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musingsofahufflepuff · 6 months ago

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Couch Co-op

sub!Mattheo Riddle x gn!reader; smut

summary: your boyfriend mattheo has been gaming all day but you can think of a couple ways to get him to take a break and pay attention to you

a/n: i’m not dead! not an official request, but nonetheless thank you @suugarbabe for (lovingly) pressuring me into writing this. cockwarming ahead, 18+ only below the cut.

Mattheo had been sitting on that couch for damn near 5 hours. The first couple hours, it was fine. You’d had some things to get done and it was nice to have a bit of alone time. But this was getting ridiculous.

So you lean against the doorway where he’s been playing video games, the TV the only light in the room. You open your mouth to say something, but before you can get a word out, he’s growling a string of profanities at the screen and telling off his friends over the headset.

You can’t help but roll your eyes at the—let’s call it what it is—temper tantrum. Stepping into the room, you expect to find him playing a shooter or something but no- it’s Stardew Valley. You shoot him a bewildered look.

He looks up as he notices you enter, pulling his headphones off one ear. “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?”

“What are you doing?” You look between him and the tv.

“Oh, just chatting with the guys,” he shrugs like he wasn’t just berating the game and you assume he’s referring to Enzo and Theo.

You give him an unimpressed look, “for the past 5 hours?” Eyes darting between him and the TV, you continue to question him, “and why are you yelling at Stardew Valley of all things?”

“Enzo.” He says it like that clears anything up.

More bewildered than before, you sit next to him on the couch, hand resting on his thigh.

His attention has returned to the screen in front of him, his character running around a farm on screen with presumably Enzo next to a ruined garden patch. Your hand slides higher up his thigh.

Mattheo keeps his eyes on his game until your fingertips eventually wander to the crotch of his grey sweatpants, ghosting over the fabric. Chewing lightly on your lower lip, you watch as the fabric tents under your touch. His attention is swiftly brought back to you. “Uh, babe-“

One look from you immediately shuts him up.

You palm him through his sweats as you move to kneel down between his legs. He inhales sharply at the sight of you on your knees, his pants tightening under your hand. He breathes out a couple soft curses as you pull at his pants, his hips automatically lifting to let you pull them down.

Mattheo’s cock springs up as soon as it’s released before it’s quickly enveloped by your hand. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle the groan that threatens to escape. Brown eyes are locked on your hand lightly stroking him before they’re snapping up to meet yours at the sound of your voice.

“Don’t mind me, play your game.”

All he can do is give a stiff nod as he blinks rapidly and tries to regain his breathing. His hands shake on the controller.

As he’s struggling to regain his composure, you press your tongue against the base of his cock and lap a line up to the tip. You take a moment to swirl your tongue around it before he’s struggling not to gasp at the stimulation.

Mattheo goes to turn off his mic, but before he can, you grab his wrist. “Keep it on. You can be a good boy and stay quiet for me, yeah?”

He gives you a weak nod, knowing you’ll stop if he refuses. In return, you give an approving kiss to his slit. His hips shake in an attempt to keep still.

Once his eyes are back on the TV your mouth closes around the head of his cock, sucking on it lightly. Giving him one last look, you take him fully in your mouth. You tease the underside of his dick with your tongue the way that always gets him squirming. And squirm he does. His hips shift under you as you notice his breathing pick up.

You pull your mouth off of him and mumble a soft, “good boy.” He struggles not to whimper at the praise.

Giving one last stroke to his now achingly hard dick, you stand up from the floor. His eyes trail over to you as you drop your shorts and you think that he’s going to cum then and there just from the sight of you.

Before he can question what you’re planning, you position yourself on his lap. You take his dick in your hand and guide it to your entrance.

Mattheo’s mouth drops open as you sink down on his cock, your hand coming up to cover it before he can moan into his mic. Brown puppy eyes look up at you as you muffle the soft, needy sound. He reaches up to mute himself.

“I thought you said you could be a good boy?”

His only response is a pathetic little whimper beneath your hand.

“Keep that pretty little mouth shut or I’m gonna have to stop. Wouldn’t want to interrupt you hanging out with the guys,” your tone is slightly mocking in a way that makes him whine quietly, still muffled. “C’mon baby, be good for me.”

You wait for his breathing to regain a more steady rhythm before you flick his mic back on, removing your hand from his mouth.

“Sorry about that, what’d I miss?” You can tell he’s fighting to not let his voice shake as he resumes talking to his friends.

His arms circle around you to hold the controller again and you lean a bit to the side so he can see the television. He jolts almost imperceptibly at the movement, cock twitching inside you.

Settling down against him, you press a light trail of kisses along his jaw to help calm his nerves. Or rile him up further, you don’t particularly care which.

It takes him several minutes to get back into the swing of his game and the moment he does, you shift on his cock. He nearly yelps as his hips jerk at the friction. Giving him an unimpressed look, your hand presses his hips back down against the couch. Your fingers dig into the flesh of his hip lightly as a warning to keep still.

He gives you a wounded puppy look, seemingly holding back a whimper.

You cup his cheek in your hand, lightly caressing his skin before trailing down to his lip. He had bitten down on his lower lip to hold back the whimper, so you gently pull it from between his teeth. Your thumb runs along his lip as he continues to look up at you.

Removing your thumb, you replace it with your lips to capture his mouth in a soft, but hungry kiss. While his mouth is occupied, you lift yourself up a bit before sliding back down. His hands fly up to your hips, gripping them desperately in an attempt to maintain some level of composure. His controller hits the carpet with a thunk.

As your lips move against each other, you slowly rock on his lap. Nails pathetically scrape against your skin. His breathing starts to quicken and before he can get too overwhelmed with need, you break the kiss and halt your movements.

Mattheo already looks like a desperate wreak when you pull back from the kiss. Stifling a laugh, you cup his cheek in your hand and lightly caress his skin. He melts against your touch like a puppy receiving pets. You gently push his head to face the screen and reach down to pick up his discarded controller.

