#to the anon that requested this you are so precious tysm
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lgbtqtext · 3 months ago
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cinnamorollcrybaby · 1 month ago
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Hello love!! How are you doing? 💕
I LOVE your works so much!! You are so amazing and talented!! I wanted to thank you for writing the 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 cursed technique Nanami fic, and especially not judging me for it 🫶🏽. I don’t know you but you seem like such a nice and cool person, with that being said… I was thinking about a fic I saw where Saturo Gojo got his wisdom teeth removed and he falls in love with you over again and I thought that would ADORABLE but with Kento 😭 (also I can’t remember who wrote the fic to give credit sorry) So like yeah Nanami would get his wisdom teeth removed and you’d take care of him and he would be such a charming man (he already is) but like just the most fluff thing he’d be like “you’re a very beautiful nurse” “I’m not a nurse but thank you” you feel me? Anyways that was it lol
Much love and take care!! 💗💗
(I don’t know what anon is 😅 is it like your followers cause I see request and people ask if they can be added as anon and I’m like so confused)
You’re my…. my wife?
Tags: Nanami x fem!Reader, established relationship, crack, fluff, suggestive at the end.
An: Hey Anon! Tysm for requesting again. I’m glad you liked the freaky energy fic!! Also, ofc I’ll never judge you for any fic idea (as long as it’s not like straight up deplorable with nasty kinks).
I hope it’s okay, but I changed this fic idea a little because I fear it was a bit too close to the original creator’s idea, and I don’t want to encroach on their idea. However, I hope the vibes are still there that you wanted!!
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Your normally strong, doting, intelligent husband has been reduced to a confused mess. Lying in the bed in the sterile infirmary, Shoko carefully monitors his vitals while Satoru recites exactly how it all happened for the nth time.
Your loving, sweet, charming husband was hit with a very specific cursed technique while he was out on a mission with Gojo. Luckily, he was physically unharmed and mostly mentally unharmed as well… except the cursed technique is one that messes with the memory.
The curse didn’t just want to kill Nanami; it wanted to break him. The curse robbed Nanami of his memory of his most precious moments: the one’s that included you.
His hazel eyes scanned the room, wondering why everyone was making such a big fuss over him. He was fine - really.
You sat beside his hospital bed, wanting to hold his hand, but you didn’t want to overwhelm him. Shoko said that his mind may be a bit fragile after having such a crucial part of his memory tampered with.
When his hazel eyes met yours, Nanami stared at you for a moment before shifting in his bed slightly. He looked to be uncomfortable with your sheer presence, which only broke your heart more.
“Were you hit with the cursed technique too?” He finally speaks, looking over at you with a bit of a confused look. He was really trying to piece together why you were here with him.
“Oh, um… no..” You quietly respond with a forced smile. Your heart longed for your husband, and he was right here but he wasn’t your husband.
“Forgive me… Are you Shoko’s apprentice..?” He tries once again to remember. He’s seen your face before. Maybe in a different lifetime.
Satoru and Shoko are silent as they both witness what’s going on between you and Nanami. Holding their breaths, they’re hopeful that he’ll regain his memory at some point. The curse couldn’t just extract memories. As Shoko explained it, the curse probably just kept the memories hidden from Nanami. Your husband will probably slowly start to remember you over time.
“No… I’m not Shoko’s apprentice.” You politely answer again. As bittersweet as this is, it’s certainly a cute scene to see Kento trying to make conversation with you.
“Hm.” He hums to himself quietly before he gazes at you again. His hand combs through his hair, trying to fix it up from lying in the hospital bed, and Satoru quietly snickers.
“Trying to look good for her, Nanamin?” He teases lightheartedly, earning a death glare from your husband. You softly giggle too, realizing what’s going on. Your poor husband isn’t uncomfortable with your presence. He’s nervous.
“Don’t be crude, Satoru. There’s a lady in the room.” He huffs, shaking his head at Satoru’s audacity.
“Aww, thank you, Nanami.” Shoko grins, subtly playing along with Satoru’s tactic.
“I wasn’t talking about you.” Nanami responds flatly before his eyes shift to you in another “secretive” glance, except everyone notices how he keeps looking at you. Your husband can’t keep his eyes off of you.
“I.. apologize for being a bit forward, but do you think we could…” His eyes flicker down to the wedding band that’s proudly sat upon your finger. His face subtly drops to a disappointed look. “Ah, I see. forget what I was saying.”
Shoko and Satoru are nearly losing it. The irony that Nanami is disappointed that he can’t ask you out because you’re married to him is hilarious. You give them a look, and they both quickly excuse themselves from the room, so they can go laugh together.
Once the two are finally out of the room, you smile softly before placing your hand over your husband’s, using your thumb to gently stroke the back of his hand. He looks at you with an unsure look, but he doesn’t remove his hand. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows harshly.
“If you were my wife, I wouldn’t like you touching another man like that…” He mutters quietly, causing you to softly giggle.
“Well, it’s a good thing I am your wife.” You finally reveal to him, unable to keep the secret any longer.
Nanami’s eyes widen, and he looks at you with sparkling eyes but also utter confusion written all over his face. His heart is racing in his chest. The heart monitor starts to beep at a more pressured pace. The pretty woman that has been sitting next to him is his wife…?
“You’re my… my wife?” He asks quietly.
“Mhm.” You hum in agreement before lacing your fingers with his. Your wedding band rubs against his. Both of the gems were cut from the same diamond. His eyes then focus on the joining of your hands, and he notices it too. “We’ve been married for a few years now.” You explain in a calm tone, trying to ease him into the idea of it all.
“I… I’m sorry… I don’t-“ Nanami is rarely off kilter like this, but he’s just trying to wrap his head around it all. You’re his wife… You’re his wife. “I’m sorry- I just can’t seem to remember…”
“It’s okay, Ken. Take your time.” You encourage as you rub on his hand gently.
His eyes fall to his lap, and a small smile curls on his lips. He may not completely comprehend what’s going on, but he knows in his very soul that he’s the luckiest man alive because you’re his wife.
Watching Ken fall in love with you all over again and rediscover all his daily pleasures was a treat. He slowly regained his memory over time: prompted by his senses randomly picking up on familiar sighs, smells, or even tastes.
Ken didn’t only fall in love with you all over again. He fell in love with the life he cultivated with you again. He found himself laughing a bit harder. He squeezed you a bit tighter. He lounged in bed for an extra ten minutes in the morning time to bask in your presence.
Oh, and that’s not to mention the literal tears he cried the first time he felt your cherished cunt after the incident. The way you squeezed around him so intensely… the way it’s so fucking wet — greedily sucking him in… Goddamn, he’s so lucky to have you.
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josephandrewstarkey · 2 months ago
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Heyyyy ! Could you do Drew and reader first time … after being a couple for like two months?
ofc!! tysm for your request anon!! 💋
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worth the wait
warnings: 18+ minors dni!! smut, cussing
words: 869
❧ drew starkey x reader
It had been two blissful months since Y/N and Drew had started dating, but from the beginning, they had taken things slow. Their relationship had grown from deep conversations and laughter-filled moments into something beautiful and meaningful. Y/N had made it clear early on that she wasn’t ready to rush into anything physical, and Drew had been nothing but understanding, patient, and respectful of her boundaries.
It wasn’t that they didn’t have their moments of closeness—there had been plenty of kisses, late-night cuddles, and the quiet intimacy of just being in each other’s company—but they hadn’t crossed that line yet. There had been no pressure, no rush—just the steady build of trust and connection.
But tonight was different.
Y/N had spent the day preparing, her mind made up. She had gone shopping and picked out something special—lingerie that made her feel confident and beautiful. She wanted to show Drew how much he meant to her, how much she trusted him, and tonight, she felt ready.
As Drew walked into the room, he froze at the sight of her standing there, illuminated by the soft light of the bedside lamp. She was wearing the lingerie, a delicate set of lace that hugged her curves in all the right places. His breath hitched, eyes widening in surprise and awe.
“Wow,” he whispered, stepping closer, his gaze never leaving hers. “You look… incredible.”
Y/N felt her heart race as she smiled nervously, but the warmth in his eyes reassured her. She bit her lip, taking a deep breath before finally saying the words that had been on her mind all day. “I’m ready, Drew.”
His expression softened immediately, any trace of surprise replaced by tenderness. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch as light as a feather. “Are you sure?” His voice was low, full of care and concern.
She nodded, her eyes locked on his. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
Drew’s hand moved to cradle her face, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. “I want this to be perfect for you,” he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. “I’ll go slow. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
Y/N smiled at his words, her heart swelling with even more love for him. “I know. That’s why I’m ready. Because it’s you.”
He kissed her softly then, his lips warm and reassuring. Slowly, they moved toward the bed, and Drew kept his promise—he was gentle, every touch slow and deliberate. He treated her with such care, like she was something fragile and precious, always checking in, making sure she was okay.
Y/n’s hand reached his erection, slowly massaging it. And before she knew it his boxers were off. His thick, long cock springing out, slapping against his stomach. She stared at it— shocked at the sight in front of her.
“Drew. That’s never going to fit.” she mumbled, looking up at him.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make it fit.” he muttered while pressing kisses against her neck, his fingers running through the soft strands of her hair. She moved to take her panties off, she needed him— badly.
“Drew. Please.” she moaned— eagerly waiting for him. He lined his cock at her entrance, rubbing his tip against her clit. Making her cry out. And without warning he pushed into her, his large wood stretching her out.
“fuck, so tight baby” he groaned in her ear, his arms wrapped around her neck as he started pounding in and out of her. He was so rough yet so gentle.
A loud whimper escaped y/n’s throat as he started rubbing her clit. The hand that was just wrapped around her neck was now covering her mouth, muffling any noise as he started pounding harder and harder into her, his hips snapping against her fast and hard enough to bruise.
Her body singing to his tune, as she was driven higher and higher. Each thrust bringing a delicious tension to her. Each string of her body thrumming in perfect time and pitch, getting closer to that breaking point she knew was coming.
Eyes closed to focus on the growing heat. She was surprised when his hand moved to cup her chin and she felt the delicate press of his mouth against hers.
He shoved his tongue into her mouth, it was magical. She ran her hands along his back feeling his strong muscles shift under her touch as he pulled her closer.
It was all too much, and with a strangled shout of his name she fell to pieces. Shaking violently in his arms, the pleasure drowning everything. As she felt him stutter to a halt, he quickly pulled his cock out as he released all over her stomach.
“fuck” he moaned as he fell on top of her. Their breaths mingling together— his face pressed into her hair, soft words of love being murmured as his breathing began to slow.
Afterward, they lay together in the quiet, Drew’s arms wrapped securely around her. He kissed the top of her head, pulling her close. “I love you,” he whispered into her hair.
Y/N smiled, her heart still fluttering. “I love you too.”
And in that moment, as they lay in each other’s arms, Y/N knew that waiting had been worth it. Drew had made their first time together everything she had hoped for—and more.
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shizuturnspages · 15 days ago
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Hii Love your yan works!! Wondering if I could request a scenario where darling(gender neutral would be great<3) , utterly frustrated, just snaps. Angry, maybe a bit violent (telling the yan/char off too) and their reactions to this. the sumeru boys if you could :) (sethos included ofc) tysm!!
(alsoo can I be 🐲anon :D, if u don't have like an anon system it's finee)
Ofccc
I tried my best to portray a frustrated darling. Here it is:
Alhaitham
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Alhaitham is never caught off guard—until now. He’s always so sure of his logic, so convinced that his calm reasoning will sway you. And yet, here you are, snapping like a live wire, anger blazing as you tell him off for treating you like some part of a research project he’s working on.
“I am not one of your little experiments, Alhaitham!” You slam your hands on the desk, making every paper, every precious note he keeps meticulously organized, scatter.
Alhaitham’s reaction? He raises an eyebrow, that usual collected look faltering for a second. “Your outburst is…unexpected,” he says slowly, like he’s still processing this glorious rage you’re unleashing on him.
But you’re not backing down. “You think you know everything about me, huh? As if watching me like some science project gives you the right to dictate my life! Well, newsflash, it doesn’t.”
He just blinks at you, taking in the harsh words. And—damn it—he seems intrigued. Almost like he’s analysing you, savouring every bit of this rare outburst. When you’re done, breathing heavily, he gives a soft chuckle, leaning closer. “If I didn’t care about you,” he murmurs, eyes gleaming with something dark, “I wouldn’t bother trying to understand you so thoroughly. But, please, go on… I’m listening.”
The soft, gentle way Tighnari usually approaches everything takes a sharp turn when you finally reach your boiling point. He’s been hovering again, watching you like a hawk, questioning your every move, worrying over every detail. You’ve had enough.
Tighnari
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“Stop! Just stop!” you shout, pacing in frustration as you wave your arms in the air. “I don’t need your constant surveillance, Tighnari! I’m not some fragile thing you have to keep an eye on every second!”
Tighnari blinks in surprise, his typically calm expression faltering. He doesn’t know how to respond at first, clearly caught off guard by your sudden outburst. “I… I was only trying to help. You’ve been acting strange lately, and I—”
“Strange?” you cut him off, glaring at him. “I’m not strange, I’m frustrated! You make me feel like I’m one step away from breaking at any given moment, always hovering, always watching. I’m fine, Tighnari! Stop treating me like I’m about to fall apart!”
His ears twitch as he processes your words, the warmth in his eyes turning into something more intense. His lips part, and for a moment, he looks like he’s about to apologize, but then his eyes narrow, a defensive streak flaring up.
“Maybe I’m just trying to care for you,” he says quietly, but there’s an edge to his tone now. “If you’d let me, I could help you. I just want to make sure you’re okay. I hate seeing you like this.”
