#niji vinsmoke x reader

[husbandograveyard]

This drabble is part of my summer celebration collection! Prompt: sunglasses Characters featured: Niji (One Piece), 2nd person GN Reader Requested by: @fura55hu [a/n]: Despite the many OP fics i have written, this is only my second time writing Niji and I have been struggling a bit to get his characterization right. I hope I did him a little justice nonetheless!

It didn’t matter what the temperature outside was, what kind of weather it was. Sun, rain, hail, a cool breeze, or a snowstorm, Niji always wore those sunglasses of his. It was part of his regular fit, ever since you met him years ago, and all throughout your relationship, he’s worn them. You didn’t mind necessarily, you didn’t like him any more or less because of the clothes he was wearing. But it was something you sometimes wished he went without, especially moments like right now, when you were out and about, talking to him, and you weren’t even sure if he was even paying attention to you and what you were saying. 

“Anyway, Niji, dear… did you hear a single word of what I just told you?” “Of course, why’d you think I didn’t?” “Because your genes make you look permanently uninterested and I can’t even see if you’re making eye contact at all.” 

A sly grin appeared on his face as he leaned in, taking off his sunglasses in the process. He looked into your eyes, eyebrows raised ever so slightly, a playful twinkle in his eyes that was usually only reserved for the two of you in private. You were stunned into silence by the sudden maneuver, unable to avoid eye contact, your heart starting to work overtime in your chest, beating so loudly, you were sure he could hear it. 

“Please, continue” 

There was a hint of amusement in his voice, clearly enjoying the fact that you couldn’t get any words past your lips, too mesmerized to speak, even though you now got his full attention. 

He laughed and put his glasses back on, and you playfully smacked him on his shoulder. 

“That’s cheating, I didn’t ask you to look at me like that.” 

You were laughing though, and he couldn’t help but grin a little in response. 

“You wanted my full attention and you got it. Now... you were saying?”

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Germa 66 Jealousy Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Questionable Relationship Dynamics, Spats, Explicit Suicide Language and Vague General Racism (Niji Only), Mentions of Physical Fights (non-relationship), Possessiveness, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (Niji Only)

𓆃 Reiju

Hot shit and she knows it. Reiju isn't jealous in any meaningful way, but is just petty enough and just ballsy enough to make a little show of establishing some dominance.

While she isn't one to take forceful kisses or pull you into her arms, she is purposeful in the little pecks to the cheek she'll give you or the way she might drape herself over your arm.

Reiju establishes herself in a way to make herself clear while remaining classy.

Her arms might gently wrap around your shoulders from behind while you're sitting down, maintaining eye contact with someone who dared to act just a bit too familiar with you as she presses her cheek against your hair.

Unabashed about PDA in general, a particularly severe transgression may be responded to with a kiss on the lips or an arm wrapped around yours as she lays her head on your shoulder.

Conversation goes on as normal, albeit with some heavier eye contact than usual.

This is about the farthest she'll go, and each action is rather gentle. Reiju knows that what's hers is staying hers, and sees no point in making a scene.

Overall, she trusts you whole-heartedly. Isn't that what healthy couples are supposed to do?

𓆃 Ichiji

Tries to play it cool, but other people making passes at you— or what he perceives as making passes— bothers him more than he'd like to admit.

Ichiji sort of hovers, stuck between the feeling that he's making too much of the situation and then not enough of it. He'll stand awkwardly in group conversations, not speaking and otherwise sending off odd vibes, or sit next to you with the same eerie quietness with a grip just a bit too firm on your knee.

He's slowly getting more annoyed the more whoever is at the receiving end of his jealousy speaks, and everyone nearby can feel it.

Reciprocal touches of reassurance only get you so far, with a part of Ichiji somewhat comforted— if you could call it that— by the mutual physical contact.

It is, after all, a clear signal that you're taken. But this does nothing for his darkened demeanor.

The night will surely end with Ichiji snapping, insisting it's about time you leave without any explanation.

"That's enough. We're leaving," Ichiji will huff out of the blue before ushering you out, forcefully grabbing your jacket and his all whilst rudely brushing off your friends and colleagues.

Any attempts to reason with him will be equally ignored, and more often than not, you'll fight as soon as you're out the door.

Ichiji will not throw punches unless an egregious boundary has been crossed such as someone touching you or being explicit in their desire for you.

It's ultimately your problem when he's caused a scene and refuses to talk about it. You'll likely end up fighting about something small and petty because it's really not about who drives home, now is it?

𓆃 Niji

TW for Dialogue Section: Explicit Suicide Language, Vile Language, General Racism, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Niji, however, takes his response from 0 to 100. He wants a physical fight with someone, and it's quite frankly mortifying.

And you can always see it coming, and it's come to a point where you can almost warn people when they approach you at a busy venue asking to buy you a drink.

But it's too late, because Niji can somehow always hear. And when he hears what he deems a transgression of the highest degree, Niji is swift to sling an arm around you and deliver a carefully crafted response of the most vile string of words anyone can think of.

Niji's mortifying insult recipe = insult to the person + usually vulgar compliment to you + horrifyingly disturbing finisher

TW "Hey ugly, does a pathetic loser like you really think you could tap an ass that fine? What are you stupid? HA! Kill yourself!" he might say with a wide grin, the words pouring from his lips with an uncomfortable casualness before slapping your ass. He drapes his arm back over your shoulders for effect.

TW "What race are you? I wanna call you a slur."

He's proud of himself for it and isn't afraid of getting up in someone's face. Niji enjoys rising to his full height, squaring his shoulders, and baiting some moron who had the nerve to try and take what's his into a fight.

You can try to tug him away all you'd like, but Niji will shrug you off, opting for getting you kicked out of wherever you are instead.

𓆃 Yonji

Can usually sense when someone is interested in you before even you can, and will call it out point-blank.

Yonji likes to use his size to intimidate those who have mistakenly shown their interest in you, and rather than hold your hand or give you a kiss, he'll throw his arm around the other person and lean in close to get in their face.

"So, I heard you've got a thing for my better half, huh?" he'll muse before turning to direct both of their attentions toward you. "It's all good; I can’t get enough either. Why don't you tell me what it is that you like so much?"

"Caught you eyeing my girl. That's alright; I like 'er, too." "I couldn't help but notice you sizing up my man. Don't worry, I want to tap that sweet ass, too. And I do! HA!" "Heard you're sweet on my plus one. Don't be shy; I get it."

Sometimes, this will go on without you even noticing, only to look for Yonji to see he's backed some poor soul into a corner.

Yonji is rather forgiving, and it typically only takes you rushing over to collect him for Yonji to laugh and leave the situation be as if it never happened (much to the relief of his victim).

However, on the surprisingly frequent occasions that Yonji can make someone talk about you in a more than flattering way, Yonji is more than happy to take that as an invitation to beat the living snot out of whoever it is.

For his credit, he usually takes it outside, and you'll only really notice when he comes back, looking excessively self-satisfied.

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[marimology]

asking the brothers if they’d still love you even if you where a worm

very short drabble

ICHIJI

“ ichi would you love me if i was a worm” you ask him sitting on his lap.

- he did a full stop

- deadass looks you up and down and takes the glasses off.

“no” he said making your jaw drop to the floor and watch as he left the room.

“ wha- ,I- ,Ichiji-“ you pouted following after him.

NIJI

“niji would you-“

“don’t even ask me that” he said not looking up from the book.

“you don’t even know what I was bout to ask” you said fake crying.

“I know you, now sit” he said patting his lap and you went to sit wiping your fake tears. “yes i would love you as a worm”

YONJI

“yonji would you love me even if i was a worm?” you said turning over on the bed, waking him up

“what does that even mean” he would laugh poking your forehead before saying yes

[yoomiwrites]

Sweet Innocence

Summary: Princess Y/N’s kingdom is falling apart, and her family’s only hope is her marriage to a cruel, old king. Desperate, she makes a reckless choice one night—and wakes up in Niji Vinsmoke’s bed. Now, caught between a dangerous engagement and Niji’s growing interest, Y/N must navigate a deadly game of survival where one wrong move could cost her everything.

Note: A new story? Yes, sorry. But I had the idea while playing Bounty Rush and had to write it. Bare with me. ;-; Already wrote 3 chapters of this one, but it will get slow updates. Also trying to make the read-flow better with some bold Highlights. Long chapters! I used Google as help for fancy names, hit me up if you know where they're from.

Third-person pov. Female Reader. Sensitive topics. Hard language. Slight Gore. Slow Updates. Enemies to lovers. Sex mentioned. Forced marriage. Death mentioned.

The Kingdom of Velderis had always been a jewel among the southern realms—a land of rich history, golden coastlines, and a proud naval fleet that commanded both respect and fear across the seas. Nestled between towering, mist-kissed cliffs and sprawling fields of wildflowers, the kingdom’s capital, Eldoria, stood as a monument to centuries of wealth and power. At sunrise, the city’s marble domes and copper spires gleamed like fire against the sky, and the scent of salt and citrus drifted through its cobbled streets.

For generations, Velderis had thrived under the rule of King Eldric and Queen Selene, their governance blessed with prosperity and an unshakable alliance with the great naval forces of the region. The people of Velderis lived well; merchants boasted of the finest silks and spices from distant lands, and the harbors were always bustling with trade ships. Knights patrolled the city with pride, and even the poorest citizens rarely went hungry. It was a kingdom built on strength and diplomacy, and for years, it had seemed untouchable.

But gold does not last forever.

Princess Y/N had spent most of her childhood blissfully unaware of the slow decay creeping through her family’s empire. She had lived as any princess should—dancing barefoot through the palace gardens, racing horses along the sea cliffs, and sneaking away from her lessons whenever the opportunity arose. The world had felt endless in those days, filled with color and warmth, and she had never once thought to question the security of her home.

She and her sister, Hitomi, had been raised in privilege but not in cruelty. Their parents were not the kind to lock them away in gilded cages or deny them the joys of youth. Queen Selene, ever graceful and wise, had taught them kindness before etiquette, while King Eldric, though impulsive at times, was a man who adored his daughters fiercely. His booming laughter could shake the very halls of the palace, and when he wasn’t tangled in matters of state, he was lifting them onto his shoulders or telling them stories of battles fought and won.

Yet even the strongest of men cannot stop the tide of time.

Y/N had first begun to notice the shift in the kingdom’s fortune when the feasts grew smaller. At first, it was subtle—certain dishes missing from the banquet tables, a quiet decrease in the servants attending them. The once-lavish festivals of Eldoria became less extravagant, and the royal family made fewer appearances outside the castle walls.

Then came the rumors.

She would hear them whispered among the maids as they folded linens, spoken in hushed tones by the palace guards when they thought no one was listening. The kingdom was in debt. The once-mighty fleet of Velderis had weakened, unable to keep up with the growing military power of rival nations. Trade agreements were failing. Coin was slipping through the cracks faster than it could be replenished.

By the time Y/N was sixteen, she could no longer ignore it. She had seen her mother’s quiet worry, the way her father’s temper had grown shorter. She had watched Hitomi’s perfect composure falter when their parents sat them down and explained the truth—Velderis was on the verge of collapse. Their noble status meant nothing without wealth, and if they did not act soon, their family’s legacy would crumble into dust.

And so, a decision was made.

Hitomi, the elder daughter, the beauty of the family, was to be wed to a prince of GERMA—a powerful and militaristic empire whose name alone struck both admiration and fear across the seas. It was an advantageous match, a way to secure an alliance that could restore Velderis’ strength. The engagement was arranged swiftly, and while Hitomi had not protested, Y/N had seen the sharp glint of resentment in her sister’s usually calm eyes.

But Y/N’s fate was far worse.

Her marriage was not to be a political alliance of status, nor a romantic tale of duty and love. No, her betrothal had been arranged to a widowed king, a man of great wealth and military strength but of no charm, no youth, and no kindness. He was known across the region for his cold nature and calculating mind, a man who had already buried two wives and sought a new, young bride to bear him heirs.

The worst part? It was not her beauty that had sealed the deal.

No one compared her to Hitomi, whose face was a thing of delicate, sculpted perfection. Y/N was neither as poised nor as graceful; her hands were calloused from climbing trees and handling horses, her laughter too loud for the refinement expected of a princess.

But that was exactly why she had been chosen. Because she was innocent.

Because her father, desperate to secure Velderis' survival, had gambled with her very life.