You get comfortable on his lap, dick securely inside of you as you shift to watch him play. Your head drops to his shoulder as his character runs around with his friends.

After a bit of sitting there, listening to one side of his conversation with his friends, you start slowly rolling your hips. You press a series of feather-light kisses to the underside of his jaw, eventually reaching up and turning his mic off.

“You’re gonna sit there and be my pretty toy, okay? No cumming until I say you can, understand?” He nods quickly to your request as you continue, “now tell Enzo and Theo you’ll be back in a few.”

You flick his mic back on for him to tell his friends. Once he does, you pick up the pace with your movements. He sets down the controller to hold onto your hips again, quiet whimpers escaping. “C’mon sweetheart, let me hear your pretty little noises.”

Mattheo doesn’t need to be told twice, head tilting back and moans fall out of his mouth. He thrusts up into you, meeting your bouncing against him.

You grab one of his hands, putting it against you in a silent command for him to help you get off. Like the good boy he is, he eagerly starts working his skilled fingers against you.

“Fuck- such a good boy Matty, just like that baby.”

He moans at the encouragement, working more intently to bring you to the edge. Needy moans fill the room as heat pools in your core. His cock twitches inside you and you can tell he’s desperately trying to hold himself off.

You shift the angle of your riding and after a couple more thrusts you’re finishing on his cock.

He gives you pleading puppy eyes to get to finish as well. You take a moment to pant softly before simply telling him, “beg.”

He whines. “Please, I’ve been good. I did what you told me to, god- fuck, I can’t-“

“Oh you can’t? I think you can. I don’t think you were being very good hiding away in here all day,” you give him a condescending pout.

Mattheo’s eyes widen, “wait- no, please. Please let me.”

You start to pull off him, but the tears starting to well up in his eyes make you pause. That second of hesitation was apparently enough for Mattheo as he snaps his hips up and can’t hold himself back anymore. He finishes inside you with a moan of your name, entire body shaking.

You grip his jaw with your hand, “I don’t remember giving you permission, baby.”

He whimpers in your grip and before he can start mumbling apologies you cut him off, “don’t worry, you’ll make it up to me later.” You then pull off his dick and switch his mic back on.

As you’re pulling your shorts back on you look at him, “enjoy your game, I’m going to our bedroom.”

As you leave the room, you can hear him give his friends a hasty goodbye and fumble to pull his sweatpants up to follow you.

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danzinora-switch · 2 years ago

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This is like... the single most specific thing.

It is perfection.

Thank you.

poor little mikey…

you need to find your own way!

inspired by this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TA_2NXEd3cU

#for CURSING me with this BRILLIANCE #it's so perfect i hate it #i love it so much #it is everything #he just kept on yo-ing #it reminds me of the animated rise vines on YT #op u r amazing #thank you

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fanzou · 9 days ago

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Here's an idea? The OP guys. Sanji, Zoro, Law, (separately, of course) with a reader who has a crush on them, and they KNOW IT. (But nobody else does) So he just messes with her and gets her to blush, as his was of saying that he likes her too.🤭

Big, Fat, Crush

✗ Pairing(s): Zoro Roronoa x Fem!Reader, Sanji Vinsmoke x Fem!Reader, Law Trafalgar x Fem!Reader

✗ Summary: What do they do knowing you have a crush on them?

✗ CW: Reader is wearing a dress in Zoro's first half, Teasing... and it's RUTHLESS, Law makes reader cry but he makes up for it, it gets a little suggestive at the of Sanji's part [Let me know if I missed any]

✗ Total WC: Zoro’s Ver. (1.8K), Law’s Ver. (2.3K), Sanji’s Ver. (1.3K)

✗ A/N: Wow. If you couldn't tell I loved writing this. I didn't intend for it to get so long but here it is! Enjoy love.

ZORO RORONOA

“You want me to get you any more sake, Zoro?”

“Yeah sure, thanks.”

The bar is crowded, but not so much that it was unbearable. You and Zoro found yourselves at the little table across from each other in the very back of the room catching up and debriefing about today’s events. But the day wasn’t so very eventful, otherwise he’d probably be drunk by this point to alleviate and level himself. He liked to really enjoy the end of his day like this. It was a good day.

You were tipsy, but he on the other hand, always held his alcohol well.

“What do you wanna do tomorrow before we leave the island?” You ask him, he liked the silence between you two, even in a rowdy bar, but he didn’t hate when you talked to him either. You asked all the right questions, you weren’t obnoxiously dumb like the rest of the crew, even when you were under the influence.

“Not too sure yet. I didn’t get the time to check out what they had with your excessive clothes shopping.” He says so nonchalantly, taking a sip of the drink you got him.

You pout with your brows furrowed, cute, “I did not buy that many clothes!”

“It probably felt that way ‘cause I was carryin’ the bags all damn day.” He grinned at you, a mischievous one.

You roll your eyes at him, but then giggle into your own drink, “You’re insufferable.”

He doesn’t miss the way you blush at his harmless teasing.

He never does.

So…

You end up a little more drunk than anticipated.

And you can’t for the life of you remember what you did last night. Your head was pounding, like, real life pounding through your skull almost like it was angry at you being so reckless just a few hours ago.

But to your relief, your back on the ship, clothes from last night still on and somewhat in tact— a little wrinkled, and your dress was ridden up a bit more than you were comfortable with. You pull it down immediately in embarrassment. Hopefully Zoro didn’t see that. Anyway, you scope out the girl’s quarters to see that Nami and Robin weren’t anywhere to be seen, and there was none of the usual liveliness in the ship that you knew and loved, no running footsteps, bangs, booms, nothing. Assuming that the green-haired man probably took you back to the ship in your drunken state and took his own personal stroll into the small town at the island, you relaxed.

But you were probably gonna get an earful from the crew since Zoro had a tendency to get lost.

Your shame settles in, and you mentally curse at yourself for being so reckless when the team counted on you for being the more careful one of the two. But something about his energy was so comforting, and you felt so safe around him. The fact that he safely took you back to the ship was living proof of that and you got a little flustered at the thought.