“I don’t need your help, Tighnari!” you snap, throwing your hands up in frustration. “I’m not some project for you to fix! You don’t get to decide what’s best for me!”
Tighnari sighs, rubbing his temple with one hand. “I get it, okay? But you’re not leaving me any choice, are you?” His voice softens, but there's a steely undertone now. "I won't stop looking out for you, whether you want it or not."
Your frustration with Kaveh’s relentless, overbearing affection reaches a boiling point. He’s been fussing, hovering over you like you’re some delicate object that needs his constant attention.
Kaveh
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“Back off, Kaveh! I’m not some fragile doll you can keep wrapped around your finger!" You yell at the top of your lungs as you shove him away from you.
Kaveh stumbles back, taken aback by the force in your words, his usual confident swagger faltering for the first time. His eyes widen in shock, and his lips part as if he's about to apologize—but then the sheer intensity of your anger seems to hit him like a wave.
"Wait, what?" he stammers, trying to make sense of your outburst. He looks around, as if hoping the room itself will offer some kind of explanation. "I—I thought I was doing the right thing! I just... I care about you! I didn’t think you’d—"
“Care about me?!” you interrupt, voice dripping with sarcasm. “You think coddling me, making every decision for me, is love? You’re just trying to keep me on a leash, Kaveh. That’s not love, that’s control!”
Kaveh’s expression falters, hurt flashing across his features before it’s replaced with frustration. He takes a step forward, voice trembling slightly but with a hint of defensiveness. “I never meant it like that! I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I never—”
“You never thought!” you retort, your chest heaving as you struggle to contain the rage. “You never thought about what I want, what I need! You just assumed you know best. You’re suffocating me!”
Kaveh’s face softens, the hurt in his eyes giving way to guilt, but there’s still a spark of stubbornness left. “I... I never wanted to hurt you,” he mutters quietly, looking down, his shoulders slumping. “I just wanted to protect you from... from the world.”
But you’re done being patient. “I don’t need your protection, Kaveh! I need my freedom. And if you can’t give that to me, then maybe we shouldn’t be doing this at all.”
He looks crushed, but there’s something behind his eyes now—regret, yes, but also a deeper, more possessive undercurrent. He takes a slow breath, standing straighter, as if bracing himself. “If it comes to that… I guess I’ll just have to remind you how much you need me,” he says quietly, almost dangerously. His words hang in the air, a silent threat, but for a brief second, you see the raw emotion behind them.
For all Cyno’s jokes and smirks, you finally reach your limit. He’s always around, hovering like a shadow with that damn teasing grin. And for once, you just want him gone.
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“I’m done, Cyno!” you yell, voice thick with anger. “Just stop with the jokes, stop with the games, and stop watching me like a hawk! I don’t need a babysitter.”
He freezes mid-step, his grin gone, replaced by a serious expression that’s almost unreadable. “It was never about babysitting,” he says quietly, his eyes narrowing. But you’re past the point of caring. “No, it’s about you wanting control, Cyno. You need to know everything—where I am, who I’m with—you don’t own me!”
The tension in the room rises, and he watches you carefully. “Control isn’t the issue,” he finally says, his voice softer than you expect. “But I won’t apologize for making sure you’re safe.” He steps closer, his hand lingering by your shoulder, almost hesitant. “But,” he adds, leaning down to meet your gaze, “if you really feel that strongly about it, make me leave.”
With Sethos, it’s not just overprotection; it’s the possessive need to have you near, almost like a shadow clinging too close. He’s silent, watching, trailing after you with that unnerving devotion that makes it impossible to breathe sometimes. And today, you’ve had enough.
Sethos
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“Will you just… back off for one damn minute, Sethos!” you shout, your patience snapping like a twig.
Sethos, unbothered, simply tilts his head, that cryptic, soft smile unfaltering. “Why should I? If I give you space, you’ll just wander off where I can’t protect you.”
You can feel yourself shake with frustration. “I don’t need protecting! And I sure as hell don’t need you lurking around every corner!” You take a step forward, jabbing a finger at him, your voice dangerously low. “Do you even get how suffocating you are?”
His smile wavers—just a flicker—and his eyes darken. He steps closer, a shadow casting over his expression. “Suffocating?” he whispers. “No, love… I’m keeping you safe. But if it’s suffocating you… well, that’s just unfortunate.” His fingers brush your cheek, cold, and possessive. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
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bitchimasnake-sss · 3 months ago
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hiii this is the anon that requested part two and i return begging for part three of tennis! zoro.
ahem.
PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE
thanks for coming to my tedtalk! :)
in all seriousness though i would love to see a part 3 and definitely think you should have an ao3 to post longer content!! please keep up your lovely writing 💋💋 (MAKE ZORO REALLY WORK FOR IT HEHEHEHE [i was sobbing over how cute his little offerings were AND FALLING ASLEEP AT THE DOOR i cant])
UR THE ONLY ONE KEEPING ME GOING GIRLY 🎀😞. SO GLADDD YOU LIKED THAT ONE, HERE HAVE THIS ONE NOWWW. ILL MAKE ZORO EXTRAA PATHETIC FOR YOU MWUAH😚
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bitchimasnake-sss presents: the one piece AUs
03. AITA for going back to my ex? ft. roronoa zoro!
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set-up: part 03 [FINAL PART] to my badminton player!zoro au lol. you can find the first two parts here! (i recommend you read those first!) getting your heart broken when you were seventeen was inevitable, getting it broken on camera seven years later was also inevitable, it seems. but letting your ex back into your life with the glittering promises of "i'll win you back in a month?" was getting your heart broken again and again and again also inevitable? most importantly: was roronoa zoro worth your sanity? warnings: dumb people, even dumber plot by me! includes angst towards the end, zoro is an idiot trying his best to win you over! cameos by nami, sanji, perona and mihawk because i love writing them tysm. and obviously smut (hehe u nasty). nsfw thoughts include: feral!zoro. this man is nasty, he likes blood, sweat and tears. a lot of overstimulation, a little bit of bimbofication, hints of dub!con, car-sex, penetration, teasing, dirty talk, a little bit of feral!zor. OKAY THAT'S IT!! MINORS DNI OR I WILL HUNT YOU! wc: 10.6k m.list
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17th of october 11:43 p.m.
"really?" and you could hear sanji drop his precious cigarette onto the ground in pure, unaltered shock, "are you toying with me right now, love?"
"no." you replied firmly, nimble fingers getting caught against familiar, green locks as roronoa zoro pressed honeyed lips to your stomach. he trailed downwards, uncaring as your manager spluttered on the speaker.
"you are actually dating that green-haired freak?" from his tone alone, you could imagine sanji to look wide-eyed and tongue-tied. meeting the eyes of the said “green haired freak”, you found a sour expression plastered to his handsome features.
"no... well, not yet.” you swiped your fingers against his scalp, manicured fingers softly scratching the frown on his face away, “we're on a one-month trial phase."
"are you and him a netflix subscription, mon amore? what do you mean one month?" the blonde hissed. but you were far too gone, too warped within the feeling of the athlete’s soft kisses on your hiked-up thighs to even offer a hairsbreadth of attention to your critic.
"well–" as the sportsman hands trailed over your thighs all-too-intimately, you found yourself sighing blissfully, "he said he wants a month to win me back.”
“that is insane.”
“maybe. but his time starts today, so, we have until 17th of november to come to some sort of conclusion." zoro didn’t dare still against your soft skin. kneading the fat of your hips, pressing hot kisses to thighs and nipping at fading bruises to renew them. but you tightened your grip on his locks, tipping his head backwards as you pulled on them. glaring at him, you breathed out a warning, “either he cleans his act up, or i leave him in the dust."
but who was roronoa zoro if not the man made to get on your nerves?
his mouth fell agape as his eyes met yours, and a soft moan tumbling past him at the sharp sting of your pull. that wayward moan soon turned into a grunt as the sportsman toyed with the band of your shorts.
“stop that.” you whispered, eyes growing wide as the blonde on the other end of the speaker continued his distressed rants.
"and what do i do about it?!" for the first time in the five years vinsmoke sanji had been your manager, you heard his voice shake in panic, "you two just broke up! in front of the cameras! like a week ago!"
"it's fine, sanji. people get together all the time—"
"—not if they're olympic level athletes!"  
"hey, you have no idea how much shit goes down in the olympic village." you shrugged, "last time 160k condoms were given out, and people flew threw them like it was nothing. there’s lots of crying. and fucking too, actually. sometimes both, now that i think about it."
“rabid monsters.”
“don’t be jealous. athletes just have a lot of stamina.” while you were busy rolling your eyes at the blonde and his dramatic antics, zoro climbed back up over you. a smirk on his lips, flashing you his canines, and mouthing “really? stamina?”
clad in a fitted, black tank top, your eyes drifted down to his arms and chest. shamelessly staring at the muscles flexing and unflexing under the flimsy material, you brought your free hand to run wild against his bicep. finding his index under your jaw, he tilted your face up to meet his eyes again. you smiled up at him without much thought and his heart stuttered out in the rhythm of his shallow breaths. fuck you for being so pretty.
before you could nod and ask what he wanted, he pressed a chaste kiss against your lips. next, he sunk his face in the crook of your neck. you felt the nip of his sharp canines against your sensitive pulse. but that sly bastard. all of that was to distract you from the way he dipped his hand under your shorts and pulled your panties aside.
“zo–“ you started slowly, but it was all in vain. the man above you was on a mission. and that mission was apparently to get your own manager to report you as a sex offender or something?! atleast that’s what it felt like from the way he rubbed his thumb against your sensitive clit. 
“either ways.” your manager huffed, ignoring the way your breath hitched at the new bruises against your neck and the stuttering swipes of his thumb against your folds, “this is still insane.”
"weren’t–” you gulped, trying to keep your voice steady, “you were the one saying that my job is to playand yours’ to take care of such things, so, do that.”
“and i can! i can fix it.” you heard a thud ring through the speaker and imagined that the blonde had fallen back onto his back helplessly, “but i need time to fix this. gotta talk to nami-san, and then i will need to fix the narrative using the media. i need time.”  
barely raising his lips off of your narcotic skin – with a flushed face and husky voice – zoro replied coolly, “don’t worry, nami’s on our side with this one.”
“HUH?! WHO WAS THAT?”
pinching the taut skin of the athlete’s bicep as a warning to stay shut, your tone stayed sickly sweet, “who? ‘twas the wind, sanji.”
“don’t try to sway me with your use of ‘twas.” he hissed like a wet cat, “is that mosshead here right now? is he in your room right now?!”
“and if you’re worried about the paps, roronoa will buy them out, you know?” as if to protest against your suggestion, zoro flicked his thumb faster against your swollen nub. you glared at him. “a-and if you’re worried someone will see us, they won’t. we won’t go public with it.”
“none of those suave answers.” sanji firmly stated, “answer what I asked first. is he there right now?”
you whistled a soft, “dunno what you’re talking about…” before drawing your phone away from your face, “because that’s blasphemous!!” purposefully covering the speaker with your palm, “hey, hey? sanji- hello? can’t hear… hear you right now. hello?”
you heard a muffled, “DON’T YOU DARE PULL THAT ON ME OR SO GOD HELP ME–“
“still can’t hear you.” your thumb hovered over the red button, “g’night, sanji!”
beep.
“i’m paying for the paps?”
trying to push his weight off of your relatively smaller frame, you huffed out, “c-can’t you stay shut when i ask you to, roronoa?”
in retaliation, he pressed more of his body weight onto you. snuggling his face into your crook and inhaling your scent like a man crazed, his fingers kept toying against you like it was as easy as breathing.
you tried to push him off again, gritting out, “do you think a good dick is enough of a reason to come back? cause it is not.”
“it is one of the reasons, is it not?”
“no. is it not.” you repeated, “shut it, and find a new strategy or something.”
“fine, tsk.” and with that the sportsman got off of you. pulling his hand out of your flimsy shorts, leaving behind your aching body as he got up. standing at the door, he looked back just to delve his long fingers past his lips to suck down on your essence. smiling as he pulled out, he made his conclusion in one, swift word, “sweet.”
and you just threw a pillow at him, face flaming up at the way he just simply caught the pillow and threw it right back at you, “fuck off, roronoa.”
“hm?” he cocked his eyebrow, careful hands still not attempting to open the door and leave, “I’ll just head back to my room, then.”
you found yourself crossing your arms over your chest, half to give him attitude and other half to soothe the skin that had been alit with his body over yours, “go, then. you’re the one who wandered in my room with unholy intentions.”
somebody could mistake his as the reincarnation of the devil with the way he was grinning. all unholy thoughts and malicious actions, “you’re the one still laying, waiting for me to do something.”
at his (correct) accusations, you sat up haughtily. adjusting the tank top and pulling it upwards, you found yourself glaring at the towering man for the nth time, “you’re insufferable. is this how you’re gonna win me back?”
“hey,” he shrugged, broad shoulders moving up and down with delicate ease, “worked the first time, didn’t it?”
“i was seventeen.” your eyes narrowed, “and you used to be way more handsome back then. it won’t work this time around.”
he hummed again, and within his cocky tone you could anticipate he had something to nag you with, “so i was handsome to you? that’s adorable.”
“fucking insufferable.”
“but handsome nonetheless?” and you almost threw your phone at his pretty face when he just grinned and exited the room. actually, no. you almost threw your phone when you realized that you were blushing, and fighting off a smile as he left your room.
what was this man doing to you?! ──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
19th of october, 7:58 p.m.
🍓attempt 01: no limits.
“okay, and i have no limits?” you asked again, just to ensure that you heard him right.
“yes, you do not.”
“and you’re not gonna sue me for using your money?”
“no, i will not. i don’t think i can legally.” he sighed, “do you wanna do it or not?”