And he had lost.

One week after her twenty-first birthday, Y/N arrived at GERMA, a floating fortress that defied the very laws of nature.

It was not a kingdom in the traditional sense—no lush valleys, no grand palaces carved into the hillsides, no gentle rivers winding through quaint villages. GERMA was a nation built atop warships, a fleet so massive it could swallow entire naval forces whole. It moved across the sea like a living thing, an ever-shifting empire of steel and thunder, where politics were decided by power, and alliances were sealed in blood.

The royal vessel from Velderis docked at one of GERMA’s sprawling platforms, an expanse of blackened metal and towering, gold-plated buildings that shimmered beneath the midday sun. It was eerily quiet, save for the low hum of machinery and the rhythmic crash of waves against the hull. There were no bustling markets, no street performers filling the air with song—only the constant movement of soldiers in crisp uniforms, their faces unreadable beneath their helmets.

For the first time in a long time, Y/N felt small.

She had traveled before, seen neighboring kingdoms with their own unique beauty, but GERMA was something else entirely. It was a war machine, a kingdom of conquest, and its people lived under a different set of rules—ones dictated by strength, not diplomacy.

It was also where her sister’s fate would be sealed.

The entire reason for their visit was to finalize Hitomi’s engagement. Their father, ever the tactician, had insisted on traveling with them to ensure that the arrangements were to his liking. Their mother had gone to serve as a mediator, while Hitomi… well, Hitomi had no choice but to follow.

Y/N had been invited to the political gathering as well—her presence was expected, after all—but she had refused.

Not openly, of course. She hadn’t thrown a fit or dramatically stormed away. She had simply declined in the same quiet way she always did when something made her uncomfortable. "I’ll just get in the way," she had said, offering a small smile, though no one believed that was the reason.

Her father had sighed but hadn't pushed. Her mother had given her a knowing look but had said nothing. And Hitomi—perfect, elegant Hitomi—had simply nodded as if she understood.

So while her family disappeared into the depths of GERMA’s grand warship, where political discussions and marital negotiations were being handled behind closed doors, Y/N stayed behind.

And she fed the seagulls.

She sat on the edge of the docking platform, legs swinging over the side as she absentmindedly tossed bits of stale bread to the hungry birds. The seagulls were fearless here, darting dangerously close, their sharp beaks snapping at the crumbs before they could hit the water.

The sea was calmer than she had expected—an endless stretch of deep blue, reflecting the golden light of the late afternoon. From this vantage point, she could see the rest of GERMA's fleet scattered across the horizon, each massive warship interconnected by thick metal. It was a floating empire unlike any other, but Y/N found no beauty in it. It was cold, unyielding, built for battle rather than for life.

She sighed, tearing off another piece of bread and flicking it toward the birds.

She was delaying the inevitable.

Once Hitomi’s engagement was settled, her family would return to Velderis, and she would not be going with them. Instead, she would be sent to another kingdom, one far less impressive than GERMA but no less powerful. A kingdom where her future husband was waiting.

She still hadn't said his name out loud.

A chill ran through her despite the warmth of the sun. The very thought of him, a man she had never met, made her stomach twist. She knew only the whispers—the rumors of his ruthlessness, the cold efficiency with which he had ruled. He was rich beyond reason, his army unmatched, his kingdom fortified and untouchable. But that wealth and power had come at a cost, and it was said that the women he married did not live long enough to enjoy it.

Her fingers tightened around the last piece of bread.

She could still run.

It was a foolish thought, a childish fantasy, but it lingered in the back of her mind all the same. She had never been a coward, but this was different. This was her life being sold away like some political bargaining chip, her freedom exchanged for a kingdom’s survival.

But if she ran, Velderis would fall.

Her father had been clear—without her marriage, their kingdom would collapse under the weight of its debt. Their enemies would seize the opportunity to strike, their allies would turn their backs, and soon, Velderis would be nothing more than a fading memory in history books.

And so, she would marry him.

Not because she wanted to.

But because she had no choice.

She exhaled slowly, finally throwing the last piece of bread into the sea. The seagulls fought over it, screeching and snapping, and she watched them without really seeing them. Her fate was sealed. There was no escape.

But still…

A voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Hmmmm..?”

Y/N blinked, turning her head sharply. She hadn’t heard anyone approach, but now, standing just a few feet away, was a man she instantly recognized—Niji Vinsmoke.

His posture was almost lazily arrogant, hands in his pockets, head tilted slightly as he studied her with an expression caught somewhere between boredom and mild curiosity.

Y/N swallowed, suddenly aware of how alone they were. She wasn’t sure if he had been sent to fetch her, or if he had stumbled upon her by accident, but she had a sinking feeling that it didn’t matter.

Because unlike her, Niji Vinsmoke was not trapped.

He was free.

And for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt something dangerously close to jealousy.

For a long moment, Y/N said nothing.

She simply stared at Niji, taking in the sharp, effortless confidence in the way he stood, the glint of amusement hidden just beneath the surface of his smirk.

He looked every bit the prince of GERMA—tailored suit, pristine and likely worth more than most people’s yearly income, the dark fabric perfectly fitted to his broad frame. A high-collared cape draped over one shoulder, fastened with gold accents that caught the light. His signature sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose, hiding his eyes completely. Even so, she could feel him watching her, assessing her with the same cool detachment one might have for a mildly interesting insect.

And yet, despite all of that, despite the unmistakable weight of his presence—she didn’t feel the need to bow.

Instead, she let out a slow breath and looked back at the sea. “You’re not very polite.”

The corners of his mouth twitched, a near-smirk that didn’t quite form. “And you’re not very subtle,” he replied. “But I think we’ve already established that.”

Y/N ignored him, focusing instead on the distant waves, her fingers brushing absentmindedly against the cool metal of the platform beneath her. It was easier than looking at him, easier than acknowledging the fact that she was speaking so freely to someone she probably shouldn’t.

GERMA was dangerous.

Everyone knew that.

Its princes were dangerous—weapons first, men second. Raised for war, hardened by battle, with no need for sentiment or mercy. She had heard the stories, knew what kind of people the Vinsmokes were. And yet, here she was, trading words with one of them like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She should have been afraid.

But instead, she found herself irritated.

He was still standing there, still watching her with that air of detached amusement, as if waiting for her to crack first.

So she turned back to him, arms crossing over her chest. “Shouldn’t you be at the meeting?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow. “Or do Germa princes get to skip out on their royal duties?”

Niji huffed out something that might have been a laugh. “The trial ended ten minutes ago,” he said, slipping one hand into his pocket. “But I’ll be sure to let my father know you’re so concerned about our political affairs.”

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “You don’t need to.”

“Oh?” He tilted his head slightly, as if studying her through the tinted glass of his sunglasses. “And what exactly are you doing out here, then? Feeding the seagulls? Hiding from something?”

Her fingers twitched, but she didn’t react. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

Instead, she reached for the last remaining crumbs of bread, tossing it toward the water with deliberate ease. “Not everyone enjoys sitting through hours of royal negotiations,” she said. “Some of us prefer fresh air.”

His smirk widened just a fraction.

“You talk much for a servant.”

She froze for half a second.

Then, slowly, she turned to face him fully. “Excuse me?”

He shrugged, as if the matter was of no real importance. “You’re dressed plain,” he said, gesturing lazily at her attire. “And you’re out here alone, wasting time with birds while everyone else is inside doing something actually productive. Not exactly a princess-like image, is it?”

She clenched her jaw.

Of course. Of course he would make such an assumption.

Unlike Hitomi, she had never cared much for the delicate, embroidered gowns or elaborate hairstyles their station demanded. She preferred practicality—a simple yet elegant tunic, high boots built for movement, and a cloak that shielded her from the ocean breeze. And now, apparently, that was enough for him to assume she was beneath him.

Her pride flared like a spark catching fire.

“I am Princess Y/N of Velderis,” she said coolly, her chin lifting just slightly. “The second daughter of King Eldric and Queen Selene.”

She expected shock, or maybe a hint of embarrassment.

Instead, Niji merely raised an eyebrow, adjusting his sunglasses. “Huh,” he said, as if it was the most unimpressive thing he had ever heard.

She grit her teeth.

“And,” she continued, voice clipped, “what I wear is none of your business.”

That, at least, earned her a short chuckle.

“Well,” Niji said, taking a slow step forward, just enough to lean in slightly, his voice dropping into something mockingly conspiratorial. “If you don’t want people mistaking you for a servant, maybe don’t dress like one.”

She stiffened.

A low, simmering frustration burned in her chest, but she bit her tongue, forcing herself to stay composed. He wanted a reaction—expected one, even. But she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

Instead, she turned on her heel, stepping away from the platform’s edge.

“I should go,” she muttered under her breath.

“Good idea,” Niji said smoothly, watching her with that same infuriating smirk. “Wouldn’t want your future husband to think you’ve gone missing.”

That made her pause.

Just for a fraction of a second.

He didn’t know who she was engaged to. He was only poking, testing—but the fact that he even mentioned it at all sent a wave of cold realization through her.

She wasn’t free.

Not like him. Not like any of the people walking around this kingdom built on steel and war.

Her fingers curled into fists, but she didn’t turn back. She simply kept walking, her steps quick and purposeful as she made her way back toward the ship where her family was waiting.

Behind her, Niji let out a soft laugh—one that carried just enough amusement to let her know he had won this round.

Y/N didn’t stop walking until she reached the ship.

Her heart was still beating faster than she’d like, her frustration from her exchange with Niji lingering like an unwelcome guest in her chest. She had half a mind to throw something overboard—maybe one of those expensive, gold-plated goblets the GERMA royal family probably drank out of, just to watch it sink into the abyss.

But that wouldn’t change anything.

Her fate was sealed, and no amount of frustration could undo the chains her family had wrapped around her wrists.

She stepped onto the deck of their royal ship, brushing past a few familiar guards who offered quick bows as she made her way to the cabins. She needed to see Hitomi. Needed to know how things had gone, what decisions had been made behind closed doors, how much longer she would have her sister by her side before they were both married off to men they barely knew.

She found Hitomi in her cabin, seated by the large, ornately carved vanity table near the window. The room was filled with the soft golden glow of the evening sun, casting a warm light over the space, but Y/N felt no comfort in it.

Hitomi glanced up as she entered. “Oh, you’re back,” she noted, voice light.

Y/N wasted no time. “Well?” she demanded, shutting the door behind her. “What happened? What was decided?”

Hitomi let out a small hum, tilting her head slightly as she picked up a silver hairbrush, running it through the long, sleek strands of her dark hair. She looked... calm. Even pleased.

Y/N narrowed her eyes.

“Well,” Hitomi said at last, “the wedding is scheduled for two weeks from now.”

Y/N’s stomach dropped slightly. Two weeks. That was fast.

Too fast.

“But,” Hitomi continued, “it seems they haven’t decided who I should marry yet.”

Y/N frowned, stepping further into the room. “What do you mean?”

Hitomi set her brush down, turning in her chair to face her fully. “Father and Mr. Vinsmoke couldn’t come to an agreement,” she said, a faint, knowing smile curving her lips. “Father wants me to marry Ichiji, but Mr. Vinsmoke isn’t ready to give up his eldest son so easily. They’re still… negotiating.”

Y/N stared at her. “And you’re fine with that?”

Hitomi shrugged one delicate shoulder. “I suppose,” she said airily. “I’ll be married to one of them regardless.”

Y/N clenched her jaw. “And you’re okay with that?”

That earned her a small, amused glance. “They’re more attractive than I expected,” Hitomi admitted, leaning back against her seat. “I don’t suppose it really matters which one I end up with, as long as he’s not a bore.”

Y/N’s hands curled into fists. How? How could she be so calm about this? How could she act as though she were picking out a new gown instead of a husband?

“This is a marriage, Hitomi,” she said sharply. “Not some game.”

Hitomi’s faint smile faltered for the first time.

For a brief second, something flickered in her dark eyes—something that looked almost like sadness. But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced once more with that same calm, unreadable expression.

“It is a game, Y/N,” she said softly. “We just don’t get to make the rules.”

Y/N swallowed hard.

She hated that answer.

She hated that it was true.

Hitomi sighed, shifting slightly in her seat, her gaze drifting toward the open window. The sea stretched endlessly before them, shimmering in the fading sunlight. “But we’re not here to talk about me, are we?” she mused. “I suppose you’d rather talk about your upcoming wedding, hm?”