How did he carry you back? Bridal? On top his shoulder? Were you faced forwards or back? Maybe not even carried at all, just arm slung around his shoulder— Whatever the case, the thought of the close proximity made you nervous to think about.

To your astonishment you hear a knock on the door to the shared room. “Come in!” You say, your head immediately punishing you for it.

To your surprise, Zoro opens the door, and comes in. He closes the door before he faces you. “You feelin’ alright? You kinda got a little ahead of yourself.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I have the worst head ache of all time.” Your head is in your hands and your hair looks ten times more disheveled than it did when you woke up. You fight the feeling of discomfort and look up at him through messy stands of hair, “What, you’re not going back to enjoy your time with out me? I wouldn’t be so offended.”

He thinks to himself for a moment,

“I was waiting for you to get up.” His arms are crossed onto his chest now. His words are so effortless when he makes your heart jump.

“Zoro, it’s gonna take me a long time to get ready, how ‘bout you just go on ahead?”

You push away the hair covering your face to get a good look at his; his expression is borderline unreadable. It looks foreign on him.

It was all-knowing, it was up to no good. And you can only imagine what that meant.

“I’ll wait.”

So, Zoro waited the hour and a half for you to get ready, even though it meant that most of the day was already wasted. He insisted on taking you with him to the town you guys went to only yesterday, stating that it was simply because the crew wouldn’t let him hear the end of it had you both separated. It’s funny though, because you could swear that he was moving a bit differently than he was just yesterday. Whether good or bad, it was off-putting nonetheless. You’ve never seen him act this way.

After dabbling in his fair share of store-visiting to try to tie with yours (Spoiler: he did not.), it was already sunset, and he wanted to go to the bar, but you insisted that you didn’t want a repeat of last night. In his surprising obedience, he listened. You did, however, both meet in the middle for a late night food-grab and settled on a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant. You and Zoro quickly ordered and waited for the delicious meals that you knew you both were going to absolutely demolish.

You finally relaxed your form into the seat, taking advantage of the comfort you felt after walking around all day. You hardly exchanged a few words since you got into the restaurant, presumably because of how much time you spent together all day, so it was a surprise when Zoro opened his mouth to finally speak.

“Y’know, you talk a lot when you’re drunk.”

You halt in your comfort, God, you thought he was gonna forget about this already. Zoro teased you a lot but since you got on this island, it’s easily become relentless. And whatever your shenanigans were about last night were ground for it now.

In an effort to move away from the topic, “Hmm… yeah, don’t we all? Amirite? I’ve heard you say some crazy stuff when you were black-out drunk!” You laughed, lightly slapping the table to emphasize how “funny” it was. He seemed unfazed though, if anything, a little more confident in the words he would utter. His head was resting on his on the palm of his hand now, and that same smirk from earlier returned.

“Guessing none of them were love declarations, huh?”

Time stopped, save for your heart dropping down to your asshole.

Your eyes were wide, and you were praying to God that you misinterpreted the insinuation of what he just said.

“W-What do you mean?” He seemed so fascinated by the situation unraveling between the two of you, his grin never faltering. It was shocking, Zoro never really talked this much about nonsense, if you could call it that.

He chuckles at your shock almost sadistically, “You tried kissing my face the entire night and kept telling me how handsome I was, and how much you lo—”

“STOP!” Your hand not so subtly smacks his mouth shut, and the staff gives you both a weird look.

Great, now I’m making it everyone’s business!

You slowly remove your hand and try to avert your gaze elsewhere, while still fending for yourself. “I’m j-just a loving drunk... I-I guess…” The embarrassment is getting to be too much now, and whatever you say at this point is just going to look like a lie, a big fat lie. And you wanna crawl into the nearest hole and die there. How can you even face the crew anymore? How can you look at him in the eye? Where’s the nearest exit so you can just run far, far away from him?! It seems like you’re plotting for the rest of how your life is gonna be from this point on, until he puts an end to your thoughts.

“C’mon woman. Get real. Why don’t you just face up to it? I see the way you look at me all the time. Drunk or not.” Zoro is leaned all the way back in his chair when you look up, his arms are crossed just how they were this morning. And you just want to melt into your chair at this point. Get away from anything and every thing that exists. Especially Zoro, if it wasn’t obvious. “God, you're naive, naive as hell.”

Embarrassment subsided for a moment, you sit there with your brows furrowed, now trying to piece together his new and probably much more embarrassing revelation. “…What? Why do you say that?”

He scoffs at you, “Y’Really gonna make me say it?”

What?

Zoro was never the articulate type and you respected that, but if there was an instance where you really hated his lack of speech; It was now.

For a split second, he looks a little conflicted on what he was going to say next. Like he was fighting the next words to come out of his mouth, his arms twitch a bit and he lets out a little sigh, shaking his head in what looks like defeat. But before you can say anymore; he gets out of his comfortable position, leans toward you and over the small table, grabs your shirt and…

Kisses you.

It was short, but Zoro thought he was going to die inside trying to build up the courage to say I love you instead. And this, this was so much better.

He would’ve mistook you for a tomato across from him when you sit back from his attack on your lips. He’s a little flustered himself, he does well to mask it, but it was worth your reaction. And since it was late at night the restaurant was almost dead at that point, with you both once again, sitting in the very back. So he wasn’t too crazy about who was watching.

“I’m… I… Um…” you’re trying so hard to get your words together. What the hell just happened. “I…”

Before you can say anything, you eat your words again. The server comes with your long anticipated dinner. He chooses to disregard the absolute mess you look, and some of your lipstick on Zoro’s mouth— and puts your food down onto the table.

“Enjoy you two lovebirds! My, what a beautiful couple you both make!”

LAW TRAFALGAR

The Polar Tang was full of energy today. In the dining hall, the crew sat down and talked the night away.

Penguin and Shachi were laughing it up and finding comfort in their drinks, you and Ikkaku talked about personal affairs over the amazing meal you shared, then Bepo joined in and you three all got a little too into some dumb gossip amongst another pair in the crew.