“i do, but…” zoro's heavy voice kissed your ears, cutting you off, "then, stop whining. no buts, no ifs.”
“is this really how you’re gonna win me over?” mumbling, your lips fell into an easy pout, “feels more like bribery.”  
“nami said the quickest way to a woman's heart is shopping. or just cold, hard cash, really. but i figured this was more romantic." tilting his face downwards, his voice dropped down to a whisper, “does it feel romantic yet?”
goddamn that freak!
your skin erupted into a violent goosebump as you felt his words against your soft skin. your face heated up as your fingers stilled against the keypad of your laptop, the home page of your favorite shopping site pulled up and resting neatly. ready to do some damage on his wallet. well, honestly, what damage? he was a well-paid nepo baby who had a personal gym and court in his house. this would probably barely feel like a pinch to him.
“again, i ask for your consent.” you asked anyways, trying to remind yourself to be a business-savvy woman who had only come to absolutely wreck his wallet. zoro declared monotonously, “i give it with full consciousness. jesus, woman.”
“okay then, no taksies backsies.” you cleared your throat in anticipation. stretching your fingers slowly as they hovered over the keyboard. his arms wrapped around your middle and you fell against his chest with a soft thud, “start already.”
“what’s even the reason for this?”
“your manager said we can’t go out, like in public. and blondie hates me enough as it is right now. so, i didn’t wanna risk taking you shopping outside.” roronoa zoro found himself revelling in your dishevelled demeanour. voice honeyed, he rasped out, “what’s wrong with my room, though? nice ‘n comfy, isn’t it?”
“I meant what is the reason for me to sit on your fucking lap?”
“oh that?” he was laying in his bed, with you atop him and your laptop atop you. you grumbled on, “and is it necessary to do this in your room? the living room is a perfectly perfect place to shop online.”  
“you want me to get handsy in front of my father? that’s too much. the old man would probably die if he saw me like that.” he hummed, “not sure he’s ever even done anything. you know, given both me and ‘rona are adopted.”
you glared back at him at the shit he spewed but then your eyes widened as realization sunk in, “holy shit is he a forty year old... virgin?”
“dunno.”
“but he’s like emo, and vampirish. there’s no way he didn’t get some during the twilight era.”
“he was also the world champion at that time,” zoro reminisced, “he must have gotten girls.”
a laugh escaped you by, “zoro.” you stressed, “you’re the world champion right now. and the tally of girls you get is at a great zero.”
zoro mulled over your words before slowly shifting his pelvis so that you fell back at him unexpectedly, “not zero. got a girl on my lap right now.”
his laugh echoed yours as he held you tighter, and you tried to wriggle free, “jus’ cause you’re paying. no other reason.”
“how does it feel to lie to yourself?” he asked with mock grievance in his tone, and you tried to elbow his side to break free, “die.”
“kill me yourself, coward.”
“i will.” you admitted, still laughing as he decided to somehow tighten his grip even more firmly, “don’t. you’d look horrible in orange.”
“how dare you, roronoa zoro.” your palm struck his forearm playfully, “do not talk about my fashion choices when you shower once a week.” 
“nobody had a problem with it thus far,” he answered back easily, “but if you have a problem, i suppose i could shower semi-regularly.”
“semi-regularly?” you almost coughed up a hairball, “jesus christ, i don’t think i would able to fuck you ever again.”
“liar.”
──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
22nd of October, 7:43 a.m.
🍓attempt 02: the way to the heart is through the stomach (i think??)
“roronoa.”
“father.”
“what are you doing in my kitchen right now?” the man raised a careful eyebrow, staring at his dishevelled son who he had caught not a minute earlier bickering with a red-head on his phone.
“cooking,” zoro deadpanned, “i'm trying to make waffles.”
his fathers hawk-like gaze swept over the kitchen. flour sprinkled over counter-tops, some on his cheek, a batter that looked more radioactive that the what remained of Chernobyl. the older man drawled on, “and i presume you know how to cook?”
“no. she's helping.” he flashed his father his phone-screen and the familiar, scorned woman who was on video-call. when she caught sight of mihawk, she smiled, “sir mihawk, how are you?”
“just passing by. come by for dinner someday, nami.” the man deadpanned and the manager laughed, “of course. how can I refuse?”
now his hawk-like stare was trained on zoro, who stared back at his father as if they were sworn enemies on court, “what is it, now?”
“is it for her?”
“who else?”
 “don’t burn my house down.”
“understood.”
and with that brief conversation, mihawk disappeared back into the mazes of his house, and zoro went back to bickering with the red-head.
“you add milk.” she emphasized, clicking her manicured nails together as she tried to guide an idiot to build the equivalent of rome, “do you not know what milk is?”
“i have enough calcium in my bones and I will not fall for scams like milk or medical insurance.”
“what?” she spluttered, “y-you don’t have insurance?!”
“when am I ever gonna need it, woman?”
“oh my god. you don’t have insurance!” and the last thing zoro saw the manager do was flip him off as she ran to some place elsewhere. possibly to get him some sort of medical insurance that he totally didn’t need. beep.
zoro’s fingers hovered over his contact list, the next stop being perona neesan 💗👻 .
“'rona.” zoro grumbled as he caught the face of perona on the other side. huge sunglasses were perched on her nose, a silky bandana flowing from her coloured hair, “awh, you remember me, zoro. finally.”
“quit that,” he mumbled helplessly before turning the back camera, “i need your help.”
“you’re committing arson at dad’s place?” she raised her sunnies so as to see the kitchen better. flour everywhere, and whatever the fuck was in that batter. kissing her teeth, she admitted, “i mean i don’t endorse violence… but that kitchen could use a makeover.”
“no. jesus, perona.” he turned to camera around to his face, “i– uh, i need to make waffles. an’ i don’t know shit. can you help or what?”
“huh?” her bug-like eyes widened impossibly wider, “yeah, obviously i can. but why are you cooking? is dad dying? and is his last wish to eat burnt waffles?”
“haha, funny.”
“wasn’t being funny. you have like... two left hands.”
“just to remind you, i’m ambidextrous.” zoro replied, poker-faced, and perona pouted, “who are you making them for, then?”
“myself.”
“liar.” narrowing her eyes, she probed further, “is it your ex? oh my god. are you guys actually together?”
“what?” zoro narrowed his eyes in return, “fuck off, ‘m not asking you for help.” he sighed, “where did you even hear about that?”
“it’s her?!” the goth girl squealed, “and you didn’t tell me?! I thought it was regular PR stuff that nami dragged you into. but she’s back? i remember how you sobbed when–”
“bye, 'rona. don’t call me back.” beep.
roronoa zoro had barely breathed when his elder sister called back. he picked it up with a groan, “what? I’m not answering your stupid questions.”
“okay fine.” she huffed, “’m not gonna ask you about your pathetic, little crush right now. keyword: right now.”
“perona.” he tried to threaten but the woman just leaned forward till her face was all zoro could see, “show me some respect, i’m older than you.”
“sorry.” the green-haired mumbled and his sister nodded in self-satisfaction, “and as far as waffles as concerned, don’t cook. you’d burn the house down. just order them in and say you made them.”
“isn’t that like, practically lying?”
“it is, yes.”  
“and aren’t you gonna tell me how it’s morally wrong to do that?”
“it’s a fucking waffle, zoro. not the olympics.” she finally pulled the sunnies back to her face and carefully perched them on her nose again, “nobody cares about cheating. just win her over, and thank me later.”
“you’re a bad influence, you know that?” a small smile cracked across his face, “oh, by the way–” the sportsman quirked an eyebrow, “do you have health insurance?”  
“i mean, who doesn’t?”
“me.”
“what?”
“nothing. thanks, i appreciate it.” the goth girl eyes widened all over again and zoro cut the call before her concerns could reach him.
8:55 a.m.
“you know what’s insane?” you mumbled through a mouthful, “i can swear that joanna’s bakery down the street makes these exact waffles.”
“do they?” zoro leaned forward, pouring more syrup to distract you, “that’s wild.”
“it is.” you nodded before taking another mouthful, “you know what else is insane?”
“how much of a good cook i am?” he tried, before having a bite himself.
“no.” you smiled at the way he gulped down the sweet breakfast up, “the fact that i swear i saw a brown bag with their logo in the trash, and now these waffles taste exactly like theirs.”
zoro froze, eyes trained on the mess of fried batter and syrup. he slowly looked up, “that’s insane, indeed.” he averted his gaze as you deadpanned, “you’re a terrible liar.”
“isn’t that an ideal quality though?” he tried again, “like, i could never lie to you.”
“mhm,” you nodded as a smile pressed to your lips, “try harder next time.”
──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
25th of october, 10:03 p.m.
🍓attempt 03: with love, from an idiot.
“if this backfires, then what?” the man asked, and you could only make out faint noises from his phone. a faint, “if it backfires, then, you don’t get the girl, genius.” but nothing beyond that could deciphered as you stood with your ear to the door of your room.
“are you done?” you knocked at your door when the bickering on the other end ceased momentarily. the wood echoed under your faint hits as you called out again, “can I come in or what?”
there was no answer and you busied yourself with tracing the pattern of wood on the door once over. your forehead touched the cold wood, frustrated at yourself for allowing that beast to take over your territory.
zoro had waltzed into your room and declared that he was going to kick you out of your own room.
“huh?” you had mumbled, too confused at the way he tugged your arm and tried to push you outwards, “no way I’m leaving. fuck no.”
“I need like half an hour. I promise–”
“–if you intend to paint my room green, zoro.” you had barely started when he asked you to leave again. so, obviously, you both bickered for a good five minutes, got yelled at by mihawk cause you two were interrupting his wine drinking hour, and proceeded to bicker in whispers before you had to finally cave in and go out.
now, you were sitting in front of the closed door, and tracing patterns in the hope that sooner or later, your territory will be given back to you.  
“yeah, come on in.” you heard the man finally yell back from the other side, and you sprung up to your feet in part-excitement, part-fear. your fingers tried to turn the sleek metal handle to swing it open. except it wouldn’t open. moving it front and back, your eyebrows bunched when the door refused to budge open.
“what the fuck?” and to your surprise the green-head on the other side yelled back, “jesus, stop trying to break open the door.”
“it won’t open!”
“because I’m trying to open it for you.” he hissed back, “and you’re pulling from the other side. stop it.”
“you stop it.”
“if you could just let me do that for you. fuck–” the door swung inwards with such abrupt, wicked force that you almost kissed the ground face-first. glaring up at the man, you seethed, “what was that for?”
“i was trying to be a gentleman.”
you straightened up, squaring your shoulders defensively, “don’t. you’re barely a fully-functioning man.”
while you were waiting for him to counter you with his regular flirting disguised as hostility, instead his face softened and he apologized, “sorry. come on in?”
“huh?” your shoulders went slack, eyes narrowing at his broad figure as you walked past him and into the room.
the lights were dim.
“what’s this?” your eyes scanned the place, he had made a pillow fort on the ground with whatever haphazard sheets and pillows you had been hoarding in the room. the tv in your room showed a still from netflix: Ten Things I Hate About You.
you bent down, thumb and forefinger raising the sheets upwards to properly see inside, you saw packs of chips and instant ramen, coke and chocolates stashed to the side.
still frozen, you found him meekly call out your name, “do you hate it? do you? you do, right?” you heard the door lock behind you, “i can undo it, it’ll take me like ten minutes tops. it is literally not a big deal, i’ll take it down.” his voice dropped down to a whisper, “jesus fuck, I told nami this was stupid.”
he knelt next to you, forearms stretched forward as if he was itching to pull the flimsy housing to shreds. your hand grabbed his, face turning to meet his shy one.
“you did this for me?”
“uh,” he hesitated, “remember, blondie said no going out. so, I thought i’d try… this?” his voice grew weak, “you hate it.”
“you did it for me?” you repeated, almost in disbelief.
he sighed methodically, “who else?”
a grin broke on your face, “i didn’t take you for a romantic, roronoa.”
he shrugged off the goosebumps that threatened to break on his body at your reaction, “pfft. whatever. it’s not a… it’s not a big deal. nami helped… so, yeah.”
“you even put on my one of my favourite movies.”
“yeah, yeah.” the sportsman stood up, walking away from you to duck inside the fort and arrange the food items. but you could see his ear-tips growing redder, coy eyes carefully avoiding yours, “you’re, uh, you’re welcome.”
“but if you’re trying to impress me.” you followed suit, “this is not gonna work.”
he turned back to stare at you. a deer in headlights. “’s not?”
“well, I know you’re not a romantic. nami surely is though, it seems.” you settled down on the comfy mattress, turning your body so that it faced the wall the tv was plastered on, “i know this won’t happen again once we’re actually dating.”
“hey, it’s not like I’m not romantic at all. see, i’ve been doing well these couple of months. i think?” he tried to defend but you cut him, “you’re off season right now. once you have your five a.m. trainings and regular matches, you’d forget I even exist. you forget to eat, to fucking breathe when it comes to your game. a whole ass human?” you found yourself scoffing, “you would give up in a day. and that’s me just speculating based on observing you from afar per these past few months.”
he fell silent, probably reeling from your accurate observation. you sighed, trying to ease the unnecessary tension you had created, “i’m not attacking you, zoro.”
features downcast, lips pulled into an emotionless straight line. he repeated, “you’re speculating based on observing me from afar per these past few months?”
you probably should have drawn the line here, probably should have said okay and turned on the movie. but you were so well-versed in the language of self-destruction that someone should arrange a fucking pulitzer for you.