Y/N went rigid.

Hitomi tilted her head slightly, her voice turning almost too casual. “To King Zeang of Malvera.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted at the sound of his name.

Zeang.

Y/N turned away, gripping the back of a nearby chair. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

But Hitomi only studied her, expression thoughtful. “You should,” she said. “You should talk about it.”

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut. “There’s nothing to talk about,” she muttered. “The decision has been made.”

Hitomi’s voice turned quiet. “You don’t have to go through with it.”

Y/N let out a bitter laugh, turning back to her. “And what do you suggest?” she asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. “That I run away and doom our kingdom to collapse?”

Hitomi’s gaze was steady. “No,” she said. “I’m suggesting that maybe, just maybe, we could find someone else to marry instead.”

Y/N frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Hitomi exhaled slowly, rising to her feet. She walked over to the window, fingers resting lightly against the frame as she stared out at the vast expanse of the ocean.

“You know,” she said after a moment, “Zeang never kept his previous wives for long.”

Y/N stiffened. “I’m aware.”

Hitomi’s fingers curled slightly. “And do you know what they all had in common?”

Silence.

Y/N’s heart thumped loudly in her chest.

Hitomi turned to her, eyes dark and serious. “They were all innocent.”

A heavy, suffocating silence filled the space between them.

Y/N’s breath caught.

Hitomi watched her closely, as if waiting for something to click.

And then, softly—almost gently—she repeated it.

“If you weren’t innocent, he wouldn’t marry you either.”

Y/N’s hands went cold.

She stared at her sister, trying to understand exactly what she was implying, exactly what she was suggesting. But her mind was moving too fast, emotions crashing into each other like waves in a storm.

“That’s—” she began, but she didn’t even know what she was trying to say.

Hitomi sighed, stepping closer, placing a delicate hand on her shoulder. “Think about it,” she said, voice softer now. “Our kingdom needs this marriage, yes. But if you were… disqualified, they’d simply have to find someone else, wouldn’t they?”

Y/N swallowed hard.

Her mind reeled.

She had spent so long believing that she had no choice, that she was trapped in a fate she couldn’t escape. But now, for the first time, there was something else.

Something dangerous.

Something…possible.

Hitomi gave her shoulder a light squeeze before stepping back. “Just something to consider,” she murmured.

And with that, she returned to her seat, picking up her brush once more as if the conversation had never happened.

But Y/N?

Y/N stood frozen, her world suddenly spinning in an entirely new direction.

The party was louder than expected.

Y/N had thought it would be a simple gathering, something dignified and restrained, given that it was meant to honor the unity of two powerful nations. But of course, this was GERMA 66—a kingdom that was anything but dignified.

It was a riot of noise and movement, filled with the clatter of gold-rimmed goblets, the occasional sound of shattering glass, and the boisterous laughter of men who lived without fear. The scent of roasting meat, sweat, and expensive liquor thickened the air, and all around her, nobles and warriors alike indulged with reckless abandon.

Her father was at the center of it all, already deep into his cups, his booming laughter rising above the din as he slapped Judge on the back like they were old friends instead of two kings negotiating their children’s futures.

Y/N barely acknowledged any of it.

Her hands were tight fists at her sides, her breath short and uneven as she stood near one of the long banquet tables, staring blankly at the bottles of alcohol lined up before her.

She had spent the entire evening thinking.

Thinking about Hitomi’s words.

"If you weren’t innocent, he wouldn’t marry you either."

The sentence had lodged itself deep in her mind, replaying over and over like a cruel taunt.

It was simple. Blatantly simple.

A way out.

She had never been particularly sentimental about her purity. It wasn’t something she clung to with any great sense of importance. But now—now it had become a bargaining chip.

A key to her own freedom.

Her throat felt tight, her palms slightly damp as she finally reached forward, her fingers brushing over the bottles. Her gaze scanned the labels, searching for the one with the highest proof.

She wasn’t foolish.

She knew herself well enough to understand that she wouldn’t have the courage to go through with it if she were sober.

So she wouldn’t be.

The bottle she selected was strong—stronger than anything she had ever dared to drink before.

She poured herself a glass. Downed it in one go.

It burned.

A hot, fiery path down her throat, sharp enough to bring tears to her eyes.

She coughed, her body immediately rejecting the intensity, but she forced herself to keep going.

Another glass.

Then another.

The world around her began to blur at the edges, the sounds of laughter and clinking goblets dulling into an indistinct hum.

She could feel it now—the warmth spreading through her limbs, the soft fuzziness settling into her brain, numbing everything it touched.

Good.

This was what she needed.

She stumbled away from the table, barely aware of her surroundings anymore. Her vision was unfocused, her thoughts hazy, but she had one goal in mind.

A man.

Any man.

Someone to make sure she could never be married off to Zeang.

Her steps were unsteady as she wove through the crowd, her body light, her mind floating somewhere between awareness and unconsciousness.

Then—she bumped into someone.

A firm, solid figure.

Strong.

Warm.

The scent of something clean and expensive filled her senses—subtle cologne mixed with the lingering sharpness of the sea and sweat.

She barely looked up.

Didn’t care who it was.

Instead, she stood on her tiptoes, swaying slightly, and pressed her lips against his.

The touch was brief, barely more than a soft press of warmth, before darkness swallowed her whole.

...

Y/N awoke to noise.

Loud. Jarring.

The clash of metal against metal, the distant sounds of shouted orders, the rhythmic pounding of boots against the floorboards.

For a brief moment, she didn’t register anything at all.

Her mind was still wrapped in a thick, alcohol-induced haze, her body heavy and warm, nestled against something soft and unfamiliar.

She blinked groggily, her lashes fluttering as she stretched—

Only to feel cool air against her bare skin.

Her bare skin.

A strange, creeping feeling crawled up her spine.

Slowly, she sat up, the sheets sliding down her body. The moment she saw herself, the moment she saw the way her naked form was tangled in silk covers, her heart stopped cold.

She felt her breath hitch, her fingers clutching the sheets tightly, dragging them up to her chest as panic rose like bile in her throat.

This…

This wasn’t her bed.

Her pulse pounded in her ears as she darted her gaze around the room.

The space was larger than hers, the walls lined with neatly arranged weapons, the faint scent of steel and cologne lingering in the air.

This wasn’t her cabin.

This wasn’t even her ship.

Her mind raced, piecing together what had happened.

The party.

The drinking.

The kiss.

Then—blackness.

Her stomach twisted violently.

Who?

How?

Her thoughts were still sluggish, her memory a hazy void, but before she could dwell on it any further, the door creaked open.

Footsteps.

She snapped her head up, her grip on the sheets tightening like a vice.

And then—

Her entire body went still.

Niji Vinsmoke stood in the doorway.

Still in his training gear, a towel draped lazily over his shoulders. His blue hair was slightly damp, strands falling across his forehead in a way that should have looked casual, but instead sent a sharp, sinking dread straight into her gut.

He took one look at her.

And grinned.

A slow, amused smirk that curled at the edges, sharp and mocking, as his gaze flickered down to where she sat clutching the sheets to her chest.

Y/N felt her face drain of all color.

Oh.

Oh no.

Niji clicked his tongue, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Well,” he drawled, his voice thick with amusement. “You sure know how to pick ‘em, Princess.”

[zaimta]

I saw your post about requests being open and when I saw that you write for Niji I knew I had to slide in here with a request!

Could you write something using the prompt:

"I knew you'd be trouble, I didn't think you'd be this much trouble"

Either just Niji or if the prompt inspires ideas for any other characters of your choice, consider it Niji + dealer's choice

Happy writing 🩵

zai says- i lowkey love all the vinsmokes (not judge ofc.) it’s a bummer how underrated they are outside of sanji (they shitty people ik😭) also forgive me if everyone seems a tad ooc i haven’t watched wci in 2 years

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you were a war tactician hired by judge vinsmoke himself. your intelligence was feared as well as admired, and your tenacious rule with an iron fist made you a formidable foe. as the only army who came close to defeating germa 66 in war he made you chief of germa’s war division so he could devote himself fully to his science research.

he stood in front of his warriors with you at his right hand “from this day forth y/n l/n will be leading you lot into battle. any problems or concerns goes straight to them from now on and i expect you won’t have any problems. am i clear.”

“yes sir!!” echos among the loyal soldiers as they all stand in stance to salute you.

“dismissed.” your roaring voice echoes among the soldiers.

adjusting to the germa kingdom was something that came smoothly for you, however keeping track of all the various technologies and weapons they had at their disposal felt more like a chore rather than an aspect of your job you opted to leave that type of thing to the vinsmokes. you were only here to come up with plans and lead them into battle whatever tools they used to execute said plans seemed like it was beyond you, despite it being your job.

as a tactician you spent most of your time holed up in your office coming up with various plans to take down your foes swiftly and quickly. usually any meetings would be held with the vinsmoke children themselves because judge was busy with other matters you couldn’t be bothered enough to care about. but that’s when you met him. something about his laid back demeanor as a solider threw you off.

any comment you made about it was met with insubordination. you were his boss as well as him being yours, the work place dynamic was quite confusing.

your back was turned as you scribbled defensive positions on the whiteboard explaining them to the siblings as you went through them “i say you blow those bastards to kingdom come then allow them to stay operational for their materials.” you heard your voice say. your rolled your eyes and turned around pointing your marker at him “no powers in the briefing room solider.” niji only snickered at his reprimanding.

ichji chimed in from his spot beside his brother, you liked ichji as a solider he was obedient and more than often pulled his own weight in war “that wouldn’t be a bad idea to consider l/n.”

you nodded in agreement “while yes i do agree. the people of piku are resilient fighters on top of that they have world class weapons smiths. it would be best to let them believe they’ve gained a victory while pulling the strings in the background from the background.”

yonji, the youngest of the four, slammed his fist on the table “no way! the germa kingdom fights head on we’re not some cowards.”

you sent him a sharp side glare for his outburst “it’s also how you have so many casualties. just because your shoulders are genetically modified doesn’t mean you should be careless. your army could have had ten times the man power you lot have now. having no plan gets you nowhere solider.”

he huffed like a child who was just told no the first time, which you swiftly ignored.

you peer up at the clock you’ve all been in this meeting for a couple hours it would be best to wrap it up “that is all for now. i’ll be briefing you all individually next time as i understand you all have separate missions you need to get to. dismissed.”

as usual niji lingered after his siblings, to annoy you, you assumed “lovely plan as always tactician.” you only raised a brow which causes him to raise his hands in mock defense “now now what’s with all the hostility? keep frowning like that and your face will get stuck sweets.”

you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms “i knew you’d be trouble, i didn’t think you’d be this much trouble.” he never failed to get on your nerves. you make a point to remain neutral with all your soldiers but he was the exception.

he rested his cheek on his face with a grin “what do you like it? cause i can keep going.” to say you’ve caught his eye was an understatement. he’s had his eye on you since he cornered you and your soldiers. the pure look of hate and destain in your eyes was hot to him he’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on just a bit.

you shot him a glare “ah yes!” he said pointing at you, he then stood up and walked over to you trapping your chin between his index finger and his thumb “that’s exactly the look i wanted to see” god he loved annoying you.

“vinsmoke.” you said flatly clearly irritated with his antics.

“yes?” he responded smirking at you still, oh what you wouldn’t give to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. you pointed towards the door which caused him to sigh “fine fine. but for the record you’re no fun” he reluctantly released your chin and walked out the door backwards to keep his eyes on you.

oh yeah you were totally gonna be his partner he was sure of it.

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Y/n: babee im having a really hard time sleeping

Law:do you want me to explain Germa 66 lore? that always seems to do the trick

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Teasing or Overstimulating - Part 5

Summary: Do they tease you or overstimulate you?

Characters: Ichiji, Niji, Yonji

Genre: pure smut

CW: NSFW // oral sex, shameless dirty talk, sex toys, control freak Ichiji, Yonji might have mommy issues

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Ichiji: 

He’s the eldest son of Germa, a famous prince and warrior, genetically engineered to be as indifferent and aloof as possible. He’s also the most measured of his brothers, the least likely to allow his desperation to turn him into a wild animal. But you get under his skin like no girl ever has, and when you’re behind closed doors, he has to work at remaining in control. And that pisses him of. But he loves your pussy more than he hates you, and he especially loves the taste of your pussy more than he wants to be rid of you. He usually copes with this perceived power imbalance by acting aloof and telling you how much you need him to fuck you, far more than he needs it. 

