#i just cant get the vibe right!!!!!! it feels like it's taking too long but using the shortcut method doesnt feel long enough

[reineyday]

i keep trying to write this mishanks christmas fic but it keeps stalling at the first scene 🤦🏻‍♀️ i guess shanks is just doomed to never leave this stupid party oh my god

[rawme-price]

Omg a pt 5 to my reader and her dog riley?? This is getting out of hand...

Anyways reader figures ghost out lol

Despite what gaz may say about you, u are not totally oblivious. You tend to notice when guys are interested in you, its just that ghost is so embarrassed about the effect you have on him that he's deadset on avoiding you. Everytime you even mutter praise for ur beloved riley, ghost is already out the door. Its a bit odd, you and ghost actually do have nice chats when riley isn't around, his dark humor and casual vibe is actually pretty charming.

It happens by chance while you and the guys are eating lunch, a rare occasion but one you enjoy very much. Soap is happily explaining how he got his callsign, when you furrow your brow and ask "Wait, what even is your last name? I've only ever heard people call you soap or johnny."

Soap grins, you've fallen right into his and gazs plan "Aye, i guess you wouldn' know would ye?" He muses, attempting to hide his grin "mines MacTavish, gaz is garrick, price is well...price, and ghost is riley."

"Riley?" You ask, looking at ghost, "dude, you share a name with my dog! Isn't that cool?"

You joke about it, but you can see the blush creeping up his neck when all he does is grunt. You file that away for later and go back to listening to soap.

A few days later, you and ghost are in the common area simply enjoying eachothers presence. He's lying spread across the couch, and ur working on the puzzle that's been taking up the coffee table for the better part of three weeks. Riley's not with u today, having been taken to the beach to go play with ur friends dogs. You miss him, but luckily your friend sends you a video of the big guy!

He's just so cute, covered in sand and chasing the other dogs! You smile at your phone, hand reaching up to pat ghosts bicep.

"Ghost! Ghost, look at this!" You dont wait for him to respond, knowing he will look "its riley at the beach! Look how cute he is!" You enthuse, leaning over so he can properly see the screen from his position.

"Riley's such an energetic boy, he loves to play! God, hes just amazing, I know hes having a great time right now. Hes such a good boy!"

The strangled sound ghost makes has you pausing, actually looking at him instead of gushing about riley. He's flushed, eyes wide as they stare up at you. You only now realize how close you are, leaning against his torso slightly, muscles stiff under your touch.

A grin splits your face, dots connecting. "Oh, this does something for you doesn't it?" You ask, and he looks like hes about ready to bolt, but too scared to push you away.

"Do you like hearing your name on my tongue? Or is it the praise?" His breath hitches, "hm, thought so. You wanna be my good boy, ghost?"

"Simon- its simon" he barely manages to respond, a gasp leaving his mouth as you lean closer, practically plastering to his side.

"Okay then, simon" you agree easily, relishing in the way his skin reddens. A hand trails up to rub his bicep, groping at the muscles you've been eyeing for far too long. "Cmon simon, be good for me."

He whines, outright and needy when you straddle his waist, large hands coming up to grab your thighs. He's already rock hard beneath you, grinding up almost unconsciously. Simon doesn't protest when you hook a finger under the surgical mask he wears, pulling it off to reveal the pretty part of his lips as he sighs. You cant resist leaning down and kissing him, feeling the way his lips press against yours warmly.

Youre snaking a hand under his shirt when a loud and pointed cough startles you two. Both of your heads whip around to see price with his arms crossed, looking thoroughly unamused.

"This is a public room," he points out, sounding vaguely disappointed despite the gleam in his eye "take this somewhere private."

As he walks out, you swear you can hear a muttered fucking finally.

(Omg wow hope yall enjoyed. fi you thought i was gonna make reader anything other than dominant ur in the WRONG HOUSE im a sub ghost truther!! I promise ill write the actual smut eventually lol.)

[honeytonedhottie]

honey's guide to having the BEST closet ever.ೃ࿔*:･🍨🎀

as a fashion girlie who's curating the wardrobe of her DREAMS i've come with my notes, tips, and everything i've learned thus far on how to have a cohesive, FABULOUS closet…💬🎀

HAVE A CLOSET COLOR PALETTE ;

this is the GOLDEN rule of having a fabulous closet. keeping a color palette thats true to u doesn't mean that u cant play around with colors and textures, but it means that ur pieces will ACTUALLY go together and you'll buy pieces that actually go with other pieces in ur closet and you'll be able to make like DOUBLE the outfits.

since my vibe is super feminine and glamorous i stick mostly with pinks, creams, browns, whites, nudes, blacks, etc etc. i love that glamorous look. it makes making outfits and getting dressed so much easier bcuz everything matches. plus ur closet is so aesthetic and looks like a boutique.

PRO TIP : buy cute hangers for your closet, it'll help with an overall cohesive look. i got the CUTEST pink heart shaped hangers off of ali express for like $0.99 and they're actually amazing quality and i LOVE them…💬🎀

BE INTENTIONAL WITH EACH PIECE ;

do.not.buy.fast.fashion. dont spend more than a hundred dollars on fast fashion, heck dont even spend a hundred dollars on fast fashion. i get that its tempting when u see those low prices but the quality HELLO?? i understand sometimes wanting something quick and easy but just don't overspend on fast fashion.

another thing, don't buy things just because they're trending right now or because they're cheap. u have to ask yourself if this piece SPEAKS to you, does it fit ur vibe? how many diff ways u can wear it? does it fit ur palette? etc etc. we wanna CURATE our dream closet, not a super cluttered one that we dont even have any like attachment to.

THRIFTING ;

when thrifting, my first tip is to always head to the pajama/lingerie aisle first for some cute tops! those fit my vibe so i head there first. bcuz i know my closet color palette i check the pinks, creams, browns, etc first and then i go on from there. know ur color palette and look through those colors first. next, go to the kids sections for super cute tops.

TAILOR YOUR PIECES ;

do u know how FABULOUS it is to have pieces that look like they were made FOR your body?? like thats peak glamour. yes it costs a pretty penny but its an investment! i get every single pair of jeans i own tailored because in my opinion i feel like thats the piece where its the most notable.

if you find the perfect skirt but it’s a little too long or the waist is off, get it tailored!! or learn some beginner sewing and do it urself. having clothes that fit you perfectly makes such a difference in how you feel in them.

SIGNATURE PIECES ;

every girly girl should have her signature piece of jewelry, signature scent, signature lipgloss, heck even a signature hairstyle. i love having signature things because its all part of the branding you know? if ur not a bracelet girly, have a signature necklace. or if ur not a necklace girly have a signature pair of earrings.

and take your time when finding your signature pieces because when you have something that is ur signature _ it'll be like a part of you so you wanna take time into thinking and choosing the piece that best represents you and who you are/want to be.

UTILIZE CANVA TO MAKE OUTFITS ;

i use canva for EVERYTHING, school projects, moodboards, and to curate outfits. i use pieces that im thinking of buying and put them into canva and just make a bunch of outfits so i can get a visual of what the piece would look like styled. it’s actually so fun like i feel like a fashion editor making layouts for vogue. sometimes i’ll screenshot pieces from websites and mix n match them with items from my closet. plus it helps u be more intentional with your shopping bcuz u can see what ur closet is missing. it’s like building your own lil fashion universe.

[goldfades]

CINDERELLA───JOE BURROW

request: "Reader is going out with girlies and dressed sexy that joe almost got mad at reader cuz he doesn’t want reader going out with that dress and suddenly obsessed with boobies and told reader they cant breath in that dress" for @crispppykreme

The dress wasn’t new, but it might as well have been, given how long it had languished at the back of your closet. A slinky little thing, sleek black with a neckline that danced on the edge of scandal and just enough shimmer to catch the light in all the right places. It was the kind of dress that didn’t just suggest confidence—it demanded it.

You were proud of how you looked, admiring yourself in the full-length mirror, twisting slightly to check every angle. The effort had paid off: hair done, makeup sharp, heels that made your legs look miles long. Tonight was about the girlies, a rare night out that wasn’t dinner and wine but cocktails and dancing, the kind of carefree, late-night escapades you hadn’t had in months.

Joe had been fine about it earlier, or at least you thought he had. There was an absentminded “Have fun, baby,” thrown your way when you’d mentioned your plans this morning. But now, as his eyes scanned you from head to toe like he was taking inventory, you could feel the tension radiating off him from across the room.

“You’re really wearing that?” His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an edge that made you freeze mid-reach for your clutch. You turned slowly, eyebrow raised, trying to read the expression on his face.

“Uh, yeah? What’s wrong with it?” You kept your tone light, playful, even though the way he was looking at you made your skin prickle. Joe wasn’t one to throw around his opinions about your outfits, and honestly, you appreciated that about him. He knew you had your own style, your own vibe. But tonight? Something about tonight had apparently made him forget that.

He stepped closer, his hand running down his face as he let out a slow, deliberate sigh. “It’s not that it’s bad. It’s just…” His gaze dropped to your chest, and he gestured vaguely in that direction. “That dress. I mean, are you sure it’s comfortable? They—uh, you—don’t look like you can even breathe in it.”

For a second, you just blinked at him, your brain scrambling to catch up. Then it hit you, and the corner of your mouth twitched despite yourself.

“Oh,” you said, the teasing lilt unmistakable. “That’s what this is about.”

Joe crossed his arms, clearly trying to play it cool, but the flush creeping up his neck betrayed him. “I’m just saying. It’s kind of… tight, don’t you think?”

You couldn't stop the grin spreading across your face, even as Joe tried—and failed—to keep his cool. He was too easy to read, the faint crease between his brows giving him away completely.

“Oh, come on,” you teased, grabbing your clutch and turning back toward the mirror. “You’ve seen me wear tighter.”

“That’s not the point,” he shot back, his voice firmer now, enough to make you glance at him in the mirror. He was standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe like some kind of judgmental Greek statue, all broad shoulders and furrowed brows.

“Then what is the point, Joe?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because I’m getting the vibe that it’s not about how tight this dress is.”

He huffed, running a hand through his hair in that way he always did when he was trying to sort through his words. “The point is,” he said slowly, “you’re going out looking like… like that. And I know exactly how guys are gonna act when they see you.”

You turned around now, giving him your full attention. “Guys? Plural? Is that what this is about?”

“It’s not about guys,” he said quickly, but the words came out too rushed, too defensive. He shifted his weight, unfolding his arms, clearly trying to walk the line between annoyed and reasonable. “It’s about… I don’t know. I just don’t want anyone thinking they can look at you like that.”

“Like what?” you asked, stepping closer, biting back a laugh as you pressed your palm to his chest. His heartbeat thumped steadily beneath your hand, but you could feel the tension in him.

“Like… like you’re up for grabs or something.” His jaw clenched, and his eyes darted away from yours, like saying it out loud embarrassed him.

You blinked, genuinely taken aback for a moment. “Joey,” you said, softening your tone, “you realize that’s not how this works, right? Just because I look good doesn’t mean I’m inviting attention. And even if someone does look—so what? I’m coming home to you.”

His eyes flicked back to yours at that, softening slightly, but his lips pressed into a stubborn line. “Yeah, but you’re mine,” he muttered, the words barely audible but so pointed they hung heavy in the air.

You couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing. “Yours?” you repeated, shaking your head in disbelief. “What, are you going to put a sticker on me that says ‘Property of Joe Burrow’?”

He groaned, his hand raking through his hair again. “You know that’s not what I mean.”

“Do I?” you shot back, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “Because it kinda sounds like you’re saying I can’t wear what I want unless it gets your approval.”

“That’s not what I’m saying at all!” he said quickly, but the way his ears were turning pink made you think he was second-guessing himself.

“Then what?” you asked, crossing your arms now, mirroring his earlier stance. “Because, if you think I’m changing out of this dress just because it makes you nervous, you’ve got another thing coming.”

He stared at you for a moment, his jaw working, clearly torn between frustration and surrender. “It’s not nervous,” he mumbled finally. “It’s just… look, you’re too damn sexy, okay? There. I said it. And I'm not there to make sure nobody thinks they can have you.”

You raised an eyebrow, your grin growing wider. “Ohhh, I see,” you said, dragging out the words. “So, this isn’t about the dress at all. It’s about you being jealous.”

His face scrunched like he wanted to deny it, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he settled for muttering, “I’m not jealous.”

“Right,” you said, stepping closer to him again. “Because you’re totally fine with me going out looking like a ‘damn goddess,’ as I’m sure some guy at the bar is going to say.”

Joe groaned again, tipping his head back against the doorframe. “Do you have to do this?”

“Yes,” you said brightly, standing on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “Because it’s fun watching you squirm.”