“you’re a sportsman first, son next.” you prayed your voice held atleast an inch of sympathy as you did a neat, little character assassination of the poor man. “as much as I appreciate the gesture, I am not sure where lover falls on that priority list. you like the chase, the idea… that i am something grand.” you stilled, “but i’m not. i am not an olympic medal, or a grand slam title. i'm just some woman.”
“you’re not just some woman.” he breathed slowly. “i suppose you have a point. i am not a lover. my hands find the racket before they find a bouquet, my words find silence before they do declarations of love. i- i don’t how to… just love.” he repeated to plead his case.
and this was it.
you barely held your breath as the man next to confirmed just who he was. he was not a lover. he was the number one on the global charts. and how selfish had you been to demand that he be anything but that demon on court?
“but,” zoro proved you wrong. “i wouldn’t have sacrificed long days and sleepless nights for just some woman. you underestimate how much you mean to me.” his breath grew strained, words unsure as if it was the first time he was telling the truth, “five years is a long, long time to come back home and yearn for your arms.”
you didn’t turn your head to gawk at him even though every cell in you wanted to. every inch of you wanted to turn your head, grab his face in your smaller palms and ask him to confess just how much you meant to him. but you were not sure you could listen to him come up empty handed like a fish out of water. you were not sure you wanted to find out just how easily roronoa zoro could break your heart.
but as the two of you fell into silence, your eyes zeroed in on the zooming in and out title card on tv instead, “let’s jus’ watch.”
“you mean everything to me. always have, always will.” you felt his palm on yours, and you flinched at his careful touches. pulling your hand back to your chest, you felt the familiar speeding up of your heart against your ribcage, “don’t. zoro, please.”
“don’t what?” he tried to ask, tried to turn toward you with anticipation making a home in his irises and vile thoughts on his lips.
don’t what? you tried to find the answer to the very same question. don’t what? what did you want to say to him? was it “please don’t make me think you could love me all over again.” or “please don’t break my heart again.” or just a simple “don’t say another word or i’d find myself risking it all for you. and i cannot stand to be the fool who fell for you yet again.”
just a series of unfortunate ‘agains’, it seemed.
instead, you turned your body towards his, tentative hands coming up to hold his face in yours before falling back to the mattress. you raked in a forbidden sigh, the sound so loud in the eerily quite room. finally looking at him, you found yourself growing dumber.
somehow, like this – vulnerable – he looked like just another twenty-two year old. not a world champion. not somebody capable of destroying you.  
“i am not sure i’m ready to get my heart broken by you again.” you confessed slowly, like a coward. “i am not sure i can celebrate my next birthday, just to beg some meaningless god above for you once more.”
“then don’t.” his eyes drifted downwards, heartsick fingers twitching as they inched closer to your warmth. his words were low, like yet another coward. “don’t ask for me back if i break your heart again.”
was it that simple?   
──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
26th of october, 8:09 a.m.
you woke up with open packets and stacked cups of ramen on the floor, some episode of friends blaring on the tv and zoro stirring you awake.
sunlight filtered through the window, streaming in and pouring through the linen onto the man in front you. he was pretty, achingly so. his hair was tousled, lips parted, and thick brows bunched together like he was playing a match right now, “wake up.”
“huh?” rubbing your eyes, you tried to blink sleep away but instead grew more confused the longer you ruminated about his words, “what?”
“up and runnin’.” he repeated, “i need you.”
“need me?” your face contorted to show pure, unadulterated confusion, “zoro, ‘slike eight a.m.? can’t you wait a while?”
something nostalgic stirred within you as he smiled and bent down to face you easily. did the sun always get caught against his frame like he was a deity with a chokehold on you?
his smile was easy-going, and suddenly, you were fourteen year olds planning to ‘run away’ from home because you wanted to see the world. his voice shook you out of the daze, “get your head out of the gutter. didn’t mean it that way.”
“huh?” you couldn’t even find yourself growing offended amid your sleep-infused, hazed state. “what do you mean then?”
he tugged on your arms to help you sit up, “we’re going on a road trip.”
“we… are?” your expression grew awry, “where?”
“pack up and meet me outside,” he stood up, “you’d find out once we get there.” 
“but zoro, hey–” you tried calling out. but it was futile as he walked out of the room, and you stay seated in the mess of sheets and pillow and tried to make sense of what was and what is.
5:42 p.m. 🍓attempt 04: next destination: love!
zoro stared at his phone for what seemed like an eternity. your gaze shifted from him to the deserted road and back to him. the dull sun inching near the horizon skeptically as if watching you two making a fool of yourselves. the winds were warm, and your road-trip was in the hands of an absolute idiot.
you slumped back into the leather, muttering, “should’ve never let you navigate.”
“let me concentrate, woman.” he huffed as his forefinger and thumb zoomed in on the unknown streets on his maps.  
“how do you ever go anywhere?! your navigation powers are in the negatives.” tone haughty, you turned around to stare at him, “what kind of grown ass man gets confused on google maps? it literally said go straight!”
“i did go straight.” he turned to stare at you, tone just as haughty. “and i have a driver usually, i don’t drive by myself.”
“you went straight?” you repeated, somewhat amused by his ability to get lost on a straight highway. you craned your head, eyes peering past the black, tinted windows to stare at the deserted road, “and we ended up here? near a ghost town?”
“hold on.” he shifted his attention to the useless app pulled up on his phone screen. his face bunched up in irritation, throwing his phone on the dash-board before shifting the gear to start moving, “no point staying in one place, let’s keep movin’ and we will eventually figure it out.”
“figure what out?” you groaned, slumping back all over again, “atleast tell me where we’re going.”
“surpr–” you cut him off, “there would be no surprise if we never reach it!”
“okay, fair.” he breathed in slowly as the SUV made its way down the deserted road, passing by curated farms only inhabited by scarecrows. he sighed, “if we don’t figure out the road by nightfall, i’ll tell you.”
10:53 p.m.
“so,” zoro avoided your heated gaze, finally admitting the truth, “guess we’re lost."
“yes. yes we are, roronoa.”
“and it’s nightfall, so, i should tell you the destination.”
“yes. yes you should, roronoa.”
“don’t use that tone with me.” he tried meekly and your eyes narrowed in response, “why? are you scared?”
“no.” he cleared his throat, trying to sound like his usual self as he looked around in the lonely diner. the wooden table was rickety, the theme of the diner felt vintage-y, but in a way that was more unused than vintage. a lone, old woman waited behind the counter as you both munched on your dinner. once done with his inspection, he continued, “but it’s unnerving. you sound like nami, and she’s a witch as far as i know. red-head, you know.”
“you have moss-green hair, roronoa.”
“witches support witches.” he emphasized, and in return, a witch-like laugh past your lips, “you should be unnerved. good, because i feel like i have no choice but to sacrifice you in a satanic ritual to go back home now.”
the old woman behind the counter looked at you with utter dread in her eyes but you were too busy stabbing your fork in your grilled cheese, “now, spill. where were we going?”
he sighed, “home.”
“home?” you repeated, “home?”
“i thought i’d take you back to our childhood home,” his voice trailed off.
“why?”
why that wretched place? the place that become bleak, repetitive once you were left all alone five years ago, once he left in the blink of an eye. you routine had become monotonous after him: badminton court, school, home, practice, home, practice, home, sleep. rinse and repeat. repeat. repeat. repeat.
pursing his lips together, he looked down at his plate, “for old time’s sake, i guess?”
“old time’s sake?”
“there was a time when neither of us hated that little, suburban town.” he grinned, “remember that park with the broken swings?”
“that shit was haunted.” you took a bite, conspiring through a mouthful, “i mean why else was it never fixed?”
he continued, “and that public swimming pool? how was every guard there a creep?”
“except dave.” you nodded in agreement, a slight smile playing on your lips, “dave was cool.” 
"he liked you so much, it was stupid." zoro huffed before popping a french fry in his mouth.
“you're the one to talk. do you remember courtney?” you grinned, shoving an index in his direction, “she had suchhh a huge crush on you in middle-school. it was honestly confusing.”
“why was it confusing?”
“you looked like a kiwi,” and you laughed when his eyebrows bunched together and he almost pouted, “i believe it was you that liked this kiwi.”  
“tch, that was lifetimes ago.” your voice softened as he stayed quiet, the two of you just looking at each other as if registering each other’s silence as the only, absolute truth. the knife lodged in your grilled cheese slipped past your grip and a soft clang rang out as it hit your porcelain plate. you hummed, “should’ve told me we’re going back. i would have helped you navigate, zoro.”
“’sfine.” he shook his head, right hand coming up to scratch the itch away and re-set the strands of hair, “we can just head back. if we leave now, we’d reach by dawn. it’s pointless to go back to that old town now.”
you sighed, fingers interlocking as you slumped back against the worn out seat. the booth was cold against your back, the light bulb flickering momentarily as the two of you existed in a place far removed from reality, a place where the two of you were just twenty-somethings eating dinner at a worn-out diner.
“are you done eating?” you asked once he pushed his plate away. he nodded and you found yourself tugging his arm to leave the diner.
“what’s wrong?” he asked, confused, as he trailed after you. you glanced back once, “if we keep moving forward, we’d probably figure it out, right?” you stilled, turning fully to face him, “let’s go home, yeah?”
if roronoa zoro could, he would follow you to the miserable depths of hell. what was a small town compared to that?
he nodded, “yeah.”
──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
27th of october, 6:29 p.m.
“this is it, huh?” you stared at the massive suburban home in front of you. the lawn was trimmed, kept nice and clean as you two stood in front of what was once your humble abode.
your family had sold the place once you expressed that you wanted to move away to do better in your profession, and you had never had the heart to come back and check who bought the place or who didn’t.
“wanna walk around town?” zoro offered his palm, albeit a bit hesitantly, “let’s see what has changed.”  
well, that small creak behind your middle school had dried up, now littered with popped soda cans and torn packs of chip. cigarette butts stuck between jagged rocks and dried leaves. the ‘haunted’ park was still not fixed, but you saw little children running around, the scarfs against their tiny frames flying behind them momentarily as they chased each other around. and the leaves on the ground stirred like they were alive under their light footsteps. the old public badminton court had been renovated, it seemed, and the streetlights had been upgraded to a softer orange-y shade rather than the harsh white you both grew up under.
“they made another mall where the theatre was.” zoro commented as you both walked by what used to be your old cinema hall.
“you remember the theatre?” you asked as your eyes raked over the looming white structure with faces of celebrities plastered onto hoardings with the bold declarations of ‘now playing’.
“of course,” he shrugged, muscled arms methodically going up and down, “we had our first date there.”
“it wasn’t a date. you told me you wanted to catch the movies and then you tried to hold my hand for the next two hours.” you emphasized, kicking the dried twigs on the sidewalk. zoro joined in, lazily kicking fallen leaves and scoffing, “perona said it was. i even bought you caramel popcorn.”
and you found yourself giggling, “you even remember the flavour?”
“i remember everything.” his tone appeared to be nonchalant, “a white tank-top with strawberries on it and a blue-wash jeans, that’s what you were wearing.”
you lips pressed together, “can’t believe you remember that.” you came up to softly poke his side, “who would’ve thought you’re a romantic?”
“yeah, yeah.” he rolled his eyes, biting down an infectious smile, “i just have a good memory.”
“good memory?” you scoffed, “how come you’re such a bad navigator then?”
“tch, i’m just a bit geographically challenged.”
you laughed as your footsteps fell one in front of the other, and he trailed behind wordlessly.
as zoro saw you walk in front of him, your dainty hands interlocking so you could stretch them overhead and the way you looked back at him to beckon him towards you, so as to follow you faster. all of it made his heart twist unnaturally in the pit that was his chest. all of it.
next, you both passed your old high-school. standing at the metallic fence, the sun dipped far below the horizon as the streetlights behind you flickered and came alive. the two of you stood behind the metallic, looking at the buildings that had seen you grow in it’s hallways. when you sighed, the air fogged up just a tiny bit, “your blue jersey from state championships, and black jeans. white adidas too.”
“hm?” zoro cocked his head to your side, and you continued, “that’s what you were wearing on our not-date.”
“you remember?”
you pressed your forehead to the metal, the cold fence digging indentures onto your forehead, “of course i remember. i actually have a good memory.”
the two of your stood in frigid silence and the nightly winds grew stronger around you both. you pulled back, turning your face towards zoro, “it’s growing cold, wanna head back to the car?”
his thumb came up to ease away the red markings on your forehead, the friction of his touches melting away the cold essence of the metal. once he was satisfied with his damage control on your forehead, he nodded, “one more pit stop, then, let’s head back.”
10:02 p.m.
the car was parked in the middle of the field where you had spent reckless evenings just like this with zoro five years prior, to the very field where you had last seen him before he left without a word.
you remembered that cruel night as if it was your whole existence. it might as well have been considering how many time you had replayed the same night in your head over and over and over again, wondering if you had done something stupid.
you had sneaked out of your home, and he had sneaked here after his practice was finally over. his hair was sweaty, boyish features coloured a brutal shade of petrified as he approached you under the night sky.
“what’s wrong?” you had asked once you had noticed his downcast eyes and his shivering hands.
“nothing.” zoro had pressed his lips into a thin smile, “’m just tired from the practice.”
“oh?” you held his palm in yours, pressing a sweet kiss to it, “don’t worry, soon you’d win the state championship and then we would have all the time in the world to hang out, right?”
maybe you should have understood it right then when roronoa zoro simply nodded and looked away you. he had never been a good liar anyways. 
that night, you both had sat down on the ground. staring up at the night sky, you had traced the constellations with your finger-tips and made false promises of a candied future that never came by. the soft grass under you both had tainted your cream coloured shorts green that day. yet another cruel reminder of him, yet another proof that he and you were real, yet another physical evidence of the love that once was.