“I’m doing you a favor, you know, by letting you have my cock. I could be fucking any other girl in the world right now. You’d better not make me regret my decision with your pathetic whining.” Of course, if you do stop with your pathetic whining, he’ll experience an existential crisis. He may appear calm and collected, but it’s a veneer- please don’t call his bluff. 

He often asserts control over the situation by putting you in the most vulnerable position he can manage, stripping you naked while remaining clothed himself. You almost always end up bent over something with your exposed cunt high in the air. But his favorite way to assert power over you is to tease you, bringing you to the brink two or three times and then sending you on your way without satisfaction, sometimes not even cumming himself to drag it out for as long as possible. It’s a game he plays to feel in control, knowing you’ll feel that slickness between your legs until he personally takes care of it. He never lets you put panties on afterward, will often dangle them in front of your face and even laugh a little when you try to take them.

“What do you want these for, huh? To hide the evidence of how slutty you’ve been for me? It’s your fault you’re all wet, not mine.” 

Of course, he can really only manage to achieve this with his fingers or cock. If he dips his tongue into your tight hole and gets a taste of your juices, or even just catches the scent when he takes your panties off, he’ll end up juicing you for as many orgasms as possible, spanking you and spitting on you to punish you for making him so pathetic. 

Niji:

Niji is cold and aloof yet greedy and lecherous, which culminates in whirlwind sexual encounters that leave your body sore and twitching in the aftermath. Sure, he feels the urge to withhold pleasure from you, but he rarely ever does because that would require him to withhold pleasure from himself, and he certainly won’t be doing that, not when he’s at home in his castle and painfully erect. He finds his deeply selfish desire to feel your tight little hole clench extra tight around his throbbing cock as he fucks you into the mattress far outweighs his other deeply selfish desire to see your bottom lip quiver because he alone has the power to make you orgasm and refuses to do so with a cruel laugh the way Ichiji would. 

He knows he’s spoiling you and has no genuine desire to indulge you as much as he does, but when the door closes and he pulls your panties down, the desire to see your eyes roll into the back over your head overtakes him, and he ends up thumbing your swollen clit while his hips snap against yours, lewd sounds spilling from your lips. It’s gotten to the point that he can’t cum unless he feels you clenching around him, but he’s certainly not going to hurry things along and cum before he’s good and ready, meaning you’re just going to have to cum again and again and again until he’s covered in a thin sheen of sweat and ready to pump you full of cum.

"Give me one more. Just one more, and I'll cum inside you. Fuck, just like that."

He feels entitled to your orgasms, so much so that he doesn’t allow you to make yourself orgasm and would probably start a literal war if someone else did. He and he alone deserves the privilege of feeling you clench and tasting you after, and he’ll do anything to keep that privilege, even going so far as to lock you up in your room when he’s away. 

Yonji: 

The first few times he fucked you, he didn’t even try to make you cum. Of course, you were so desperate for his cock you almost did anyway, but that was the furthest thing from his mind. But what did weigh on his mind was how good your little pussy felt, the best he’d ever fucked. And so he kept coming back for more, slowly starting to realize you felt the same about his cock and came quite easily, embarrassingly easily, around it.  

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you’re cumming. You’ve probably never been fucked like this in your entire life.” 

He’s stingy and has no qualms about taking without giving anything in return, but he’s also cruel and enjoys seeing you begging for relief. Thus, he won’t allow you to cum without properly humiliating you- or, more specifically, making you humiliate yourself. He wants to strip you down and have you crawl on your hands and knees toward him, wants to sit back and laugh at you while you get yourself off by grinding into his thigh, wants to see tears fall down your flushed cheeks because you need to cum so badly but he keeps pulling back as soon as you reach the edge. 

As an aside, what he wants more than anything else (though he’s loathe to admit it) is to be humiliated by you. If you catch him off guard, tie him up, make him call you mommy or mistress, and ride his face until you’re overstimulated, he’ll most definitely be the one crawling back. He might even be a little nicer the next time he falls into your bed late at night and pulls your panties down, though the chances of an improved attitude are quite slim, especially if he thinks being a jerk will cause you to dominate him once more. 

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Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!

[sashi-ya]

❀˖ KINKTOBER 23 MASTERLIST ㅤㅤㅤOct 1st - Oct 14th

ʚ 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 ɞ - due to tumblr acting stupid, I was forced to split the ML in two parts. You will find the fics from days 15 to 31 on this masterlist. - the list will be updated everyday as I post the fics for each day ~ - mdni, do not copy, repost or translate without permision. - tag system as an extra tw: soft kinks 🤍 | mild kinks 💜 | hard kinks 🖤 |

ʚ 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ɞ

❀˖⁺ OCT 1. free use ⋆ roronoa zoro + f! r 💜 synopsis. you are serving the new daimyo of Ringo, Roronoa Zoro. And part of your duties are to simply allow the swordsman to use you whenever, and however he pleases.

❀˖⁺ OCT 2. god form ⋆ nika luffy + f! r 🤍 synopsis. curious, Luffy and you, decide to spice things up. Will you give your body to the Sun God Nika? will you allow him to take you to heaven?.

❀˖⁺ OCT 3. glory hole ⋆ nico robin x m! r 💜 synopsis. tired of the mundane life, Nico Robin, a successful CEO visits a different type of club to have some fun behind a wall. You, on a business mission, will visit the same club. Which surprises will you find there?.

❀˖⁺ OCT 4. threesome ⋆ kid x killer x f! r 💜 synopsis. after he cheated, your friends Kid and Killer are there to console you... in many different ways.

❀˖⁺ OCT 5. pregnancy ⋆ kyoraku shunsui x f! r 🤍 synopsis. who said pregnant women aren't sexy? to Shunsui your body has now became a beautiful temple in which he wanna kneel and pray to the Goddess you are.

❀˖⁺ OCT 6. dom/sub ⋆ hongo x f! r 💜 synopsis. while everyone thinks you are sick, you visit doctor Hongo for different reasons... an illness that gets cured by pure vitamin D.

❀˖⁺ OCT 7. stepcest ⋆ kisuke urahara x f! r 🖤 synopsis. you've been holding back for a long time now.. will you keep stopping yourself? or will you be succumbing to Kisuke's forbidden body tonight?

❀˖⁺ OCT 8. sex machine ⋆ germa brothers x gn! r 🖤 synopsis. you are used to have fun with the Germa brothers, but are you ready to play with their new toy?

❀˖⁺ OCT 9. df/bankai ⋆ byakuya kuchiki x f! r 🤍 synopsis. how would you react if a soul fell in love with you, a mortal?

❀˖⁺ OCT 10. impregnation ⋆ sabo x f! r 🤍 synopsis. keep teasing Sabo to fill you up, and you will find out what he is capable of...

❀˖⁺ OCT 11. watersports ⋆ sosuke aizen x f! r 💜 synopsis. Aizen has a lot of things to teach you and show you... will you drench yourself in knowledge... and experience?

❀˖⁺ OCT 12. dry humping ⋆ trafalgar law x gn! r 🤍 synopsis. insatiable, you want more. And because you can't wait until getting home, Law will allow you to sit on his lap while he drives...

❀˖⁺ OCT 13. public ⋆ donquixote rosinante x f! r 💜 synopsis. silence can be the best ally when you don't wanna get discover

❀˖⁺ OCT 14. leather straps/ bondage ⋆ law x f! r 💜 synopsis. please, stay quiet and still while he works... if not, Law will have to tie you down.

for the following days please visit this masterlist🌸 ˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆. 　　　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　 　　 　　　　 ✦

[alastxrs]

ITS VASH ichiji with a strawhat s/o and he collects there wanted posters maybe sanji doesn’t know that’s his s/o until he sees them kissing during whole cake and is like “Brutha ughhhh” (they got captured too in zou but it was cus ichiji misses them) ON MY KNEES

Poster Love

𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘/𝐍 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐋𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲. 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝…𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬…

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐂!!!!

❝𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘/𝐍?????❞

The Straw-hats were in awe that Y/N and Sanji had been taken by Bege.

The explanation for why the blonde-haired man had been kidnapped explained a lot but what confused them was when they took their other crewmate. The Straw-Hats had only known the man for a few months since he had been gone for more than 2 years, vanishing from thin air yet he had come back to join the crew.

They were currently worried for their captain since the scream had been his only reaction so far to the kidnap.

Luffy turned around and looked at the crew with the most serious look they had seen on his face since Sabaody.

"We are saving them."

MEANWHILE, ON WHOLE CAKE ISLAND, WHERE THE BIG MOM PIRATES AND NOW GERMA 66 ARE RESIDING FOR THE WEDDING BETWEEN SANJI AND PUDDING....

"Slow down! Jesus, I get you missed me and shit, but we got time!"

"Shut up. I need you now."

Two men snuck around in secret since the Fire Tank Pirates dropped Sanji and Y/N off at Germa 66.

The Vinsmoke Brothers had already been reunited.

Of course, it didn't go super well for either Sanji or Y/n- well mostly just Sanji, the (H/C) haired man disappeared including his brother Ichiji.

Ichiji who had been the one to take the other man away from his brothers and his father, opened the door to his bedroom as he pulled the slightly shorter man into his room before he closed the door and locked it.

The (H/C) haired man smirked as he pulled the red-haired man closer to him. "Damn, you must really want me all to yourself huh?" he teased the slightly taller man who shook his head.

"Shut up." Ichiji immediately kissed Y/N and pressed their bodies against one another.

A small gasp was heard yet the other man kissed back almost immediately.

It had been a hard few months without his lover and Ichiji thought he was going to go insane from not having him. He didn't feel most emotions a lot but he loved the feelings that he felt when around his boyfriend.

It wouldn't take long for them to take off their clothes soon anyways.

The (H/C) haired male deepened the kiss and had his arms wrapped around his neck while the slightly taller man had his hands around his waist and on his ass.

The two men were just moving their hands over each other's bodies.

They slowly moved over to the bed without breaking apart. Y/N moved his hands to his chest before pushing Ichiji onto the bed, the slightly taller man took off his glasses as he watches the other man slowly remove his own shirt.

The red-haired man was getting impatient as he began taking the rest of his outfit off. It was getting annoying to wear.

"Hurry up! I want to fuck you!"

"Be patient, and who said you were fucking me?"

"You know I fuck you good."

The slightly smaller man rolled his eyes as he got on the other's lap, feeling the man's arms around his waist. "I remember last time you were begging-"

Ichiji pulled Y/N back into a kiss as he leaned backward while pulling him down with him.

His boyfriend smiled in the kiss as he leaned into the touches that he was receiving which always felt great. Being apart for so many months had been exhausting without feeling any touch from one another.

The red-haired man was sick of taking their time.

He wanted the other man now.

Ichiji, after a while, flipped them so he was on top and he got to work on getting their underwear on the ground instead of on them. Y/N had been surprised by the sudden movement and tried to regain control except the other man moved to pin his hands above his head.

The two men were completely naked and were super eager to have either one of them inside the other.

The slightly taller man was going to prep his lover first except the slightly smaller man wrapped his legs around his waist pulling him closer to his hole. His lips moving to his neck now.

"C'mon, fuck me already!"

"Look who's the eager one now."

The (H/C) haired man whined as he struggled in the restraints. "I am going to fuck you so hard I swear to-"

Ichiji cut the other man off with his cock inside of him. A chuckle escaped his lips just from seeing his boyfriend gasp and moan from it, he used his free hand to begin gently stroking the other man's cock.

Hearing those moans were music to his ears.

He wanted to hear more.

A grin formed on his lips as he began a slow motion when he was stroking Y/N's cock, his own thrust were starting out slow which had the other man whining while moaning for more.

"That's right, mutt~!" His thrusting slowly got quicker as he fucked the other man. "You prepped yourself didn't you earlier? You dirty little slut, you were hoping to get taken and returned to me." There was no way he was going to let go of his lover now, his body even craved him by how well his hole was taking his dick. "That's why your hole is taking me so well~!"

"Ah~! Ye-Ye- fuck baby-"

The smaller man couldn't even get words out since everytime, he let out a very loud moan.

The two would never care if others heard them or not.