He sighed, his hands finally coming to rest on your hips, pulling you in closer. “I’m serious, though,” he said, his voice lower now, quieter. “You look amazing. Too amazing. And I trust you—I do—but that doesn’t mean I trust every drunk guy who’s gonna see you tonight.”

“I can handle drunk guys,” you said softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “And besides, you know I’d never let anyone get too close.”

“I know,” he admitted, resting his forehead against yours. “I just hate the idea of someone thinking they even have a chance.”

“Well, they don’t,” you said simply, smiling up at him. “You’re the only one who gets to peel me out of this dress later.”

His lips twitched into a smirk at that, and you could feel some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “Yeah, you’re damn right I am.”

You grinned, giving him another quick peck on the lips before stepping back. “Now, are you done being dramatic, or do I need to remind you that this is my night out?”

He sighed, letting his arms drop but not stepping back. “Fine,” he said, though his tone still had a hint of reluctance. “But if you’re not home by midnight, I’m calling.”

You laughed, grabbing your Chanel clutch and heading for the door. “Sure, Cinderella. Whatever you say.”

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[last-words-ofashootingstar]

I saw your ask and receive post and I was wondering if you could do something with these dialogues and kinks?

107 "i know he's watching us, i hope he likes the show. cause that's all he's gonna do — watch"

132 "don't worry, i'll take care of you"

208 size difference

221 creampie/breeding

Preferably with either Jongho or Yeosang? I feel like we don’t get that much smut with either of them which is a crime so I’d be happy with any of them for this! As for au or story I don’t really got anything in mind so I will take whatever it is that you will give me🥰 - 🫧 anon

➯a/n: BUBBLE ANON !!! anything for you lolol i chose jongho becasue i have some yeosang coming laterrr~ i don't know about others but i don't write much for jongho even though i want to because his vibe is just hard for me to capture without a lot of world building (but i have been making some scraps for practice so hopefully i can start doing him justice !) ➯a/n session 2: why do i always make jongho such a guard dog character ? i just want him to protect me fr i guess 🥲➯a/n session 3: OKAY I CHANGED MY MIND I APPARENTLY CANT GET ENOUGH OF WRITING JONGHO I LOCKED IN FOR OUR BOY, I FORCED MYSELF TO STOP SO I COULD FINALLY POST THIS LMAO

🚫 MINORS 🚫 TAKE A HIKE

All Bark

❥Choi Jongho x fem reader

107 + 132 : "i know he's watching us, i hope he likes the show. cause that's all he's gonna do — watch" + "don't worry, i'll take care of you"

✫彡wordcount: 2.4k

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, slight fear in the beginning (less than 400 words)

♫"Baby, I want you to know — how much I love you, how much I need you." DEAN, Bonnie & Clyde♫

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: body guard!jongho x mafia!daughter reader (such a cliche but cliches are popular for a reason damn it !!😩), threat of violence towards reader (jongho shuts that shit down dw), guns + very non descriptive violence, mentions of murder. smut warnings !! 208: size difference, 221: creampie/breeding, breeding themed dirty talk, reader and jongho match each others freak beautifully, switch dynamics, pet names (princess + baby), exhibitionism, possessiveness, hand + blowjob, slow and passionate turned rough, forehead touches (i am a hoe for this, we all know...), table sex, breaking a table (LMAO), wall sex, big strong gentleman jongho who begs and whines😋

♡masterlist !♡

✠ALL BARK✠

     "You really didn't think this through. Did you?" Your father leans back in his seat at the head of the long table, his face unreadable and to the untrained eye — bored, even.

     But you can see the little flit of fear in his eyes.

    If Jongho would take his eyes off of you, he would see it too. But, he doesn't. His eyes are trained on the strangers fingers, making sure he doesn't get even close to pulling the trigger of the gun that's against your shoulder.

     "Of course, I did-"

     "Where's your backup?"

     "Ba-backup? Why would I need backup, huh? I got all the backup I need," the man says with a false confidence, waving his gun around. "The real question is, where is yours? You really only got one guard on your only child? I find that hard to believe."

     You know that you have no reasonable reason to be afraid, "he's all I need." He'd rather first jump in front of a bullet than let you take it.

    But your heart still jumps into your throat as the cool metal touches your temple. "Is he? I managed to slip past him. He's letting me press a gun to your head. He's all bark, no goddamn bite."

    You meet his eyes across the table.

    Jongho has been your personal body guard for three years, your boyfriend for one and a half, your fiancé for seven months. Probably a conflict of interest, but neither of you give a shit.

     He's fiercely protective of you. Not only because it's his job, but because he loves you. Because he can't stand to see that little flash of fear in your face when the intruder moves a little too fast.

    He's just waiting for the right moment to strike. Silent and still as a statue.

    This guy doesn't stand a chance. Not when he's broken into your home and threatened you infront of both your father and your arguably insane fiancé.

     And insane he is. He doesn't think twice before pulling the trigger whenever the man raises his gun away from you again, shooting his right through his arm and making him drop his weapon.

     "All fucking bark." He finally speaks up with a scoff for the first time since this debacle started, standing up and grabbing the man by his hair while your father pulls you away.

     "You fucked with the wrong girl, now you get to feel the bite."

    You hear him slam the man's head to the table as you're ushered away. He's nothing if not loyal, so you know that the man is going to get what he deserves.

✠ALL BARK✠

      "You hurt yourself so bad, Baby." You pout as you gently dab Jongho's knuckles with a wet cloth later that night. "You should have let-"

    "Let him hurt you? Disrespect you?"

    "Should have let someone else handle his ass after you disarmed him." You correct him, looking up at him with softness in your eyes. You're kneeling infront of him, cleaning and bandaging his second hand after finishing the first.

    "No way." He shakes his head immediately, a small pout of his own forming. "No. I'm the one who defends you. I'm the one who takes care of you." 

    "Do you have to hurt yourself so much in the process?" You sigh as you wrap the bandage around his cleaned knuckles, bringing it to your lips and kissing it gently.

    "If that's what it takes, yes." He leans down quickly and catches your lips with his, replacing his covered hand with his lips softly.

    He kisses you like a fragile doll. He always does after something bad happens. Pecking your lips repeatedly with a softness reserved for you and you alone. His wrapped hands find your jaw, tilting you further up as he deepens the kiss.

     "You're my knight in shining armor," you smile between his kisses, hands finding purchase on his suit clad knees.

    Your praise always makes his stomach flutter so pleasantly. Especially with it mixing with his adrenaline crash.

    "Fuck..." Is all he can say as your hands travels further up his thighs. He leans back in the chair, giving you full access to his lap; where you rub his thighs gently up and down a few times before one of your hands gets bold and cups his clothed member. He's already twitching to life underneath your soft touches. He's addicted.

     As your fingers toy with his belt, loosening the buckle, he grabs your wrist. "We shouldn't do this here."

    "Don't worry," you say with a small smirk, "I'll take care of you, now. I can make it fast~"

    He's not going to say no to that, not once in a million years would he would say no. He really should just take you to your shared bedroom and have you there; lay you down like the princess he sees you as. But he also wants to do it right here, right now. In the dining room with the man still tied up and knocked out against the wall. Just because he can. Because you're still here, and you're still his.

     "Fuck," he repeats himself as he rolls his head back, resting against the back of the chair as you palm him. "Don't make it fast," he breathes as you finally unbuckle his belt and start working to free his hardening length.

    "No?"

   "No- God, no. Take your time with me, please, let me revel in you." His words have you more flustered than he is, with his cock out when anyone could walk in and see him letting you fist it up and down slowly.

    Your finger tips barely touch around his girth — the sight of him growing more and more excited is making you wet. Only you can do this to him. Make him so unbelievably needy in just under two minutes that's he's biting back a whine.

    "Suck it, Princess," he whispers above the break in his voice, "please?" 

     He jolts when you land a soft kiss to his thick, leaking tip. Just the right size for you to fit it in your mouth and suck and swirl your tongue while you jerk him off slowly and drive him absolutely mad.

    "Oh, that's it~" He grips the arm rests tightly, fighting his hips as they want to buck his length deeper into your welcoming mouth. He knows you can take it, you have before, but he also knows it leaves your jaw sore to be shoved open on his massive girth.

    You're already drooling down his cock, lubing up your fist with your own spit and picking up your speed. When you hum around his sensitive tip, he loses control.

    With a loud moan, he sits up quickly and turns your head; thrusting his tip onto the gummy wall of your mouth and making an indent on your cheek every time, shoving as much of his length in as he can without being tempted to try and fuck your throat. "Fuck, fuck," that seems to be his favorite word when he's got your mouth on him. Spoken like a whiny prayer.

He cups your bulging cheek softly and presses, his eyes rolling back. It feels almost as good as when he does that to your pussy, pressing to feel how deep he is. Just almost though. Nothing in the world can top that.

Not even your tongue tracing the throbbing vein on the underside of his length while he uses your mouth like a shallow pocket pussy. Not even your hand cupping and kneading his balls like you want him to spontaneously bust in your mouth.

"Ah, fuck me," he growls lowly as he manages to pull himself away.

"Why'd you stop?" You ask as you gulp, wiping the saliva from your chin as he hauls you up to your feet.

"Take off your pants," he says simply as he unbuttons his suit jacket, "I need to cum inside of you."

Now, you can't say no to that. Not in a million years. Being filled to the brim and beyond with Jongho's goliath girth and warmed by his cum from the inside is like heaven. Heaven that only he can give you.

He spreads out his jacket on the table as you rid yourself of your bottoms and shoes, not a second to spare as you step right out of them and are picked up. He sits you down on the fabric, sliding you to the edge.

"Put it right in," you bite your lips with a nod as he gives you a questioning eyebrow raise. "Put it in, I can't wait for you to tease me anymore. Just stretch me on your cock, Baby."

He's dizzy at your words, fingers gripping your thighs tightly as he kisses your jaw; pushing you to lay flat on the table with his chest against yours. "Are you sure?"

    "More than anything."

    The stretch of his tip pressing against your fluttering hole has your lip back between your teeth, holding back your whimpers. He presses his forehead to yours, his body completely covering you beside your spread legs.

     Usually he spends a good, long time getting you relaxed on his fingers. But sometimes you demand that he go right in, and he can't lie and say he doesn't love it as much as you do. One or both of you always cum immediately.

     When his bulbous tip finally gets swallowed up by your warmth, the rest of him is following suit and making you wail as he carves his way deep inside. "Jongho!" 

     "Oh, oh, sh-" He whines into your lips as he bottoms out inside of you, both to you twitching and pulsing against each other and only serving to push you closer to your impending orgasms. "You feel so damn good..."

    When you clench around him at his words, he's falling off the deep end and spilling his seed inside of you without even a single thrust. With his eyes squeezing shut, breath trembling with his release and letting out sharp little whines, he slips a hand between you and finds your clit in a half a second flat — pressing against it in a way that throws you in to boiling waters of pleasure with him.

     Your legs wrap around him tightly, squeezing him closer as your hands keep ahold of his jacket underneath you to ground yourself.

   Over your heavy breaths and ecstasy flooded brains, you hardly notice the man stirring in the corner. Jongho notices first — of course he does. And a grin tugs on his lips.

     "Oh fuck," you nearly purr as his hard length starts massaging your twitching insides slowly. When your head rolls to the side, you catch the man fidgeting uncomfortably. "Hah~ Baby, stop it," you laugh breathlessly, "he's watching us."

"I know he's watching us, I hope he likes the show. 'Cause that's all he's gonna do — watch. You're my girl, nobody gets to touch you." He cups your face and presses his forehead back to yours, "after I get you pregnant, that will prove it to the world. Prove that you are one with Choi Jongho, and he doesn't fuck around when it comes to what's his." 

     You moan — loud and lewd — as he begins to thrust frantically into your still overly sensitive walls, eager to keep his word. You grab onto his shoulders, panting into his mouth as you melt into a pleasure filled void; simply letting him take you how he pleases. "Give it- give it to me," you breathe out in a huff. "Every last drop, Baby-"

A particularly feral snap of his hips proves to be too much for the leg of the table beneath you. Following the sharp slap of skin against skin and the yelp from your throat, is the splintering of wood —

He wraps his arms around your waist quickly, holding you up in place of the now fallen table before you even register that it began dropping. You fist his neat button up tightly, eyes wide for a second before you crack a smile that makes his heart skip multiple beats.

"What now? Fuck me on the floor?" You chuckle as you catch your breath, moaning as he pulls your chest to his — cock pressing even deeper as he carries you.

"My Princess deserves better than that." He presses your back to a wall, licking his lips as he pins you to it with nothing but his own body weight. "I bet I can't break this, right?"

"You should try~" Your teasing is replaced by pleasured yells as he does try. Fucking you against the wall like he's trying to send you both straight through it, wrapping his arms under your knees and holding your legs up with no struggles at all.