Safe to say everyone was having the night of their life. Something the Heart Pirates couldn’t do a lot.

All except your captain.

Always buried in his books and studies, Law claims that he wish he could have time to spend with you all, blasé blasé bla, but there was always an excuse that was thrown in your faces. Always. You respected his time and effort, it was something that not a lot of people could do.

So that’s why after your conversation with your friends was drawn to an end and they either resorted to drinking with the rest of the crew or just enjoying more talk, you decided to slip away for a moment. You didn’t know what possessed you to do this, (you did, you just wanted an excuse) but you fix up another plate and swiftly make your way towards your captains room. The food was delicious so, why not? What’s the harm?

The closer you got to his door is the more an anxiety rose in your chest, and your hands were getting a little shaky. There was nothing to be nervous about!

Just maybe seeing his handsome face focused so strongly on a certain text, the way his rough, calloused hand grips the pen so gently, or your favorite part— his parted and unbuttoned shirt, where you can see a window of his chest, not a lot but just enough to leave some imagination to how the rest of his tattooed body might look... And you stop yourself for a second, physically and mentally.

I’m being such a pervert right now.

You resume your slow and anything but steady walk to his quarters and you finally meet face to face with the door.

You pull your first up to knock after taking a very deep breath, but before your skin could touch the surface his voice is already urging you to step inside. And so you obey.

Once inside you immediately start to scan the sight before you, and it wasn’t much different from the one you had in your imagination. Of course this meant that you were a bit flustered coming to him, but you manage, “‘Just wanted to drop off some food for you, in case you couldn’t join us tonight.” You say with a little softness in your tone.

“Thank you. You can put it down on my desk.”

And you obey, again. Walking up to his desk full of papers and books, you quickly realize that it was a little messy and not clean enough to set the plate just anywhere, and his hands scramble through the paper to find a place for you to set the plate down until you finally do. Then, another thought emerges from your fantasy world.

“Do you need help organizing your desk, cap? I have some time and I don’t really feel like going to sleep anyways.”

He smiles softly at you and calls your name in a way that you wish you could hear over and over and over again, and he thanks you once more, “You’ve done enough for me tonight. I appreciate it.” You hide your disappointment in his words, but nod and make your way to the door anyway.

You exchanged your good night’s and make your way to your room. And when you fall back on your bed, you take your pillow and scream into it like a crazed schoolgirl in love.

The next morning comes, and you can guarantee that the crew has already started on breakfast. You rub your eyes and start to get cleaned up and fetch a new pair of clothes for the day.

Once you’re all freshen up, you make your way to the dining hall, surprised to hear no ruffling and noise. Maybe everyone was suffering the consequences of last nights drinking challenges, you thought. But even so, it wouldn’t be this quiet.

Your met with Law’s figure in the dining hall and he’s making tea for himself. He notices you, “You’re up really early.”

“Did you even get a wink of sleep?” You say in concern.

He’s silent for a few seconds, and he makes his way to the table to enjoy his freshly brewed drink. “I couldn’t.” Or more like he wouldn't.

You sigh, yup, that was your captain. You thought for a second, thinking about what you could do in order for him to feel better about his own consequences from a lack of sleep. But you know he would just decline most of your suggestions. Instead, you plop yourself in the seat across from him. You both sit in a comfortable silence while you waited for your coffee to be made, and you take a second to scan his tired features.

He does well to hide it in his mannerism, but his face betrays him. You can tell he's deathly tired, and if he let's his eyes close for more than a second you're sure he'd plop right onto the table.

“Take a picture, maybe it’ll last longer.”

You blink, and you blink again. “O-Oh, sorry…” he’s not offended, if anything his face is smug. You’re quick to defend yourself with a little scoff, “Can’t a woman be worried for her captain? You don’t look the best anyway.” You quickly cover your mouth, seriously, how dumb did you have to be?

But he only laughs at your remark, he shakes his head and his smug expression does not leave his face. “It’s a little hard to not point out when you do it all the time.”

“I do not!”

“Do too.”

“I don’t!”

“Don’t what?” Shachi comes into the room completely oblivious to what you guys were bickering childishly about. He’s rubbing his eyes, “Why are you both up so early? Especially you,” he points at you, “You drank a lot.”

You roll your eyes, you hardly drank. And now you were a little embarrassed at his public revelation, (though it was a secret to nobody but Law,) and your face grows a little red.

The rest of the crew gets up one by one and soon enough breakfast is served. You barely pick up your head anymore out of shame of your earlier dispute, if you could even call it that, with your captain. Bepo is talking about something he encountered a while back while on an adventure with Law, usually you’d be invested, but you were far too in your zone.

And so you get up and make your way to your room, the gloominess practically radiating off of you. Your absence is barely noticed due to the focus everyone had on Bepo’s story.

Law notices, though.

He excuses himself and Bepo gets a little upset, but he understands and respects his captain, so he resumes his dramatic story that keeps everyone on the edge of their seat. You, on the other hand, were now face flat on your pillow mumbling self-deprecating comments to yourself after the terrible situation you were just in.

That was so embarrassing. My captain hates me. It’s so obvious. Why do I do this to myself. Why did I think that was okay. I’m going to escape. (You were under water) This is dumb. I’m du—

*Knock Knock*

You lift your head up even though you didn’t want to, “No.” is all you could manage.

“It’s your captain.”

As much as you wanted to tell him to piss off and let yourself drown in the shame you felt, you couldn’t. Because at the end of the day, it was as your captain proclaimed, though you wanted it to be much more, there was nothing you could do. Nothing, especially after today's consequences.

After a bit of hesitance and a lot of hurt in your voice, you tell him, “You can come inside.”

He cracks the door open a smidge to further observe your well-kept room and there you were, lying on your stomach with your arms crossed, face laying against them and your eyes away from his. It wasn’t the most appropriate sight for your captain to walk in on, but you two were close enough for him to get comfortable enough to let the door open and let himself all the way into your room.

