#one piece admiral scenarios

[shanksbaby]

They are jealous - Borsalino, Kuzan

extabilished relationship

he saw you talking to one of your coworkers, he had never seen him, so he must have been a new recruit. Well, he didn't like him at all anyway, especially the way he was looking at you and standing next to you.

ugh, who does he think he is? He had thought as he stared fixedly at the scene

and the worst thing was that you were too immersed in talking to him than to notice the admiral's presence behind you, with a not at all pleased expression. In fact he seemed to get more annoyed every minute at seeing you together

the other marines, however, have seen it, and they continually look between Kizaru and you and the other recruit, their faces somewhere between nervous and curious, being able only to sense their admiral's emotions.

Borsalino at some point can no longer stand to see you like thisand therefore approaches the two of you. His expression becomes relaxed again as does his voice, although you know better and sense a slight annoyance behind his apparent relaxation.

Sorry for the interruption, but i need miss Y\N.

as mentioned above, sensing the annoyance behind his seemingly calm smile, you follow him without a word, yet you cannot hide an amusement at seeing him annoyed at something so silly

he takes you into his office, locks the porete to prevent you from being disturbed, approaches you with a plush stride, and when he drops with his face you tweak gently his nose

My my someone is jealous

has no problem admitting that he is, in fact he doesn't seem embarrassed at all

he tells you exactly what bothered him: that recruit and how he was around you, how he looked at you. You reiterated to him that you were simply guiding him to the beginnings of his residency in the Navy Headquarters.

and that it was the first time you had met him

his full lips capture you in a passionate kiss, apologizing for acting like an idiot, and make a big deal than it was-

that day you both decided to visit another town (more specifically you were tired of being on that island full of pirates, and you wanted to visit somewhere, Kuzan simply followed you even though he preferred to stay over). The former admiral as was often the case had ignored his captain's orders and left with you.

obviously traveled with Kuzan's bike in the middle of the ocean.

you spent a whole day touring the town you came to, with mutterings from the tenth captain of Blackbeard's crew about how the bed would have been better (plus some definitely suggestive comments about what might have happened on the bed)

But it was all in all a day off from that island for both of us. You then went to a local bar, deciding to have a drink and some food. You decided home to eat and then Kuzan went to order and pay.

in the meantime a man of about thirty years old approached you and started flirting with you, thinking you were single, he even offered you a drink. Obviously you weren't interested, and while you were about to refuse him your boyfriend arrives, he hugs you and says in a particularly annoyed voice

Sorry buddy, but the lady here is taken

immediately the man leaves, probably recognizing Kuzan as a former navy admiral. The latter moves away from you and sits next to you, not saying anything, rather looking in front. You look at him amused, making him turn his face towards you, you tweak gently his nose

My my someone is jealous

he immediately denies it, saying that he did it for you, because you seemed annoyed by his advances, which makes you smile even more. After all he looks so cute while he denies his jealousy

he seems annoyed by your smiling and teasing him for being jealous (and he is not -agreeing to him). So, he kisses you on the lips, he says to shut you up but you know it's for something else, his hands search for your waist and then squeeze it to himself

[dangerouslyknown]

Scenario: Admirals celebrating their S/O's birthday

Anonymous asked:

Hi! It's my birthday and I was wondering if you could do headcanons of the admirals celebrating their s/o's bay with them 👉👈🥺 I love your writing btw❤💖💞💖❤💞

So wholesome! Thank you. Sorry this is "a little" late though.

Borsalino / Kizaru

At first, he would probably act like he doesn’t have a clue that today is your birthday. Perhaps it makes you a little upset, but he has a certain unnoticeable glare in the corner of his eye, implying that he hasn’t entirely forgotten. He does this every year, but he still manages to make you fear that he actually forgot this time.

The day passes by, being casual. Nothing particularly interesting happened… ‘till the clock hit afternoon hours.

As you were away from home, whether it was due to work or something else, he had some time to prepare. As you come home, he surprises you by boldly grabbing you by your waist and pulling you closer, looking directly in your eyes as he drawls out the words with his usual tone: “Happy birthday, my dear~”

He leads you further into the house, then reaching for something from a shelf so high up you could not see what was on it. He pulls out a tiny gift which was tidily and cutely packed. You knew immediately that he didn’t wrap the gift himself as he handed it to you. He always gets you something to lift up your spirit and celebrate you and as you opened it, this year he had gotten you something you had mentioned to him like once. It amazed you how he manages to appear so unbothered, still being quite keen to little details about his S/O and remembering them.

Sakazuki / Akainu

As for your birthdays, he seems to always remember them. He gets up early, even if he doesn’t have work, and prepares you a fulfilling breakfast to start your day. He doesn’t dare to wake you up so early, so he saves his words for later. If he happens to have work that day, he leaves your breakfast waiting in the fridge. He usually tries to get off work a little earlier if he has work. He wants to spend the day with you.

At some point, when you share a moment together again, he looks at you, softness in his gaze. “Year older today, right? Congrats” he says with his hoarse voice. He tends to only give you a gift when you turn decades or so, but he still tries to make your birthdays a little more special than usual days. He doesn’t, surprisingly enough, hold back on that.

He might cook you dinner at home, serve you a good wine with it or he might take you out on a date. Whatever for you on your special day. This year he took you to a restaurant.

Kuzan / Aokiji

Him. He seems more cheerful than usual on your birthdays. He makes sure that he keeps you in a good mood throughout the day. He skips any duties he has for that day and is excited to treat you today. No slacking or laziness from him today.

He had this fun idea once to take you on a bike ride with him, take you sightseeing and visit the more romantic and exquisite places together. This year was no different. He took you on a ride, acting like a real gentleman, taking you somewhere. Neither of you knows where, but he plans to spend an unforgettable day together. You arrived, walking around. He suddenly grips on your hands and looks at you. “Delightful birthday to you, my love. Have you enjoyed the day so far?” he asked with the warmest smile you’ve ever seen.

What comes to the gift, he usually buys you something nice from the island you are visiting. Whatever you want, as long as he has enough money for it.

Issho / Fujitora

The day started like usual, but he had plans for your birthday months in advance. He has such a big heart, he doesn’t want you to feel like anyone forgot your birthday. This year he decided to throw you a huge surprise party. He is radiating with warmness the whole morning as he persuades you into coming with him somewhere.

He led you, making it seem like he was about to take you shopping or something fairly ordinary, but then as you stepped into some building, a big crowd of Marines jumped out to wish you a happy birthday, several of them having gifts in their hands. Fujitora didn’t skimp on this a slightest.

He senses your emotions and comes closer to you, saying softly: “Oh, happy birthday my dearest! I hope my little surprise makes you happy!” He seemed to almost blush as he seemed so happy for you. Of course, he organized all this just for you.

And that’s not all. He enjoys having some time with just the two of you as well, having a peaceful evening with you. He arranged a romantic evening with some good food on the side as well. He hugs you happily as it’s just the two of us. He seems to go a bit far with his surprises every year, which makes you feel truly special.

[theviceadmiralswife]

The vice admirals and their bedrooms

Salute recruits and soldiers to this sassy Saturday ⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️

Ever wondered what the bedrooms of the vice admirals look like , fear no more I'm here to spill the beans. Buckle up folks. For this post I have 3 vice admirals and one admiral as bonus. Enjoy

The vice admirals wife over and out

Doberman:

Oh hubby of mine ♥️ his hobby for the maritime spills right into the bedroom

White and navy are in our bedroom and everywhere there's a subtle hint at his career in the navy, with a bit of coastal feeling to it, since I can't stop collecting shells. For practical reasons of course the chest trunk.... this where Doberman hides ropes, for when I have been naughty. And important a deskbon his side of the bed.