“why’re we here?” you couldn’t be bothered masking up the irritability in your voice. the raw edges of hurt cut right back your mortal body as you stepped out of the passenger seat.
“c'mon.” that’s all zoro said as he lend you a hand and helped you climb the car’s roof top.
“zoro.” you repeated sternly, but he just helped you up without much explanation. once you were perched on the metallic frame, he climbed up and your voice momentarily wobbled, “a-are we sure the roof’s not gonna break?”
“no, ‘snot.” he clarified, slowly inching closer to you till you could feel his body warmth against your arm.
tilting your face upwards, you drunk in the sight of the malevolent sky littered with heavy, grey clouds that covered the usual litter of stars; so cruel but so pretty underneath it all.
zoro pulled his knees to his chest, softly perching his chin atop them with a sigh, “pretty, isn’t it?”
“why’re we here of all places?” you pulled your knees to your chest, mirroring his actions.
“it felt wrong to leave without seeing this place once.” he admitted softly, “d’you hate it that much?”
“yes. i do.” you nodded, burying your face against the jagged, scarred skin of your knees. you hated this place, and the pair of green-stained cream shorts in your cupboard were nothing if not the proof of that.
“such a shame,” he sighed, “’s a pretty place.”
“zoro–” but he cut you off, “we’ve changed so much in these five years, haven’t we? let’s get to know each other again.” he lifted his head to look at you, “what’s your favourite hobby?”
you scoffed, “you’re kidding.”
“i’m not.”
“did perona put you upto this?” your eyes narrowed, head still tipped back to stare at the grumbling sky, “or nami.”
“no.” he stressed, “my hobby is probably playing pool now. luffy put me onto it, it‘s kinda cool.”    
“i thought sleeping was your favourite past-time.” you turned to look away from the sky and at him but somehow couldn’t. you sighed, slowly admitting, “that was what you always said in interviews.”
“did you stalk me via interviews?”
you tucked your knees one over the other and straightened up, “says the man who watched every match where I got my ass handed to me.”
“i never said i did or didn’t stalk you.”
“you also didn’t say that you won’t break my heart again.” his eyes were boring into yours as you turned your face to finally find his, “you just said to not pray for you back.”
“would you believe me if i told you i won’t break your heart?”
traces of sleep lingered in his eyes, patterns from guilt long-gone-by traced onto his cheeks. you realized with a certain ache that you would probably believe this man if he told you he made the colosseum in his past life, and that he was Genghis Khan re-incarnated. but the fact that he won’t break your heart again? doubtful.
you turned your face back to the thundering clouds. they flashed a myriad of colours and loud sounds enveloped your mortal figures as they churned impatiently above you. you heaved in a breath. slowly exhaling, you asked, “when i lost women’s doubles against the boa sisters, you know what they said to me?”
you believed he knew the answer, being an interview-stalker himself. but he played along, “what?”
“they asked me if you broke up with me because I threaten your legacy as number one, zoro.” a deep sigh passed you by, “since i’m still number two, and from the looks of it they don’t think i’ll be one any time soon.” a mirthless laugh escaped your lips, “honestly, i don’t think I’ll be one any time soon.”
“do you really think i give a crap about shit like that?” zoro raised his face fully, widened eyes looking at you as if you had just accused him of skinning men alive.
“why else would you leave everything behind to be number one, roronoa?”
to you it was clear. he wanted to be number one, so, he left everything behind to be it. simple as that. he wanted to go after his dreams, so, he sacrificed everything he loved. you just happened to be unfortunate enough to be one of those things he loved. simple as that.
“i promised someone.” he finally admitted when you stayed silent, “back when i was in foster care.”
“what?” you found yourself turning your face to look at his, and the man who stared back at you seemed to be a man ravaged and hunted, like a mere prey for guilt.
roronoa zoro had never kept any secrets from you. never. not when he met you as a kiwi-looking middle-schooler at thirteen, and not when he was about to be twenty-three a decade later. no secrets other than his past in foster care. you knew mihawk adopted him when he was eleven, and perona when she was fifteen but no more than that. his past in the foster-care, that one was off-limits.
no questions, no answers.
and you had never pushed. it was something he wanted to forget and you’d be damned if you brought his demons to his under the pretence of harmless curiosity. that was it.
no questions, no answers.
then why was he speaking of it now?
“i only had this one friend. no. she was more like a sister, really.” his eyes hardened, “kuina. she was obsessed with this game, and i hadn’t even heard of it. every fucking time she got her hands on the tv to the communal room, she would turn on sports channel and tear through them till she found one playing re-runs of badminton.”
your muscles ached, and suddenly you were reminded of the air you had ceased to breath in. zoro continued, “she used to drag me to play, and then she used to beat my fucking ass at it. every fucking time. then, one night…” his voice grew thicker, like tar lodged right in his larynx, “she told me that one day, she would make it out of that shitty foster system and she would be number one.”
“somehow, seven year old me thought it would be fun to argue with her. so, i told her ‘no, i’d be number one and you’d be watching.’ she told me no. she had every right to. she was a better player than I was. she deserved this more than i do.”
“zo,” your hand found his bicep as his eyes glossed over, “you don’t have to tell me.”
but you didn’t know any player by the name of kuina, so, it didn’t take you long to guess where the story was headed. somehow, you stomach still dropped when zoro spoke the next part aloud, “she died a day later. ran into the fucking street while chasing the shuttle that the wind blew over. died on the fucking spot.”
“zoro.”
“i made a promise. a-and she was my sister.” 
“zoro.” and you moved to engulf him within your arms. you felt him shudder under you, face pressed to your chest in a bleak effort to hold back tears as you held him tighter and tighter against yourself. as if your weak, mortal body could undo the past or stop him from the torment that was his own mind.
“i’m sorry.” your words paled in comparison to the feelings that brewed within the depths of your stomach. as if to reflect the words you couldn’t utter, drops of rain poured down onto you both mercilessly, as if the skies were mourning.
“i’m sorry.” you repeated, arms moving haphazardly to hold him to yourself closer. his hand moved with just as much desperation, trying to clutch onto you as if you were the only tangible thread of sanity left within him, as if your touch was all that grounded him, kept him alive.
“i- i can’t, i won’t lose you.” he mumbled into your skin, “i won’t let it happen. not again.”
he raised his face to look at you and bloodshot eyes met yours. his hair stuck to his forehead, lips quivering and you couldn’t tell which drops were tears and which rain on his soaked face.
your eyes racked over his frame. from his uncaring hair, to the eyes that had grown weary far too young, to the same pair of lips you had ached to call home, and finally the arms that you had yearned for much the same for the past five years.
“zoro?” you leaned towards him as your voice grew weaker. rain drops on your lips clung helplessly as he followed your voice, face falling forward till your foreheads were mere hairsbreadth apart, “y-yeah?”
why did your breath sound so strained? how come you could feel your heart pumping wildly against the bones lodged in your chest? how could you taste the metallic taste of blood and rain on your lips like as you heaved out ragged words?
you bit your lip to stop it from quivering helplessly. words failing to voice what not even your brain could, you asked for similar candied lies, “say you won’t break my heart again.”
words desperate, he nodded, “i won’t.”
“no,” your breath grew more ragged as each second passed you by, “no. swear on it.”
his calloused palm came to rest on your cheeks, forehead touching as he closed his eyes shut. “i swear on it. i, roronoa zoro, promise to never break your heart again.”
“and if you do?”
“you’re more than welcome to break my skull with my own racket. plummet it down really hard.”
a small smile cracked at your lips, “really?”
“promise.” he hummed. and as he leaned forward to catch your lips against his in a sickly, sweet routine, you pulled back.
he barely had the second to react before you crashed back into him. you couldn’t wait any longer. your lips against his in a clash of teeth and lips and tongue and the faint taste of rain on your skins.
“’s pouring.” he panted, words barely being processed in your lucid state, “wan’ you s’bad though. so, so fucking bad.”
the next you knew, your wet back met the leather backseat of his car.
the sportsman hovered over you momentarily. and next, all you felt was his naked skin pressed to yours, his calloused palms tracing patterns long-forgotten to your sides as he gulped down anything you had to offer. any cries, any grudges, any desires.
you pushed him away just to be able to breath, but air seemed to be the last priority on zoro’s mind as he caught your lips against his in a methodical, little game all over again. panting against your pretty lips, his fingers tried to rid you of your soaked jeans and panties. and all of it was so lewd, so unbearably lewd.
from the sounds of his skin on yours, the sound of the rain violently crashing against the tinted windows and the sounds of his desperate huffs and pants as he tried to manhandle you and get rid of the whatever unholy layers separated you from his feral touches.
“z-zoro,” you stuttered helplessly and the man that peered down at you resembled more a demon ready to fester on the last bit of your lucidity rather than the man you loved.
“c’mere.” he husked, and within moments he was under you. laying prettily on the backseat as your honeyed heat hovered only inches away from his pretty lips. as he stared up at you, his strong arms wrapped around your hips and he pulled you to his lips.
“fuck,” his eyes rolled back as he ran an experimental flick of his tongue against your core, and you flinched, already pulling back from him.
and how could you blame roronoa zoro for tightening his grip against your thighs and fully seating you over his face?
“none of that hoverin’ shit.” he declared in a series of hot pants against your drenched cunt, “let me eat my girl out properly.”
“z-zoro,” you bucked forward as his lips attached around the sensitive nub, sucking like he knew your untimely demise was his very duty. strong fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he ate you out like a man starved, like a man ravished.
it was all so messy, all so untamed, feral. just a mix of spit, your honeyed fluids and his insane determination to make you unravel at the tip of his tongue.
he sneaked in a hand, forefinger and thumb pinching the nub as his tongue delved deeper into your velvety hole. your eyes rolled back as his strokes stayed unrelentless against your heat and you found yourself falling apart at his preying touches, “oh my god, zo. ‘m gonna fuck–”
“cum f’me.” he rasped against you, the other hand coming down to smack the fat of your ass. you ass recoiled under his pressure and you jolted as he rubbed the stinging area better. hot tears pricked at your eyes as he brought down a unrelenting hand at the same strawberry-red patch of skin. the pain mingled in with the methodical strokes of his tongue and the messy rubbing from his fingers pushed you past your limit.
your walls spasmed, sickly sweet dew pooling at his lips as you bucked forward with a strangled cry in your throat, “zoro, zoro, zo.”
you weren’t quite sure if you imagined it, or if you truly felt roronoa zoro smirk against your aching cunt before pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses onto the damage he had done.
as you tried to catch your breath, zoro kissed – no, devoured – your clit. your throbbing bundle of nerves caught between his lips dangerously, he sucked on it as you bucked and keened over him, “one more. c’mon, baby.”
“no, please.” you tried to cry out but the maddened man could hear nothing over the blood rush against his ears and the ecstasy of your orgasm on his tongue. clenching his eyes shut, all he could focus was on the way you squirmed over him. trying to run away? pushing him away?
he couldn’t help but grin like a man gone far too gone because this was like a challenge, and what did roronoa love if not challenges? you were practically begging him to eat you till you cried and begged him to let you go, were you not?
“z-zo.” your voice failed you at your fourth orgasm and all you could feel was the muscle pushing in and out of your sore, aching cunt and his fingers pulling on your nipple so, so meanly. “z-zoro,” you tried again, this time without stuttering, “you’re s’mean, zo.”
“am i?” the way he sounded, you felt like only more torture was on your way, “am i so, so mean?”
you nodded, tears rolling down your pretty face as he thumbed your sore clit and cooed, “sorry, baby.”
“y-you’re not sorry,” you hips spasmed at his careless touches and you threw your head back to hold back a cry, “you’re n-not sorry at all.”
“’m not,” he admitted cockily, pulling you upwards so he could press kisses to your sore thighs, “only i get to ruin my girl.”
“y-your girl?” you sounded so out-of-it, so innocent with the way he had fucked you dumb. wobbly lips, teary eyes and hoarse voice. god, he loved you. he nodded, peering at you as if breaking it down for you, “my girl.”
pulling your quivering thighs off of him, he sat up and softly placed you on his lap. when you met his pussydrunk face, his lips were drenched off of your essence. he wiped his face off the back of his hand, then using the same hand to pull your jaw forward to kiss you senseless all over again.
his mushroom tip sat hotly against your inner thigh, smearing the glossy precum all over your soft skin. as zoro battled his tongue against yours, your nimble fingers toyed with his flushed cock-head. as you softly thumbed the slit, zoro found himself whimpering against your pouty lips, slowly pulling back.
“ah, fuck.” he breathed in slowly, eyes rolling back as you finally stroked his dick. you met his eyes definitively as you brought up your soft palm to your mouth. spitting on his soft skin, you brought it back to his angry shaft nestled against your thighs.
moving it up and down, your face dipped down to his neck to bite down on his pulse. instead of whimpering the way he was, his strong hand came to push your head harder against his tanned skin. he rasped, “harder.”
and you sunk your teeth into his skin with enough force to break his skin, just to find the man under you stutter and his white seed to coat your hand. his hips stuttered, eyes clenching shut as realization set in, “f-fuck. shit hah, i came?”
growing cocky at the way he came undone, you bit down a teensy bit harder. until you felt the sweet taste of iron on your lips and you pulled back to see a small droplet of blood beading at his neck. but before you could apologize, zoro noticed your crimson hued lips. pulling you towards him, he revered in the sweet metallic tang of his blood against your tongue. madman.
the sportsman hummed against you as he pulled your sore hips upwards and positioned his cock to nudge your slit ever-so-slowly.