The servants knew better than to disturb him anyways or comment on how loud the noise was whenever he and his lover were loud.

His thrusts weren't going to stop until the both of them were exhausted.

They could go for hours, maybe more if they were that needy.

Y/N's legs tightened around his waist as he was getting fucked. "I-Ichi-" Even moaning his name was hard, making Ichiji chuckle as he moved down to kiss the tears on his precious mutt's cheeks.

"So fucking gorgeous."

"You are mine, do you understand?"

The poor dumb (H/C) haired man could only nod at any questions while he fucked him and got rougher with it.

The redhead couldn't contain his own grunts after a few more thrusts. "Only I can fuck you this good, you are mine!"

Y/N nodded as he squeezed his fists and his back arched more. "F-Fuck!" the smaller man tried to get his wrists out of the grip and he wanted so he could touch his lover so much. "P-Please! Ngl~!"

"Please what, baby?"

"I want to touch you-" Another loud moan escaped his lips when a rough thrust had been done, the shorter man was beginning to shake as he bit the inside of his cheek. "P-Please- ah~! I-I need to-"

His lover was relieved when his wrists weren't pinned anymore and he quickly tangled his hands in his red curls.

Feeling the fingers in his hair was a sort of wake-up call for him.

His thrust started quickening and his grasp moved to the other's hips as he began leaving bruises on his hips, the moans got louder and they were sure to be heard but neither of them would care if anyone heard him fucking his lover.

Ichiji was going to fuck his partner all night.

The room was only full of moans while they continued to fuck until his lover was dry from cumming which wouldn't be for awhile.

After a few more moments, Y/N's cum covered Ichiji's cock but the slightly smaller man quickly flipped them before his lover could pull out of him as he started riding him wanting to hear the noises that came out of his mouth.

"W-Want to-" The (H/C) haired man's breathing was shaky as he rode the bigger cock. "Want to make you feel good too baby, I-I wan- ah~ you moaning my name-"

Ichiji felt his heart racing as he couldn't stop himself from moaning, the noises he was making would only be loud enough for the other.

"F-Fuck baby..."

Y/N moved closer as he moaned in his ear, and he began kissing his face while speaking. "It f-feels so good~ ah~" he whispered in his ear. "I missed it- you-"

Hearing those words alone, he had already cummed but neither of them stopped.

Their bodies shook as they continued even after their bodies showed signs of exhaustion, they were going to milk each other dry. The lust in their eyes as they looked at each other.

Ichiji craved every inch of his boyfriend.

The two didn't stop until around 12 am when they were dry and exhausted, Y/N had his head under Ichiji's chin and his arms around his waist as they lay naked.

The red-haired man gently kissed his forehead before the two fell asleep.

"What is taking that brat of yours?"

Judge laughed nervously as he shook his head. "I'm sorry Linlin, he said he would be awhile because he and his boyfriend were going to show up together," he answered the giant woman.

Sanji just rolled his eyes while his other siblings glanced at the women servants that were around.

The giant pink-haired woman tilted her head. "Really? My grandson is introducing his boyfriend!" She began eating the cupcakes that were on the table. "Wonderful! We are meeting our children's lovers and celebrating a marriage."

Big Mom looked at her secondborn son. "Are you excited to see your son's lover?" she asked.

The tallest man in the building nodded his head yet didn't say anything. He had known about this lover for a while, he had just wished his son had kept far away from the Big Mom Pirates.

Of course, the plan had failed to hide his son.

He'll have a talk with him later since he had been pretty sure all evidence of his son had never resurfaced.

Katakuri should have been careful.

Everyone's thoughts were interrupted when the doors opened, the room went quiet and nobody said a word at the sight in front of them.

Sanji looked over and he almost choked on the tea he had.

Y/N and Ichiji had walked into the room together.

' Okay...maybe they just met each other in the hallway and thought to walk in together.' The blonde-haired man thought. ' Maybe...'

Then, the red-haired man kissed the slightly smaller man's cheek and moved an arm around the (H/C) haired man's waist. Big Mom smiled happily at the sight, Judge had a surprised look on his face once he saw that but it was mainly because he didn't believe his sons could feel anything.

"WHATTTTTTT?!!!!"

His jaw was on the ground and Sanji had the most disgusted look on his face

Y/N moved away from Ichiji to kiss Katakuri on the cheek. "Hey Papa!" He smiled at both his grandmother. "You know my boyfriend, Vinsmoke Ichiji."

The giant woman laughed with joy in her tone when she heard that. "I'm so happy for you two! Let me know when there is a proposal on the way." She said ruffling her small grandson's head.

"WHAT THE HELL, Y/N?!!! THAT'S MY BROTHER!!"

"I know Sanji."

"AND YOU'RE A CHARLOTTE?!!! SINCE WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL THE CREW!!"

The (H/C) haired man rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms. "You didn't exactly tell the crew you were a vinsmoke so I don't want to hear it." He moved his hands to his hips. "Besides, I've been with your brother since Luffy told us to wait two years."

He looked away at the answer as he frowned. "But he's my brother! That's disgusting, I've told you what he's done."

"Don't worry, I'll keep him in line like I did last night." Y/N wrapped his arm around Ichiji and grinned. "He won't misbehave, right babe?"

"Tch." The red-haired acted like he was annoyed but he nodded at the question "I understand."

"Good boy!"

"DON'T CALL HIM THAT IN FRONT OF ME."

"What's your issue? I dealt with you flirting with women all the time..."

"BUT I'M NOT FLIRTING WITH YOUR BROTHER!!"

"Luffy knows, he's chill with me dating him."

The blonde-haired man was completely panicking and he stared at his crewmate yet everyone else was fine with this. Luffy knew? He couldn't believe this, he was panicking internally and he just leaned back in his chair while Y/N and Ichiji got settled in their seats.

This was his life.

He couldn't believe it. He was really marrying into the Charlotte family and he was going to be related to the (H/C) haired man, he did not want to think about this at all but his crewmate was not going to allow him a piece of mind.

"Well, at least we are going to be siblings-in-law any sort of way~!"

"SHUT UP, Y/N!"

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Planning a Future With You

This didn't do very well on the poll I posted a while back but this is my blog and I do what I want. Also introducing Niji for the first time on this blog

Content/Warnings: Crocodile, Niji and Law headcanons, GN!Reader, talk of marriage and children (both positive and negative), both canon-compliant and "de-programmed" Niji mentioned

Crocodile has always been a future plans kind of guy

He likes to plan ahead, and know what his next steps are, at all times

When you begin to date, he doesn't factor you in initially, assuming your relationship won't last more than six months

And then it does

He begins to factor you into his plans slowly, over time, until eventually you're irreversibly woven into everything

He tells you none of this of course

But in his mind, his future would be wrong without you

He wants to marry you, eventually, with a grand ceremony, all of the bells and whistles included

Nothing but the best for you

Neither of you have actually asked the other about these sorts of things, but it will happen when you're both ready

Already, Crocodile knows what sort of ring he wants to propose with, and how he wants to propose

Crocodile hasn't thought of children

He had a rough childhood, and he's not the most pleasant man and he knows it

It's hard to raise a child, and whether he's cut out for that is pretty up in the air

He'd consider it, if that was something you wanted

Maybe you could adopt an older child, he thinks that would be more his speed if anything

Niji thinks marriage is a given between you

He's a prince, getting married is a non-negotiable, and he likes you more than most. You're not as irritating as a lot of people he'd considered pursuing in the past

And someone has to continue the Germa bloodline, who better than him?

If you were to date a de-programmed Niji though, things would be different

Kids, for him, would be an absolute no

Even with how much his personality has changed, he still finds kids super grating and he couldn't raise a "snot nosed brat"

If you disagreed on this, it'd be a pretty big issue, it isn't a topic up for discussion

Double income no kids lifestyle for Niji

He's not super sold on weddings either, but that's something he's more willing to discuss

Niji wouldn't want something incredibly extravagant, rather he'd prefer a more intimate ceremony

He doesn't actually want to be a perfect Prince of Germa and having a large elaborate wedding would remind him of that

A smaller ceremony, with his siblings, your family if you want them there, and all your friends is more suited to him

Though he'd absolutely brag about being married to you after the fact if you did get married

Because you're the best thing that's ever happened to him

For Law, pretty much everything is up for discussion

He's far more hesitant about kids than marriage

He's still not convinced the two of you are in it for the long haul - how could you want to be with him for that long?

If you were to get married, he'd absolutely leave all the planning and decisions to you. Tell him when you need him to have an opinion, and when to be there

He'd still get a little teary at the sight of you in your getup, no matter how neutral he is on the entire thing

For him, kids is hard

He had good parents as a young boy, and the thought of providing that is nice, warms his little cold heart

But he's also intimately familiar with how cruel the world can be, and he isn't sure he likes the thought of bringing a child into it

But some children are already in that world, and alone

All that to say, he's unsure, and very unfecided

For him, it would heavily depend on what you wanted, and there would be a lot of lengthy discussions to be had on the topic

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young vinsmoke brothers hug headcanon pls and sorry my english bad

The wheel of fate hath spoken and chosen this one~ My apologies for the very long wait and I hope you enjoy!

(Gender Neutral)

Headcanons: Hugging the Vinsmoke siblings

#0 Vinsmoke Reiju - She’s a little surprised when you decide to hug her. It’s a warm gesture, comforting in a way. She acts cool about it, it’s no big deal. Just a hug, she can’t deny it feels nice. She smiles a little and hugs you back. She’s trying to disguise her own return by saying that it’s just because you hugged her first and it doesn’t mean anything. You know she’s sincere even if Reiju hides her kindness. She could have easily pushed you away, she didn’t. She gives quite nice hugs, though hesitant and unfamiliar. You can tell she’s not very used to it. Reiju discovers she really likes hugs. 

#1 Vinsmoke Ichiji - He calls you a peasant. I mean why are you hugging him out of the blue? It’s quite nice though… You’re warm and your arms feel safe. Ichiji shakes the thought from his head, his hands immediately go to your shoulders to push you away but once there, he just can’t bring himself to do it. He gives in and hugs you back. Ichiji tells you to appreciate it because there won’t be another time. It’s just this once and he’s doing you a great service by hugging you back. Saying all that after he snuggles into the hug a little and even prolongs it. Often offers you hugs and says it’s because you look so pathetic wanting a hug. (He just really wants you to hug him again but he’d never admit it) 

#2 Vinsmoke Niji - Curses, and raises a ruckus. Niji asks you what the hell you think you’re doing. The nonchalant way you respond that you’re hugging him ticks him off even more. “Listen here you-!” You look up at him and your arms get a little tighter. He thinks you’re just too damn adorable but he can’t let it slide. Tells you that you’re not allowed to hug him without reason but still lets you do it. Honestly Niji thought you were doing some kind of attack at first because he’d never just had an innocent hug. 

#3 Sanji - He welcomes your hugs! Loves them more than anything. If anything Sanji is the one who is initiating most of the time. Although when you surprise him with a hug, he gets elated. It’s a comfort for him, and it puts Sanji at ease if he’s ever stressed. Especially when you do that thing when you rub his back. He practically wants to melt at that gesture. Sanji will often hug you out of nowhere and tell you that he needs to recharge. 

 #4 Vinsmoke Yonji - He doesn’t expect it and at first he just scoffs at it telling you that the likes of you shouldn’t hug him. He’s proud, sometimes to his own ruin. So when you stop hugging him, the facade cracks just a little when he gets upset that you stopped hugging him. He’ll tell you to thank him for the honour of being able to hug him and then he’ll “reluctantly��� allow you to hug him. (He’s a liar because he’s enjoying your hugs)

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Life of the Party (Niji Vinsmoke x Reader)

Synopsis: An infamous flirt who throws the best parties in town, your charm utterly captivated your favorite guest, Niji Vinsmoke. But at your latest rager, Niji finds that your attention and favoritism aren't exclusive to him.

Word Count: 5k

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Modern AU, Petnames (baby, sweetheart, hotstuff, babe), Reader Flirts with Everyone, Slight!Zoro x Reader, Pretentious Rich (Adult) Kids, Everyone is Shallow and Selfish and Kinda Sucks, Name Calling, Language, Verbal Fights, Alcohol, Suggestive Language

Notes: Maybe I went a little beyond the prompt, but Niji and this MC were such a blast to write I love this setting

The Vinsmoke boys were hardly strangers to a good rager, and when it came to ones that Ichiji would readily, intentionally drag himself out to, your parties were almost always guaranteed his presence. He’d even go as far as to put it in his calendar, for fuck’s sake, and it wasn’t just for the free booze. 