And yes these bedpost seem old fashioned but heck Doberman makes good use of them, wink wink , nudge, nudge think of ropes.

Onigumo:

Oh shit why do you ask....??? He's a sadist so guess what his bedroom looks like, black, greys and red. Modern furniture, hardly any personal items. And essentially his bed is dungeon and Onigumos tools are nearby

Essentially his bedroom is a torture chamber and Onigumo ain't hiding that. He makes you beg to be bound to his bed. Metal and leather are the dominant features in his bed. It will take plenty of submissive love and at least 2 years before Onigumo allows you to at least put up a picture of you two, any decor item has somehow to fit to this dungeon style bedroom so no flowery picture frames keep it modern, like a stainless steel frame. One thing Onigumo, though, allows you to add is the assortment of harnesses and gags and collars which you get as gifts for your birthday and so on.

Stainless:

A man of of style he is into the imperial African style of bedroom. That sort you'd see in older Hollywood movies. He loves the mixture of white and dark wood. He likes this because of his exquisiteness and cleanliness. A fan of white & cream colours.

This liking he definitely has inherited from his esteemed marine family.

He definitely appreciates the lightness and the fact this style is ideal for him to go romantic with roses and candles to seduce you and you won't regret it.

His bedroom is Stainless vacation place, he will literally stay in it with you all weekend. Breakfast in bed, massages he will treat you like a queen. Definitely a place where Stainless retreats to and because its spacious enough he will dance with you completely rolelaying beingbon vacation.

BONUS. ADMIRAL LEVEL

KIZARU

Oh my where to start with Kizaru... luxurious, his bedroom is simply that. Simple but sophisticated, stylish but on the minimalist side. He is in favour of bright tones, whites and cream , though he wouldn't mind if you put on bright red or pink sateen bedding he actually laugh at it and be all kinky.

Some books and one photograph are present and yes lights, various styles. Keeps the desk out of his bedroom, no work allowed here only pleasure.

He definitely would be having decorative moodlights on the ceiling and a huge mirror.

Very important a giant glass door or extra large windows which Kizaru forgets to close when he has sex with you, yeah all of Marineford needs to hear your moans.

[grandline-fics]

Hot Off The Press

DESCRIPTION: Their reaction when you end up in the newspaper unexpectedly

WARNINGS:  none, implications of crushes

CHARACTERS: Law, Smoker

WORDS: 1,730

A/N: Just a silly idea that came to mind that I wanted to explore with a couple of the One Piece guys. I had fun doing this and may do more at some stage with other characters in this scenario. Hope you all enjoy what I came up with

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

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LAW

Unlike some of the other pirates around, Law kept up with the news and goings on in the world regardless of if there was an inkling his or the crews bounties would go up or not. He needed to be aware of everything going on at all times in order to plan the best course of action and leave very little room for surprises should the next island he came to be already in the middle of some drama that could be either avoided or exploited. One morning he walked into the dining room of the Polar Tang to join the rest of the crew for breakfast. Grabbing his morning coffee he took his usual seat and flicked open the paper, beginning to leisurely read through it while enjoying idle conversation with the rest of the crew. 

“Hey Captain can I-” Penguin’s question was cut off immediately when Law was already pulling out the so-called ‘entertainment' section of the paper and passed it across the table. That was the one section he felt was an entire waste of paper and ink and only glanced at just incase something of note had slipped through. Most of the time though? Even the barest glance felt like a handful of seconds he’d never get back due to the pointless garbage written on the pages. “Thank Cap!” Law gave a non-committal grunt in acknowledgement to his subordinate’s thanks and trained his attention instead into a story about political unrest affecting two neighbouring islands. 

Unfortunately his focus was interrupted when Penguin suddenly let out a gasp just as he was taking a bite of his breakfast causing him to choke. Law set his paper down and rose sharply, making his way directly to his friend. It was a relief that in that time Law approached, Penguin had managed to dislodge the food and caught his breath. “Oi, why didn’t you chew? Nearly gave us a heart attack!” Law lectured, using his relief to fuel his panicked lecture. Penguin nervously shifted in his seat and with another clearing of his throat he shakily turned over the entertainment section to show Law and the others what had caused his mishap. Law’s eyes dropped to the print and they widened, sharply snatching it from the table just as you walked in with a long yawn breaking from your lips. “Mornin’ guys…”

When no-one answered you blinked and frowned at the group in confusion. Stepping closer you looked over Law’s shoulder to see what had gotten his and everyone else’s attention. Similar to Law, your eyes bugged and you pulled his arm towards you so you could get a better look, as iff the extra inch of space would make the page change from what you couldn’t believe you were seeing. First was the eye-popping headline “HOT PIRATE OF THE WEEK: HEART PIRATES’ HEARTBREAKER!” Filling the page were images of you standing on the dock of the Polar Tang on one of the occasions the sub had surfaced and you were performing maintenance on the vessel. 

Slowly you remembered that day. It had been so hot that you had to undo the top of your boiler suit and tie the sleeves around your waist to reveal the tank top you'd been wearing underneath. Your skin was lightly sheened with sweat and cheek smeared with a small streak of oil. Nervously you rubbed the back of your neck as you looked over the images, you were just doing your job but somehow the photographer had managed to take countless photos, all of them very flattering. It did unnerve you slightly to think that everyone would see you like this along with cheesy one-liners of ‘they can perform maintenance on me any day,’ ‘tune me up,’ ‘let’s let off some steam,’ and your favourite ‘Captain Law, can we join your crew?’

Nervously you chewed your lip and looked away to finally see your Captain’s reaction, fearing he would lecture you. Instead it surprised you to see the back of his neck and his cheeks were tinged a very noticeable pink as his eyes were glued to your pictures. Unable to help yourself you couldn’t help but smile slightly, pleased and a little giddy that he was looking appreciatively. Still you needed to break the silent tension. “I’m surprised they got my good side.”

“You stupid? Every side is your good side.” Law asked suddenly, his mouth acting while his brain was still distracted. Your eyes widened and lit in shock at Law’s words, your smile growing when realisation hit your usually serious Captain that he’d said it aloud. Flustered and unable to recover, Law swiftly turned and left the room to the safety of his office and you grinned wider to notice he’d kept a firm hold on the paper as he left.

SMOKER

Something strange was happening at G5 and it was pissing Smoker off to no end. Every few minutes calls and missives came through, the influx a lot more than normal. The usual missions and reports were overwhelmed with transfer requests coming from all sections of the world’s seas. Part of him thought it was a well co-ordinated prank being pulled on him from the different divisions by very bored and motivated Marines that he must have angered in some way. This had to have been a prank or revenge it had to. There was no way all these requests to come to G5 was genuine. 

It hadn’t even reached mid-morning yet and what little patience he had was gone when the next transfer request came through. Angrily Smoker slammed his hand down on his desk and rose from his desk, having had more than enough nonsense to last him a lifetime. If he stayed in his office for much longer, he’d be driven to making his own transfer request to get away from it all. Needing a distraction to clear his head, Smoker began to walk aimlessly in search of what seemed like the quietest section of the base. In his mind he thought if it was quiet then that meant there would be no-one around to pester him. 