He walks towards you and pulls a chair over, turns it around and manspreads against it to take his seat-- and you really wanted to take in the sight completely, but even that wasn’t enough to get your mood back up and running.

“You left.”

“Why do you care?” You turn your head the opposite way facing the wall beside you. Law doesn’t say anything for quite some time and you can almost bet on your tears slipping soon. He was making this so much more worse than it had to be.

He calls your name, and you just wanna melt into the soft fabric beneath you. “Look at me.”

You disobey.

After your reluctance to his order, he draws out a sigh. You always were the most stubborn of the crew. So with this, he thinks long and hard on his next words or actions, and finally lands on one possible outcome.

“You leave me no choice.”

“Wha— Law!” He turns you around by your waist and forces you up with just one hand. Then, before you know it, your body is slung across his broad shoulder while he finds his bicep tight around your thighs. You were facing backwards while he carried you. “Now you’re calling me by name, no captain anymore?" he laughs, "I think I’ve gone too soft on you.”

“What are you doing!?” You say, trying to get out of his grasp, but even with all of your strength, he was no match for you. “Someone will see!”

“No they won’t. I’m taking you to my room.” He opens the door in one swift motion and kicks it in another.

“And you’re not explaining why!” You hit his back in defiance. You were halfway through the corridor to meet his room already, so you just give up.

He takes no time in entering his room, finally putting you down and ordering you to sit on a spare seat in the grand environment. You were insanely nervous at this point, taken aback by his sudden action and the intimacy of it all. He’s peering down at you with a seriousness in his gaze that makes you put your head down in the worst shame you’ve felt since you’ve woken up.

You always thought that maybe, you might have had a chance with him one day. All that was thrown out the window now.

And it's time to swallow your pride. You take a deep breath, and build a whole lot of courage, and:

“I’m sorry, for saying that about you in the dining hall. And getting smart with you. And calling you by your first na—”

“You’re really stubborn, did you know that?”

And there it is, you feel the tears build up once again, and it hurts. Because the firmness in his voice is always the same. So demanding and... so difficult for you.

“And I don’t know why I’m attracted to you. I don’t understand why I tolerate the things you do.”

You start crying now, because you don’t know what else to do. You don’t know the sincerity of his words, and you hold yourself in the chair that you sat on, trying your best to look away from him.

He walks towards you and gets on his knees in front of you, It was a little bit of a blow to his own pride, and it wasn’t something he would do for anyone else at all. But you were different. You’re still crying and you weakly try pushing him away and looking to the side and the new guilt starts to form itself inside of him, but he insists that he stays where he is. He’s whispers an I’m sorry before his hands find solace on your jaw while both of his thumbs wipe your tears away. You look down at him with the most beautiful eyes he’s seen, your gaze softens at him and your crying calms down a little bit seeing that he wasn't so serious anymore, but instead his expression was a little desperate.

-- He’s still got a lot to make up for, and he knows now was not the time to press you on anything else— there was nothing to press anyways. You were perfect, in every aspect of the word. He just enjoyed the idea of teasing you, not anyone else, but he took it too far.

When he was sure that you were more comfortable in his arms, he pulled you down and pushed the chair away. He takes you in his embrace and whispers his apologies into your ear so genuinely.

“This wasn’t the way I thought this would go.” He lets the thousandth sigh out of his mouth today. You look into his eyes with a questioning expression, “I mean that, I fucked it up.”

It was your turn to feel guilty again, but you were tired of words.

You just take his face in your hands just as he did not so long ago, and you both look at each other for a moment. His eyes look to your lips for a second, and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought he was just as eager as you, maybe he was. His lips inch towards yours and they take no time in meeting.

It’s slow, soft, sensual. And it takes a while for your mouths to part. When they do, all you can do is stare at each other.

You finally breathe, “Okay,” you face turns to the side to escape his beautiful one.

“Maybe all of that was pretty worth it.”

SANJI VINSMOKE

You’ve been avoiding Sanji all week.

And he can’t decide if he should talk to you about it or not, he’s leaning more towards the latter, just because he’s too into the nervousness that suddenly appears on your face when you’re in close proximity. Then; you’re scrambling to the nearest door and half-assing an excuse about where you need to be or what you need to do.

He personally loves when it’s breakfast, lunch, or dinner and he gets to not only cook your favorite meals and you can’t escape him, otherwise the crew would immediately worry for your absence. He also enjoys how embarrassed you get when you can feel him staring at you. Alas, he can’t stand the inability to talk to you and be in your unwanted presence anymore, he needed to make his move on you quick.

You see, earlier this week a battle occurred between you, Sanji, and an enemy that threatened the Thousand Sunny.

You and Sanji had both agreed to guard the ship while the rest of the crew had prepared their own duties on the foreign land, he insisted that there would be no good food supply and there was already enough stocked up from the last. It was a no-good devil fruit user, who wielded the ability to make its opponent confess a super big secret, to then throw them off completely, and defeat them. It was like a weak spot-- psychological warfare more so. And… he got you.

Can you guess what your secret was?

For certain, the devil fruit did its magic. And Sanji was surely taken aback, but adamant on defending the ship and more importantly, you, he did his part and tried with all his might to fight the bad guy off and made a mental note to immediately come find you afterwards.

You were close to passing out from shock after the bewildering confession, but when you came to, the blonde sat right beside you in a shit-eating grin, “So… you’re crushin’ on me, princess?” And you wanted to pass out again, but instead you just run for the ship and locking yourself in your room, ignoring his pleas to come back and talk about it.

Ever since that day, the atmosphere between you two had been a bit awkward. Conversations weren't as light and smooth, you tried finishing your food as fast as possible and managing a quick thank you before making a bee line to the girls room, and most importantly— everyone took notice of how distant you got from Sanji.

Usopp fell victim to the awkward encounters more often than the rest, and it was safe to say they were getting on his last nerve now. "Whatever you did, you should apologize, man!" He pats his back as a sign of encouragement. And for a second it almost felt like you and him were a married couple having problems, it brought a smile to his face.