"You're gonna be such a good fucking wife to me," he moans from somewhere deep, the sound rumbling against you, "such a good Mommy to our babies. H-how many? Hm?" He's losing the remainder of his mind as he imagines you all round and glowing with his child — your child. He's going to stake his claim and build his family and not one single person is going to fuck with you.

He'll kill them. The only reason the bastard in the corner with his head down is alive is because he didn't get all the answers he wanted before he passed out.

After he breeds you with every last drop of his cum just like you asked, after he cleans you up and holds you and helps you get comfortable, he's back to his mission. But you come first.

"A-all of them!"

"Uh?" He laughs at your fucked-out plead. His thick girth doesn't give your g-spot a break, especially not in this position. Fuck, this position. He's proving just how strong he is; pinning you to the wall and pounding your gushing heat like it's fucking easy. "All of them? You want — fuck — you want me to keep you full all the time, Princess? You want that?"

"Please!" You scratch down his back, undoubtedly leaving red marks even through his shirt. "I want to h-ave your babies," you almost sob, trembling in his hold as he leans down and sucks at your neck teasingly soft compared to his ruthlessly hips.

"Don't worry," he moans, broken and honey coated as your walls squeeze him, trying to milk him for all his worth. "I'll take c-care of you."

He cradles your head to his neck with one hand, the softness and lust in his eyes gone as he glares at the man; who looks shell shocked and uncomfortable beyond belief.

"If anyone touches you or our babies — I'll bite them like a fucking dog."

✠ALL BARK✠

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PILE 1

🤣 Ya'll wont believe, they are kinda scared or intimidated by how balanced and unshakable you seem to them LIKE NO NONSENSE LMAO...u might give off very powerful and stable vibe to them just like an emperor and they are hella affected😏.

They might be a lil indecisive, may juggle emotions (a lil moody) or STRUGGLE to make up one DECISION 😵‍💫. They’re also trying to control their emotions due to ego, pride and shi- maybe insecure to some extent (ends up getting intimidated by u badly) 💀💀.

Sometimes they just wanna rushhhh, just like a knightttt. They might fantasize about impressing u, got a song "Want your bad romance" by Lady Gaga, maybe take a look at it, but they feel as if they’re not enough yet damnn..THEY JUST CAN'T DECIDE WHAT TO DO 🤣.

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PILE 2

OMG-

WHAT DID YA'LL DO?? This person is obsesseddd like wtf! They're soo childlike and happy when ur around or when they think of u 😭.

U literally trigger curiosity and even a little obsession in them, they may also stalk u often on social media or mutuals 🫢.

U live rent free in their mind, and they feel like you’ve got this warm, playful charm mixed with a mysterious edge. They may be a lil IMMATURE or just too affected by u 🤣. BUT DAMN THEY ARE BADLY OBSESSED.

There's one thing I'm noticing... umm...no sugarcoating on my channel, so I'll be completely honest, they might be hiding something or being deceptive 🙄.

More like emotions and how do they truly feel for u?...Not being completely honest. Did u hurt this person??? 🫢 LIKE DONT TELL ME, THEY ARE HURT!!...They feel addicted to your energy and may even feel like they’re under a spell or unable to move on 🤣.

At some place they may be showing off and acting cool as if nothing bothers them, IMMATURE ALERT! 👀 But deep inside they are hurting soo bad cant even process, but yk u got them obsessed 🥱.

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Too many distractions for this pile lmaoo, as if they were not allowing me to TELL U THIS 🤣.

Anyways, they can't process some decision right now about u. They seem u as kind, loving, helpful individual and a very grounded energy, but there's something they can't process. Something feels not spoken, or unheard.

They are at the crossroads of making a decision about it, but blindfolded rn. U have triggered something in them which changed some perspective and awakened something...damn sooo pure energy here! I LOVE ITTTTT🥹.

They’re just tired, cautious, and scared of being hurt again, But they haven’t given up. AINT NO WAY THIS PERSON IS GONNA GIVE UP!

They’re working on themselves, probably focusing on career, skills, personal growth as they seem a long term potential with u.....OMG IMMA CRY THIS IS SOOO SWEET😭💫.

They wanna build something that lasts, something stable, but they don’t want to mess it up by rushing or being impulsive.

They’re holding back until they have something real to offer, but you're definitely in their heart and plans🌸.

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[itsmearia01]

Suddenly I'm a Modern Drama Villainess

Warning : Not yet

Remind yourself how many you cursed in this last episode already. Countless. This drama sucks, you think. Its not like youre into the villainess or something, but shes the most relateable and realest character. Well, shes hot and lowkey looks like you. How mysterious about the actress, you trynna find the information of this actress (your doppleganger basiclly) and you find none.

That female lead and her harems are so stupid. Those guys are rich, but has no brain, you think. Every things around you has gone, where are they? You throw it.

The drama it self called The Love Recruitment. The female lead was a poor girl that used to work a few part-time jobs. Someday she help someone that is actually a young CEO of Z company. That man was the first male lead. The second male lead was her childhood friend, hes a cute potatie and an artist (your favorite basiclly). The third one give mafia vibes. Hes the rival of the first male lead. They used to be childhood friends. However he ran an ilegal business. but thats not the point. HES WEALTHY and also not an asshole like the first male lead.

"This bitch's stupid but she quite badass and the realest character. If my fiancee get stealed i woul've pissed off. But shes also rich cant she just throw that ashole's off?"

Fill with anger and tired you decided to go sleep. and then thats how everything started.

"HAH! HAH! HA- WHAT WAS THAT DREAM." You wake in your bed (?) from that nightmare. It was the ending. The villainess died, thats what you were dreaming of. But somehow it feels more realistic and scares you. Wait, you felt something soft beneath you. Bed (?) even your bed wasnt this soft. This feel... luxury. You see around. WTF is happen with your bedroom. YOURE NOT EVEN SPLEPT IN YOUR BEDROOM.

"Where.. am i? Omg did someone kidnap me?! Wait thats impossible why someone wants to kidnap a person like be, bffr (name) no one will kidnap you hahahahaha. Right?" You said to yourself.

After inner debate with yourself you decide to get up and look at yourself on mirror. Its still you tho. The body, the hair, those expression you make. ITS YOU. You look the door, youre too scared to get out. "Well if this hell or heaven and i died at least lets look appropriate." Everything is luxury, even the bathroom. When you open your wardrobe. "Huh...i wonder how much this person pay for all of this."

You find yourself confusing over luxury branded clothes. After choosing the most 'you.' You decided to go out of your room. Its a big house and pretty confusing but somehow you can easily find your way to where people having conversation.

"Now, (name) Dianne (last name) what taking you so long?" You shocked, okay, thats your mom and thats you dad. They looked like old money couple? But your middle name isnt dianne and why did your mom being so soft youre having a long time on something. WHERES THE SLIPPER?!

Wait, did she just say your middle names Dianne? Oh my god, you think. You think you just become that Drama villainess... Okay, just to make sure. "Mom, umn... Is your daughter finally have a real boyfriend... like not fictional one."

"Honey what are you talking about? A boyfriend? youre engaged to Callum Salvator, CEO of Z company," said your father.

You chuckles but then realize he's not joking. "Damn, i'm cooked."

deviders by @cafekitsune

[maaaariii]

'I carry.'

overview ig: you accidentally find hanmas gun oopsies.(kinda 18+ if u squint)

Hanmas lifestyle was never a complete mystery to you.

Gambling and combat fighting soon turned into money laundering, expensive cars and bougie meeting rooms. And while you know its not the best thing in the world- and certainly not the safest, you know him. So you choose to stay. Thats why its almost 2 am and youre sat at tipsy (probably drunk, possibly wasted-who knows how much he drank while you were in the bathroom) shuji's side on his fancy ass couch. Looking around the lavish drawing room youre in- its hard to believe it all belongs to him.Not in a mean way- Hes a messy guy, leaving his shit everywhere and stuff. He just didnt seem like the type of guy to want such materialistic things- just a bit of fun.

Anyways rant over, youre brought back to reality as he tugs on your wrist, bringing your attention onto him- just how he likes. 'cmere'

he grunts ,as he slides his hand behind your neck-not quite fervorous yet, but hes getting there fast at this rate. You chuckle at his dizzy state, pushing a long bleached strand of hair out of his face. 'slow down, if you move too fast youll faint or something y'know..' you joke- he doesnt let you tease him when hes sober. He grunts in annoyance.

'Faint?? girl i only took like 2 shots-' He cuts himself off, pulling you forward so fast that you have to steady yourself with your hands on his thighs so you don't topple over. He presses his lips to yours, quickly prying your mouth open with his tongue as his arm slides down to your back, right over your ass- holding you in place. After a few moments his breathing deepens and you pull away the tiniest bit, ghosting his lips and pulling back every time he gets closer. You cant help but chuckle as he continues his attempts for kisses like a thirsty dog.

'stop it...' he mutters, digging his fingers into your waist which only makes you squirm more. You chuckle and maintain about an inch distance between your lips and his. Staring into his golden eyes, hanma pants slightly- years of cigarettes seem to be catching up with him. Hes only 24. You hold his cheek in your palm, the rugged unmoisturised (ew) skin is warm and slightly clammy from the inevitable asian flush he gets from large amounts of alcohol. One peck onto his lips, followed by another as you slide your hand onto his shoulder

'cmon..do it like you mean it...' he mutters in annoyance. 'i do mean it you ass.'

He scowls at you half playfully.

'Dont feel like it....kiss me harder or you dont love me anymore.' He tries to hide the dumb smirk on his lips. 'im not feeling the love aura vibe thingy tonight babe-' he chortles and you can see the glint of pearly whites under the dim light. You roll your eyes, hanma always makes fun of your vocabulary- he says its so 'chronically online'. Whatever.

You shake your head in mock disappointment as you slowly slide your hand down his torso- despite his shirt you can feel the groove of his abs- a satisfying feeling. He hums, tired and gruff, just needing a good nights sleep and just cant get enough of how warm he is-every inch of his skin lower and lower until..your fingertips graze something solid?..

It takes you a moment to register…there’s no way his dick is this hard…and cold? He’s in his own world, head thrown back and eyes shut..it’s not like you both had boundaries, so you lift the shirt up a little and your chest tightens just a tiny bit. A pistol. Right in the waistband of his pants. It’s black and sleek, but simultaneously old looking. A world of violence and crime is something you were introduced to by your boyfriend, but he bubble wrapped you, putting his hands over your pretty eyes so they don’t tarnish. A gun wasn’t something you’ve ever saw in real life…you reach to grab it but his head jerks up and hand grabs yours fast as hell..his instincts are sharp.

“the fuck are you doin’? Huh?” He seems more offended than angry..

“nothing..don’t yell at me..” you pull your hand away..trying to gauge if you’re disturbed or curious about the weapon as you stare back at him, mirroring his offended face.

“I ain’t yellin’-“

He has a little voice crack at the end-he shuts his mouth to avoid any more..normally you’d both laugh at his little mistakes and trip ups..but there was a slight struggle in finding the humour right now..

“why do you have that..?”

“I’m grown..why can’t I? You ain’t my mom..”

“I know but..”

He shakes his head at you, leaning back to increase the distance between you both..why was he so mad? He’s not the type to get mad over nothing, you could probably accidentally hit him with your shiny car and he’d get up just to ruffle your hair.

“Why do you think? You ain’t stupid y/n.”*

suddenly you feel more sober and real. If there wasn’t a gun between you both you’d probably take that comment as a compliment..

“…”

“Don’t look at me like that…”

for once he breaks eye contact. You never really realised how..intimidating he looked when he didn’t have a shit eating grin on his face-probably because he always had one with you. And now the little voice in his head is scolding him because you’re upset with him.

“c’mon y/n don’t cry..I thought you’d just know. I have a gun so what..” he’s almost stammering, hoping you don’t burst into tears and ask for a birkin as an apology gift (true story, you have the bag in your closet)

“I ain’t gonna use it on you…” he’s rambling now.

“it’s just for safety ‘kay? It’s a big scary world out there-“

“I’m not crying…and stop talking to me like that..” your attention is suddenly diverted to his rather..condescending tone.

He wants to roll his eyes, But he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Just..don’t worry your pretty head okay?…’m tired let’s go to bed..”

🥲sorry guys I couldn’t be bothered to finish (I have no ideas)

[afro-hispwriter]

do you have any headcanons for aemond or ewan (idk if u write for real people) but what do you think either of them would be like in a relationship?