“Smoker!” Smoker came to an abrupt halt and turned his head sharply to see you approach him, your pace quickened and expression just as frustrated and annoyed as he was. Your own sour mood was probably why you weren’t trying to stay out of his way. Now finding his distraction, Smoker faced you properly. You huffed out a sharp breath, relieved that the commander had finally snapped out of whatever he was thinking about and stopped long enough for you to catch up and stop in front of him. “Didn’t you hear me calling you?”

“Wasn’t paying attention to anything really.” Smoker explained, only now noticing his cigars had burned to nothing. Grabbing two more from his jacket he lit them and placed them into his mouth, taking a fresh inhale of the nicotine helping to make him more grounded. Releasing the breath of smoke, he used his ability to direct it away from your face as he focussed his attention on you. “So what did you need?”

“Just a general inquiry.” You began while trying to control your anger while it was still fresh. In a base full of short fuses you at least tried to stay levelheaded around your commander. You took a slow breath and looked to him, still unable to keep the scowl from your face. “How much trouble would I get in for beating up a newspaper employee?”

“Not like you to get so hotheaded about journalists…” You let out a bitter scoff at the word ‘journalist’ and your hand holding the rolled up paper tightened to the point the paper crinkled loud enough to make Smoker’s gaze drop from your face. “What’s been reported?”

“You haven’t seen it?” You asked, momentarily confused. You thought everyone else had. Or was he acting dumb on purpose so you would have to relive your embarrassment in realtime in front of him. Deep down you knew that wasn't Smoker’s nature, and his mirrored look of confusion confirmed that. With a sigh you lifted your hand, offering the rolled up paper to him. 

Smoker lightly tugged the paper out of your reluctant grip and let it unfurl. Knowing this had to be personal for you he flicked through the pages in search of the cause for your wish to cause harm to a civilian. Finally he found it, or rather it practically jumped out at him when he turned the page. Your image filled the page, the photo capturing you mid-battle. One foot had connected with the blurred shape of a pirate while your body was arched, your weapon in hand and aimed at another enemy. Smoker took in your form, eyebrows raised at how poised and strong you were. What got him the most was the fearsome, intense edge lighting your eyes, your focus entirely on stopping the pirates that had tried to ransack a village. All in all it was an extremely flattering story about your heroism and undeniable strength. Yes, there were some comments about your attractiveness but Smoker couldn’t exactly argue, not when the facts were so clearly staring him in the face-both on paper and in person. 

Finally Smoker’s eyes zeroed in on how the story piece stated you were a part of the G5 base and he let out a huff of frustration and amusement. So this was the reason for his morning-long headache. “You just have to live with it. There’ll be a different story by tomorrow.” Smoker shrugged calmly and handed the paper back to you. “Don’t let something like this bother you. Okay?”

“It’s embarrassing.” You grumbled. “Why did they have to fill a page with my picture? Why even use my picture at all?���

“Why not? It looks good.” Your head snapped up at Smoker’s murmured comment, eyes widened and heat prickling the back of your neck. He looked completely composed and stoic, acting as if he hadn’t said anything at all but you knew what you heard. Instead he lightly tapped your shoulder and started to head back towards his office, idly calling after you as he went. “If you’ll excuse me I have transfer requests to formally reject. Just keep up the good work.”

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[softonshanks]

Which character in one piece do you think has the best design?

hey! thank you for the question, I think it's very interesting. As someone who as a degree in literature and also in creative writing I can't help but give you two different answers, a short one and a more articulated one, hope you won't mind! Short one: Brook (i just think he is super cool), Ace (I'm in love with his freckles, sorry not sorry) and Luffy (I'm a sucker for those who are kind and I think Oda in his design was able to project an unusual and adorable kidness for a draw). Long one: The one thing you learn over time, whether it is studying fiction or any other piece of media, it's the importance of developing a character whose characteristics are evident not only by his words or actions, but also by his appearence. One of the reason I really appreciate One Piece, not being a particular anime or manga fan myself, is especially the symbolism.

Let's take Fujitora for example, which - in my useless and humble opinion - is a perfect type of character with a design that serves more than its basic purpose.

Fujitora’s design is one of understated power and humility. His blindness is an immediate link to the Roman goddess of Justice. Iustitia (her latin name) was introduced by emperor Augustus, and even if she was not a very old deity in the Roman pantheon, was one of the most celebrated. She had a bandage on her eyes, thus representing her impartiality. Fujitora’s blindness is a key symbolic element of his design, representing his commitment to true justice—justice that is not swayed by appearances or prejudice.

His sword cane is another important symbol; it signifies both his power and his restraint. Fujitora could easily wreak havoc with his gravity powers, but his cane suggests that he chooses to walk a measured, careful path. The traditional elements of his attire, combined with his Marine coat, indicate his respect for tradition and order, in the sense of the true and old values they have to follow to be righteous. His design aligns perfectly with his character as a man of deep conviction and moral integrity. His calm, composed appearance belies the immense power he wields. Fujitora's simple, dignified appearance allows his actions and words to take center stage, making his character memorable not just for his power, but for his profound sense of duty and morality.

Sorry for the long reply, I just liked to dive in this question, I love talking about narrative techniques way too much

[lale-txt]

❈ 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰/ 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 & 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

where Smoker and you get hit by a truth serum and things get a little heated. in the best way possible.

a/n: a little something for @opopnomi who is a gem and deserves the best ♡ i had the best intentions to write something fluff with Smoker but somehow i got possessed and when i came back to my senses it was this absolute filth, oopsie.

contains: ns.fw under the cut (MDNI), afab!reader (no pronouns, “cunt” and “pussy” used to describe genitalia), thigh riding, dirty talk, praise kink, penetrative sex, breeding kink (NO mention of pregnancy or babies), slight overstimulation, mention of exhibitionism, mention of brat taming, slightly possessive Smoker if you squint

word count: 2.2k

“May I come in?”

You knock and push the heavy door to Smoker’s captain quarters open slightly to peek inside, seeing him hunched over some scattered files on his desk. He doesn’t even bother to look up, only motions you with one gloved hand to enter. Your captain seems to be even more troubled than usual. A cold and gloomy atmosphere radiated from him, which was somehow more intimidating than his usual stoic self who would bark out orders at his subordinates. 

Was it your fault? Well… maybe you should have used seastone handcuffs instead of regular handcuffs on the captivated devil fruit user. But you hadn’t them at hand because someone insisted it would be fun to try them out in a way they definitely weren’t meant to be used. And maybe they were still dangling from the headboard of his bed because granted, you were up for a round two. That was before the devil fruit powers hit the whole crew, putting everyone under the effects of what basically was a truth serum. 

To say that it caused a little chaos was an understatement. You feel a twinge of guilt in your chest and tiptoe towards your captain and lover.

“Prepared the report like you asked me to,” you mumble and put the files on his desk. You could already hear Garp’s booming laughter when he’d read over it and it definitely will be a topic at the annual Navy’s New Year party. 

Smoker still doesn’t look up nor speak to you. “Cat got your tongue?”, you ask and sit down opposite of him, leaning on the wood. Only the sound of his pen scratching over the paper was audible. You sigh. “Are you not talking to me because you’re mad or because there are certain things you absolutely don’t want to say out loud?” 

That certainly got under his skin–you could tell from the way that one vein on his forehead twitched slightly before he finally dared to meet your gaze, two cigars dangling from his lips.

“I’m not mad,” Smoker huffs and leans back in his chair, massaging the bridge of his nose. He lets out a quiet groan before sitting up straight again, legs spread apart like he always does. Your eyes flicker to the spot you were grinding on last night and you bite your bottom lip slightly. Obviously the truth serum also caused you to be honest in your gestures and facial expressions, which is probably why Smoker immediately shut himself in shortly after the incident, looking as troubled as he does now. He notices your stare and shifts slightly, his eyes flickering to your lips.