Not to worry, he had a plan.

You joined Robin in a comfortable silence below the deck, praying to the heavens you wouldn’t hear from the blonde cook while the sun set so beautifully. Your original ploy was to just act like it never happened, but anytime you saw him it was like re-imagining the entire scenario over and over again.

Your head is hanging off the chair while you doze off and Robin is reading her book— appreciating your silence, the weather was just a little windy and the sky had a nice orange and red gradient to it. The waves were crashing against the boat but it wasn’t overbearing, it was just fine.

You asked Robin to read her book out loud, even though you weren’t following the storyline, you found comfort in her melodic voice and how softly she read it and sure enough she would be lulling you to sleep soon.

But before you could finally reach sleep like you intended, there’s a presence you can sense, and Robin puts her beautiful voice to a halt. You don’t want to open your eyes but it almost seems like you have to.

And you immediately regretted it.

Above you was Sanji. “Hi.”

“Sanji!” He moves a little back from you, and you straighten your posture, wide awake. “I was just leaving actually, I have to clean the girls room! I lost a bet a while back. So… I’m gonna go do that.”

“I don’t think that bet ever happened but, I’m not entirely opposed to you doing that for us.” Robin says smugly. You loved her but the betrayal on your face spoke volumes in that moment.

You’re already defeated and you’re trying to muster up another shitty excuse, “We can’t delay this anymore than we have.” He takes your hand and you can only burn eyes at the skinship. You’re lightheaded again, just like that day you confessed.

And he drags you into the kitchen with him before you can defy him a hundred times over, he locks the door to slow down your escape, and if anyone came in on the two of you.

He finally turns around to look at you with the most frustrated expression littered all over his face.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He asks you in desperation, and you kinda wanted to slap him out of your own mixed emotions, because it was pretty obvious as to why. He catches on shortly after, “Okay, scratch that. Why is it necessarily a bad thing that you have feelings for me?”

“Please Sanji, let’s just forget about i—”

“How do I forget something like that? Why are we holding this off? Are we just never gonna talk about it?” You sense some repressed anger boiling up inside of him, and to tell the truth you’ve never seen him speak to any woman like this, so raw and nothing to hold back. “Listen, the cat’s out the bag, right? What’s the point in hiding it if we both feel this way about each other?”

…

“You… felt the same way… and you’re just now telling me this?” You walk towards him, he looks away in shame.

“It’s not about how you feel towards me, I’m just not worthy of you. I don’t deserve you.” You push him out of sheer frustration, and he just lets you.

Sanji assumes you’ll just use him as your personal punching bag at this point with the amount of self-deprecating thoughts he’s already throwing at himself in his head, but all of them were replaced once you took him by the shoulders and pulled him into a powerful kiss. He was in shock, but he quickly melted into it, grabbing you by both sides of your face, and you pull away.

“All you did was tease me and taunt me and put me over the edge these past few days, for what? Just to reveal that you wanted me too?” You scoff, but your lips betray you. You lean back into the kiss and it’s so much more passionate than before. His hands find comfort in your hips.

After the kiss got a little too passionate, and Sanji already making his move on your neck, you all but gave into him. So willingly.

“You locked the door, right?” You ask.

He grins into the quick kiss, excited by your insinuation, “Yeah.”

meanwhile, on the deck

Chopper quickly becomes your replacement for Robin, although not as quiet, she does equally enjoy her time with you both.

Choppers stomach gives him away, “Robin, I’m hungry. Do you know if Sanji’s making dinner soon?”

Robin smirks, and pats Chopper on the head.

“He’s busy with something right now, I think it would be best if we didn’t bother him, either.”

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skipper19 · 1 year ago

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Imagine this..

Gojo absolutely loves the look of his pregnant wife wobbling around the home. He loves it a lot more than he thought he would. Gojo takes so many pictures of you. From the day of the big news, all the way to today.

"Satoru sto-Op!" You squeaked and giggled as you spoke. "I am allowed to dote on my pregnant wife, thank you very much." His low voice spoke very smugly into your ear. Despite your outward complaints, you still looked to the phone sitting on the kitchen counter and smiled. You blinked when the flash went off, and you rubbed your eyes.

"You take too many pictures of me.." You grumble. "Especially when I look like shit." You pouted and rested your hand on your swollen stomach. Gojo gasped and put a hand to his chest. "Shit? You're the most gorgeous woman I have ever met," He leans now and cups your jaw in his hands. "Especially in the mornings." He whispered softly before kissing you. You smiled into the kiss and felt your shoulders relax.

"Mm..if I wasn't already pregnant, I would drag you to bed until I am.." You mumbled happily against his lips. Gojo snickers and rolls his ocean eyes. "Keep talking like that, and I will drag you back to bed, despite already being pregnant." He smirked with lidded eyes. "Even if I'm 5 months pregnant?" You whispered. "Especially when you're 5 months pregnant." He pulled you into a passionate kiss after the words left his lips.

You both didn't leave the bed again until 6 pm.

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Gojo hurriedly washed his hands and ignored grabbing paper towels as he left, deciding to wipe his wet hands off on his pants instead. He was in too much of a rush to care anyway. His pregnant wife was all by her lonesome in the grocery store as he dealt with his bladder problem. He hated to leave you alone. He hated leaving you alone around other people even more.

Gojo sensed your cursed energy in the nearest aisle and quickly returned by your side. He smiled when he spotted you looking at the baby shoes that were huddled in a small pile on the corner of the shelf. Gojos eyes glanced to the clearance sign above the shelf and playfully rolled his eyes. "Didn't I say I wanted our baby girl to have the best quality clothes? Why are we in the clearance section?" He playfully scolded as he leaned his shoulder against the shelf with the shoes.