As you perked up from the other side of the pool, Ichiji was reminded why he had gone through the trouble of dragging his brothers out in the first place. You made a show of standing up on a sturdy, expensive-looking pool chair as you waved, and to a lack of surprise, you were wearing something that left little to the imagination. 

The booze was bottomless, the guest list was always impressive, and all the decor was as high-end as money could buy. Extra, as Yonji had once described it, or perhaps he was describing you. It all accented the modern pool in the center of your yard that easily cost tens of thousands of dollars in and of itself, yet all of it paled compared to the actual reason Ichiji always showed up.

By the time you dismounted and began to run toward them— with little regard for how the colorful drink in your hand was spilling over the edges— Niji had stopped mid-sentence to take his sunglasses off to reveal shining, blue, captivated eyes. 

You were the one person who could make Niji shut the fuck up.

“Ichiji, baby.” He leaned to accept the two kisses you placed on his cheeks. He wouldn’t do the same for anyone else, and both of you knew it. You spared a glance just behind the eldest Vinsmoke son before returning your self-satisfied gaze to Ichiji. “Need a babysitter that bad?”

Ichiji let out a reluctant sigh. You could always clock him faster than he expected. He should have known as much; it happened every single time. 

“Please just take him.” 

“There’s already a drink for you at the bar.” With a wink, you swatted him away with the back of your hand, and it didn’t take much more convincing for Ichiji to wander off. 

Niji had been particularly insufferable for the past week, which was saying something considering that regularly insufferable seemed to be Niji’s default state. 

When you turned your attention to Yonji, you noticed that he had already taken his shirt off, grabbing it from the back collar to heave over his head and throw somewhere onto the lawn. He donned lime green swim trunks, and his brown sandals were also lost somewhere in the grass. You’d surely find them tomorrow morning and add them to the growing stock of clothes Yonji had already left at your place. He certainly passed out in the guest room enough times.

Yonji barely greeted you with a simple “Hey hot stuff,” leaning down to just brush his lips across your cheek as he bounded toward the pool. You caught something about an inflatable crocodile before you heard a loud splash behind you. 

Niji was left grinning from ear to ear as you sauntered toward him, grabbing him by the loose tie he wore and pulling it tight around his throat. You tugged him toward you to plant a kiss on the corner of his lips.

”Hi, Niji.” 

Niji was your favorite, and that was something he reveled in every blessed day he had on earth. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” 

You pulled back, still keeping a grip on Niji’s tie. Your bottom thumb swiped along the opposite corner of his mouth to clear away a bit of drool. You had him wrapped all the way around your finger, and if his reactions were any more cartoonishly apparent, you might have seen tiny little hearts in his pretty blue eyes. 

His finger hooked around the band of your swimsuit.

“I like this.” 

“I thought you might. It’s new; I got it this weekend—”

Niji’s touch recoiled as you led him to the other side of the pool where you had been before, pulling him by his tie. The thin, patterned tie that complimented his casual, sleeveless, black button-down draped nicely over the back of your shoulder, and you continued to play with it as you sat and leaned your side against his chest.

You sat on the cushion of the deep poolside lounge between Niji’s spread thighs with one arm draped over his shoulder. Your legs curled over his left leg. The hand over his shoulder played with his undercut, causing a shiver to go down his back. 

“There was this new cafe that opened in Cocoyashi that I was dying to go to, and so, of course, I had to call up Nami because she’s from there, you know. Did you know that Nami grew up in Cocoyashi?” you babbled. Niji nodded along, a scotch neat somehow having found itself in his hand.

“That’s crazy,” Niji hummed, taking a sip. 

“And so she’s showing me all these boutiques. Oh! The cafe had this blueberry danish that made me think of you. You have to go and try it…” 

You usually rambled on like this, draping yourself over Niji’s arm or placing yourself in his lap to tell him all about the frivolous little treats you had bought yourself since the last time you’d seen each other. You dropped names in every other sentence, many of which Niji didn’t know nor care. 

If he was being frank, when it came to your babbling, Niji couldn’t’ve given less of a shit, and if you were anyone else, he would’ve already pushed you off his lap. But you kept a few fingers running through his hair and a drink in his hand, and so, the more Niji drank, the less he cared how chatty you were.

“Niji, have you been working out?” You splayed a hand over his chest, tossing his tie over his shoulder. You knew when you were losing him as well as you knew how to rein him back.

Niji grinned widely, slouching a bit more into the couch with one arm slung over the back cushions and the other around your waist. 

“Yeah,” he bragged, a light red tinge on his cheeks. “I’ve been on a cut.”

Niji had the textbook definition of a swimmer’s body. Tall, with a lean, muscular build and broad shoulders, his figure was toned and objectively attractive. A cut, he said with his second glass in his hand. You must’ve been exceptional.

“Wow, really?” you asked, letting your eyes wander as Niji began some tangent about red meat or protein something. 

Suddenly, you shot up, nearly causing Niji to jump with you as you let out a boisterous scream before shooting off toward the other end of the lawn. New guests typically parked out front in your massive, circular driveway and let themselves in the main entrance and out the back door to the pool area. You bounded toward the door, just about throwing yourself at the man who had just arrived before he could even step fully onto the lawn.

Yonji resurfaced from under the water, raising his arms to hold the ledge near where Niji had been left. Niji sat at the edge of the couch cushion, elbows over his knees as his leg bounced.

“The hell is that all about?” Yonji asked, not about to see from the pool. 

Niji grumbled, pursing his lips inward as he glanced toward you and then back to Yonji with a rude, pointing gesture of his thumb.

“Did you know Roronoa was gonna be here?” 

Yonji turned, keeping a hand on the ledge of the pool.

“Oh, shit.” 

Niji huffed again. Yonji’s reaction hadn’t exactly been helpful. Niji looked away for a second, and by the time he looked back, the group at the entrance of the yard had multiplied. Niji stood up, storming over to the other side the moment he laid eyes on a familiar cut of blond hair. 

“A 2015 Château Margaux, an elegant wine for an elegant host.” 

“Aw, Sanji, you shouldn’t have! You’re so sweet.”

Sanji was more than eager to receive the two kisses you offered his cheeks. 

Niji passed the one guy who competed in the professional shooting competitions, who was making his way to the pool before nearly colliding with the bigger guy who always hosted barbecues at the beach that Niji never went to. Jesus, the entire crew was here.

Niji glared holes in the back of Sanji’s head, grabbing him by the back collar of his Hawaiian shirt before yanking him back. He disappeared from the group quietly enough, with everyone’s attention captivated by you while you were captivated by everyone else. The life of a host never had its breaks, Niji supposed.

“The hell you think you’re doing here?” It wasn’t the smartest question, but it was the one that left Niji’s lips.

Sanji ripped himself away from his brother’s grasp to face him defensively. Sanji had gone to live with their mother almost ten years ago, and despite Sora’s attempts to build close bonds amongst her children, Sanji hardly spoke to any of his brothers after he turned sixteen. Niji suspected he kept in contact with Reiju, but she’d never tell him and Niji certainly didn’t care. Now, in adulthood, while the Vinsmoke siblings would see each other on occasion, it was almost never purposeful. 

“We were invited, dumbass.”

You knew everyone; by extension, everyone was invited to your extravagant parties. Sanji had been to them before, as had other friends you and Sanji shared mutually. They, however, were an uncoordinated bunch and rarely showed up together. Zoro was a rare sighting in and of himself. 

“God damn, Zoro, where’d you get these?”

You stood in front of him, weight shifted to your hip. You held the bottle of wine from Sanji cradled in your left elbow while your right hand wrapped around Zoro’s exposed bicep. He wore a sleeveless workout hoodie and dark green basketball shorts. Your hand barely wrapped around half his muscle. 

“I dunno. They’re the same size as last time.”

“No way. They’re definitely bigger. Are you gonna get in the pool?”

“Ha! Not with that bar over there, are you kiddin’ me?”

Niji came up behind you, snaking an arm gingerly around your lower back as he leaned in, trying to catch your attention from your peripheral. He made eye contact with Zoro, who immediately frowned at his presence.

The begrudgingly mutual tolerance Zoro appeared to have with Sanji didn’t appear to extend to any of the other Vinsmoke brothers. Yonji occasionally worked out with him, but they were hardly close enough to hang out outside the gym. Zoro glanced Niji up and down before crossing his arms. 

Niji’s reputation proceeded him. 

“Vinsmoke.”

“Roronoa.”

“Niji, come check out Zoro’s arms. Aren’t they crazy?” You were oblivious to the silent round of ocular fisticuffs that occurred out of your range of sight. Zoro stared Niji straight on, an acutely smug smirk twitching the corner of his mouth. “You must have a killer routine.”

“Kenpō,” Zoro said, popping the “p” sound. 

Niji tore his eyes away from Zoro and tugged at the band of your swimsuit.

“C’mon, baby, weren’t we talkin’ about something?” he tried to laugh, trying to fight off the way he was burning up inside. Niji’s barely restrained temper usually got him kicked out of events like these, but he wasn’t about to break one of the only rules you had.

One, don’t break shit. Two, don’t steal shit. Three, no fights.

“Not really.” You shrugged off his touch, much to Niji’s dismay. 

He immediately scowled. You didn’t notice, or at least pretended not to. Zoro, on the other hand…

“Hey, man, you got a problem or something?”  

Zoro’s arm extended in front of you, making you step back as he pivoted to stand partially between you and Niji. Niji was forced to step back, and for once, he took a second to think carefully as a deep scowl contorted his lips. Well, he thought as carefully as Niji could think. 

The usual slouch of his back disappeared as he rose to his full height, squaring his shoulders back. He had a few inches on Zoro in height, even as Zoro stood with his chest puffed out and his arms crossed over his chest. They squared each other up, moving in close before you injected yourself between them. You planted a firm palm in the middle of Zoro’s chest and then Niji’s, having to put a bit of effort into pushing them apart. 

“Alright, boys, tone it down with the testosterone. If you’re gonna fight, you’re not doing it here.” You frowned, trying to shoo both of them in different directions. “Grab a drink or something.”

They held heated glares even despite your protests. 

“I’m not the one who has the problem here.”

“You white-knighting, Roronoa?”

“God, just kiss already or shut the fuck up!” You snipped at the two of them, turning to scold one away before turning around to dismiss the other. You snapped your fingers before grabbing the bottle of wine you had shoved into Sanji’s arms. “C’mon,” you said to him with a huff. “I wanna open this.”

Sanji gladly followed you inside. Zoro rolled his eyes and made for the bar, and Niji, not one to give up so easily, chased after you, calling your name. 

You barely reached the doorway to your house when you stopped, letting your shoulders fall with a dramatic sigh. Sanji was a few steps ahead of you. His mouth opened as Niji continued to pester you, stepping forward to get involved. But you stopped him, once again passing the bottle of wine off to Sanji as you started to get annoyed.

“Sanji, love, be a dear and open this please. I’ll be right over.” You accented your words with a pointed glance Niji’s way. 

Sanji was reluctant to back off, glancing between you and his brother before slowly entering the kitchen. The modern, open kitchen was just inside the back door. Nami and Robin were already seated at the island, chatting amongst themselves as they snacked on the ridiculously large charcuterie spread. 

You pulled Niji aside. 

“What?” you snipped. Niji shifted his weight to his back leg and shoved a hand casually into the pocket of his shorts with a wide grin. He trailed the back of his knuckles along your cheek. 

“You know I love it when you get all fiery, baby, but c’mon now—” He glanced toward where Sanji was pouring wine. — “The hell are you hanging out with my loser brother for when we were having such a great time?”

You rolled your eyes. Niji scowled as you pushed his hand away.

“Because you’re being annoying, Niji,” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest with an upturned nose. Niji visibly darkened, shoving his other hand into his empty pocket as he hunched over you. “Maybe don’t act like a freak when I’m just trying to say hi to my friends.” 

“Oh, is that what you’re calling feeling up Roronoa?” His voice dropped in tone, but didn’t lose the arrogant attitude. Niji cocked his head to the side, his face growing closer to yours. You blinked in astonishment, lip curling as you recoiled. 