“But,” he continues, his voice a bit more low now, “it would have been troublesome if I told you in front of the whole crew how badly I want to sink my cock into you until you’re creaming around me. How I want you to whine out my name while you’re on top of me, begging me to fill you up. How blissfully fucked out you look last night when you gagged around me, drool and my cum dripping down chin.”

Smoker taps the pen he was holding on the wooden desk, now glaring at you. Almost as if he dared you to make a move. He could see how you rubbed your thighs together, desperate for some friction. If he was to bend you over the desk right now, he’d probably find your panties soaked. He still had some self-control, though. It was just a truth serum effect, not an aphrodisiac. Not that he needed one with you; he was absolutely infatuated with you anyway.

“Captain…”, you coo and smile, knowing after all this time it still made his cock twitch in his pants when you called him that, despite being lovers for a long time now. “It’s not like you to talk like that. I like it, though.”

You strut around the desk until you reach him, expectantly sitting in his chair, his prominent bulge on full display. He is massaging it lazily with one hand over the fabric while his eyes follow your movements. When he pats his leg with his other hand, you know what to do. 

“You know, sometimes I want them to know. Want them to watch when you bully my cunt with your aching cock, splitting me open. Want everyone to see that I’m yours,” you whisper and straddle his thick thigh, grinding against it slowly for some relief. “Yours to use. Yours to fill.”

Smoker growls, a deep rumbling sound in his chest, and his big hands find your hips, pulling you closer to him. His grip is firm and he hasn’t taken his gloves off. He leans in close until his lips are merely an inch from yours.

“Say that again,” he whispers, not kissing you yet. His warm brown eyes take you in as if you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. One hand of his comes to your face, cupping your chin gently. His thumb brushing over your lips, a low groan from his throat when you part them for him so willingly. “Say you’re mine.”

“Only yours,” you murmur and moan quietly when Smoker’s lips meet yours after what felt like an eternity. His cigars rest forgotten in the ashtray, he’s too busy devouring you. You can feel the heat pooling between your thighs, aching to be touched, worshiped even. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, and you don’t need any truth serum to feel how deeply he desired you. 

A guttural moan from him makes you roll your hips, your core hot and dripping wet by now–you’re pretty sure there’s already a damp spot on his pants where you’re grinding on. With your hands resting on his broad shoulders you keep up your ministrations, feeling how you get lightheaded from the throbbing sensation. It isn’t enough but you can’t stop either, not now when you feel how hard he is by now. 

Smoker is a very patient man. He likes it when you beg for him; he can’t get enough of your needy mewls when your poor cunt clenches around nothing, so desperate to be filled. Desperate for him. 

“And you’re gonna be good for me?”, he asks in a low voice, his big hand trailing up your thigh, squeezing it. You nod eagerly, not beating around the bush. You could be such a brat sometimes, but under the spell of the devil fruit powers your body and its reactions were being so honest. 

With his free hand Smoker unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, too slow for you as you let him know with an impatient whine. He enjoys having your eyes glued to him, wandering from his torso to his happy trail and fluttering wide open when his thick cock finally springs free, resting heavy on his stomach. Precum is already dripping from the tip, making you lick your lips in anticipation. 

“Need you to fuck me,” you mewl and now you’re shifting in your spot, climbing from his thigh into his lap, grinding your clothed cunt against his length. Smoker is still not touching you properly and you’re already such a mess. “Please, please…” 

Smoker brings one hand to his lips, biting the tip of his glove to take it off, while his other hand firmly holds you in place. He knows you like the gloves, but right now he wants to really feel you, not a single layer between you. His hand then sneaks between your thighs, cupping your aching pussy with his massive hand. You were absolutely drenched, your whole body trembling when he rubs slow circles against your core. 

“Hurry.” Your voice sounded desperate now, with your head resting against his shoulder, your breath hot against his bare skin. “Hurry or I’ll die. Please. Need your fat cock inside me. Need your cum.” 

Smoker lets out a hoarse laugh when he lifts you up with ease and drops you gently on the desk. “You’re not gonna die, darling,” he mumbles and kisses from your jaw to your neck, his scruff scratching over your skin. “But I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll see stars and heaven. Gonna fuck you till you feel my cum is oozing out of your pretty little cunt for days.”

His words have you whining and whimpering underneath him, and you raise your hips slightly so he can help you kick your pants off. Your soaked panties cling to your folds and you jump when Smoker rubs his tip between them, a deep groan rumbling in his chest. Your pleading eyes are enough to convince him not to tease you any further though–still, your panties wander in the pocket of his jacket… for later. 

The air is knocked out of your lungs when Smoker plunges into you. He hasn’t even stretched you wide open with his fingers yet like he usually does, but he knew you’d be able to take him. You always do. And with how wet you are for him you take his cock with ease, your walls fluttering around him when he bottoms out fully. His thumb comes to your clit, drawing slow circles around it. He can never get enough how you twitch around his cock, milking him. 

Your eyes roll in the back of your head when Smoker starts pounding into you, keeping up a merciless pace. He’s so deep, hitting all of your sensitive spots with each thrust. Your arms wrap around his neck as he hovers over you, trapping you between the desk and his huge frame. It’s like you’re getting crushed in the best way possible. Neither of you is gonna last long this round, you just wanna fuck to get it out of your system; your bodies being as honest with each other like never before.

“Gonna cum,” you whine. “So close… gonna… Captain, ‘m gonna… fuck, fuck…”

Smokers lips are everywhere, crashing against yours, then on your neck, licking, biting, sucking. You’re his. Your scent and your sweet sounds are making him dizzy and he can hardly hold himself back any longer either. His hips start to stutter, fucking into you in a broken rhythm as he gets closer to his high, too. 

“Mmm… gonna fill you up so good, darling.” His voice has a dark edge to it, deep and almost feral. One hand of his comes to your chin, lifting it up so you meet his gaze. His thumb brushes over your lips again and this time you don’t hesitate to suck on it, making him moan. “You’re gonna take it all, yeah? Gonna let me stuff you with my cum? You want that?” 

You nod so eagerly, eyes glassy from how close you are, from the way he throbs inside of you. If he could, Smoker would have you in this position for hours; your legs wrapped around his hips to stop him from pulling out, your nails scratching over his bare skin when he fucks you deeply, his name falling from your parted lips until he stuffs them with his fingers, your tongue flickering around them so greedily. 

“Wanna see you cum for me, baby,” he mutters, his thumb finding your clit again while he keeps thrusting inside of you. He is as close as you are. “Want you to cream around my cock, yeah? Can you do that for me?” 

You let out a broken sob when the world comes crashing down on you, your walls twitching around his cock while waves of pleasure wash over you; poor, overstimulated thing. Smoker can’t hold back any longer either, rutting in a merciless pace until a few heartbeats later he spills his load inside of you, heat flooding your insides. He kisses your greedily, mumbling incoherent praise against your lips–it doesn’t matter what, because you’re too out of it anyway, but you’re laughing softly, kissing him back. Your whole body tingles as you ride out your high. 

“Fuck, darling” Smoker laughs hoarsely, too. He presses a kiss to your forehead, then to your lips. “I love you so much.”