"Well, I remember saying that it doesn't have to be expensive, as long as it looks adorable on our baby boy." You retorted with a sly smile. Gojo huffed and shook his head. "Our baby girl has the best, strongest, and wealthiest father in all of Japan. I think she deserves to be spoiled." He crossed his arms, making you glance at the faint sight of his veins popping out. Amusement laced his eyes behind the dark shades adorning his handsome face.

"And I think our baby boy will care nothing about being spoiled, as long as it's comfortable." You shot back and quickly looked back down to the pair of shoes in your hand. Gojo felt his heart leap when you placed the boy shoes in the shopping cart before reaching back onto the shelf and grabbing a feminine pair of shoes as well. Gojo pushed himself from the shelf and walked behind you to wrap his arms around your growing belly.

"You are going to be an amazing mother." He whispered softly into your ear. Heat rose to your cheeks, and you smiled bashfully. "You think so?" You placed your hands onto his. "I really do."

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It didn't take long for Gojo to realize you weren't in bed with him any longer. He was normally hyper aware when you would leave the warmth of his arms at night, but he had been even more of a light sleeper after you hit your 7 month mark.

Gojo didn't want to think of what he would do if something had happened to you.

He threw the covers off of himself before leaving the inviting warmth of the sheets. He quickly makes his way to the kitchen, only to find you quietly sitting at the marble island in the center of the room. You were minding your business as you nibbled away at your odd snack, a soft tune playing from the radio nearby. Gojo always insisted on buying speakers. That way, he could blast music from the TV, but you denied him every time. You always said that the radio was much better.

Gojo sighed and quietly walked up to you, his eyes grazing over your plump form. He couldn't help but smirk. You just looked so lovely as you sat there, munching away on your food, his shirt barely covering your body. Gojo was head over heels in love with you, that was obvious.

"Sneaking away from me just to get you a snack? How rude." Gojo softly said as he pouted. You jumped as his arms snaked around your body. You swatted at his muscular arms and shot him a glare over your shoulder. "Dont sneak up on a pregnant lady! You nearly made me drop my pickles.." You mumbled. Despite your annoyance, your body still leaned back to relax against his warm chest.

Gojo glanced at the food in your hands and resisted the urge to shiver. Pickles and marshmallows. "Mm, I wouldn't want to have to throw that snack away.." You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm and plopped the pickle and mini marshmallow in your mouth. "Shuddup."

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"You're doing so good, baby, just a few more pushes." Gojo encouraged you with soft spoken words and swift fingers caressing your hair. You wanted to yell at him to just shut up, but the pain you were feeling inhibited anything other than pained sounds.

Gojo hated seeing you in so much pain. Especially when he couldn't do anything to quell it. "Just one more push." The doctor said. If it weren't for the situation, Gojo knew better than anyone how embarrassed you would be right now. He leaned down closer to your ear. "One more push, sweetheart, and then we can meet our beautiful baby." He whispered softly. You gripped his hand tighter, thankful that his infinity was lowered, his touch grounded you. It kept you sane on a normal day, and you needed him more than ever right now.

"I can't.. I can't!" Your voice was hoarse and weak as you sobbed aloud. Gojo shook his head and kissed your temple, his lips resting against your skin as he spoke. "Yes, you can. I know you can. You're strong, the strongest woman I have ever met, I know you can do this." His words replayed like a symphony. You can do this. You are strong. You can do this. For your baby.

One final push, followed by a shout of pain, led to the cries of your baby echoing in the room. Gojo smiled and gulped down his nerves as he watched the nurses take away his baby to be cleaned.

You weren't in the same condition.

Your ears rang as your head pounded. You know your baby was finally delivered, so why couldn't you hear them? Your glazed eyes panicked to search the room for your child. "Sa-satoru?" Your voice weakly called out. His ocean blue eyes cast down to your face to see the concern and tears. His hand moved from your hair to your face as he wiped away your tears and tilted your gaze to meet his.

"I can't hear them crying. Are they okay?" You hiccuped. Gojos eyebrows furrowed slightly, yet he kept a warm smile on his face. "They are fine, don't worry." He reassured and kissed your sweaty forehead. His eyes glanced to the doctor, only to see a reassuring smile sent back his way. "It's normal for the mother to be disoriented after giving birth. It's a lot of strain on her body." The doctor said quietly.

Gojo sighed and briefly closed his eyes as his lips lingered against your forhead. His attention was directed to the nurse as she walked back with a small bundle in her arms. "Mrs. Gojo," the nurse called softly. Your eyes fell to her, then the bundle of life in her arms. A wobbly smile formed on your lips as you weakly reached out your arms for your baby. The moment the baby was rested against your chest, tears fell from your eyes like a waterfall.

Gojo couldn't help but tear up.

"It's a boy." The nurse spoke up. You tearfully giggled and gently ran your finger over your baby's cheek. "My baby boy.." You mumbled, a soft kiss landing on his head.

After a few moments of skin to skin contact and appreciation, you looked to Gojo. He didn't need you to say a word. He eagerly held his arms out for you to gently place his baby boy in his warm hold. On instinct, the man handled his son with nothing but gentle touch. You just knew he was going to be an amazing father. "God, look at you.. beautiful, just like your mama.." He cooed. You rested your hand on his arm. "Handsome, just like his daddy." You whispered with droopy eyes. He shakily sighed.

This is his family.

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"Thank you.. Thank you so much." Gojo mumbled into your ear. Your mind, despite being fogged, was able to register his words. "F-for what?" You gasped, your nails drawing blood from his pale skin. "For giving me a family." His words reverberated in your spine, causing your ears to tingle and your eyes to close in pleasure.

"I want to be selfish.." He spoke again. His movement picked up speed, quickly sucking the words from your throat. "I want one more. Give me one more -please baby, just one more.." But Gojo has always been a greedy man. One was never enough, and you knew this all too well.. "Please~" He begged, almost pathetically. You moaned aloud and grasped his face in your hands, pulling his lips to your own from where they once were on your neck.

"Give me it, Satoru.. give it to me."