“The fuck?” you spat. “Have you seen the way I talk to you and your brothers? With literally everyone here? Or is it because it’s Zoro?” Niji’s expression visibly twitched at the mention of Zoro’s name. His back straightened the slightest bit before he leaned back toward you, arms crossed tightly over his arms. 

“It’s different.” 

“Literally, how?” You glanced around the corridor you stood in. You weren’t very secluded, but no one appeared to have followed the two of you to check out the commotion. You’d prefer to keep it that way. “Because you don’t have to like everyone I’m friends with. I haven’t seen him in a long time, Niji, so why don’t you shut the fuck up.“

“Hey, watch it,” Niji gritted. He grew closer, and you glanced him up and down with disgust. 

“Or what? Are you gonna fuck me up, Niji?” You pushed him back. Niji’s arms unfurled as he almost slammed his back into an adjacent wall. “Are you gonna beat me unconscious because I’ve pissed you off?” 

You were getting in his face, and Niji pulled back, pivoting around on his heel with a series of head shakes as he ran a hand over his face. He pointed a finger at you.

“That’s a low fucking blow; that happened when I was a kid, and I never would have told you that if I knew you were going to lord it over my fucking head—”

— “Seventeen is barely a kid!” —

“You’re the one who fucked off to feel up another guy’s tits.” Niji pointed aggressively in the direction of the backward. “So check your bitchy fuckin’ attitude ‘cause I’ve done jack shit.”

“Yonji’s tits are in my hands like every time he’s here, and you’ve never said shit about that, now have you, Niji?” You were screaming at this point, and you wouldn’t have been surprised if you turned a few heads of guests who were enjoying your indoor amenities. You were heated, bursting at the seams with little regard for how ridiculously your fight was devolving.

Niji rolled his pretty blue eyes. They were still pretty, no matter how pissed off you were at him. Maybe you found them pretty because he was your favorite, or perhaps he was your favorite because you found them so pretty. 

“That’s because Yonji’s Yonji.”

“He’s got his own fucking drawer here, and you’re getting pressed over nothing! You can’t come here, acting like my boyfriend and starting shit when you don’t do relationships.” You weren’t expecting your words to ring out over the room like they did.

Suddenly, the energy in the atmosphere took a deep plummet, leaving you and Niji face to face. Both your eyes were wide as they stared into each other. You watched as his electric blue irises darted around your face, all the annoyance and rage he wore on his face melting into something resembling shock.

“Neither do you, so what’s your problem?” he asked lowly. 

Another beat of silence overtook the space around you as you stepped back. You averted your gaze to somewhere else in the room. Niji continued to study you. You could feel his gaze.

“You know better than to pick fights here, Niji.” You shook your head, running a hand over your hair. But what seemed to mimic resignation didn’t last long as you whipped toward him to raise your voice again. “Now you’ve got me pissed when I thought tonight was going to be fun!”

“I wasn’t the one picking a fight, so you can take that to your boy toy,” Niji’s tone was simmering, deep, and level. His hands were shoved back into his pockets, and his shoulders appeared somewhat relaxed as he assumed his usual posture. A deep scowl was still present on his lips.

You huffed, backing off yourself.

“I’m done talking to you, Niji. Get out.” You turned on your heel and stormed back out into the backyard.

It was the worst fight you had ever gotten into. Hell, it might’ve been the only fight you and Niji had ever gotten into. After all, there had never been much to fight about before. The both of you tended to keep things light. He got to ramble about his petty and frivolous things, and you got to babble about yours. You hadn’t needed to go much deeper. 

You were sexy and had more charisma in your pinky than anyone else Niji knew. You kept a drink in his hand. You knew the right spots on his undercut that he liked scratched, and it was something about getting attention from you that had him over the moon. 

“How’s it feel being the favorite?” Yonji once asked him.

On the other hand, Niji wasn’t entirely sure why you had picked him out of everyone you knew, and you certainly knew everyone. You spent so much time and money throwing these parties— which you held regularly— yet you always carved out time to pay him some special attention. You always greeted him, gave him all the amenities he could ask for, and sat with him for the better part of the night just talking. 

Niji knew of his more infamous reputation. He was nowhere as well-liked as you, and when it came to getting into trouble, Niji had paid his way out of sticky situations more times than he’d counted. He was satisfied with any excuse to throw a punch because when it came to people who mattered, who should he give a shit about anyone but his two brothers and his sister?

And then you came along. You came along with your talk— Niji made it abundantly clear the first night you met that the last thing he was interested in was talk (not when you looked like that, HELLO)— and now, for the first time, Niji worried. 

“If you’re gonna be angsty and shit, can you do it somewhere else?” 

Niji didn’t realize how far he had sunk into his couch cushion until Ichiji spoke. The ice in Niji’s glass had already melted. 

Ichiji turned to him, one leg crossed over the other and a whisky in his hand. A neutral frown plastered across Ichiji’s lips. 

“Weren’t you leaving?” he asked. 

The couch Niji had found Ichiji sitting on was tucked away on the other side of the yard. A dormant firepit sat in the middle of the semi-circle seating, and the grill wasn’t too far away as a team of professional chefs made food. Seeing this seating area from the pool was difficult, but Niji could see you talking to Zoro again from where he sat. 

Ichiji shifted, leaning a bit to the side as he regarded Niji. 

“Why don’t you just apologize?"

“Because I didn’t do shit,” Niji snapped. But at the view of the dismayed and stern expression on Ichiji’s face, Nijij immediately simmered. “We got into a fight…” 

Ichiji sighed, leaning back against the couch cushion behind him. Despite an equally close relationship with Yonji, at the end of the day, Niji was Ichiji’s ride-or-die. Ichiji wouldn’t hesitate for a second to kill for his brother if it ever came to it, and if there were ever a day Niji showed up at his door with a trash bag and a shovel, Ichiji wouldn’t waste a second grabbing something to dig with from the garage. 

However, this didn’t make Niji any less annoying. If there was anything Ichiji found more irritating than Niji yapping dreamily about you, it was undoubtedly him silently pining over you. Niji looked like a kicked puppy, for fuck’s sake. It was unbecoming.

“I’m sure it’ll all blow over by tomorrow morning,” Ichiji said, returning to his whisky. “Go home, shower, order some flowers to be delivered, and make a reservation somewhere nice for tomorrow night. You’ll be fine.”

Niji immediately stood, and it was with a suddenness that communicated to Ichiji that Niji hadn’t absorbed a single thing he’d said. Ichiji’s back straightened as he sat at the edge of the couch cushion. 

“Hey, what are you—”

Niji was already making his way over to you. You stood at the side of the pool, standing in a circle with Sanji, Zoro, and some other vaguely familiar faces that generally hung out with that crew. Zoro stood at your side, and Sanji at your other. The pool was directly behind you.

Niji stormed across the yard with purpose and confidence, and the group hardly had time to react to his presence as he cut right through the circle to get to you. It all happened so quickly that the words, “What the fuck, Niji?” didn’t even make it out of your mouth before Niji took your drink from your hand and shoved it at Zoro before hoisting you up to throw you into the pool. 

Splash!

The shocked expressions didn’t melt into action fast enough as Niji turned, throwing up both middle fingers before smirking widely.

“Get fucked, Roronoa!” Niji proclaimed before falling backward into the pool where you were just beginning to resurface and gather yourself. The splash he made sent a wave over your head, further drenching your face and hair. 

“Niji, you asshole!”

Even fully clothed, Niji made swimming the deep end of the pool look easy, quickly gathering you in his arms before paddling to the opposite side of the pool. The pool was as large as it was expensive, but Niji made short work of the distance, placing you on the ledge of seating that ran across the perimeter. The water lapped at the middle of your ribcage. Niji remained suspended in the deep end, folding his arms over your lap as he gazed up at you. 

You raised your hand to slap him, but Niji caught your wrist, pinning it down to your lap as he crossed his arms again. 

“Niji!”

“Tell me about shopping with Nami in Cocoyashi,” he hummed, a smug little smile on his lips. You hit the water with your other hand, splashing Niji across the face as he laughed. The stern frown on your lips didn’t falter.

“I thought I told you to get out.” Niji gathered both your hands in his, crossing them over each other to pin them down by his wrists on your lap. 

“Well, I decided on more important things,” he said, cocking his head. You rolled your eyes, trying to move your hands. His grip on you was too firm but not enough to hurt. You continued to glare down at him.

“Oh yeah, like pissing me off—”

“I’ve decided that you’re no longer single.”

A solid pang reverberated in your chest. Your lips parted, agape in shock as Niji continued to smirk up at you. He released one of your hands, resting his cheek on his palm. The fingers of his opposite hand were still intertwined with yours. 

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” you spat, narrowing your eyes. The feeling of his thumb swiping over the back of your hand wasn’t lost on you as a warm heat rose under your skin. “Something tells me that that’s something I need to consulted about, genius.” 

“Hear me out,” Niji didn’t give you time to respond. You crossed your arms over your chest. “We see each other every weekend, drink, and chit chat… But what if I want to see you more than just every weekend?”

Niji stared up at you with a self-satisfied grin as you waited for him to elaborate.

“That’s it?” you asked. Niji nodded with a victorious hum. “That’s the speech you’re giving to win me over?”

“If you need it in more elementary terms, I like you, and you like me, so let’s do something about it.” He rotated his wrist to intertwine his fingers in yours fully. He continued to snicker, something about his own audacity amusing. You stared him straight on.

“You just wanna smash.”

“Oh, absolutely.” You noted his three-point glance as he looked you over before his gaze drifted to your fingers. He moved your hand as he talked, bringing it behind his head to his undercut. “But I’m not opposed to spoiling you a few times a week either just to call dibs. Buy all the blueberry pastries you want. Little numbers like this’ll be on me, and there’s more where that came from—” He tugged at your swimsuit. — “And I don’t know jack shit about wine, but I can probably pick out a nice one… or pay someone to do it for me.”

Niji was already beginning to run your nails through his hair before you pulled your hand away.

“I’ve got my own money.” 

“I know you do, but I also know you’d do something nice with your hair if I gave you a couple hundred for it.” Niji’s grin only grew wider. “Or get yourself dinner somewhere expensive, designer clothes, whatever the fuck you wanna do.”

“And I’m not going to stop hanging out with Zoro either or Sanji just because… I don’t even know what’s going on there.” You scrunched your brow.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Like I said, I’m perfectly fine calling dibs… at least for now.”

Niji left the spot between your knees to swim to the ledge beside you. He pulled himself up to sit, leaving the water in his wake feeling cold. You turned to him, water still dripping down strands of your hair.

“You can’t just throw me in a pool and expect to buy me, Niji. I’m still pissed at you.”

“Yeah, but now you have an excuse to change into whatever evening outfit you had planned.” 

You opened your mouth to respond, but for what felt like the umpteenth time that night, you found your voice stalled in your throat as Niji laughed. You did have a nice outfit planned. You always did. You pouted as Niji rose from the pool, dribbling water from his soaked clothes. He offered you a hand, which you reluctantly took. 

“You’re gonna have to work hard as hell to make it up to me. I haven’t agreed to any relationship nonsense!”

Niji heaved you up with more force than necessary, catching you as you stumbled over the ledge and onto dry land. Your momentum worked against you, and in what seemed like an instant, Niji planted a kiss right on your lips. He held you for a moment, just long enough for the shock to sink in, before he pulled away with a grin.

Your mind went blank; the apparent look on your face made Niji laugh again.

“C’mon, baby, let’s get changed.” Niji’s arm snaked around you as he guided you back to the house. “Call it a trial run.”

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ichiji niji and yonji with an s/o who shuts them up by kissing them <3

notes : short cus it’s a drabble

warnings :none

taglist reply to be added @stephisokay

ichiji

“some of these servants are so useless love I swear they can’t even brew decent te-“ ichiji was going to rant but was cut of by you grabbing and kissing him

“you talk too much learn how to shut up sometimes” you told him but he grabbed you back and kissed you with equal force

“ don’t tell me what to do >:(“

niji

— gets all smug like the bastard he his

“oho baby if you wanted to kiss me so badly you could’ve just asked me <3” he said with a smug look on his face

“stop being such a damn brat” you playfully glare folding your arms at the blue haired bimbo

“i’m your brat~ <3” he said leaning in to kiss your cheek

“suck my dick vinsmoke”

“anytime <3”

yonji

“that damn sanji always-“ he was going to complain about the appearance of his brother but was cut off by you kissing him

“ no more talking about him when it’s just us >:(“

yonji.ex has stopped working

“yonji are you -“ you were cut off by him getting on top of you on the bed and start to kiss you

“don’t tell me what to do” he said nibbling your ear

[frogzxch]

Vinsmoke Brothers x Pregnant Fem!Reader

Here's a little headcanons for the three brothers! (⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠)

This version keeps a balance between fluff, their canon personalities, and how they might react to the news and the pregnant.