You touch his face, fingers brushing over his scruffy cheeks as you pull him to your lips again. Warm. He always made you feel so, so warm. You still throb around him, not willing to let him pull out yet. He likes you best when you’re stuffed and blissfully satisfied anyway. His hand comes to your stomach, pressing down where he’s nestled inside of you. 

“I love you, too,” you whisper back, propping yourself up on your elbows for a better view where the two of you are connected. Your mixed fluids are dripping down between your thighs every time he pulls out slightly, only to push himself back inside again, as if he could never go without the warmth of your cunt.

You rarely say those big words out loud. Smoker and you usually get along with a few sentences and the smallest gestures, but right now it’s bubbling in your chest; all the love you hold for each other. 

As if it’s on the tip of your tongues, waiting to be devoured.

[asgardian--angels]

things I wish I could relive for the first time again:

that magical window where you finish a new piece of media, having watched/read it all by yourself with no fandom contact whatsoever, and you are just so happy about it, and full of interesting theories and takeaways, and just in love with it as a gorgeous piece of art.

because I swear to god as soon as you join the fandom for anything, you're bombarded with how you're supposed to view characters and their arcs, how you're supposed to morally and ethically judge the plot and the ways it apparently failed to present the right message, and if you don't you'll either be shunned for not sharing the popular headcanons or you'll be harassed for not criticizing the source material enough.

like how is it that the fans of a piece of media are also the ones being the most negative about it? If I like a show or a movie or a book, well, I liked it. That's kind of the point. I'm actually not here to tear it apart and talk about how it didn't live up to standards other people had! I enjoyed it for what it was, and forcing myself to find negative things to say about it doesn't actually bring me more enjoyment of it or reap any benefit to me. Fandom's a double-edged sword; you want to join a community to share your love for a piece of art, and the price you pay for a modicum of joy is a mountain of negativity. that's one main reason that I never engage with fandom until I'm completely done with a show, because if I was plugged into all of that commentary and discourse during the process, I'd be completely colored by how I'm expected to interpret everything this piece of art is presenting to me without being able to even form my own opinions.

[princetenkoo]

Justice (2023)

[koalas-koalas-everywhere]

Garp getting out of Fullalead and getting updated on Wano is so

"Luffy took out Kaido? Hahahaha! That's my grandson, isn't he cute? Then again, if all he was gonna do was beat up pirates, why couldn't he just become a Marine, that shitty kid just lives to spite me, he's so. Eh. *sees his new wanted poster. squints. looks up. looks back down. looks up and points* My grandson's a brunet."

"Yes, we know Garp, but–"

"This kid, whoever he is, is wearing white. My shitty grandson doesn't wear white. White clothes just don't stay white when he's wearing them. I don't know who this is, but it's not Luffy."

"He's literally got the straw hat hanging from his neck!"

*GASP* "This punk stole Luffy's hat? The hat that Red-Haired Shanks gave him? That he swore to become the Pirate King on? The one that his whole crew name and Jolly Rogers is based on? Good. I'll have to thank him. After I beat him up for mugging my shitty grandson. Of course, Luffy should've been strong enough to defend himself in the first place, so it's his fault, but just on principle. I'll let the punk keep the hat after and everything."

[ranaveesweet]

Your forbidden love

✼ | Smoker x Reader Scenario | ✼ ✼ | Song Inspiration ➥ Fantasy by Mariah Carey

In a world torn by war between Pirates and Marines, You and Smoker stand on opposing sides. Yet, amidst the chaos, love ignites. Defying prejudice, you dream of a future together. But as danger looms, you face a choice: fight for love or yield to the tide of hostility. "Your presence here is a provocation," Smoker grumbled, his voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Do you have any idea the risks you're taking?"

Keep shaping this story alongside Smoker through my character Ai: You and Smoker's secret meeting

Upcoming Character -> Trafalgar D. Law

Reblogs Appreciated ♡

[shanksbaby]

Admirals as dads

Borsalino

he would spoil his child 100 %, and he would buy the best clothes too...like you see his suit and glasses? that man loves show off his wealth, and he would shows off through his child too. I think he would buy them mostly classy clothes, nothing casual or sportive.

he is a man who is very polite, so i guess he would teach his child to be polite too. i don't think he would be stern like sakazuki, but he would teach them through corrections of their speach, like:

"y\n, you have to say please when you ask something. please repeat it now properly"

he wuould tell them with a sweet voice, not wanting his child to feel like he is judging them.

he would be smitten with his child's cuteness, saying "so kawai" and smiling softly at them, probably for that little face that his child manages to get away with almost everything. Almost with everything because I feel like he would love that his child would be polite like him.

100% he would take his child at work and showing them off with all the others admirals, even if he has to meet akainu's irritation. He would carry them on his broad shoulder, and he would let them see all marineford, of course he won't take them to the renuion.

he would fear that his child could become a pirate, even if he never tells anyone. He fears this scenario because he already knows that it would put him in an umfortable position

i don't think he would really attack\hurt them, but he would be really struggle at the beginning since he always have followed the orders.

still, he won't push to become a marine.

Sakazuki

oh boy, i think he would be a very stern dad, he wouldn't take care of his child he would TRAIN them, like he would be more a sergent than an actual dad. He would still spend time with his child playing, but he would mostly teaching them to be a marine since birth.

he can't allow his child become an enemy of the law like happened to garp, he would lose respect of himself (we know that sakazuki doesn't like garp much because his child and grandson are both enemy of world government).

probabily he would have a stroke if his child would become a pirate lmao.

he is stil smart enough to know that being too strict would led them to resent them, so he learns to be more lenient with them, letting them getting away with few things, playing with any game the want ( as long as the game isn't too stupid).

i feel like he would be a bit controlling, expecially about friendship that his child has.

he would take his child at work too, to show them the importance of working as marine. He would take them to the training camp, then he would take them to his office; he would take them to a mission too ( not extremly dangerous, he just wants let them know how marine operate)

Kuzan

the most chill dad 100%, he would let and would spur his child to become an indipendent person. He won't teach like sakazuki the importance to be a marine, he would let his child choose his way. Even if they would choose to be a pirate, he would accept them, even if he would be worried about them

he would still protect them even if it's from a far

he won't spoil their child too much, more like he would teach them to be humble, and expecially to be kind towards others. When he see them to act compassionate, even towards an animal, he would be so proud and warm <3

more than pay for very expensive clothes, he spends time with them. He would play whatever game his child wanna play, even if he have to act a bit silly, he would do it. And he would loove nap with them.

he would sleep with his child in a bed full of cushions under a warm blanket cuddling

i know he is a very aloof but i feel like with his child would be really warm and tender, liike i know he would use pet names like "honey, sweety, sweetheart etc"

he won't take them to marineford, he thinks his job is too ruthless for your innocence, but he would take to garp, letting him see you and letting you see how he trained.

he would let you see even smoker, since he's a kind guy even if he looks intimidating.

he won't let you see akainu 100% , even if you asked the answer will be always no.

[dangerouslyknown]

Hey, may I please request scenarios or hc’s of the “admiral’s reactions to their s/o moaning out the wrong name during sex”,if that is okay with you ofc. Thank you sm!

Scenario: Reacting to S/O moaning the wrong name

Woooo, another request, thank you! I hope you like it, this was a fun one to do.

Warnings: Sexual content but not explicit, minors DNI

Borsalino / Kizaru

His first reaction to you moaning out someone else’s name was surprise, which was soon replaced with an amused, subtle grin. 

He wouldn’t stop thrusting his hips nor stop whatever else he was doing, and instead he’d moan another random name in response and laugh afterwards.