Dating Ewan Mitchell:

Ewan gives off very caring bf vibes

he definitely listens to you all the time

he has a genuine interest in what you say and he learns about you through that

he LOVES seeing you in his clothes

doesnt care if he slowly starts running out of shirts bc seeing you in them makes it better

HORROR MOVIE MARATHONS

ewan loves horror movies and if you don’t… he will respect that

but that doesn’t mean he wont try to convince you

maybe it works

maybe it doesn’t

or maybe you will just as long as you get to be cuddled up to him🤭

OMG CUDDLES

i feel like he gives AMAZING hugs so imagine just laying in your apartment together and he just pulls you into him or your in bed post sex and his arms are wrapped tight, maybe legs entwining with yours

COUPLE FIGHTS:((((((((

tbh i don’t think they would happen often, ewan seems like the guy to realize somethings wrong and bring it up to try and talk

and he seems pretty responsible so fights over chores probably wouldn’t happen

but not saying they wouldn’t happen, one that might happen is over work

if both of you are actors you might not have time too be with each other so there will be more understanding

but if you’re not a celebrity of any kind, it most likely will be a little difficult for you

ewan might but put job before you to often and that hurts:(

you have love and supported him through his hard times, you visit him on set, you go to his premieres

but it goes both ways

a fight would break out, maybe a screaming match followed by some silent treatment until one of you breaks probably ewan

it ends with make up sex

BIG BACK?

im not to sure about ewans cooking abilities since I've only even seen a mention of a steak

BUT if he can cook he probably would cook for you a lot when he can

or if he cant and you can then you’ll take on the cooking aspect

but if you’re not as together as youd like due to work or you’re having a lazy day

i see some take out or simply going out to dinner frequently

The LIL GREEN MONSTER

ngl ewan doesn’t seem like the jealous type NOW

but when his career started kicking off maybe he was a lil jealous of the people you hanged out with

or if you’re a little bit more well known than him and have an established career before him and you had been dating already

boy probably had to deal with the people you work with already and got used to it

but i see a silent jealous person in him if it comes down to it

staying right behind you

holding on to you at all times

maybe he will go as far as kissing you in front of everyone

neck kisses

A LOT of pecks

he might even get a lil handsy around the person

or he will try a full blown make out session and you’ll be like 😯🤨

you both like your privacy like the media might not even know but they will now depending on where its happening

he’s a professional but he loves you so much

but once you catch one to whats his deal

a lil talking too with some words of reassurance and a kiss ofc and he’s back to normal

The talk of MARRIAGE and/or kids probably would come up depending on how long you had been together

i can see ewan giving you a promise ring, especially if you had been dating since you were young

but i say give him two or three years and he’s on one knee

kids though….

not sure if ewan wants kids or if he does obviously just not now

so if you guys got married, kids probably wont happen immediately

unless you had an oopsie before or right after marriage

but the whippets are enough for you two for now🥰

thats all i got for now😙✌🏾

he seems like a pussy eating king ngl

legs trembling

the type to cum just by giving you pleasure

imagine the groans😩

IMAGINE THE CHAIN DANGLING

THIS ISNT A NSFW FUCKK

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a/n- first time writing a headcannon😗i know this was supposed to be both ewan and aemond but aemonds will come later🥰

[deesseshesca]

PILE 1

His veiny hands, his strong bicep, his tattoo and the fact that everything he does screams masculinity. He’s amazing knowledge in alcohol or the fucking way he drive a car with so much assurance. His signature perfume and the way he never talks loud but always what's right. Did you ever find a man in finance this secure in himself with no God complex…yeah no that doesn't exist. But it's only right that he feels for you. The more I spend time observing you … I understand why he's falling… I am 2 .. I guess. Let’s start by the creativity that breathes out of you with everything you do. Is like you are in love with the whole woman's experience which can be seen by the way you take care of your hair ; long and healthy. You don't just stop there, you color them and style it  anytime you want. The freckles that decorate your face like you are living painting. Your perfect nose and small but luscious lips. Is the way you are fine not being everyone's type and you don't care to change. You with your long and beautifully manicured nails. The way you love on your body unapologetically even though is not the standard in modern beauty. You never complain about your boobs being too big, your butt being too small or even your hips being too wide. Nah you wear whatever you want. Flowing dress, deep cut shirt with no bra not caring that your tits are sagging. What makes you even more intrigued is the complexity that lives beneath your beauty, elegance and confidence. You fucking love cars, passionate about it. I would have never guessed it, I would think you were an artist or even a mua but nah mamacita is trying to become an engineer. Is almost like life never hurted, never controlled, never took the best out of you. You decide to be your own person no matter what and your authenticity can be seen, admired, and envy by many including me. In my case I was pushed into this bimbo character. Need to act, look and be always be perfect since I could remember. Making sure to eat properly so I don't gain to much weight, making sure to message my skin so my boob dont sag, make sure to shave everywhere on my body, make sure to straighten my curls because curly ain't sexy, making sure to never skip a leg day so the butt stay juicy, making sure to have a clear skin. And it does not stop there … making sure I moan seductively, make sure I know how suck good, making sure I am submissive enough. I did it all to please … the one I want, stay unimpressed while the other treats me like lesser women because all they can think of is having sex. Actually you guys are so cute together, the way you like to act like you don't see him applying  pressure. Always touching you any chance he gets, always looking at you across the room, always having your back when you need a ride back home even when the party's at his place. While you tease him, give him kisses across his face every so often, while giving him compliments with your beautiful voice, seducing him with your healthy femininity. Today, in the bathroom, too many drink in my system, hiding while writing this fucking email … I must admit that you have influence me. Because the man I love, loves you for you. Not a version of you made to please, made to seduce, made to only be relevant for the other sex. Maybe it is time for me to admit that all this is in vain … because being the standard did not make me pick, choose or even love. In all fucking honesty I am tired to prove that I am nice enough, fun enough, sexy enough, kind enough … Fuck… can I not just be enough ? (tears on the screen, somebody calls her name) 

Fuck is not like you are even going to read this anyways…

VIBES: New beginning, fresh start, new couple, love at first sight, red string theory, cant get enough of each other, a lot of tension, chemistry and perfect match. 

A lot of people are happy y’all find each other because you were both unfulfilled in love.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Drawing each other (CRPs 2/2)

I'm probably going to have beaten the game by the time this posts but guys I need leshy follower you dont understand he looks so crinkly (referring to cult of the lamb) this part was originally going to have bloody painter and puppeteer but uhuh... too many characters for me and the need to keep playing COTL is smashing my desire to write

Characters: jeff the killer, nina the killer, laughing jack, eyeless Jack, ben Drowned,

Notes: reader is GN, admin does a coin toss on whether or not the reader is an artist, ben is strictly platonic the others can be seen as any relationship

CWs: none

JEFF THE KILLER

cannot draw for shit, when he passes his drawing of you to you it looks like a total mess- there was some effort though so you do your best to not laugh

though he seems to be a mostly good sport about it as long as youre not actually maliciously bashing his art

a little jealous that youre an artist and thus your piece turned out better than his but it soon shifts into him thinking over things hes good at to make himself feel better

in a "well you cant do (x) but i can so haha" kind of way

will get legitimately offended if you jokingly add something like stink lines on your drawing of him

NINA THE KILLER

draws a lot and adds a lot to her drawings: vibrant colors, stickers, glitter, patterned tapes- anything she can get her hands on really! obligatory her art resembles the old scene and emo art styles from back in the day

she doesnt care if your art of her isnt the best, shes going to love it either way and will keep it on her at all times

hypes you up and compliments the parts of your art she likes- whether it be coloring, anatomy, or general vibe shes going to find something to say in order to uplift you

generally enjoys spending any time with you so shes instantly going to take you up on the offer of drawing each other whenever you bring up the idea- or just drawing anything together

or doing anything together

LAUGHING JACK

cannot draw but does not care one bit, just as long as hes having fun

may or may not purposefully make his drawing of you look as diabolical as possible, you can tell hes up to something thanks to his hushed giggling- of course he doesnt draw anything offensive or hurtful

if youre aware youre not the best artist and often poke fun at it, you both end up just making fun of each others pieces

which sometimes turns into the both of you scribbling on your own pieces to add some exaggerated detail in order to push the joke further

EYELESS JACK

he sometimes draws in order to pass the time when he has nothing to do, sometimes you give him new art supplies when hes running low and you can afford it

or sometimes you just share, since you have your own

drawing him was... easy... given hes more than likely wearing his mask the whole time so you put in effort to add some details

jack on the other hand takes his time to get it down right

leads into you asking him how he can see given his obvious lack of eyes, which makes the atmosphere feel a little off but thats... another idea for another day..

gives genuine and sincere compliments when looking at your work, takes his time like he did when he drew you, in order to take it in

BEN DROWNED

i like to think he used to draw before he drowned and died, usually drawing stuff that matched his interests. the same thing over and over

though i can see him getting a little rusty due to not having the chance or means to draw... you can see him getting visibly upset while hes trying to finish his piece of you

youre not an artist yourself, so your drawing of him isnt the best either and it does make him feel a little better

"oh wow these are both shit" and youre both just giggling over your drawings of each other

its over if one of you gave the other too big of a forehead

[mvltisstuff]

can you pls write head cannons for dating cam Cameron ( tsitp ) if not it’s fine, thank you so much lovely xx 🩷

cam cameron hcs

i genuinely think cam would be the best boyfriend in the show

he’d def bring you flowers for no reason, just because he wants to make you happy

even though cam doesn’t drink, if you drink too much he would take care of you no matter what

he doesn’t need drugs or alcohol to be the life of the party

karaoke king 👑

he would 100% love to go to the deb ball with you. i feel like he’d get nervous and like freeze when he sees you in a beautiful dress and hair

whenever you two have heart to heart convos, he listens so intently and just takes in every word. he fs loves when people listen to him and his history because he feels trusted

he texts you right at midnight on your birthday

falls asleep first at sleepovers though and wakes up super early

if he threw a party he’d be right behind everyone picking up their trash (emma from h2o vibes)

he would love taylor swift with no shame

his favorite album is red or evermore

was def a 1d stan and freaks out when there’s reunion rumors

he thinks movie nights are the best and always lets you pick the movie

very random but i feel like he’d love going to baseball games like the red sox (same)

has screen time reminders

whenever he cuddles with you he loves to wrap his arms around you and lay his head on your chest

if you work in a cafe or a little shop somewhere he always comes to visit

literally if you forget your lunch he will make another one for you

makes a mean dessert for gatherings

people watcher!! he’s an observer fr

ik he helps his mom do chores and treats her like royalty (as he should 🙌)

he would take his gf to see the barbie movie if it means something to her and bring flowers and candy for them (if my boyfriend ever did this for me i’d marry him)

he loves swimming with you in the pool and his favorite thing to do it make a whirlpool

he would literally spend hours on it if he could

i feel like he has a color coordinated closet

had a crush on jeremiah (jam supremacy)

he loves holding your hand whenever he can

on the boardwalk he just swings your hands and doesn’t let go

he’s always kind to everyone, even if they’re not to him

he’s so passionate and loves talking about his interests

if he’s away on an internship or something he tries to contact you in any way he can, and when he comes back he wants to spend as long as he can with you

i love cam cameron and you should too!!

i’ve never done head cannons before, but i hope these are alright <3 i cant wait to write more fics for him

[differentpostrebel]

Die with a smile: Portgas D. Ace x Reader

Chapter 6: Lights out

A/N: And we have another chapter for Die with a smile Portgas D. Ace X Reader, Now I cant wait for you guys to read this part. We get a bit more insight of the dynamic between Ace and y/n and more! Thank you guys for liking and following! And without further a do, Let the adventures begin!

Y/N POV… 

I continued to hold onto Smoker while he rode his billower bike. Granted, this was meant for one person, and having me squish like this behind Smoker may not have been the most ideal position, but then again, I knew exactly what I was going to execute. I clicked on my transponder snail, making sure to let Sebastian know my location.

"So, Smokey! Mind telling me where we’re heading off to?" I yelled over my helmet, feeling the vibrations of the engine beneath me.

Smoker said nothing at first until he cut off the engine of his billowing bike. "We are here," he said, his tone almost too calm.

I looked around, taking in the secluded area. "Secluded away from the town, huh?" I chuckled, pulling off the helmet and handing it back to him. "If I didn’t know any better, this seems like a horror movie tactic."

Smoker didn’t respond immediately, but I could feel the weight of his gaze as I smoothed out my hair and removed the scrunchy, letting my long locks fall freely. I tucked the helmet under my arm and took in the eerie quiet of the area around us.

With a slow turn, Smoker walked up to a door I hadn’t noticed earlier, pushing it open with ease. "This your home?" I asked, a playful lilt in my voice as I followed him inside.

"Nah, just a rental for me," he replied casually as he removed his coat and tossed it over a chair near the door. "Until my men, Tashigi, and I leave for the next town."

I nodded, glancing around at the modest, yet cozy interior. There was a warm, unassuming vibe to the place, something unexpected for someone like Smoker, who was always on the move. "Seems like a nice place for some peace and quiet," I said, my eyes lingering on a few framed pictures of Smoker and his team, scattered around the room.