Pairings: Ichiji, Niji and Yonji

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2.2k

Ichiji Vinsmoke

• Ichiji is hard to read at first. When you tell him you're pregnant, his eyes narrow slightly and he says, "So it's mine." It’s more of a statement than a question. Beneath that cool exterior, though, he’s already running mental simulations of how to keep you and the baby safe.

• Suddenly, you're not allowed to go anywhere without one of the Germa soldiers trailing you. Ichiji pretends it’s for “efficiency,” but he’s just paranoid something might happen to you or the baby.

• Quietly attends every checkup, never says much, but if the doctor even breathes wrong, Ichiji gives them a death glare. He reads up on pregnancy in secret, and you'll find subtle changes in your routine foods switched out, pillows added, comfort prioritized.

• Will act aloof, but you'll wake up in the middle of the night with him gently rubbing your back or watching you sleep with an expression that borders on tender.

Niji Vinsmoke

• Niji is shocked but then grins. “Guess I’m irresistible, huh?” He jokes, but his mind is racing. Underneath the cockiness, he's lowkey freaking out... in a good way.

• He starts buying baby clothes with flames or lightning bolts on them. You catch him bragging to his soldiers like, "Yeah, I knocked her up. I'm gonna be a dad—crazy, right?".

• He talks to your belly like it's already a person. “Oi, mini-me. You better be cool like your old man.” He’ll press kisses to your bump when he thinks you’re asleep.

• He’ll make you laugh or buy something you crave when you’re feeling tired or hormonal, and he’s got a sixth sense for when you need a foot rub He will let the maids do it ofcourse sometimes. He’s immature sometimes but learning to grow up fast because of you and the baby.

Yonji Vinsmoke

• “HUH?!” Yonji nearly faints. He's the most dramatic, pacing the room, tugging at his hair, shouting things like, “I’m too young to be a dad!” But he’s not upset just overwhelmed by the news that you are pregnant.

• Suddenly, he's 100% IN. “I’ll be the best damn dad you’ve ever seen.” He’s overly enthusiastic and starts trying to build a crib out of Germa tech (you have to stop him before he installs rocket boosters on it pfft).

• Won’t let anyone near you. He’ll fight a marine just for looking at you sideways. He brags about how strong his baby’s gonna be “With my genes? Our kid’s gonna be a beast!”.

• Cuddles you constantly, asks too many questions (“Does the baby have teeth yet?”), and is obsessed with feeling kicks. Will cry when he feels one for the first time.

I hope that you guy's enjoy reading this one! :3 Request are open for now!

[honeyshiddendesire]

Pet Name Headcanon List

Vinsmoke Bros x female reader- Mommy

Warnings: brat taming the brothers, face slapping, chained up bros, degradation kink, pussy eating, orgasm denial/control, dominatrix reader!! Vaginal penetration, dick riding, jealous brothers, muzzled Niji, pussy eating/ slight cum eating, handjob, rough bondage session!

*reader is Sanji’s bestie* @acatamathesia hope you like it 🫣🫣🫣

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“Fuck! Fuck t-that’s enough!” Your red haired Ichiji shouted brokenly as you squeezed his hard cock making him hiss, head falling back against the headboard. He was squished shoulder to shoulder, bound in chains along with his other brothers Yonji and Niji, Niji having a muzzle on his face from all his earlier back talk. 

“I’m sorry little red~ I don’t think I heard you quite right.”

Slap!

The harsh smack makes him gasp and eyes widen in shock, Yonji whimpering from the display. Ichiji breathing heavily as he turned his eyes to look at your seductive grin, your other hand slowly caressing up his leg that was also bound. “P-please m-mommy that’s enough.” His voice a cute quiet mumble as his eyes look down at  your tits making you chuckle as you finally start to stroke his cock making him moan. 

“Mommy~?” You hear your cutie Yonji call you, making you look at his flustered pouting expression, always such a jealous baby whenever waiting for his turn that you couldn’t help but smile at him. “Yes~?” You coo to him, making him squirm, his cock leaking at your intense gaze. “Please mommy I-I’ve been really good can you…can you touch me too?”

You put a finger to your chin in dramatic thought as your hand on Ichiji’s cock speeds up making the man moan louder, hips stuttering in your grasp. “Hmm? Let me think…you have been nice and quiet, waiting ever so patiently today. I could give you a special treat if you’d like.” Your words make Ichiji gasp, his head snapping back up to glare at your face. “T-that’s not fair!” He shouts as you notice Niji squirming in frustration in his chains, jaw tight with anger at the offer you gave their youngest brother instead of them. 

Putting your hand up your choke Ichiji, pinning him further back into the headboard, hissing your response at him, “Don’t you dare tell mommy what is and isn’t fair! Both you and Niji have been nothing but disobedient all day and frankly~ mommy’s tired of it. So if I give sweet little Yonji my special treat then you both sit there and just watch. Understood!”

Your power over them quickly drained them of any response other than a simple, “Understood mommy.”

That made you smile pretty as you leaned down to place a kiss on the head of Ichiji’s aching red cock, moaning as you licked a long stripe from base to tip. He almost exploded just from that but you pulled away too fast making him whine low in his throat but you only winked at him. “Told ya to listen better babe.”

Moving over to Yonji you climbed on top making his face break out in a wide smile. “Oh fuckfuckfuck yes please mommy can’t wait.” Yonji rambles and you just caress his face, his head tilting into your palm kissing it softly as his eyes gaze at you lovingly. 

“My sweet sweet boy~ getting all excited for mommy’s pretty pussy to sit on your pathetic cock huh?” Your words said with a little pout as you grind your slippery folds along his leaking cock, the head red with longing and excitement. His head nodding quickly as he continues to ramble, knowing if he back talked instead of obeying the opportunity would quickly be taken away from him.

"Fuck yes mommy, so pathetic! Please! Please won’t you sit on my stupid cock just a bit! Please mommy~” Yonji’s perfect whines making you smile as you lean in giving him a deep kiss that make his eyes roll back and hips stutter against your slippery folds that would soon swallow up his cock. Pulling away you look at his two brothers with a sassy smirk, “See this boys~ this is how you’re supposed to talk to mommy if you want a special treat too. No need to have so much pride when I can make you feel good.” 

Grabbing Yonji’s poor aching cock you quickly sit making him practically scream at the sudden drop of your pussy on his dick, “FUCK! Yes! Shit mommy fuck! Oh fuck you’re so tight! So so perfect~” His rambling always reminded you of your friend Sanji and you just laughed. If only your friend could see how pathetic his brothers truly were then he’d have nothing to fear. As you bounced your cunt on Yonji’s cock you wondered if next time you should bring your friend, Sanji in here to join in on the degradation of his silly older brothers. 

“Ah! M-mommy you feel so good! Looks so pretty!” Yonji whimpered out and you only laughed in a breathy tone that made him twitch, he loved seeing you all happy while his brothers always acted up more than him. Loved all of your attention for himself instead of them, their grunts and scowls only making him harder knowing he got to have your pussy first again. They usually always acted up more than him, resulting in you having to teach them a lesson. 

“Mommy?” Niji mumbled into the muzzle quietly, making you raise a brow as you looked at him, his face as red as his brother’s hair. “Hmm?” You hum in question and he swallows hard as he squirms in the bed, his cock bobbing from the movement making your eyes glance down to see it leaking all over him. “Awe what’s the matter Niji? Finally ready to be a good boy for mommy?” You ask and see him nod slowly looking at you shyly which made you laugh at his timid expression. “Sure but you have to wait just a little~ bit longer. Think you could do that for me?” 

Niji nodded his head quickly as he looked you up and down, your body bouncing on top of his stupid spoiled green haired brother that he wanted to punch so bad right now. “Yes mommy.” Niji whispered and you only smiled as you reached out to pet his head like the silly muzzled puppy he was to you. “That’s my good puppy. How about you, Ichiji? Gonna be good for me then I can touch you. Or do I have to slap you again to get it through that thick of yours?” 

“No…I-I’ll be good.” He mumbles as he watches your tits bounce, ignoring the annoying sounds that came from his spoiled little brother. “Promise~” You tease as you slowly grind on Yonji making him hiss and whine, your hands going up to squeeze your breasts which captivates Ichiji as he nods. “Y-yeah…yeah mommy, promise.” 

“Good~” 

Now that they all agreed to listen you focused on your green boy, your hands holding onto his shoulders as you bounced on his cock faster, chains rattling from the force of it all. “Oh fuck~ mommy your pussy feels so fucking good~” Yonji’s chest was practically heaving as he tried to stay still, knowing that moving his hips even the slightest would result in his punishment. Something he always tried to avoid.

“Mommy! Mommy fuck me~shit that feels so good! I wanna cum~ please~ please mommy lemme cum~ Fuck mommy your pussy’s so pretty! Too pretty for my stupid cock b-but please~ please lemme cum!” He begs turning his head to nuzzle into your hand that caresses his cheek. “Nope!” You laugh at his pout face, you were always so cruel no matter how well he listened but you just couldn’t help it sometimes. You had to make them pay somehow for how they treated your best friend. “Think mommy wants you to suffer just a bit more baby boy.”

Yonji felt his body heat up and eyes water, body trembling underneath you as you slowly dragged your nails down his chest making him curse loudly. He loved your pretty nails touching him all over, the feeling driving him insane as his head fell back, legs shaking with need and desire. “Mommy! Fuck!” Yonji whines as you remove your nails, your arms stretching to grab a hold of Ichiji that was in the middle. “Go ahead pretty boy~ wanna cum in my pussy?” You ask and Yonji’s eyes almost pop out of his skull with how fast he looked at you. 

“Yes! Oh fuck yes! Mommy thank you thank you! F-fuck Ahh~ nngh shit! Shit yes~ oh fuck mommy~” Yonji your little rambler just babbled away as his hips pushed up and his cock spilled inside of you. Your hips were still bouncing, making him shake even more with overstimulation until he whimpered and begged for you to stop. 

Smiling as you finally climbed off the green one who was breathing heavily, body trembling as he watched with half lidded eyes you go over between his two elder brothers. “So much patience~ Think you both deserve a treat.” You smile as you undo Niji’s muzzle and pull him down the bed by his chains making him grunt as he hit his head on the headboard a bit making you giggle out an, “Oops.” 

You climb over his face, his brother’s cum dripping on him making him groan a bit before you silenced his protest with your pussy against his mouth. Niji moaning at finally getting some sort of treat from you. Leaning forward you wrapped your lips around Ichiji making him practically howl with pleasure, chest arching in ecstasy at the way your tongue swirled around the base. Taking his cock all the way to the base as your other hand grabbed his balls, sucking his cock like a pro until he finally was rambling just like his younger brother. 

“Oh! F-fuck mommy~yes yes yes! Shit that’s it mommy fuck you’re so good to us! So so good to us! Fuck yes! Shit I think I might c-cum already! Please I’ll be good f-from now on! Please, I promise! I-I won’t be a brat ever again -ah! - if you just let me cum! Mommy please~” Ichiji was so lost in pleasure he barely registered what he was saying and you only moaned as you bobbed your head faster and deeper on his cock. Your free hands reaching up to scratch down his chest making him whine, “Please mommy~” Looking up at Ichiji’s teary eyes you winked at him and he knew what that meant.

“Fuck! Mommy thank you thank you! Fuck I-I love you so much!” Ichiji moans as he cums deep down your throat, moaning as you swallow every last drop. 

Niji licking your folds and sucking on your clit like a wild man only moaned as he heard his brother cumming down your throat, his cock twitching before spraying on your ass and himself. Pulling off of Ichiji you just sighed at Niji’s disobedience, pulling his hair as you sat on his chest. “Oh Niji ~Always the trouble maker huh?”

“Sorry mommy~”