This probably caught you off-guard as well, and you both ended up laughing together. After the situation was over, curiosity got the best of him and he decided to question you about that person whose name you moaned.

“Who is that?” “Are you desiring another man?” He wasn’t serious though. His whole demeanor was extremely playful as he asked these questions, with a coy smile on his lips.

Sakazuki / Akainu

He would not take it as lightly as the others. The second he hears a name other than his, he lets out an angry grunt and glares at you.

“What the hell?!” “Say that again, I dare you” He would huff and groan in an annoyed tone. His glare was implying that he was not amused.

He would not stop thrusting though, he’d just change the pace to more rough.

“You’re allowed to moan my name, and my name only” he’d utter in a slightly harsh tone, but he didn’t have any intentions to actually hurt you.

He’d look forward to punishing you for this little mistake, in other ways… If ya catch my drift.

Kuzan / Aokiji

He would be slightly disturbed by hearing you moan an unknown name. He stops on his tracks and looks at you, blinking in disbelief.

“Ara ara…. My name is not _____” He would mutter in his usual way, and the whole situation became a little awkward.

You made up for your mistake by apologizing and all that.

With a sigh, he’d quickly return back to what he was doing previously, as he didn’t really care to argue or make a big deal out of this. 

As he went on, he had a little smirk on his lips though. He wanted you to moan his name, and he was going to achieve that.

Issho / Fujitora

Poor baby, he’d get a bit upset when he heard you, the love of his life moaning another name during your intimate moment.

He hid the fact that he got a bit hurt by it, and he kept going and making love to you. His pace got a bit slowed though as he silently pondered different options in his head. He decided to ask about it right then and there.

“What was that about..? Whose name is that, love?” He’d ask in a quiet voice, not wanting to ruin the mood. He still wanted to know what this was about, and deep down he was a bit worried. Maybe it was your ex, or a person you fantasize about because he is not doing enough to satisfy your needs.

As you explained the situation, he relaxed a bit. After all of this was over, he’d just look back into that moment and chuckle to himself about his unnecessary worries and how comedic it was.

[theviceadmiralswife]

I don't know if you watched One Piece Stampede but your character reminds me the marine girl that literally runs in front of Doberman when he shouts the order to attack.

-🥀

Salute recruit ⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️

I feel flattered I suppose buuuuuuuut...not me. Thanks though 😉 I know this female recruit, she dropped out after the fight against Douglas Bullet.

😂 hahaha I wish I was that tall that I reach Dobermans chest !! Lol I'm such a short stack....

I met Doberman after the Buster call in Enies Lobby, my job used to be maintaining the warships and get necessary supplies in order. So that recruits only have to load the ships. Of course after marrying Doberman I'm at home now raising the next generation of marines.

Though credit to Doberman as soon as we dated he taught me how to fight... he thinks its an essential thing and it eases his mind if he's out at sea.

[grandline-fics]

Love Potion

DESCRIPTION: Love Potion- You were both only pretending to date. The feelings aren't real...right?

WARNINGS: none

CHARACTERS: Smoker

WORDS: 1,663

A/N: Thank you @missrandomdreamer for requesting this one for the Valentine's Event. Hope you like what I came up with for this one, Smoker deserves the love so hopefully I did him justice on this. As always thank you everyone for your support. Enjoy ♥️

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST | KO-FI | VALENTINES EVENT MASTERLIST

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“Is this really necessary?” Smoker grumbled around the cigars in his mouth as he shut the door to your room closed firmly. “I’m in perfect shape.”

“Every active member on this base has to undergo routine physicals, Vice-Admiral.” You spoke up from your desk as you grabbed his file and a pen. Even when he was wounded he protested the need to be tended to and while you were already expecting him to clear all your checks with no issues, you still had your job to do. Apologetically you looked at him as you rose. “No exceptions.”

Smoker made a disgruntled noise and glared at the examination bed he’d yet to approach. He swiftly turned his glare your way when you snatched the cigars from his mouth with ease and stubbed them out on the ashtray you always made sure to have in the room in the event Smoker would be coming by. You accepted his ire with an effortless smile, used to his perpetual grumpy and serious expression at this point. Lightly you nudged him along towards the bed. With all his strength and training he could have remained rooted in the spot had he wished but at your touch he relented and moved, eager to just get this over with.

As he sat down and zoned out, letting you do whatever checks and assessments necessary he began to think about how being here was actually a nice break. You weren’t going to pester him about changing the training schedule or beg to swap missions with another member of the base, you weren’t going to chase him about reports he forgot-or just didn’t care about- handing in for the higher ups at Marine’s main Headquarters. Best of all, any conversation you shared with him was appropriate and never prying beyond clear boundaries, unlike those under his command who thought any facet and avenue in his life was theirs to know and analyse obsessively over. Suddenly you made a surprised hum and he pulled himself out of his thoughts to see you studying his face carefully. “What were you thinking about?”

“Why?” Smoker couldn’t help but become defensive, ready to argue that whatever you spotted or noticed in your tests was false. 

“It caused a spike in your otherwise steady blood pressure.” You explained, lips curving in slight amusement. Lightly you tapped your medical notes. “Can’t clear you if there’s a possibility of an underlying condition affecting your blood pressure or an area of stress that could hinder your work.”

“It’s nothing.” Smoker explained firmly. “Nothing for you to worry over. I’m not going to complain over something insignificant and stupid.”

“Wouldn’t call this spike insignificant. Come on tell me and I can help. It’s what doctors are for right?”

“I was getting annoyed about the subordinates prying into my personal life. They’re like gossiping teenagers sometimes.”

“Is that all?” You asked with a laugh, stepping away from him and unhooking the blood pressure monitor. “What do you expect? They’re bored in between missions and you’re the best source of entertainment on the base.

“I shouldn’t be entertainment, I’m their boss to be respected.” At that you snorted with an undignified burst of laughter causing him to frown. “What?”

“Oh come on! I’ve heard you swear out the higher ups countless times when they annoy you. You call that respect?” You teased, laughing again when he looked away from you and muttered about how even you were disrespectful to him. “So what did the bad subordinates pry into most recently.”

“Recently and consistently they bring up my love life or in their words ‘a tragic lack of’ one.” He scoffed. “Every mission it’s putting up with their incessant questions and on the way back it’s stupid schemes to set me up with someone.”

“It’s sweet that they care.” You reasoned only to hear him being to mutter again. With a soft sigh you grabbed his notes to update them. He was the picture of health as you both knew would be the end result. “But if it bothers you that much, take the mystery away from them and they’ll move on. Tell them you’re seeing someone.”

“Magic someone out of thin air?” Smoker shook his head. He shouldn’t have even entertained the notion. His life was his own, he didn’t need to lie or divulge information if he didn’t wish to. “They might act like fools but creating a pretend lover is something even they’d notice a mile off.”

“Sooo don’t make up someone. Use someone they know?” You advised, moving to your desk to officially give Smoker’s physical the stamp of approval needed. Seeing you move, Smoker fixed his jacket and pulled out two fresh cigars to light but for once he didn’t make his way to the door with a gruff ‘thanks Doc’ like he normally did, he was too caught up in your words as you continued. “Then after a couple weeks, stage a break up and they’ll leave you and your personal life alone while you deal with it in your own way.” 

“Who am I going to rope into this scheme that I know won’t blab what’s really going on?” Smoker asked while stepping closer to the desk. His interest was piqued and it seemed like a solid enough plan but he knew that gossip spread fast in the G5 base. The last thing he needed was to risk extra insult to his pride if his subordinates knew he was lying. Smoker was surprised when you lifted your head and smiled at him expectantly. “Wait. You’d go along with this?”