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bybobbysbeard · 6 days ago

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To Be Parted

Day 4 for @bucktommyfluffebruary: clingy boyfriends read on ao3 read other days here

“EVAN!��

The shout rings out, louder than the hubbub surrounding the IC tent. A few heads turn. Buck is leaning on Eddie at the edge of the ruckus while Chim reports to Captain Mehta. At the familiar sounding voice, he jerks upright and spins towards the call. He turns a little too fast, and the world lurches sickeningly, but Eddie’s there, grabbing his arm and keeping him from toppling over. They both scan the crowd.

“Was that…?” Eddie murmurs through his split lip.

The sea of first responders and injured civilians part, a wave cresting in front of some unseen force. A tall, turnout-covered form pushes its way through and heads towards the vehicles. A helmeted head turns back and forth, searching the crowd of firefighters. Buck feels his mouth drop open. It’s Tommy. He’s frantic. Shouldering people out of the way as he moves towards where the ambulances are lined up. Buck’s never seen him like this, his boyfriend is usually so controlled in public, so deliberate in his movements. Nerves and something like desperation pool in his stomach.

He takes a step forward, Eddie at his back.

“Tommy!”

Tommy whips around, eyes zeroing in on the two of them. His face is pale and drawn. He seems to freeze for a second, cataloging the scrapes, the half dried blood, and their dusty turnouts. In the next blink he’s rushing forward, ripping his helmet off as he weaves around people and equipment. Buck doesn’t get another word out before nearly three hundred pounds of man and firefighting gear are wrapping him up in a tight hug. Eddie fumbles with the helmet shoved carelessly into his arms.

The hug hurts. Fresh bruises ache at the pressure. He holds on just as tight. Tommy ducks his head, pressing his nose under Buck’s jaw and cupping the back of his head, squeezing their skulls together. He can feel one of the butterfly bandages on his temple split, a tiny release of pressure followed by the warmth of fresh blood on his skin.

Buck doesn’t give a shit. Tommy’s here, somehow, breathing heavily into the space between them. They’ve run into each other on calls before, but never like this. Never when Buck’s been hurting, when he can’t escape this wicked vertigo, this sense of the earth undulating wildly beneath his feet. The pounding in his skull beats a horrible counterpoint to the shaking in his limbs as the excess adrenaline works its way through his system. He can still feel the stairwell crumble around them, see the strobing of the flickering exit sign though the dust raining down. His hands remember the coarse fabric of Eddie and Chim’s turnouts as he shoved them bodily down the last flight; Eddie cursing when he stumbled and hit the ground and Chim flinching as debris showered over them.

The heaving concrete under his hands and knees as he tried to shield them both.

Tommy is far more solid under his fingers, and he’s warm.

Living, breathing, proof of life.

Eddie sighs, overdramatized, but he's smiling. “Hi Tommy, nice to see you. Didn’t know you were on ground ops today. No, no, don’t let me interrupt this reunion. It’s been, what, 12 hours since you last saw each other? Tragic. Anyways, how are you? I’m good. Average Tuesday, you know how it is. Nearly got flattened by five hundred tonnes of luxury car parking garage, but made it out with just a few bruises. Partially thanks to your boyfriend, who got us down to the first floor before getting his bell rung by a chunk of concrete as big as your head. Did you know, this is the third helmet he’s cracked this year?”

Buck jerks his head up to glare at Eddie, but the sharp movement makes him nauseous. His stomach rolls. He squeezes his eyes shut and breathes deliberately through his nose, clutching at Tommy’s jacket. When he can open his eyes without wanting to vomit all over his boots, he finds Eddie and Tommy watching him carefully.

“I-I’m good.”

“Jesus Christ, kid. You scared the hell out of me.” Tommy hugs him again, gentler this time. “Sorry Eddie. I’m happy to see you too. I wasn’t expecting to be on the ground today either. Was just finishing up some paperwork with the probie when the 4-alarm call came in, so we loaded up. The 217 is over on the far side of the lot, we were moving cars to get the ladder trucks closer. Heard the supports going, saw the top floors come down.” He pauses. Swallows. He’s still pale, sweat beading at his temple. Those ocean eyes trail up to the blood sluggishly starting to drip down Buck’s temple. A gloved hand reaches up, but stops a few inches from his skin.

“I heard Bobby on the radio. Calling for your check-ins. I didn’t… I just started running.”

Buck grabs that hovering hand and presses the palm to the side of his face. His gloves are rough, peppered with grit. But it helps with the dizziness, an anchor tethering him to Tommy. “We all got out. I’m fine.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Buck, you are decidedly not fine. You have a concussion, I know you’re bruised all to hell, and now you’re bleeding again. The only reason you’re not going to the hospital is because Hen and Chim looked you over, and I know you didn’t lose consciousness. You’re going home as soon as one of us can leave the scene.”

“I can take him. My shift ended 5 minutes ago.” Tommy starts undoing his turnouts, trying to dig out his phone. He keeps one arm around Evan’s waist; he's as reluctant to be parted as Buck.

Finally done with the IC, Chim spots them and jogs over. “Tommy! Didn’t expect to see your handsome face today. All good with the 217?”

Tommy looks up after sending off a quick text to his captain and pulling up the Uber app. “You know me Howie, I never miss an opportunity to watch a bunch of Teslas get pancaked. And since I’m here, I’m going to take Evan home.”

“Well that's convenient timing. Aww Buck, you popped a Steristrip. I left you alone for five minutes! Come on, come on, back to the ambulance. I’m sure Hen’s finished with that fracture by now. You guys didn’t have to wait, I know you already gave your reports.” He eyes the way Buck leans into Tommy. “And you should have been resting. Between that and the self-sacrificing heroics, you’re in for one hell of a ‘I’m not mad just disappointed’ face from Bobby.”

Buck wrinkles his nose in displeasure. He looks up at Tommy. “Think we can sneak out of here and avoid that?”

“Absolutely not. But I will hold your hand through the whole lecture you’re about to get.” Tommy leans in, pressing chapped lips to his dirty forehead.

“I’m not ready to let go of you yet.”

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