He didn’t say anything for a moment, turning to face me with his usual serious expression. "It's nothing fancy," he said, as if dismissing it. "Just a temporary stop."

I took a few steps closer, eyes scanning the surroundings as I crossed my arms. "Temporary, huh? You always live like this, running from place to place?" I raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. "No roots anywhere?"

Smoker shrugged slightly, his eyes softening a fraction. "Roots aren't easy when you're on duty all the time. Besides, I have my priorities."

"Your priorities?" I smirked, crossing the space between us, getting a little too close for comfort. "And what priorities would those be, Smokey?"

He didn't answer right away, his eyes locking onto mine, as if measuring me, gauging whether or not he should answer honestly. The silence stretched for a moment before he spoke, low and almost hesitant.

"Protecting those who can't protect themselves," he finally said, his voice more subdued than I’d ever heard it.

I couldn't help but smile, a little surprised by his answer. "Huh," I muttered. "I didn’t take you for the sentimental type."

"Guess we all have our layers," he shot back with a smirk of his own. But it quickly faded as he took a step back, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I didn’t bring you here to get all deep."

"No?" I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Then what did you bring me here for, Smokey?" I couldn’t help the playful edge in my voice.

Smoker took a deep drag from his cigar, eyes narrowing as he took a step closer, his voice low and heavy with intent. "Pin you across this table, then the couch, then maybe these stairs."

I tilted my head, a smirk creeping onto my lips as I watched him move, his presence dominating the space. "You already have a whole itinerary planned, I see."

He didn’t respond immediately, instead releasing a slow stream of smoke from his mouth, the haze lingering between us. "Ever since you came into my sights… kill shot," he murmured, his voice dark and loaded with something more than just the casual flirtation I was used to.

I raised an eyebrow, eyes locking with his as the tension in the room thickened. "It's been months since our first encounter, right, White Hunter?" I smirked, a teasing tone coating my words.

And in that moment, I felt the room shift, the air crackling with the energy of that flashback.

Flashback…

I had been in the midst of a firefight, trying to get my crew out of harm’s way, when Smoker—predictable as ever—interrupted the chaos. He came charging at me with all the force of a freight train, pinning me to the ground without a second thought.

“Captain!” Sebastian’s voice rang out, but I didn’t have time to address it. I locked eyes with Smoker, his smug expression barely visible beneath the cloud of smoke that hung around him. He wasn’t going to give up that easily.

“Bash, run! Get the men to safety, I can handle Captain Smoker,” I shouted, my voice steady despite the fact that I was now face to face with one of the most formidable Marines.

Sebastian hesitated for a moment, unsure, but he knew better than to argue. “Yes, Captain!” he yelled, before quickly sprinting toward the others to get them to safety.

The moment I was alone with Smoker, I knew I had to act fast. I shifted my weight, using the momentum to throw him off balance and roll us both over. In the blink of an eye, I was straddling him, pinning him to the ground.

Smoker blinked in confusion, his usual smugness replaced by surprise. “My body’s made of smoke… how did she—” He was cut off as I tightened my grip, my knees pressing down into his chest.

I grinned down at him, feeling the rush of adrenaline. “Guess you don’t know everything, do you, Smokey?” I said with a sly smirk, my hands holding his down. “You should have figured it out by now. I’m not as easy to pin down as you think.”

He let out a low growl, smoke curling around him like a storm, but I was ready for it. I had studied his movements too well to fall for his tricks. He couldn’t escape this time.

“You’re persistent, I’ll give you that,” I said, watching as his form began to shimmer and waver, trying to shift into smoke to slip away.

But this time, I was quicker. I leaned in, locking my arms around his waist before he could completely turn into smoke. “I know how to handle you, Smoker.”

He froze for a moment, the smoke around his body swirling before dissipating into the air. A flicker of recognition passed over his face.

Flashback Ends…

"It's been months..." Smoker muttered, his voice low and gruff.

I turned to face him, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. "And yet your memory still replays that moment, huh, White Hunter?" My voice carried the slightest tease as I turned around and made my way up the stairs, letting my fingers trail against the railing.

Slipping my hand into the pocket of my skirt, I discreetly pulled out my transponder snail, my eyes catching the faint blinking light. Bingo. Bash was coming soon. Now, all I had to do was time this right. I slid the snail back into place, careful not to make any sudden movements.

"You coming?" I called over my shoulder from the top of the stairs, throwing a glance down at him as he stood in the dimly lit entryway.

His response was delayed, almost as if he was still lingering in the weight of our past encounter.

I pushed open the door to the room and stepped inside. The space was impressive—larger than I expected. A king-sized bed with an elaborate headboard stood at the center, draped in crisp sheets. To the right, a spacious bathroom with a jacuzzi tub gleamed under the soft glow of the lights, and beyond that, the balcony doors led to a hot tub that overlooked the darkened landscape.

"Interesting..." I thought to myself, glancing around.

I heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching, the familiar scent of cigars growing stronger as Smoker finally followed me inside. The door clicked shut behind him.

Now, all I had to do was wait.

I rummaged through the closet, shifting through the neatly folded clothes and hangers until my fingers brushed against something soft.

"What do you think you're doing?" Smoker’s deep voice rumbled behind me, laced with suspicion.

"Looking for a bathing suit," I replied casually, glancing over my shoulder. "That hot tub looks nice."

I pulled out a black one-piece bathing suit, holding it up in front of me. The fabric was sleek, and the design was… well, more revealing than expected. A deep V-neckline plunged dangerously low, while the open-back design gave the illusion of barely-there coverage.

"And what’s this number?" I smirked, raising an eyebrow as I turned to face him, holding up the swimsuit for emphasis.

Smoker exhaled a long drag from his cigar, his eyes darkening slightly as they flickered over the piece in my hands. "Tch," he scoffed, looking away briefly before bringing the cigar back to his lips. "Didn't take you for the type to wear something like that."

I grinned. "Oh, Smokey, you’d be surprised."

I peeled off my clothing, tossing them carelessly onto the floor before slipping into the bathing suit. The fabric hugged my body perfectly, accentuating every curve in just the right way. I adjusted the straps and gave myself a once-over in the nearby mirror.

"Must admit, it fits like a glove," I mused, turning slightly to admire the way the suit molded to my figure.

Smoker, who had been casually leaning against the doorway, suddenly went rigid. His jaw slackened, his cigar nearly slipping from his lips as his eyes scanned me up and down.

I smirked. "You act like you've never seen a woman in a bathing suit before."

Smoker snapped his mouth shut, clearing his throat as he quickly turned his head to the side, exhaling a puff of smoke. "Tch, don’t flatter yourself." But the slight twitch of his fingers and the way his gaze flickered back to me said otherwise.

I chuckled, stepping closer. "Relax, White Hunter. It's just a swimsuit… unless you're imagining something else?" I teased, watching his reaction.

He grumbled something under his breath before taking a deep drag from his cigar. "You're trouble."

I winked. "And yet, here you are."

Smoker glanced down, realizing he was still gripping his Jitte tightly. His knuckles were clenched around the handle, as if he hadn’t even noticed he was holding it this whole time.

"Are you going to drop that, or are you planning to hold onto it while sitting in the hot tub?" I teased, crossing my arms as I leaned against the doorframe.

Smoker grunted, exhaling another puff of smoke before setting the weapon down with a heavy thunk against the wall. "Force of habit," he muttered, rolling his shoulders as if trying to shake off the tension.

I smirked. "Sure, sure. Just admit it—you’re nervous."

He scoffed, stepping closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over me. "You think I’m nervous?"

I shrugged, walking past him towards the balcony where the hot tub was. The night air was crisp, the steam rising invitingly from the bubbling water. "You tell me, White Hunter." I dipped my toe in, then slid into the hot tub, sighing at the warmth. "Mmm, this is nice. You coming in, or are you going to stand there acting all tough?"

Smoker watched me for a moment before exhaling deeply. "Tch. You’re impossible." 

Smoker’s hand gripped my wrist as he pulled me closer, his eyes narrowing, though there was something different in his gaze—something sharp and intense, mixed with the undeniable tension between us. He leaned in slightly, water dripping from his damp hair onto my shoulder. "I could just end you right here," he muttered, his voice low and dangerous.

I tilted my head, meeting his gaze with an unwavering smirk. "And yet, what’s stopping you from doing it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

His fingers tightened on my wrist, and his jaw clenched, but it wasn’t anger that flickered in his eyes. "Your father," he said, his voice strained.

I laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet of the night. "Yeah right, that's an excuse," I teased, shaking my head. "You’ve chased down pirates left and right, hell, even beaten them up. Those with bounties as high as mine don’t get a chance—and yet here I am." I smirked, watching him carefully.

Smoker stayed silent for a long moment, his grip loosening but his gaze never leaving mine. The water around us swirled, the air thick with unspoken words and tension. He finally released a slow breath, his voice quieter this time, almost reflective. "You’re not like the others."

Smoker's body tensed slightly when I placed my head on his neck, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he seemed to relax into the moment, the warmth of the hot tub wrapping around us like a cocoon. I gazed around the room, the soft light reflecting off the surfaces, as I noticed the blinking on my transponder snail had finally stopped.

Bash is finally here.

I couldn’t help the sly grin that tugged at the corner of my lips as I felt the rush of anticipation building inside me. The game was about to take a new turn, and I was ready for it.

"Now for phase two," I thought, my lips curling into a sly smile. "All we need is some champagne to go with this night—then you can tell me the real reason you wanted to see me. And don't start with the whole, 'I've been thinking about you' bit."

I locked my gaze with him, the steam from the hot tub thickening around us, making the air feel even heavier. Slowly, I ran my fingers through his silver hair, slicking it back with the warm water. Smoker closed his eyes, exhaling a slow drag from his cigar, as if savoring the moment. A few specks of ash crumbled, drifting into the water, dissolving like whispers of unspoken tension between us.

Smoker let out a deep exhale, the scent of tobacco mixing with the warmth of the bubbling water. His rough exterior remained intact, but there was something unreadable in his expression—something lingering beneath the usual gruffness. I watched as the embers of his cigar burned low, casting an amber glow over his face before he flicked the remnants aside.

"You're pushy, you know that?" he muttered, his voice a low rumble as his eyes finally opened, locking onto mine.

I smirked. "And you're avoiding the question." 

Smoker’s lips curled slightly, something dangerous flickering in his gaze. “I’ve been keeping a close eye on you, Kill Shot.”

"You and half the world," I shot back, leaning in just enough to make sure he felt the heat between us. "Again, unless you want to recreate some scene in your Marine head—where I'm a helpless criminal, you're cuffing me from behind, and I beg you to please let me go." I paused, watching for his reaction, my smirk widening. "And you just so happen to have ways of indulging."

Smoker’s jaw tensed. For a moment, all I could hear was the bubbling water and the faint crackle of the cigar ember floating away. His eyes darkened, heavy with something between amusement and restraint.

"You really don’t know when to quit, do you?" His voice was low, gravelly, but I didn’t miss the way his gaze flickered over me, as if weighing his options.

"Never," I murmured, trailing my fingers along the water’s surface. "But you already knew that."

"So, what’s it going to be, Captain Smoker?" I teased, raising an eyebrow. "Are we recreating a scene, or are we just here to discuss why the stars are out tonight?"

His lips parted slightly, as if he were about to say something, but I caught the briefest flicker of movement in my peripheral vision. From the shadows, a figure lurked—silent, careful, inching forward with precise intent.

Perfect.

I kept my smirk in place, masking my thoughts as my mind shifted gears. The game I was playing with Smoker was one thing, but this? This was something else entirely.

Now, the real fun was about to begin. The moment stretched between us, thick with tension and the scent of lingering cigar smoke. I held Smoker’s gaze for a beat longer before standing, water cascading off my skin as I made my way out of the hot tub. His eyes followed me, sharp and unreadable.

"Let me know when you figure that out, Captain," I said over my shoulder, grabbing a towel and running it slowly over my arms, then down my legs. The cool night air kissed my damp skin as I smirked, knowing damn well he was watching.

I barely had a second to react before a harsh force shoved me forward, sending me tumbling onto the bed.

A firm weight pressed against my back. Strong hands clamped around my wrists, pinning them against the sheets.

Smoker was on top of me.

"Think you're real clever, huh?" His voice was low, gravelly, close to my ear. His grip was firm, but there was something else in it—something restrained.

I let out a slow breath, adjusting just enough to glance behind him.

And there he was.

Bash.

He moved like a shadow, quick and precise, stepping right into position behind the unsuspecting Captain. I smirked.

"You're good, Smoker," I murmured, pressing against his hold just slightly. "But even you have a weakness."