“mmph, zo–” you tried to speak but his mushroom tip got caught against your clit so deliciously. moaning, he guided his dick to finally push past your hole and your jaw went slack at the sinful stretch.
hair sweaty and clinging to your skin, your head was thrown back as he pistoled his dick in with slow circular motion of his hips, and you tried to ground himself by digging your nails into his shoulders. zoro grinned, his canine on display unabashed, “feel good?”
your jaw slacked open, just for nothing to come forth other than half-coherent jumbles of his name as his tip kissed your sugary sweet spots with the urgency of a madman. shallow thrusts into your cunt only resulted in persistent prodding of his tip against your g-spot. his thumb pressed debauched words to your clit as your hips moved on their accord, with only one goal: to forget anything but his ungodly thrusts into your rueful cunt.
“feel s’good, zo. feel so, so good hah mhph–” you babbled, nodding as he moved your hips up and down to fill you up and leave you empty over and over and over again. a hand snaked upwards to pull at your roots, tipping your head back so that he could sink his teeth and brand up your soft skin just over the column of your throat. 
“feel good?” he repeated, eyes almost crossing over at the crimson mark on your neck. if you felt like you were losing sanity, there was no need to feel lonely cause zoro trailed not farther behind. he laughed, bringing you down harder on his shaft, “feel good, baby? does my girl feel good?”
you nodded, eyes clenching shut as his cock massaged your gummy walls and his thumb tortured your poor, aching clit so well.
the familiar feeling built within you again, like a fire that burnt you to a crisp from within. your walls spasmed, head thrown back, drooling as roronoa zoro made it his life’s purpose to fuck you as hard as he could. to a point, where, you felt like he was just holding back to not break you.
“l-look at me, angel.” his hand squished your cheek mercilessly, pulling your face down just to press a mocking peck to your pouty, drooling lips and laugh when you jolted from the orgasm, “oh my g-god, zoro! fuck aah, hah shit shit shit.”
you slumped forward, sweaty forehead pressed to his heaving chest while he continued to fuck into your overused cunt. his thrusts grew weaker – erratic – before he painted your walls white.
“shit, baby.” the man laughed, his chest vibrating from the stuttered falsetto, “one more?”
“zo…” and the way you looked up at him so teary-eyed, shaking your head no. another challenge?
so now, of course zoro had you pressed in such a mean mating press, mumbling against your swollen kiss-bitten lips, “you’re doing so well, baby. ‘m so proud of my girl.”
“y-yeah?” you stuttered out, batting your tear-stained eyelashes so well that zoro couldn’t help but lap at the tear-drops cascading down your cheek, “mhm, course angel. take one more for me, can you?”
you nodded as if you had a choice.  
his chest pressed up against yours, broad hand pulling your knees so far high so that he could plunge in and out of you so very easily. zoro panted with every slow drag of his shaft against your addictive, sugar-sweet walls because every small movement seemed to set you alight. your cunt grabbed at him hungrily, clutching him so tightly as if you refused to let him go.
managing a few more thrusts, he brought your weak hand upto his throat and pressed your hand onto his pulse. you stared at him, wide-eyed, before pressing harder. as your soft hand pushed harshly against his pulse, zoro pushed into your heat harder with a low whimper.
his hips sputtered as splashes of white painted your walls all over again.
the sportsman heaved, dipping his sweaty face down to the crook of your neck and pressing his body weight on yours. after what seemed like eons of just catching up his breath, zoro slowly pulled out and you gasped at his absence.
“are you okay?” he pressed a chaste kiss to your collarbone before trailing upwards and pressing another to your cheek. your muscles went slack under him, soreness creeping up the tendrils of your flesh as you fluttered opened your eyes, “’m tired.”
“already?” the man grinned, licking a soft stripe up your jaw. your weak hands pushed him away, groaning, “already?!”
“sorry, c’mere.” settling beside you in the cramped seat, he pulled you to his chest. humming faintly as his fingers softly caressed the damp tressed and you melted against the feel of his warm skin against yours.
the soft pitter-patter of the rain against the windows quietened, the morning mist hovering around the car like some forbidden protector and dew clung helplessly to leaves in the field. zoro pulled you closer to himself, his shallow breath against your forehead and his soft fingertips massaging your sore hips, “i think i love you.”
“you think?” your eyes fluttered open, trailing up softly to take in his peaceful expression. you bit the inside of your cheek, stomach churning as you dug your cheek against his chest and nodded, “i think i love you too.”
──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
11th of november, 12:01 a.m.
“go on,” you shoved the cupcake in his direction, the candle light flickering softly and barely holding out against his stuttered breath, “for real?”
“hm,” you nodded, “make a wish, zo.”
“i don’t even have a religion.” he mumbled and you pinched the taut skin of his bicep in retaliation, “jus’ do it.”
“okay, fine. here goes nothing.” he closed his eyes. eyebrows bunching up in concentration and high cheekbones coloured orange from the weak flame. a moment passed by as the two of you stayed huddled on his bed, him praying and you looking at him.
a soft breath and the flame went out. when he opened his eyes, you smiled at him, “what did you wish for?”
“nothing,” he replied softly, calloused fingers interlocking with yours, “think i have everything i could ever need already.”
“happy birthday, zo.” you pecked him and pulled back, but he pulled you back to him.
knock, knock, knock.
“are you both done?” perona knocked at the door, “everyone’s waiting for you out, idiot.”
the next morning your twitter was flooded with the same blurry photo of you kissing zoro at his birthday party.
@/roronoaswifeyy said: yOU TWO ARE MY ROMAN EMPIRE OMG!!! @/sweatytoenails asked: IS THIS ANOTHER PR STUNT?11 OMG I CANNOT TAKE ANOTHER BREAK-UP. @/boaboaboa said: GUYS I THINK THIS PICTURE IS LEGIT, SOMEONE SAW THEM GO ON A ROAD-TRIP TOO
@/monkeydluffyofficial: very proud of zoro to be able to pull such a pretty woman without showering for days on end ❤️😃 @/dailycelebgossip: BREAKING: two-times grand slam winner and current number #1, roronoa zoro confirmed to be going out with his former flame!
@/vinsmokesanjiofficial: we will be releasing an official statement, until then PLEASE STOP TAGGING ME, YOU’RE BLOWING UP MY PHONE. AND @/ynln ANSWER MY CALLS. @/nami_bizconmgmt: like@/vinsmokesanjiofficial said, please wait for the official statement and @/realroronoazoro PICK UP MY CALLS.   
zoro wrapped a strong arm around your waist. sleep lingered in his eyes, and the pattern of the pillow case was imprinted onto his skin instead, “what’re you reading?”
you giggled, “people are losing their mind over the fact that we’re dating.” you looked over your shoulder, “can’t believe a PR stunt got us here.”
“oh, about that.” he mumbled, “nami never asked me to do that, i was just feeling bold that day. paid off pretty well though, didn’t it?”
“huh?” your eyes widened, words sinking in at a much slower rate, “HUH?”
“what?”
“HUH?”
“what?” he repeated with a grin, “it worked, didn’t it?”
“YOU ASSHOLE!” you pushed at him and he just held you tighter against his chest, “mhm, love you too.”
ladies and gentlemen, this is your friendly reminder to not go back to your ex by the way! they don't deserve you and aren't roronoa zoro!  
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a/n: i cannot believe this has come to an end!! aaaah took me fucking forever to finish it (and i have like 5 more characters to write for ://) but im so so grateful for anyone who loved this and has shown me that love. thakyou so much you guys! i'd be making an ao3 soon enough so that it's easier to navigate. again, thankyou for keeping up with me <3 tagging: @litlebruh @mist-ixx @briezy04764 @otkuhotgirl [the credit for feral!zoro goes to her] @mars-mizuko @florallyarranged @ayumitho @lyany2k @dietcokefizz @kokanee-readinglist @angelsforever999 @rengokushuaige @imlikeacoffeeconnoisseur @gojoistetti tysm for reading!! you all were so incredibly nice that im sobbing :')) i hope y'all enjoyed this! much love, vix <3 m.list
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Hey I was wondering if you can do a hc of the OM Characters finding out that MC used to be a singer in the human world but in reality was unsuccessful and doesn’t like mentioning about it at all but still has passion over it. It doesn’t matter about the gender and yeah. If u can Tysm! 🤗
Obey Me! x Gn! Singer!Mc
I had so much fun writing these- tysm anon for requesting!! <3 LUKE IS LIKE YOUR LITTLE BROTHER!!! P.S. You can also read this as platonic or romantic! Lucifer: 1st Born
He finds out because you were taking too long in the shower and heard your captivating voice singing.
He would be surprised and though looking unimpressed on the outside, in the inside this man is so happy if he could he'd squeal like a little girl.
When he's alone with you he'll definitely ask you to sing for him and through small pleas you agree, and when you're done he'll be smiling his signature smile and clapping softly.
"Where did you learn to sing like that y/n?" he asks awaiting your response like a dog waiting for a command.
"Well I just liked singing! I used to be a singer in the human world but it didn't work out.."
He hears your voice break when you say those last 4 words and he is devestated.
How dare nobody appreciate your beautiful voice?!
He must've been glaring because then you said "But I still have a passion for it! They never discouraged me enough to make me quit!
That reassured him as he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Y/n, never give up your passion, and if nobody supports you just know that I will personally string them up and make them appreciate your singing."
You laughed a little and Lucifer was just happy that he was able to hear your amazing gift.
Mammon: 2nd Born (Sorry his is short-)
He finds out one day when he heard you start singing a song for a playlist you're making to study.
WAIT WHAT?!
HIS HUMAN CAN SING?! WHY IS THEIR VOICE SO AMAZING?!
"WHY'D YA NEVER TELL ME?!"
You yelp in surprise and ask what he's talking about.
"YOUR SINGING OBVIOUSLY! IT'S LIKE GRIMM FOR MY EARS!"
You make a face and after much begging by the 2nd born, you decide to tell him
"Well, nobody really liked my singing in the human world.. I tried everything but no matter what I never really got listeners or fans haha.."
This poor man is wondering WHY?! HOW?!
He looks at you with his blue-yellow eyes and cups your face.
He says "Well they're stupid because you got the most amazing voice. Hell better than the angels! And they're angles for fucks sake! Look human, what I'm trying to say, is that you shouldn't listen to anyone who talks down to ya. I'll be your number 1 fan y/n! Nobody is gonna take that spot either ya hear me?"
That reassured you as he tackled you and pulled you into a hug.
"My precious human! How dare they keep this talent from me!"
He probably made a t-shirt saying "Y/N's #1 FAN"
Leviathan: 3rd Born
He found out when you started singing the opening to an anime!
Singer mc?! LEVI.EXE:SHUT_DOWN
Once you knew that he noticed your smile dropped and stopped singing and whispered a small sorry before looking down almost looking shamefully.
"Y-y/n?! Where did you learn to sing?! H-how can you-?!"
This poor boy has so many questions which you were reluclant to answer.
He gave you the cute 'anime girl' eyes (which is what he called it) and he knew you couldn't resist them.
"Mmmm fine. I used to be a singer in the human world and I gave it my all I really did but.. I never got anybody to listen.. I enjoy singing still but only for myself.."
Oh HELL NO. Levi may be shy but he can get ANGRY.
"That's impossible! Your singing is the most amazing thing my ears have ever experienced! You're just like the mc in the anime I'm-A-Secret-Singer-In-Highschool-Living-A-Normal-Life-But-Please-Send-Help!"
The long ass title of course made you snicker but he looked at you with serious eyes and said, "Henry had people who talked down to him but he never gave up! A-and neither should you y/n!!"
Satan: 4th Born
He found out by you humming a tune to singing some of the lyrics from a song in a movie that was inspired by a book that you were looking for in the library.
He couldn't help but be frozen by your hypnotic voice. You didn't notice him until he leaned on a bookshelf and something fell.
"I'm sorry Y/n. I couldn't help but listen to your singing. Where did you learn to sing like that?"
You paused a little bit while he motions you to sit in one of the library chairs.
"Can you tell me y/n?"
You sigh knowing he wouldn't forget about it and would probably ask you about it tomorrow and decide to tell the blonde haired demon.
"Well, in the human world I was a singer and I enjoyed it, loved it actually! But people didn't really like my songs or my voice or anything so I just kinda quit.. I never lost my passion for it though."
He sits looking at you in what you can tell is a mix of anger and confusion.
"Why did you give up? People are ruthless, but I think you should try again y/n. You never know and if they don't like your singing they can suck dick."
The last part of his sentence makes you laugh a bit as he smiles and looks at you saying, "I believe in you y/n. Even when you don't believe in yourself."
Asmodeus: 5th Born
He found out you could sing when he dragged you to a karaoke bar.
"C'mon sweetie! You'll do just fine besides my voice will take the main stage and you can sing backup! We got this we'll crush every demon! And don't worry I'll let you pick the song, as long as it won't ruin my beautiful voice!"
You think he only said the last part because he saw you looked a little nervous but you were still thankful.
After the karaoke session you noticed how everyone there was looking at you and not as Asmo which was weird because he's the lust demon, then you noticed he was even looking at you with sparkles in his eyes.
He bowed to the crowd then dragged you back to the house of Lamination.
"Where did you learn to have such an enchanting voice darling?! That was amazing!! I need to bring you to there again, you'll be all the talk all over Devildom!-"
He stopped once he took a look and saw you looking at your knees in discomfort and silence.
"Sweetie.? Are you alright? Did I make you uncomfortable?" Despite popular belief he was actually very caring and kind and not always self-centered.
You nodded and said, "That was my first crowd in a long time.."
Confused, the pink haired demon asked "Well what do you mean sweetheart?"
So you explained it to him.
"Well, I used to be a singer in the human world but, it didn't really work out and I never really had a crowd that enjoyed my singing but maybe they didn't even enjoy it as much as I do.."