“Why not? Helps you out from getting your blood pressure dangerously high again.” You shrugged simply. “Besides, doctor-patient confidentiality means I can’t tell anyone. What do you say?”

A few minutes later one of the G5 Marines rounded the corner, preparing for his routine physical only to slide to a complete stop in shock. The sight of Vice-Admiral Smoker, his leader straightening from what was most certainly a kiss with the base’s top doctor. The Marine froze when Smoker turned sharply to glare at him while you bit your lower lip shyly and looked away from the wide-eyed gaze of the Marine who interrupted such a sweet and tender moment. Smoker dropped his hand from your lower back and walked towards the Marine. “Whatever you think you saw. You didn’t.” 

Smoker continued on his way, the Marine unable to see his smirk as everything was already set in motion. By the end of the afternoon it was all through the base, some iterations of the events witnessed exaggerated or completely different but it all got Smoker what he wanted; for his subordinates to have something to distract them from him. Technically they were still fixated on him, but now that they believed he was seeing you, they were now talking amongst themselves about the matter and leaving him alone. 

Throughout the day he’d overheard the conversations both mixed and speculative. Some tried to work out when the romance had started and even that split theories and opinions. It had to have been recent because there was no way you both had hidden it for so long. It had to have been going on for a long time because it would explain why Smoker never looked at anyone else both off and on base. Some even declared they’d always known something was going on between Smoker and you and either way it was about damn time. 

For the next few weeks you and Smoker continued your subtle theatrics of being a couple and as you’d predicted the base that now there was no mystery to work out with Smoker’s love life, the base asked less questions. However when you appeared, even if it was passing by in the corridor the Marines looked your way in curiosity. Sometimes you did steal him away to say something useless or unimportant, just so you both appeared to be sharing a quick moment together when really it was just to keep your audience’s interest sated. One evening you found yourself in Smoker’s office, a new development that had occurred from your joint deception. While he finished reports at his desk, you reviewed your own medical reports from the comfort of the sofa he rarely seemed to use. While you both worked you engaged in idle but content conversation. 

“A friend of mine from one of the G7 base was in touch today.” You spoke up with an amused smile, not taking your eyes from your notes as you worked. “We’re one of the topics of conversation there too.” Smoker chuckled slightly at your report of how far the gossip had spread. 

“The interest in our relationship hasn’t died down at all.” He said with a small shake of his head.

“They’re so invested. They’ll be heartbroken when we end things.” You mused, too busy reading to notice Smoker's hand still in the writing of his own reports. He only now realised that that was the next stage in the plan; breaking up to gain full privacy again. Smoker hesitated to even admit it but he truly did enjoy your company. You were easy to be around, brought him a certain calm that he enjoyed. He tensed slightly when you asked him. “Have you considered when it’ll happen?”

“Uh…no. Not yet.” He admitted, that much he could confess. “They gossip but they're behaving for the most part, might just wait until they start to get bored. If that’s okay?”

“Of course, just let me know whenever you’re ready.” Smoker glanced at you in time to see you finally glance his way and offer him a relaxed but warm smile. The same smile he found himself looking for a little more each day. Whenever he was ready? Something gnawed at him in the uncomfortable realisation that perhaps the only thing he wanted to end with you was the pretending. 

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[xhyjin]

next door neighbour dilfsukuna! who really didn’t think the date through, as he now has to figure out who will watch yuji during the weekend. if the scenario were different, he would’ve asked you, but since you’re the one he’s taking out, he can’t. he thinks he should cancel it and plan it out better but doesn’t want you to think he’s careless or impulsive, so he plans a romantic dinner at home. that way, he can still keep his word and watch yuji at the same time.

next door neighbour dilfsukuna! who thinks a romantic date at home is a dinner in his backyard, decorated with fairy lights, flowers that yuji picked from the garden as the centerpiece, and the most expensive wine sukuna could afford. to say he wasn’t nervous would be a lie. he spent a good 30 minutes purging his closet because he wasn’t sure if wearing a suit was too much or not. yuji sat on his bed, watching his uncle/dad show him potential outfit choices, facepalming and shaking his head at every single one until sukuna finally decided to wear the suit.

next door neighbour dilfsukuna! who hasn’t felt this nervous in his life at all. he sits on the couch with yuji as they watch spongebob, his heart pounding as he glances at the clock above the tv. biting his nails nervously, he starts to think you won’t show up. just as those thoughts begin to consume him, the doorbell rings. both his and yuji’s heads shoot up as they look at each other before he gets off the couch and makes his way to the door, silently praying that wearing a suit wasn’t too much. but when he opens the door and sees you standing there in a pink sundress, he swears he’s fallen in love at the mere sight of you. quickly clearing his throat, he greets you. “glad you could make it,” he says, trying his best to maintain his usual nonchalant and snarky attitude. but the way you’re smiling at him—it could melt an iceberg, let alone him.

next door neighbour dilfsukuna! who is about to say something else as he walks behind you while you make your way into the house when yuji runs up to you and hugs your lower legs. “ms. l/n!” he says excitedly. sukuna watches the scene in front of him with heart eyes, feeling a warmth he hasn’t felt in a long time. the way yuji loves you fills him with so much happiness, especially knowing how much you’ve been there for them during these hard times. yuji grabs your hand and tells you to close your eyes before eagerly dragging you to the backyard. you follow his lead, curious but not expecting much. when you open your eyes, you’re met with the sight of a beautiful backyard, dimly lit with fairy lights. you can’t help but gasp as you take it all in, your heart swelling with surprise and admiration.

“you did all of this?” you ask, turning to sukuna. he stands there with a smug but proud look on his face, clearly pleased with himself.

“sure did,” he says, making his way toward you and placing a hand on your lower back. “right this way,” he adds, his voice smooth as he guides you to the table set up in the middle of the backyard.

next door neighbour dilfsukuna! who takes a seat in front of you, watching as you admire his backyard. “wow, sukuna, i honestly didn’t expect all of this,” you admit, a small smile spreading across your face as you glance around. yuji runs back into the house, only to return moments later with a piece of paper in his hands.

“what? you didn’t think i was a romantic guy?” sukuna teases, his tone light. before you can respond, yuji interrupts, holding up the paper proudly.

“this is the menu!” he announces, placing it in front of you. the “menu” is just scribbles, but as yuji’s teacher, you can easily make out the words.

“wow, spaghetti with house-made sauce?!” you exclaim, pretending to be amazed, and yuji giggles, his face lighting up with pride.

sukuna leans in slightly, his expression half curious, half amused. “you can actually read that little brat’s writing?” he asks, clearly impressed.

rolling your eyes playfully, you respond, “yes, and don’t call him that.”

sukuna chuckles, leaning back in his chair. “whatever you say,” he replies, standing up moments later. “now, if you’ll excuse me, i have to help the head chef. he’s particularly short,” he jokes, smirking as he walks off. his comment earns a giggle from you, and you nod, settling back in your seat as sukuna follows yuji into the house to get the so called spaghetti with house-made sauce

next door neighbour dilfsukuna! who spends the rest of the night completely captivated by you. he notices everything-the way you pick up your fork, the way your lips part as you take a bite, the way you chew so delicately, and the way you cover your mouth with your hand when speaking or laughing. his gaze lingers on your eyes and lips, and he catches you shyly avoiding his stare, which only makes you more endearing to him. he's utterly mesmerized and determined to kiss you at least once before the night is over.

as midnight approaches, you help sukuna tuck yuji into bed, the little boy fighting sleep because he doesn't want to miss any more time with his favorite teacher.