Smoker narrowed his eyes, but before he could react, Bash struck.

A small vial, laced with sea water and a potent sedative, shattered against the base of Smoker’s neck. The moment the liquid touched his skin, I felt the shift—the sudden tremor in his body, the way his grip weakened just slightly. His breathing hitched, and I turned my head enough to see the raw surprise flicker across his face.

"You—" he started, but his voice faltered.

I used the opening to twist beneath him, flipping our positions just as Bash tossed something into my waiting hands. Cold, heavy metal met my palms.

Sea prism stone cuffs.

Smoker, dazed from the drug, tried to push himself up, but I was faster. I snapped the cuffs around his wrists in one swift movement, locking them into place.

His body tensed immediately. The effect was instant—his strength drained, his Devil Fruit powers suppressed. For the first time, Smoker looked at me with something almost like shock.

I leaned in, my lips just inches from his ear.

"Checkmate, Captain."

His breath was heavy, his jaw clenched, but he couldn't fight it. Not this time.

Bash chuckled from behind. "Took long enough."

I smirked down at Smoker, his body still limp and weak from the sedative laced with sea prism stone. He was out cold, completely at my mercy, and I could feel the power shift in the air.

"Alright, Bash," I said, my voice steady as I glanced at the clock on the wall, "we have exactly 45 minutes before the sedative wears off and he comes back online. We just need to give him another injection to flush out the sea water, but we don't want to get caught with anything, so let's move fast."

Bash gave a sharp nod, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of the moment. "Understood."

I quickly stood up, making my way to the side of the room to change. I pulled off my damp bathing suit and slipped back into my top and skirt, the fabric hugging my skin in all the right places. My heels clicked against the floor as I slipped them back on, the sound sharp and commanding.

"Let's see what we have here," I murmured, walking over to a nearby desk. I picked up a notebook lying casually on top of it, flipping it open. Each page was filled with critical information—details, names, dates, and pictures.

I raised an eyebrow, snapping pictures of the pages with my transponder snail. This was it. This was what we needed.

"Captain, take a look at this," Bash called out, his voice a little louder now. He had found something of interest in one of the pages.

I made my way over to him, leaning over his shoulder. I looked at the page he was pointing to, and my smirk deepened. There, in black and white, were pictures of none other than Ace and his crew.

"Figures," I muttered, my finger tapping the photo of Ace. "Ace would be involved in this somehow. He’s sloppy, always has been."

Bash chuckled softly, the edges of his lips curling in amusement. "Doesn’t he always leave a trail?"

I nodded, my eyes scanning the rest of the pictures and notes. Ace had a tendency to make his presence known, even when he was trying to stay under the radar. It was almost too easy to connect the dots.

"Well, this just got interesting," I said, flipping through the rest of the notebook. "Looks like we’ve got more than we bargained for, but it works out for us."

I glanced back at Smoker, who was still unconscious, my eyes narrowing as I thought about what we needed to do next.

"We’ll finish phase two and get what we need. Then we move on to phase three."

Bash raised an eyebrow, clearly curious. "And what’s phase three, exactly?"

I gave him a wicked grin. "Well, Bash, phase three is simple. We make sure Tashigi comes to check on dear old Smoker, and we make it look like he had a long night of drinking."

Bash chuckled, clearly on the same page. "Clever. He’ll never see it coming."

I picked up the vial, preparing to inject Smoker. The needle slid easily into his arm, and I administered the antidote, watching him slowly unwind. His face, once contorted with tension, softened into a peaceful expression, as if he were simply asleep.

"Alright, Bash, the keys to the cuffs."

He handed them to me, and with a swift click, I unlocked the cuffs that had restrained Smoker’s arms. He looked relaxed, blissfully unaware of what had just transpired.

"Help me move him to the bed more," I instructed, as I grabbed Smoker’s feet and gently shifted his body towards the center of the bed. We covered him with a sheet, making sure to place it just right around his waist for modesty’s sake—well, as much as we could muster.

Once Smoker was settled, I placed the bottle with gloves on the desk, along with a champagne flute. I poured a second one for good measure, setting the scene.

"Now that that’s taken care of, let me leave him a note," I said with a devilish smile.

Bash grinned back. "What should it say?"

"Oh, I have an idea," I replied, taking the pen in hand. "How about: 'Thanks for teaching me how to be a good criminal, Captain Smoker. I’ll see you around.'"

Bash let out a low whistle. "Oooo, that’s a good one."

I grinned, adding a little extra flair to the message, my handwriting smooth and purposeful as I wrote it. "Okay, how about this?" I finished up the note with a bit more detail, leaning in to add the final touch.

“Thanks for teaching me how to be a good criminal, Captain Smoker. I’ll see you around. And when you wake up, remember… we had one hell of a night.”

I smirked, satisfied with the note. "Perfect. Now, let’s get out of here before he starts waking up."

Bash nodded, looking pleased with our work. "This is going to be fun to watch."

I grabbed my transponder snail, placing it inside the pocket of my skirt. "You’re telling me."

With one last look at the scene we had set up, I turned and walked out, feeling the thrill of a job well done. Now, we just had to wait.

Third POV…

The room was eerily silent, save for the soft rustling of the sheet that covered Smoker’s torso. His mind was clouded by the effects of the sedative, but the faintest stirrings of consciousness began to pull him from his haze. He could feel the bed beneath him, the soft weight of the covers, but something was off. Something wasn’t quite right.

His eyes snapped open, and the first thing he noticed was the lipstick stain on his cheek, still fresh and vivid against his otherwise rugged skin. His brows furrowed as he looked down at his bare chest, the sheet barely covering him, and his abs on full display. His muscles tensed instinctively, confusion sweeping over him.

"What the hell...?" Smoker muttered to himself, still groggy from the effects of the sedative.

Just as he began to sit up, trying to make sense of his surroundings, the door to the room suddenly slammed open, and in burst Tashigi, her face flushed with embarrassment and a bit of panic.

"Smoker! What the hell happened?!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening at the sight of him half-dressed in the bed, clearly flustered. Her gaze immediately shot to the lipstick stain on his cheek and the faint mark on his lips, her face turning bright red as she pointed a finger at him. "You’ve got lipstick all over you! What the hell—"

Smoker let out a gruff sigh, rubbing his temple as he sat up fully, feeling the residual effects of the sedative. "Damn it, Tashigi, could you not scream like that? You’re a Marine, not a schoolgirl." He shot her a sharp look as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, trying to gather his bearings.

Tashigi was too caught up in her shock to pay attention to his tone. Her eyes were glued to the scene in front of her—Smoker’s bare chest, the lipstick stain, the strange atmosphere. It was all too much. "What the hell happened here?!"

Smoker’s eyes narrowed as he glanced down at the bed again, his gaze landing on the note lying on the pillow next to him. He grumbled under his breath, reaching over to grab the cigar resting on the nearby table, trying to steady himself as his fingers fumbled for it. His gaze drifted to the note, the elegant handwriting catching his eye.

The paper read:

“Thanks for teaching me how to be a good criminal, Captain Smoker. I’ll see you around. And when you wake up, remember… we had one hell of a night.”

Smoker muttered a curse, his fingers tightening around the cigar. "Damn that woman... Killshot, huh?" He shook his head, a mixture of frustration and begrudging admiration in his tone. The woman had managed to get under his skin again, leaving her mark—literally—and it wasn’t something he could easily ignore.

Tashigi’s voice broke through his thoughts, her voice rising in pitch. "What the hell is going on?! Who did this to you, Smoker?!"

Smoker let out a sharp exhale, finally lighting his cigar. "Don’t worry about it, Tashigi. Just… don’t touch the note." He ran a hand through his silver hair, his voice gruff and irritated. "You wouldn’t understand."

Tashigi stood frozen, her face still flushed, a mix of confusion and frustration bubbling to the surface. She was about to say something else, but Smoker’s harsh tone and the sight of him sinking back into the bed made her hesitate. She shook her head, her thoughts racing, and let out a long sigh.

"I swear, Smoker," she muttered, "you’re impossible."

Smoker took a long drag from his cigar, the smoke swirling around him as he leaned back against the pillows. 

Tashigi huffed, walking out of the room, leaving Smoker alone with his thoughts, the strange feeling of the note and the mysterious criminal still lingering in his mind.

"Killshot..." he muttered again, irritation flickering in his eyes. "I’ll be seeing you again."

The tension between them wasn’t over—not by a long shot.

Y/N’s POV

The ship rocked gently as we sailed away from the island, leaving Smoker and his Marines behind. The chaos of the night still lingered in my mind, but the thrill of outwitting Smoker made it all worth it. I leaned against the railing of my room, scrolling through the pictures I had taken on my transponder snail, while Bash sorted through the items he had taken from Smoker’s rental.

The knock on the door startled me, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Come in!" I called out, glancing up.

The door creaked open, and Bash walked in, closing it behind him. "Got anything, Captain?"

I raised an eyebrow and motioned to the pile of papers and notes spread out on the table. "A lot, actually," I said, flipping through some of the pages Smoker had written on. "I’m seeing a lot of faces that the Marines are after. Both of these guys, the Spade Pirates, Ace as their captain, and the Phoenix Pirates—me as the captain." I let out a laugh. "I also noticed that Smoker's been keeping an eye on Ace for a while. Figures."

Bash smirked, clearly amused by my revelation. "You planning to see him?"

I grinned, an almost mischievous glint in my eyes. "Oh yeah, he’s going to be so in shock," I said, laughing. "It’s going to be priceless."

As I continued to examine the notes Smoker had written, I found myself distracted by his scribblings. "Check this out," I said, tapping the pages. "They’re raising my bounty to 200 million berries. Yours is going up by 50 million, which means you’re sitting at 150 million berries now. And Ace... he’ll be at 200 million as well."

Bash raised an eyebrow at me, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "Captain, you think about Ace a lot, don’t you?"

My face flushed slightly, but I quickly covered it up with a dismissive chuckle. "Don’t be crazy, Bash," I said, waving him off. "We... we just have history, is all." I paused, glancing at the notes again as if they held the answers to all the questions I was avoiding. "And he used to pick on me, tease me a lot. Hard to forget that freckled face, especially now that he’s grown so much."

Bash shrugged nonchalantly. "You know what they say, Captain. When a boy picks on you, it’s because he likes you."

I blinked at him, my blush deepening. "What? That’s ridiculous," I muttered, trying to keep my composure. But the way Bash was looking at me, I knew I wouldn’t be able to avoid this topic for long.

I quickly shifted my attention back to the papers on the table, hoping to change the subject. But deep down, I couldn’t help but think about Ace and the way things used to be between us.

We had history, yes. But maybe there was something else beneath the teasing and the games. Something that was hard to ignore, no matter how much I tried to deny it.

I sighed, pushing the thought away for now.

Ace POV.. 

"Alright, guys! I think we deserve a well-earned party!" I declared, grinning as my crewmates erupted into cheers.

"Looks like you're in high spirits," said Masked Deuce, his tone amused.

"Well, after that big haul we just scored, I’d say we’ve more than earned a bit of fun!" I laughed, feeling the rush of excitement still coursing through me.

Just then, the familiar sound of flapping wings caught my attention. The News Coo landed on the railing, dropping a fresh stack of newspapers before letting out an impatient squawk. I tossed a few coins into the small pouch attached to its leg before grabbing a copy.

"Tell us, Captain! Any interesting news about us?" one of my crewmates asked, sipping his drink.

A smirk tugged at my lips as I scanned the front page. "We made it on the front page!" I announced, holding up the paper as the crew roared in excitement.

"They even raised my bounty to 200 million berries," I added, unable to hide my pride. My smirk widened—things were heating up.

As I flipped the page, my eyes landed on another headline, and suddenly, my grip on the cup loosened. The drink slipped from my hand, splashing onto the deck.

"Damn, Captain, you look like you've seen a ghost—Holy smokes, who is she?!" Masked Deuce snatched the newspaper from me before I could react.

"That’s probably Ace's girl!" Skull hollered, his loud laughter making my face heat up.

"She is not my girl!" I shot back, feeling my cheeks burn even more as the crew erupted into teasing.

Masked Deuce ignored my protest, whistling as he read aloud. "Says here, Captain of the Phoenix Pirates, Y/N 'Killshot,' and her right-hand man, Sebastian, stole important documents from Captain Smoker’s home."

I clenched my jaw, staring at the page as my mind raced. Y/N, huh? It had been a while since I last heard her name, but leave it to her to pull off something this bold.

"Stealing from a Marine Captain? Now that's gutsy," one of my crewmates chuckled.

I ran a hand through my hair, shaking my head with a half-smile. "Yeah… that sounds like her." 

"Damn, they even put her at the same bounty as you—200 million berries," he added, whistling.