"Y/n. I know demons, and I know just by their faces that they loved our performance. Your performance! Don't be so hard on yourself, because I know that you did amazing and I'm perfect so obviously I'm right!" He said swishing his hair in an attempt to make you smile. (It did)
"There's that smile I adore! Let's get your confidence back and go to more karaoke bars okay? Next time you better sing a duet with me though!"
Beelzebub: 6th Born
How he found out was one time you were baking with Luke and Barbatos (and Beel decided to bring himself to 'taste test.') and a familiar tune came from Barbatos's voice from him humming then Luke joined in singing and eventually you joined in on the fun.
Soon the kitchen was soon made into a ballroom with you singing and dancing with Luke and Barbatos stil humming the music as Beel watches in total awe.
You're a little worn out from singing and dancing till you see the tall orange haired demon looking at you as if you were the most prized food in all of Devildom.
"Y/n your voice is amazing!"
"Ah.. you really think so Beel?"
He nods his head as Barbatos and Luke agrees.
"Well, let's just get back to this cake yeah?" The three boys wondered why you were so dismissive but Barbatos and Luke paid no attention and they continued working. Beel however did not forget about your captivating voice.
On the way back to the house of Lamination he asks, "So you don't need to answer, but why did you just shut down the idea of singing? I really like your voice and I think so does Luke and Barbatos."
"Well it's not somthing I really talk ab-" theres the Beel puppy eyes. Damn you Beel for being adorable.
"Okay.. I used to sing in the human world, and I really loved it so I tried to become a professional but nobody.. really liked my singing as much as I do.. so I kinda gave up on that profession."
This poor boy was shocked.
"But why? Just because some people don't like it doesn't mean you shouldn't. Your voice is very nice to listen to especially when singing. Even if you don't like it I do and so does Luke and Barbatos and everyone who didn't support your singing is stupid."
You smiled knowing at least somebody liked your singing at least one person.
"If you start singing let me know, I want to hear your voice again singing."
Belphegor: 7th Born
How he found out was when he called you up for a nap and said he needed a lullaby.
"Y/nnnn I need something to make me fall asleep I can't fall asleep without oneee.." Which was halfway the truth. After much begging on the behalf of Belphie, you gave in and started singing a small lullaby.
Once you were done singing and started humming Belphie sleepily commented, "Such a mystical voice.. how not famous lullaby singer..."
You laughed a tiny bit to yourself for how sleepy he is and turned to him seeing even though sleepy he was dead serious.
"How are you not famous.?" he asks.
You hesitate to meet him in the eye as he lays close by you, knowing him he'd keep himself awake until you told him or he would lay on you until you told him.
Sighing, you say, "I tried to be famous, to sing as a real singer. But people just, didn't really listen and I was unsuccessful.."
You notice a hand lay you down and the fluffy blue haired demon says, "Well they lost out on a good singer.. that means you're now my professional lullaby singer.. screw the money grabbing producers who can't tell talent."
You smile at him being this caring and start singing another lullaby to lull him to slumber as well as yourself.
"You're the greatest singer and make sure you believe that too.."
OKAY HI THAT TOOK A LONG TIME AND I SORTA GOT LAZY AT THE END- BUT TELL ME IF YOU WANT ME TO DO A PART @ WITH BARBATOS, DIAVOLO, SIMEON, AND SOLOMON!! (AND LITTLE BROTHER LUKE!!!)
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heongiu · 1 year ago
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Gun x reader fluff? Gun being jealous of us over a kitten ? 🥺👉👈👈
yessss ofcourse! our Gun being a babygirl is all I ever need! tysm for the request anon!
Gun x Reader | “me or it?”
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“Gun..” you whined lowly, showing him the best of your puppy eyes, and all that you tried was in vain. He was not an easy nut to crack, well not at all if it werent for you, but he was somewhere deep down weak for you.
“nope, not at all, its raining like crazy, and you want to pet that cat? really? what if you get wet or catch a cold? I cannot risk that you know” He replied to you, trying hard to sound so cold and ruthless, but really there was a hidden hint of softness to his voice, one which only you could notice.
“Gun..please?..I wont take much time I promise!…pleaseee?” But you werent going to back off that easy either, you were stubborn, and no body can move you away once you have decided something. maybe, he was considering it, maybe somewhere he was thinking of your request. but finally he agreed.
“fine, not more than 5 minutes okay? and no I wont adopt it in case you become too attached” He spoke, opening the door for you so you could step outside on the sidewalk where the little kitten was hidding in a wooden box.
“what a poor kitty…must be hard for you here right?” you picked it almost like you were caressing a baby, softly placing the small kitten inside your arms carefully, in case you drop it, you wouldn’t but precaution is always good.
“its soooo cute!!” Trying to contain your happiness at the wholesome of the small innocent brown kitty.
but there was someone who was..not liking it at all. and it was no one other than Gun himself.
“Caring so much for a small kitty huh? its not like its gonna survive out here in the wild, theres no point” the jealousy was smell-able, very strong scent of jealousy indeed.
“cmon Gun! dont be so pesky, its just a poor little kitten” you lightly punched his arm from the back, he was not happy at all. what had the kitten done to deserve your precious attention and why not him? he deserves it too and probably more, he cares for you so much doesn’t he? and he loves you just as much, then why would you care for this kitten more?
“ugh..5 minutes are gonna be up soon you know?” he remarked, obviously getting more irritated as he watched you show the little kitten your love more and more by every passing second.
“Aw man..I wish I could take it home, but anyway, I hope you stay safe” you blow a kiss to the kitty, before putting it down to where it was. Now all that was left for you to do was go back inside your car and ride back home. Gun seemed happier now, well, almost like he was about to kill it if you had stayed there longer, but he didnt want to make you upset in any way, after all, you did really love that grumpy man.
just know when you returned home, he didnt even leave you alone for a second, cuddling and hugging you, nuzzling his face in your chest, he wanted your love too, hes just as adorable as the kitten!
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silverflqmes · 1 year ago
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heyyyy, can i request a cute modern au fake dating prompt with kazuha where he’s the reader’s pretend boyfriend in order to get a free dessert at a restaurant? the reader is his close friend btw. in headcanons please!!
໒⦂ 𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒.
note. hello anon! tysm for requesting, here is your modern au fake dating headcanons with the leaf sniffer himself, enjoy✨
genre. fluff + crack
kazuha kaedehara x gn!reader.
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⌗ kazuha.. yk, he’s pretty easygoing, goes with the wind and all of that shit, so normally he’s down with whatever his best friend ( you ) may come up with
⌗ but when you come up to him and ask for him to pretend to be your boyfriend.. for a free dessert, that has his brow raising
⌗ “let me get this straight — you.. want me to be your boyfriend.” he would repeat, and you nod so he continues, “for a dessert..”
⌗ “and that’s so out of the ordinary how?” you would fire back, to which he would throw his hands up in defense.
⌗ to him it’s completely unheard of, but he knew your love for sweets, and wouldn’t want to deny you of what made you happy; he was your best friend after all, and he did have feelings already to begin with..
⌗ playing the role of a boyfriend was a once in a life time opportunity, and it maintains your friendship without you being weirded out by his feelings — it was a win win situation!
⌗ besides, who wouldn’t want free food???
⌗ “alright, alright.. i’ll be your boyfriend for this dessert of yours. what kind is it anyway, for you to get worked up this much?” he’d chuckle, loving the way your features would perk up. you were just too precious to him
⌗ “that’s just it — the menu is a mystery! but there are different options to choose from and whatever we pick is free! it’s an ideal situation if you ask me.”
⌗ and ideal it was.
⌗ the following day would be the day kazuha becomes your boyfriend.. for a free dessert
⌗ the minute you step out of the gates to your university, his mannerisms and attitude take a one-eighty as he reaches for your hand and steps closer to your side
⌗ it takes you by surprise, knowing your best friend to be rather respectful of space, not as touchy as he was being now — but you didn’t mind it, it sold the act after all
⌗ and it felt.. nice
⌗ but you couldn’t help the comment on your tongue. “initiating first, are we? seems like someone wants free dessert after all!”
⌗ a hum left his lips as he looked up at the sky. “something like that, i suppose. but i would think you’d want to convince the staff of your totally real relationship.”
⌗ the bickering jabs would continue all the way to your destination, where kazuha would open the door for you — though he’s done that before. he’s polite, after all.
⌗ says the whole “after you”, which just has you giggling and smiling upon entry.
⌗ the two of you are eventually seated and you ask for the couple’s special.
⌗ a kind employee would then explain the requirements to receive your free dessert, which came as a surprise to you.
⌗ in the ad online there was nothing on requirements, only to have a significant other — but it seemed the workers really wanted to put the both of you to the test..
⌗ it made sense, though. they couldn’t just give free desserts out for nothing — and surely many people would pretend to get free food!
⌗ there was no going back now.
⌗ and so you accept the challenge.. which is none other than the classic kiss of proof.
⌗ as fake couples would likely hesitate, and maybe even try to work around it.
⌗ kazuha stiffened at first, but was still determined to get you that dessert. cold feet would only decrease your chances at getting that dessert you wanted.
⌗ he looked into your eyes, searching your take on the criteria, and found you nodding just slightly — consent.
⌗ and so kazuha did what any boyfriend would have done as he leaned in to press a quick, yet gentle kiss on your lips.
⌗ they felt soft, against his own — his very first kiss, and with his best friend no less..
⌗ stuck in a daze, the two of you just stared at one another for a moment, processing your actions — the feelings a singular kiss stirred up..
⌗ until a plate of the dessert you’d ordered was placed between you.
⌗ “enjoy~!”
notes. i realize this is my first time writing something for kazuha so hopefully he wasn’t too ooc.. anyway hope you enjoyed and that i was able to fulfill what you wanted in your request<3
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ayoharuko · 2 years ago
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How about how the yyh guys work deal/react to you being hurt
Yay first request for yyh! Tysm Anon-chan :)
This is gonna be headcanons only, because it’ll get too long if I do it in scenarios that it’ll pass the character limit T-T 
I hope you all (and anon-chan) enjoy this! Reader here is Gender Neutral (they/them)
REMINDER: These characters dont belong to me to Yoshihiro Togashi. This is also fictional work so please try not to take this too seriously :)
~Yusuke Urameshi~
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- First of all, this man is protective, but not too much that his babysitting you.
- He hates seeing you get hurt tho...your one of the most precious people to him so if he sees you getting hurt...he’ll actually go berserk. Especially if you're human and have no abilities whatsoever.
- Since he has a lot of enemies, they will use you against him, and when they do, trust me they’ll get spirit gun-ed outside of existence lol
- If your injury is a minor one, then he isn’t really all that worried! He just lets you deal with it since he knows you can take care of it yourself.
- But if its a serious one...expect him to get really mad, he’ll start asking you questions like ‘Who did this to you?’ or ‘Give me their name!’ basically like an angry Bakugo.
- Once you give him a name, he’ll go and teach that person or demon a lesson. Don’t worry about him, his not the one getting hurt after all :)
- When his done, he’ll ask Genkai (Because you were brought to her) how your doing, and ones he knows your gonna be fine. He’ll rest easy and go to you and scold you.
- In reality, he really is worried about you...I mean you've stuck yourself to him this far, and he knows how insufferable he is sometimes.
- So don’t leave him early...alright?
‘’Dumbass...I told you not to involve yourself and now look at you...thanks for sticking with me I guess...’’
~Kazuma Kuwabara~
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- His an absolute sweetheart, the first thing he’ll do when your hurt is to make you smile<3
- For him if your happy his happy, but it doesn't mean that he isn't mad at whoever hurt you. He will stick his spirit sword up their ass you bet yea he will.
- If its a minor injury, he’ll just kiss the pain away! he saids, which earned him a bonk from Shizuru lol
- He also lets you pet and cuddle his cat. Eikichi, yea he’ll get jealous because he wants to cuddle with you but he’ll tolerate it, because you both are so cute :3
- If its serious...you best believe he’ll start panicking, he’ll calm down once your fine but...his still worried and also sad that he couldn't protect you...
- Like his supposed to be your knight in shining amor! The best boyfriend to you! So his actually really sad. Once you noticed that his upset, please comfort him :(
- But all in all, he’ll try and make you smile and happy because to him, he doesn't wanna see you sad or hurting. No....thats not what a man does!
‘’Do you need anything more honey!? Ah you want Eikichi? Alright I'll get her right away! Don’t worry you're knight in shining amor is here to serve you!’’
~Yoko Kurama~ (Shuichi Minamino)
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- Lets just say the person who hurt you won’t be alive for that long. No, their not gonna get a beating, oh no, their actually gonna face the wrath of Yoko Kurama. No one touches what's his.
- Now since we have Yoko and Shuichi, Shuichi would most likely have a chat with that person first and then see what he wants to do, but Yoko on the other hand, would want to kill that said person.
- But the thing is, he can’t do that, or otherwise the spirit world will be on his ass about it...so a little torturing wouldn't hurt....right?
- Also if this was a demon obviously that said demon who hurt you is gonna die a slow death, like Elder Toguro for example :)
- If its a human...well I guess scaring that human to death is more then appropriate~
- If its a minor injury that was caused by you, his fine with that! He’ll just ask you to be careful next time :)
- But if someone causes it...well their getting a way to calm smile from him :>
- After his dealt with everything, he goes back to check up on you, if your fine then he’ll smile lovingly at you, only you get to see that smile by the way ;3
- He’ll whisper sweet words to you, cuddle you, comfort you, words of promises, and basically be the best (fox) boyfriend you can ask for!
‘’My love, are you sure your alright? Would you like some cuddles? My love...please do know that no matter what, I’ll protect you..’’
~Hiei Jaganshi~
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- Looks like he doesn't care but actually cares, when his informed of you getting  hurt minor or serious, he isn't exactly gonna be by your side in an instant. More like just watching you from afar.