"i'll see you on monday, yuji," you say softly to him. his sleepy eyes light up as his uncle carries him on his hip.

"you promise?" yuji asks, sticking his pinky out toward you.

you chuckle and intertwine your pinky with his. "yes, yuji, i promise," you say, following sukuna as he walks into the house with yuji in his arms. after tucking him in, you both quietly leave the room, making your way to the front door.

"i had a really good time, sukuna," you say shyly, absentmindedly twirling a strand of your hair between your fingers. sukuna smiles at the sight of you, looking so cute and beautiful.

"i had a good time too," he says, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone as he steps closer. "y/n," he says your name softly, almost like a whisper.

you look up at him with doe eyes and nod.

"yes, sukuna?"

"may i kiss you?" he asks, his cheeks flushing a faint pink, matching the hue of his hair.

you involuntarily gasp but quickly catch your composure, nodding as your gaze drops to his lips. sukuna leans in, one hand gently resting on your waist while the other cradles your cheek.

"have i ever mentioned how beautiful you are?" he murmurs, his forehead pressing against yours. before you can answer, he closes the gap, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that is both soft and rough, filled with unspoken feelings. his hand on your cheek slides to your waist, pulling you closer as your arms wrap around his neck.

after what feels like an eternity, he pulls back slightly, his lips hovering mere inches from yours as you both catch your breath.

"i'd love to see you again," he says, his voice hopeful, his eyes searching yours.

"it's a date then," you reply with a smile, your heart racing as you look into his eyes.

should i just turn this into a fic? ><

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

I love how Isha copied jinx by dying her blue and even doing her tattoos they're ADORABLE oh oh goodness. Could you write about how it would go? The process and all , it could be a headcanons or anything else!!!

Yeah i was crying when I saw Isha dressed as a little jinx bro 😭 BRIG ME BACK MY GIRLS BRO I did a scenario but it prob sucks cause I haven’t in a while but eh, thanks for requesting!

Mini-Jinx

You never thought you’d ever be taking care of a child, especially a mute child from the Undercity who clung to your girlfriend in the face of death.

And one that just so happened to never wanna leave your side, always having a finger looped onto your belt or gripping onto you.

Isha idolized you and Jinx since the moment you two saved her from those three goons, and you didn’t know why.

But ever since she started following you two and Sevika…

It’s like she just…fit.

She did wonders for your girlfriend, and you would sit back on the little pillow fort and watch them dance and see someone you never thought you’d ever see again.

Powder.

Isha was to thank for that, but she wanted to be like the two of you so badly she’d begged for dyed hair of your hair colors, tattoos or piercings.

Though the piercings were a no go, and so were permanent tattoos, Jinx had…other ways of persuading you.

“If I’d known you were ticklish I’d have said no.” Jinx said, playfully serious as you held Isha between your legs and colored blue clouds that replicated Jinx’s onto the girls back.

Isha laughed at the feeling, trying to squirm away naturally from the cold and ticklish tips of the colorful crayons.

“And…there! How ya like em, kid?” Jinx said, looking over her work on Ishas skin with a smile, as did the little girl.

Isha had a habit of dressing like the two of you, a mixture of the two she idolized.

Isha looked down at her arm, taking a second to admire as her lips parted and she made little sounds of awe.

She then looked up at Jinx, then over her shoulder at you, before grabbing Jinx in a hug and falling back into your chest.

You made a little “oof!” Sound of surprise, before smiling at the sight of your girlfriend so shocked at the hug.

Jinx sat, in the arms of a six year old child, stunned for a moment.

It was like she never got used to be unconditional love Isha so willingly gave her, and you.

Jinx peeked at you for a moment from beside the girls head, and you met her eyes with a little smile.

She slowly settled her hands on Isha’s back, hugging her back as you circled your arms around the two while the moment called for it.

Isha couldn’t have been more elated.

She’d found people that loved her and protected her till the end, and wanted nothing more than to be like you two.

Then came time for the hair.

“Isha! Stop squirming.” You giggled at the little girls excitement, some of the dye getting into your clothes and your own hair as Jinx simply laughed at it.

“Mh-mh!” Isha said defiantly, shaking her head with a laugh as she faced away from the mirror you and Jinx had put her in front of on the stool.

“You’re gonna look so cool kid- well, you’re gonna look like me. I’m pretty cool, aren’t I?”

Jinx said, a small little mix of a smirk and a smile on her lips as she leaned down in Isha’s face and emphasized it with gently wiggling Isha’s nose between her fingers.

Isha nodded in confirmation, looking from Jinx to you with her gapped tooth smile. She grabbed your wrist, a little smile shared between the both of you.

Isha wanted you to know she thought you were just as cool as she thought Jinx was.

You shook your head with a little smile, brushing dye on the girls cheek as she squirmed back, bumping into Jinx’s hip as she laughed.

“Gonna be cooler than me and Jinx, aren’t ya?” You asked, wiggling the girls ear as she gave another bashful smile, and you loved seeing the little tooth gap between her teeth.

Little bits and pieces of Powder you couldn’t deny embedded themselves into the girl. Maybe that’s why it was so easy to love her. Or maybe it was just that.

Because she was Isha.

“Ugh- Isha! You’re getting it on me!” Jinx complained once it was time for the shower and to rinse out her hair.

You laughed at how Isha purposely moved her hair to smack against Jinx’s side, painting it the color of Jinx’s hair with some of yours mixed in.

Isha kept letting out laughs and noises of joy, even as it was time for you to wring out her hair with a towel and make it all puff out.

Isha tried puffing her hair down, squirming as she was made to sit between Jinx’s legs as she brushed out her hair. The little girl had a sensitive and tender headed scalp, so she hated this part.

She kept trying to squirm back to you and away from the brush, but you were to busy putting the little twin braids in the back of her hair from already brushed out pieces.

“Cmon Isha, not sooo bad.” Jinx dragged out, laughing as the little girl huffed in her lap when Jinx accidentally tugged at a knot.

Jinx just grinned, and couldn’t help but look at you beside her.

You couldn’t help but return the grin, tooling over your beloveds face before leaning to press a small kiss against her lips.

Jinx hummed, stopping her movements with the brush as she leaned into the kiss.

For what felt like an eternity of bliss for you, it was two seconds of torture for Isha. She rolled out her tongue in disgust, waving her hands at you and pushing your faces away from each other.

“Hey!” Jinx protested, giving a frown but she knew it wouldn’t last long as she looked at Isha. The mute girl gave a little shrug, pushing the hair ties into your palms.

You giggled at that, and with one last look at jinx, went back to braiding.

It wasn’t long before Isha was done, and sprinting happily to Jinx’s work desk and waiting for you two to reveal the work to her on top of her head.

You watched with Jinx for a moment, waiting before Jinx looked at you with a funny look. You laughed.

“You’re the one who bet her.” You said, giving a look that said “I told you so” to your girlfriend. Jinx rolled her eyes at you, waving her hand.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, toots.” She said playfully before pecking your cheek, getting up to walk over and meet Isha who jumped in place on the back of her heels.

You watched with a smile the whole time as Jinx covered her eyes, and revealed her work.

The smile on Isha and Jinx’s face made everything worth it. Everything that went wrong, everything that went right, everything in your life.

You never wanted to leave this moment.

You wish it lasted longer.

You wish your peace with the two girls lasted longer, before it was taken…before she was taken…