My brow furrowed as I leaned in. "What the hell could she have stolen?" I muttered before snatching the paper from Deuce.

"Hey! I was reading that!" Deuce grumbled, taking another sip of his drink.

I ignored him, my eyes scanning the article for more details. Y/N pulling a stunt like this wasn’t surprising, but robbing Smoker directly? That was risky, even for her. Whatever she took… it had to be something big.

"She stole classified Navy documents," I said, my voice dropping slightly. The crew quieted, a few exchanging glances.

"Classified documents?" Skull repeated. "That’s not just some treasure haul—this is serious."

Deuce leaned over my shoulder, reading along. "If the Navy’s labeling it ‘classified,’ that means it’s either battle plans, intelligence reports, or something that could shake things up big time."

I exhaled sharply, pressing my thumb against the bridge of my nose. "Dammit, Y/N… what the hell are you up to?"

"Looks like the captain and Y/N have some shared history together?" one of the crew piped up, grinning.

"History?! She gave him a lap dance when we docked on that island a year ago! She owns that pleasure hall!" Skull yelled, laughing loudly as he took another swig of his drink.

The crew burst out laughing, but I could feel my face turning a shade of red.

"Captain has had it bad for her too, since they were kids. They grew up together with the mountain bandits, right? Ace used to tease and pick on her, and she’d always give him a fight back. Ain’t that right, Captain?" Skull added with a loud laugh, clearly enjoying every second of embarrassing me.

"Shut up, Skull!" I snapped, but my voice was already tinged with embarrassment.

"So, it was a crush," Deuce teased, raising an eyebrow at me.

"It wasn’t a crush!" I yelled, though my face was already redder than a tomato. The laughter from my crew only grew louder.

Just then, Deuce’s transponder snail began ringing. He glanced at it, raising an eyebrow.

"Strange, the only people who have this number are you and the crew," Deuce muttered to himself before answering it.

"Hello?" he said, his voice casual.

"Hello, am I speaking to Masked Deuce?" The voice on the other end made my jaw drop.

No way.

"Y/N…" I muttered under my breath.

"This is he?" Deuce replied, his voice low.

I could feel the tension in the air as the crew watched me closely. The familiarity in her voice stirred something deep inside me—something I hadn’t expected.

"I'm sure you know who I am. Name’s Y/N, as much as I’d love to skip formalities, I wasn’t brought up that way." She chuckled, her teasing tone unmistakable.

"Damn it, my heart..." I thought, trying to hide the effect she had on me.

"You're Y/N?!" Deuce gasped, looking at the crew.

"In the flesh. Though, I believe we’ve never actually met. Were you on the ship the day I was on it?" Y/N’s voice came through the transponder snail, cool and calm.

"Hell no," Deuce said, his voice strained, clearly uncomfortable.

"Well, there you have it. Listen, Deuce, if it’s alright with you, can you pass me to your captain, Ace?" Y/N asked, her voice dripping with amusement.

The crew stared at me. I didn’t know whether to laugh or yell.

"My captain isn’t here. He… he’s asleep!" Deuce stammered.

"Really? At this hour?" Y/N’s teasing tone made Deuce flush a little, and I couldn’t help but laugh despite myself.

"Yeah, but enough about my captain. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself?" Deuce added, clearly trying to steer the conversation away from me. He was laying it on thick, and I could practically hear him grinning on the other end.

The crew all stared at him, as if he had lost his mind. "What the hell is he doing?" one of them muttered.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Deuce," Y/N replied, her voice playful yet sharp. "Ask your crewmate Skull."

Skull, who had been listening intently to the whole conversation, raised his glass with a wink. "Hell yeah, I’m the one who knows her best."

I rolled my eyes and was about to say something when Y/N’s voice came through the transponder snail, sharp and teasing. "It’s not that you know me best, Skull. It’s the fact that you were there that night when you and Ace stumbled upon a certain pleasure hall a year ago."

"Ouch!" Skull shouted, clearly caught off guard. The rest of the crew erupted into laughter.

I could feel my face turning red again. I wasn’t ready to relive that particular night—especially not in front of the whole crew.

Before I could react, Y/N’s voice continued, laced with amusement. "Well, if Fire Fist ever does decide to talk to me, in about 2.5 seconds, he’ll be receiving a box with a note on it."

"A box? What?" I thought, confused.

Just then, something heavy hit the deck. A box, small but oddly familiar, fell from the sky with a soft thud. Attached to it was a note, which fluttered slightly in the wind as it came to rest. My eyes widened.

How the hell did she do that? I couldn’t help but wonder.

Deuce, clearly caught up in the oddity of it all, grinned. "Will do, Killshot."

Then, as if to turn the whole situation upside down, Y/N’s voice came again, softer this time. "Also, Deuce, one other thing... thank you for being sweet."

Deuce froze for a moment, his face turning a bright shade of red. "Well, I…" He stammered, clearly flustered.

"You’re welcome," Y/N teased over the snail, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on Deuce. "I’ll be waiting for that call from Fire Fist. You guys enjoy your night."

Before any of us could respond, the line went dead, leaving nothing but the soft crackle of silence in its wake.

"Well, that’s one way to keep things interesting," Deuce muttered, still looking flushed, holding the transponder snail.

I stared at the box that had fallen from the sky, my mind racing. What the hell was she up to now? The note she mentioned—what was in that box? And why the hell would she send it to me?

"Guess we’re going to find out," Skull said, poking fun at the situation as he walked over to the box.

I clenched my fists, fighting the instinct to snap. "Don’t open it yet," I said, my tone a little sharper than I intended. "We’ll open it together. I want to know exactly what the hell she’s playing at."

The crew exchanged glances, clearly sensing the tension in the air.

Deuce spoke up, breaking the silence. "Well, whatever’s in there, it’s from Y/N. That’s gotta count for something."

I couldn’t argue with that. Y/N wasn’t someone who did things without a reason. Whatever she was up to, it wasn’t just for fun.

"You know," Skull mused, taking another swig of his drink, "She’s got you all twisted up, Ace. You can’t stop thinking about her, huh?"

I shot him a glare that could’ve melted steel, but deep down, I knew he was right.

"Shut up, Skull," I muttered under my breath, turning my attention back to the box.

Deuce was still holding the transponder snail, his fingers fidgeting with it nervously. "Well, should we just open it?"

I nodded, my mind already made up. "Yeah, we’ll open it. But not until we’re all here."

"Alright, Captain," Skull said with a grin. "Let’s see what kind of surprise the lovely Killshot’s got for you."

I couldn’t help but wonder… just what the hell was inside that box, and why the hell did Y/N have to mess with my head again?

But one thing was clear: if Y/N was involved, it was never going to be simple.

I picked at the note, the cursive writing flowing elegantly across the paper. "Since when did she learn cursive?!" I muttered to myself, running my finger over the intricate letters. There was no doubt it was from her—Y/N’s unique touch on everything.

I ripped the paper open and read it aloud, my voice almost a mix of disbelief and frustration.

"Ace, by the time you're reading this, the marines have been tracking your every move, this time more stealthily, which is why when you do receive my call I won’t go into detail as they probably have our lines wired. In about say 10 minutes or so, a marine will try to sneak into your ship, goes by Isuka. I'd say more but the documents I obtained from Smoker's home contained information on you, along with other key information you'd want to pay attention to, though knowing you, you're too dense to even pay attention. Try not to get too sloppy… Can't wait to see that freckled face of yours. Xoxo, Y/N."

And to my surprise, she even sealed it with a kiss.

I dropped the note in disbelief, my mind trying to process everything I’d just read. The marines were onto us again, but this time it was different—more cautious, more hidden. Y/N had a knack for knowing exactly what the hell was going on, even when I was just trying to enjoy a drink with the crew.

"Wait a minute," I said, looking at the crew around me, "Did she just call me dense?"

Skull, ever the one to poke fun, grinned. "Oh, she totally did, Ace. But look on the bright side, at least she’s still thinking about you, even if she’s calling you out."

I growled, irritated at the thought. "She's a damn handful, Skull." But my mind wasn’t entirely focused on that. "We’ve got bigger issues right now."

"Are we really going to take her word though, Captain?" Deuce asked, glancing at the note. "What about what’s inside the box?"

The crew fell silent, and I clenched my fist, feeling the heat begin to rise from my body as I stood there, flames sparking up along my skin. "Y/N’s father is Vice Admiral Akainu," I said, dropping the bombshell that I knew would make the crew go silent.

The room fell into stunned silence, eyes wide as the reality of what I just revealed sank in.

"Then why the hell are we believing her?!" one of the crew members spat, disbelief clear in their voice. "Her father’s a Marine legend! Why would we trust her?"

"Because she’s a pirate, damn it!" I snapped, my flames flickering around me as I tried to control my rising temper. "She hates her father. You don’t know what she’s been through. When she was a kid, her father wanted her to become a Marine, wanted her to follow his version of justice." I ran a hand through my hair, my tone growing more serious. "But she refused. She hated everything about it. He didn’t care, so he had her train with the Mountain Bandits, just like Luffy and me."

I could feel the heat of the flames as they surged in me, but I reigned them in with a deep breath. "Her mother… her mother was a member of the Revolutionary Army. She died because of Akainu's orders. That’s why Y/N’s been doing what she’s doing, why she’s so damn good at it. It’s not my place to tell the rest of her story, but trust me, she knows more than you think. She’s got her own reasons for being the way she is."

The crew exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of what I said hanging in the air.

"But she’s not some saint," I added, my voice hardening. "She’s a pirate, and a damn clever one at that.” 

The crew exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of what I said hanging in the air.

"Damn..." Deuce muttered, shaking his head.

"You're right about Kill Shot, Fire Fist," came an unfamiliar voice, cutting through the tension like a blade.

Every head snapped toward the source of the voice. A woman stood at the edge of the ship, her stance unwavering, her Marine coat billowing in the night breeze. She held a firm grip on the hilt of her sword, her gaze sharp as she looked at me.

"Akainu has been on her tail since the second she became a pirate," she continued, stepping forward. "And now, I’m here to take you in."

I smirked, shaking my head as I glanced at my crew. "Now, do you believe me when I tell you Y/N doesn’t lie?"

Skull let out a low whistle, while Deuce tensed beside me, his hand twitching near his weapon.

"You must be Isuka," I said, turning my full attention to the Marine.

Her eyes narrowed. "And you must be Portgas D. Ace."

"Depends on who's asking," I shot back, flames flickering to life at my fingertips.

She didn’t flinch. "I don’t care about your games. Surrender now, and I won’t have to burn this entire ship to the ground."

I let out a short laugh. "You think you’re the only one who can burn things?" My body ignited, the warm glow of my flames illuminating the deck. "Let’s see who gets burned first."

The crew readied themselves, weapons drawn, as the air grew thick with tension.

"Well then," Isuka said, drawing her sword. "Let’s find out."

Y/N POV.. 

"Captain?" said Sebastian, his voice breaking the silence.

"Yes, Bash?" I replied, setting the stolen documents aside.

"You let Ace know?" he asked, leaning against the desk with arms crossed.

"Heck no," I scoffed, shaking my head. "You heard the news coo—those damn Marines already know we stole the docs. They probably had wires tapped on my call and Ace’s, which is exactly why I called Masked Deuce instead."

Sebastian chuckled. "Smart. You think they’ll figure it out?"

I smirked, leaning back in my chair. "That’s also why I sent the box with the note tied to it. Let’s just hope he’s not dense and actually uses his ten minutes wisely."

Sebastian snorted. "We are talking about Fire Fist Ace, right? That’s a gamble."

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Yeah… but it’s a gamble I’m willing to take."

"Now, what’s on the agenda for us?" I asked, glancing at Bash as he plopped into the chair beside me.

He leaned back, resting his boots on the table with a smirk. "Well, aside from waiting to see if Fire Fist figures out your little warning in time, we’ve got a few things to handle."

I raised a brow. "Go on."

"First, we need to move before the Marines close in on our location. We made a hell of a scene stealing those documents, and I’m sure they’re not just gonna sit back and let us slip away."

I nodded, tapping my fingers against the armrest. "Fair point. What else?"

Bash sighed. "Well… we also need to figure out what the hell to do with these documents. You risked a lot to get them, so what exactly are we looking at here?"

I reached for the folder and flipped it open, scanning the pages. "Classified Navy intelligence—movements, bounties, and…" My eyes narrowed. "A list of pirates they plan to eliminate next."

Bash frowned. "Anyone we know?"

I exhaled sharply, my grip tightening on the paper. "More than a few. And Ace is on that damn list."

Bash cursed under his breath. "Figures. So what’s the play, Captain?"

I shut the folder and met his gaze. "We warn who we can, we move fast, and if the Marines want a fight…" A slow smirk crept onto my lips. "Then we give them one."

"Also, Captain, we need to stop at a nearby island to stock up on supplies and food, and—" Bash hesitated for a second before smirking. "The crew also wants to know what your relationship with Fire Fist Ace is."

I groaned, rubbing my temples. "Of course, they do. Nosy bastards."

Bash chuckled. "Can you blame them? You dropped a box from the sky with a love note and a kiss mark on it. Kinda raises some questions."

I shot him a glare. "I’ll address that later. First things first—what’s the nearest island?"

Bash glanced at the map spread out on the table. "We’re near a Marine base."

I perked up, a wicked grin stretching across my face. "Ohh, this is rich…"

Bash shook his head with a sigh. "I know that look. Alright, what’s the plan?"

"Round up the troops," I said, standing up and stretching. "You and I are infiltrating the Navy base, grabbing food and supplies—maybe even snagging some important documents while we’re at it. Then we head out quick before they even realize what hit ‘em."

Bash smirked. "I like the way you think, Captain."

I grabbed my coat, throwing it over my shoulders. "Make sure Julio is on guard while we’re gone. We don’t need any surprises while we’re inside."

Bash gave a mock salute. "Aye, aye, Captain. Time to go stir up some trouble."

[grrrrrarro]

Hello I have a NSFWish?? Request could you do Eddie Gluskin and maybe Brahms W a pervy s/o? Like always checking them out, grabbing their booty and pecs - I know you've done some NSFWish stuff and this isn't explicit so I thought it'd be okie!

Thank you!!

- 🎨

O my god your a genius, I swear those guys are not expecting that! I hope that you don't mind adding few characters 😈 rest of notes at the end

They/them, Request open (yeah I know im taking long time to write but its summer time this person (me) is going o u t s i d e )

Slashers with pervy s/o

Eddie Gluskin

BRO TAKES IT AS INVITATION

Litteraly slaps their ass back

Kinda suprised at first, not used to people being so straightforward with him... and so brave... and- oh my darling your so...so...

bro caught simping

When they slapped him first time he just slowly turns around, he is about to whoop that ass HARDD

I swear anything playfully or just straightforward creepy/pervy this dude sees as flirt and a suggestion

But completely oblivious to their stares and eyes wandering in places, untill he looks at them directly he won't notice, BCS NOONE EVER YKNOW DID THAT TO HIM HE DOESNT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT

Brahms Heelshire

I just realised that hes name is so british... omg just say it out loud BRAHMS HeelSHIRE this dude is more british than queen herself (rip btw) LIKE IF anyone in amercia or anywhere else really was named brahms fucking heelshire he would be bullied so hard. Tbh maybe that's why he's in walls

Feels threatened... he was suppose to be pervy one! Not his s/o :((

At least you guys have fun running around mansion and slapping eachothers ass??? Yay relationship goals!!!

Man says "I mean I support equal rights" just to trow them from stairs or something

Also HE LITTERALY BLUSHES when they touch him normally NOW IMAGINE IF S/O does that to his bootie

"Are you checking me out again? Stoophh"

Pls he just tries to cuddle when he feels their arms slowly moving lower and lower and- hold up what do you think your doing love?🤨😳

Asa Emory

No

Nuh uh

You dont

He will litteraly cut their hands off if they try to do anything skechy

Hes so dreamy

Pov: asa just cutting vegetables for dinner, vibing, then suddenly out of dark corridor, emerges goblin-like creature (s/o) with evil grin, running to attack him, he tries to dogde it, but their evil arms are too quick, goblin smacks his ass so hard he collapses(dramatically), Asa feels the wave of embarrassment and dies immediately

Its currently 4am

Tbh he kinda likes the attention, like s/o is such a simp for him rn, his ego loves itttt

If some stuff doesr make sense im sorry, its 4am and I want to clear my inbox asap cuz I feel bad for all people that are waiting for my fics. Although you still can request!!! Im just trying to get some ideas for old ones (cuz tbh some of yall dont really have ideas for requests and just say "write for this dude ok bye" 😔😔 plz ily all but I cant work with that, I need some sort of idea, even boring one or overused

[rip-headphones-users]

pls tell me abt your personal scenelights headcanon/storyline

(Rubs my hands together with evil intent) This is gonna be a long post, everything will be under the cut. I’m still early into my Regretevator mental illness arc so a good chunk of this will more than probably change.

So Kasper and Lampert have been friends since elementary school age (I’d give 8/10 years old).

Their friendship started with Kasper crying over something (he gives strong “i hate my stepdad/stepmom” vibes), and Lampert, who is not really great at soothing emotions through words, distracts him by turning into various objects. Kasper is like YOOOO THIS IS THE GREATEST THING IVE EVER SEEN and from then on out they’re inseparable. Kasper always pushes Lampert to do things he’s scared of, and Lampert will always do his best to calm and ground Kasper when he’s unstable. (I hc Kas as being impulsive, esp when angry/sad) Also, Lamp is just happy to have someone who genuinely enjoys his company beyond the use of a light source for the first time in his life.

Kas did online school, with and lamp being like??? An a young entity of the elevator??? And having like no obligations or responsibilities beyond being anthro furniture, the two of them spend most of their time either exploring/chilling in the infinite rokea, or playing games in Kaspers house.

(Oh boy group angst begins now)

Lampert has almost always had a crush on Kasper, (He cant help it, cute scene boy) and it only got worse into their teens. Boy was pining HARD, and was always pretty sure that Kas never liked him back, or that he was closer with other people.

Kasper? Not so much. He likes Lampert too, sure, but is in the biggest state of denial over it. His search history is full of “is it gay to want to kiss your best friend???” Lmao. He is also terrified that he could ruin his friendship, again- he tends to be impulsive so he’s scared of hurting lamp in any way. He just. Keeps that portion of emotions stuck in there. Tight under lock and key.

Lampert asks Kasper out. Kasper rejects him. They remain close, but something seems… off about Kas sometimes.

The infection takes Kasper slowly after he agrees to let the parasite in. (A whole other set of headcannon I have in mind haha) and things are normal for about a year or so. As the parasite begins taking more resources from him, Kasper begins to drop weight, sleep for 12+ hours in a day, mumble to himself about insane things, and become more forgetful. And Lampert is TERRIFIED. In an attempt to elevate his spirits, he asks Kasper out on a date. Saying that it didn’t have to be something romantic, but just to get Kasper out of his house. He’s practically locked himself in his room for days at a time now.

Infected agrees, having completely forgotten why he was so scared of being with Lampert in the first place. He remembers the emotions of being with lampert, the joy he brings him- but doesn’t know how to place them into memories. He sees lampert as a kind new friend, who he sees and is immediately filled with hard to place unbridled joy- and so happens to know everything about him, how to make him laugh, how to calm him down, his favorite foods and games and places to go… (AND HE’S CUTE??? SCORE.)

LAMPERT. IS. TERRIFIED. He is so, so scared. His best friend, the guy he sees as the love of his life finally reciprocates those feelings with him, but only because he isn’t in the right state of mind to deliver those feelings properly. Lampert is the first to notice infected has taken place of Kasper, and is the first to attempt to being him to a hospital. Infected just kinda discharges himself, he’s an adult now and not necessarily a danger to himself or others (yet). And doctors can’t place what is wrong with him.

So, lampert is holding off on whatever romance he feels towards Kas until he can figure out what’s going on with infected. (Also in tandem with his own germaphobia) he has become extra wary of illness and the spread of germs within the floors of the elevator because he fears the other residents potentially catching what Infected has, or his illness mutating or something.

He also realizes eventually that Kasper and Infected are sorta two things inhabiting the same body. When Kas is more lucid/the parasite has less control, they can be addressed separately. Usually the parasite has more control though, shambling around and using the body as a clumsy vessel.

Lampert absolutely hates the parasite, and will only ever address Kasper as Infected when speaking directly to the parasite (screaming at it for taking his friend from him while it laughs in his face) he is of course, disgusted, but will do anything to save Kas.

Kasper is hardly there mentally. He disassociates whenever he feels infected is essentially piloting him. He hears lamperts voice, but ever only answers when he has the energy anymore. It’s sorta okay though, he did let this happen after all.

Infected is still getting used to existing in a human(?) form. It shambles about like a zombie. The thing can hardly keep its own brain from melting out of his nose. Ofc when it speaks it sounds like a bad mic. Its only recently learned it needs the vessel to eat so that they both live! It likes Lampert though, though he only ever insults it (it finds him funny). Maybe if it learns to act more like Kasper, whatever that means, Lampert might like it too.

So anyway Lampert is in this Queer-platonic relationship with his crush and by extension the parasite pretending to be his crush, because he doesn’t know if the real Kas would truly want to be in that deep of a relationship if he were fully lucid.

(Thanks for coming to my ted talk i hope this makes some sense, I’m way better at explaining things via 100+ pages of fancomic.)

((This took like an hour to write lmao))

Btw this song is them. To me.

[megumimania]

AOT LONDON BOY HCS PT 2

featuring: reiner, onyankopon, armin

a/n: this is part two of these hcs, part one is here! thanks for tuning in its kinda rushed my bad 😪, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

ARMIN

-armin would be from islington or finchley maybe even south, but I don’t see him living in like bougie areas such as kensington or chelsea or like richmond

- him and eren went to the same primary and secondary together

-armin was literally his get out of jail free card because of his stellar reputation in academics

-he always gets free stuff from the corner shop or the chicken and chip shop

-doesn’t own a car, he either bikes or takes the tube because he cares about the environment and doesn’t want to add onto the extra pollution in london

-his dress sense is very casual like a t shirt, a pair of loose fitted trousers and some trainers but when he cant be bothered he’ll wear a tech fleece

-he has a very good sense of direction, like he knows the fastest routes for anything, like when eren and connie dragged him to carni (if you went this year im saur jealous 😩 but anyways) and it was time to get home armin found a quicker route that got them back pretty fast

-knows all the best secret spots in london for anything! which makes hanging out with him more fun because you experience a new part of london when you’re together

-he isnt a fan of eren’s scamming ways but when eren asks for help he always answers as long as he’s not a part of it

-london men i feel like are terrible with their feelings but armin is the exception, he would be very open with you about his feelings and such

-reads so much, you’ll catch him at hyde park or greenwich park reading till the sun sets

-he smokes cigarettes but he’s trying to cut it out for you

-his playlist would be very diverse since he’s been brought up in a multicultural area, like it would go from bashment, to rnb, drill to pop

-unlike his unserious counterparts *cough cough* eren and connie, he’s very loyal!

ONYANKOPON

-my ghanaian king, shoutout to my ghanaians!!

-he speaks twi so well that people forget he was brought up in the uk

-he would be from peckham or lewisham for suree, he’s deffo been dragged around by his mum round rye lane market on a saturday morning carrying that trolley with him

-he goes to a pentecostal church, he’s always leading youth service and helping out at church events.

-the aunties love him for this because he’s the perfect son that they don’t have and they just love him in general

-ony can cook and im being for real, so you guys never eat out unless ony wants to show you to a new niche restaurant somewhere

-he has snap but doesn’t have a bitmoji because he thinks it’s immature 😕 but eventually he caves and makes one because you ask him too

-hes always promoting his boys stuff whether that be music,

-he deffo went to an all boys secondary and then he went to a mixed sixth form after, he gives me those vibes

-he used to go to the library to link girls after school 😭 he had a big playboy phase but hes calmed down

-he used to be one of those people at stratford westfield trying to sell you magazines before you enter

-hes not stingy with his money, hes always spoiling the people he loves

-he has a bunch of caps and grills that he likes to rotate out weekly, he has great style

-he works in corporate london so its rare that you dont see him outside of a suit and tie but he always makes time for you

-ony is always holding your bag for dear life when you go to bait areas like oxford street or westfields or like the tourist spots because people be getting their shit stolen loool

-he loves late night tesco trips anything that he can do at night i.e late night walks, drives etc

-bossman is always giving him discounts on stuff because ony is loyal customer.

REINER

-look at that man and tell me he wouldnt be from essex tell me!! like thats pure dagenham material right there

-if you search up a typical person from essex, he would come up

-he probably owns those skintight chinos with those ugly polos with the church shoes

-he tries to downplay his accent a bit since sometimes its hard to understand him but when hes upset his accent comes through in full force

-always at spoons or at the club till early hours

-reiner gives me bricklayer vibes so thats what im gonna roll with

-when he comes home from work in summer hes like hot and sweaty but it makes his biceps glow so its kinda sexy idk

-has a bunch of tattoos, most of them are birthdays of family members and a picture of his grandma who passed away

-has a british bulldog called belle, the dog is fucking scary but reiner thinks the world of her and thinks she can do no wrong

-listens to mainly dnb, garage, techno

-downs pints at the pub like it’s nothing, he has a high alcohol tolerance

-proper geezer that’s all i have to say tbh!