- His a silent protector by all means, his like Xiao (from genshin) a protector who would rather follow you and look after you from afar (isn't that stalking?)
- If its a human then he can’t really kill that human...because of that damn spirit world so he’ll...just give them a warning.
- If its a demon, then that demon is gonna be burned to a crisp aka ashes. Thats all.
- When he finally decided to visit you, he’ll call you an idiot for putting yourself in danger like that, but on the inside (he just won't admit it) he does care. He just doesn't know how to show it.
- If you ask him to stay by your side while you rest, he’ll complain yet he’ll actually stay by your side until you're healed.
- Hiei will show that he cares through small actions, such as, carrying you wherever you wanna go (With a complain) and actually cuddling you :0
- Hiei loves you, he just doesn't know how to show it but he does, and trust me. Anyone who hurts you, will be burned to ashes.
‘’Hmph..your an idiot if you thought that you could take on a demon like that, what? now you want me to carry you around? Hmph.....your lucky...’’
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DONE! thank you so much for that request Anon-chan! I enjoyed writing it as my first ever Yu Yu Hakusho post :)
Sorry for all the references btw lol
Now since I love this idea a lot, maybe I'll make a part 2 with other guys from yyh! Hehehehe this is gonna be fun~
Reblogs and Feedback/Comments are always appreciate! :3
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bbiemochi · 2 years ago
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helloo i reaaally loved ur last knights work and was wondering if you could write the same for mao?? thank you<33
𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏! 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 (𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎) 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎! | isara mao x reader
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[an]: hi, so yeah anon let’s pretend i didn’t just post this now in 2023 ahahahaha i’m a bad author so, i know that the knights fic was my most liked blog and i am really grateful for that, thank you for reading it <33 as for this one, aahhaahah i hope i wrote this one well for our precious trickstar member :,} nonetheless, tysm for requesting !
also small reminder, this is a point of view of mao ! new change for once ^w^
summary: he knows she’s a childhood friend of yours, but at least give you some space !
pairing: isara mao x g/n!reader
genre: fluff
note: f/n = friend’s name !
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THE STUDENT COUNCIL WORK had been more and more stressful these days after the former 3rd years had graduated from yumenosaki private academy. in repositioning for the role of student council president, mao luckily became the perfect pick, and retook over eichi’s position. with tori and his butler, yuzuru, still with him at the council room, the piles and loads of work multiplied over his desk were easily handled and documented.
there were times when ritsu would often come visit the student council room, bug him to let the male sleep on his lap while he worked, and there were also times where his unit would come barging in out of nowhere. sometimes they were a wreck in the student council room, however mao knew so far that they meant a lot to him. not to mention…
not long after he announced being in a relationship with someone, his unit members were really surprised. subaru wanted to meet who he was going out with immediately after the confession, and hokuto had to calm him down. yes, he had faith in his unit about keeping secrets (including when it’s about relationships, which is not allowed to be known by the fans) but there’s this someone that bothered him by letting him know who he was infatuated with. the answer is obvious to be ritsu. even if mao trusts his childhood friend with all his heart, he knew ritsu would grow quite upset to hear he had a romantic partner. most obvious reasons would be because of the knight member’s clingy affection towards the council president, however his older brother thinks otherwise for more reasons.
as now the current student council president, some rules were changed in order to maintain the academy’s strict policy for the idol students in which can be involved with other courses connected to yumenosaki. mao often had hard times with his job, not to mention there were times when his unit members would forget about the rules he newly establishes, and then call them over to his office for a serious talk. mao has always been serious when it comes to student council matters, as both his status as the student council president and an idol (also now captain of the basketball club) had always been a close reputation in his heart. however…
y/n on the other hand had too become a priority to isara himself. his endearing lover who was always patting his shoulder when stressed and giving him small pecks on the forehead (not in front of the other student council members of course, tori would fume in annoyance), this was their ways to calm mao down—other than ritsu sleeping on his lap during working hours, not like mao ever minded he was used to it anyways.
y/n is not a producer in the idol course unlike the number one producer; anzu. instead, they’re only from the normal course in yumenosaki that mao had met when the normal course had some requests for the student council. y/n was their errand student if ever needed something far from the other courses. this was an obvious one, as mao notices it was always y/n who would come over the office when provided with new requests from the other yumenosaki courses. it’s hard work being an errand student that’s for sure. though, that didn’t take long when mao realised he kinda wanted to see them all the time now.
it became a weird attachment towards him, yet in some circumstances that came from a clear realization, yuzuru would soon notice his ‘odd’ behaviour whenever y/n would enter the student council office, a smile always leaking over their face. mao’s facial expression would frequently go from surprise, stammering of words, and an awkward neck brush as y/n hands over some documents from the normal course. these are obvious signs for yuzuru’s ‘theory’ of what’s going on between the errand student and the idol course’s current student council president.
didn’t take long when a festival was held, and mao confessed to y/n after one of his lives. he was a little hesitant at first, hands sweating and shaking as he waited for an answer to arrive—and when such sweet words of reciprocation stumbled on one’s mouth, mao knew lady luck finally gave him his chance. and thus, the relationship began. y/n was more than lucky to have mao’s approval in almost everything they asked for, sometimes even if they weren’t asking for it. for example, free live tickets to his concert, out of nowhere dates (these were mostly fun, so y/n didn’t mind much), and secret kisses in the office.
although the other members of trickstar weren’t much familiar of mao’s significant other, they knew for sure of how in love their unit member can be when infatuated with another.
back to the main hand of the story.
it was a thursday afternoon in yumenosaki, idols were being once again piled with practices, live scheduling for the upcoming projects approved by the student council—not to mention, an ongoing festival happening over inside the idol course building. the busy units that were bombarded inside of their changing rooms to get ready for their concert while visitors from other schools were scrolling around different booths for today’s occasion. mao’s unit was going to be performing later onstage thanks to the festival plan anzu had prepared for the idols entertainment for tonight (much different than last year, the moment where keito embarrassed himself when he pretended to shoot a fan with an imaginary bow—so much to wataru’s amusement at that point), yet the only thing mao could think of at that very moment in his head of clouds was y/n’s appearance roaming freely inside the school.
he had plans for his secret date for tonight with his lover, right after his concert, he would swipe them away with him, and go on for the most fun date of his life (“we’ll distract the fans, sally! don’t you worry!” was what subaru said). still, it would be such a great help. when a knock interrupted his thoughts, isara yelled out a ‘come in!’ signal before the door to the office opened. he was hoping it was either tori, souma, or tori’s butler, yuzuru, however he never expected it would be y/n themself. a wide smile stretches onto his cheeks. “oh y/n, hey! sorry, i’m a little piled up at the moment because of the festival happening right now, it would be best if you’d scroll along down at the booths, it’s going to be a little boring in here…” was the first thing that came out of his mouth. he wanted to slap himself at that moment.
y/n giggles, “it’s alright, just talking to you would be enough. i have so much to tell you!”
talk about hearts jumping…
their conversation lasted for 20 minutes. mao didn’t expect for this topic to go on longer than this workload he has on his hands, considering he wasn’t even much the slightest distracted by his significant other’s beautiful presence shows how much he can multitask with his work. with their hand on his, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad…how much he wants to kiss them at the moment…however that would be far too rash for his acts as a boyfriend. just like this would be ok for him…that is, until another knock could be heard at the door. y/n stands up, letting go of mao’s palm, which saddens him a bit, “i’ll open it for you.”
“thanks.” his eyes were quickly focused back on the document on his hands.
the sound of the door slamming opened was erupted inside the student council office, causing mao to shriek in surprise from the loud noise. all that he saw next was yuzuru pulling an unfamiliar figure away from y/n, who was pulling them close to her chest. what in the world was going on…?
“y/n-chan~!”
“f-f/n?! what are you doing here?!”
“y/n-sama, do you somehow know this individual?”
back to 0 days without nonsense in yumenosaki academy…what a pain…
mao jumps up from his chair and ran to the situation, pulling y/n away as well as yuzuru pulling the girl who was clinging to his lover away. she looked…like a student from the normal course, probably because of the uniform…and her expression when she looks at y/n…also another plus of evidence. the girl tries her best to pull away from yuzuru’s grip, sounding annoyed, “hey, can you let go of me, please?! it’s very rude to hold a girl you don’t know like that!”
“it’s also very rude to just burst inside the student council office without permission, including if you’re from another course, miss.” yuzuru barks back to her. y/n calmly walks away from mao’s grip, and pulls the girl away from yuzuru. now, he was confused. “f/n, what in the world were you thinking?? didn’t i said to wait for me?”
“but y/n-chan you were taking forever! i wanted to eat but you were nowhere to be found, so i scrolled down everywhere to look for you!”
“y/n, do you know her?” mao couldn’t help but question. nervously laughing, scratching the nape of their neck as f/n wraps her arms around them with a huge smile, y/n spoke, “ahaha…sorry about this mao, but uhh…this is f/n, a childhood friend of mine, she’s from the normal course that i brought along here for the idol festival. she’s a little clingy like ritsu but she’s pretty nice. f/n, this is the guy i’ve been telling you about…”
the mentioned female who clings around his beloved stops to look at him and smiles cheerfully, not even bothering to step back a bit from y/n and give around at least some space for them to breathe. “you’re the guy y/n-chan’s been talking about? waaahh! i never knew it was you! member of trickstar, right!? the one who defeated fine at last year’s idol festival! it’s an honor to know that y/n-chan is dating one of yumenosaki’s greatest idols!” she beams at mao along with a giggle. “y/n-chan you’re so lucky! how charming can you get if an idol is also infatuated with you??”
y/n awkwardly laughs as f/n only continued to hug them close. yuzuru seems to also stay bewildered as mao is, ‘course—the butler had no idea if he should continue pulling away from the student office or leave her be, simply because she seemed to be a very close friend of y/n’s. “well none of it matters now, because in the end, it’ll be me y/n-chan’s going to marry, right~?!”
mao felt like a shard had been stabbed in his chest. yuzuru too was surprised by this.
y/n, who was now trying to push f/n away from them, kept looking back if their boyfriend was bothered a little by their childhood friend’s comment out of thin air, “a-alright…! enough of that, f/n—c-c’mon now…! let’s get going, there are idols who are going to be performing soon!”
“oh yeah i forgot…! quick! let’s order some food first before we go! nice to meet you again, mao-san! me and y/n-chan are going to go now!” mao wasn’t even able to say a proper goodbye before f/n dragged y/n out of the student council office, leaving both yuzuru and the current council president standing there, astounded.
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7:54pm
it was evening by the time the festival finished. and every paperwork scattered across mao’s desk was finished as well. the evident shining stars that twinkled beneath the clouded heavens looked down upon the realm of each individual walking home from the exit of yumenosaki. with a loud sigh escaping his lips and a grunt from the long stretch he did, mao patted a certain ravenette’s hair who was sleeping over his lap as he worked.
“oi ritsu, get up, let me breathe real quick..”
“mmn..” the mentioned male did as he was asked, and sat up from his childhood friend, yawning as he did so. if mao remembers well, the last time he saw y/n was around 12pm, right before the festival was starting—and of course, they were with…that girl named f/n (claiming to be a childhood friend of theirs, yet mao doesn’t remember much of his lover talking about her before).
“i wonder where y/n is…”
“maa-kun, do you think they’re cheating on you?”
“why would…?! ritsu, don’t say such things, i got a little angry with that, y’know??”
“sorry, sorry…please don’t get mad at me, maa-kun…” mao rubbed his arms a bit to calm himself down from such thought. no, y/n was never the type of person to cheat. as they had mentioned earlier; f/n was somewhat like ritsu…very clingy. there was no way ritsu would see that as something else…way beyond their relationship. he felt nervous and…kind of afraid.
just before mao could say anything else, a knock could be heard at the door, and yuzuru was swift to open it while holding a pot of tea on his other hand. “speak of the devil! hehe..!” tori giggled at the back, before munching up a biscuit in his mouth. y/n walks in, completely clueless of what tori meant by that, “speak of the devil? were you guys talking about me just now?”
“ah…please don’t mind them..”
“oh…hi, y/n~”
“welcome back, y/n-sama. please do have a seat while i pour you some tea.”
“oh! thank you so much, yuzuru!” as y/n took a seat across from mao’s seat, mao smiles brightly as he greeted them, “how was the festival? did you and your err…friends enjoyed it?” he asks, a bit timid. ritsu notices this small odd behavior of his childhood friend and chuckles; “maa-kun~ you sound discreet right now, y’know?” he pointed out, causing a small startle from the male beside. ritsu laughs along with y/n who giggles. the tea was served right away not for too long, and ritsu left after tsukasa came looking for him right after the festival activities involving the knight idols. yuzuru and tori both excused themselves for a while to talk regarding of family matters mentioning the himemiya family (it wasn’t a real excuse, all tori wanted was for mao and y/n to have alone time—‘reason’s why he dragged yuzuru into his so-called business).
now it was only the two of them in the student council office. mao started to wonder what was taking souma so long. “aha…sorry about this, maybe you should head home first. this work might take a while.”
“i don’t mind waiting.”
“y-you sure? how about your friend?”
y/n tilted their head in confusion, “what about f/n?”
“well, won’t she be waiting for you? i’m sure she might crash into the student council office again…you should really tell her that this office is not just an in and out room, it’s for business staff members only…and people can only come inside with the consent from the members.” mao spoke, not bothering to look eye to eye level with y/n, who just sat there and listened. y/n giggles, “i know, you don’t have to explain that to me. it’s a habit of f/n-chan’s, i’m really sorry if she had bothered your working hours during that time. i had explained to her about the situation as well, and she’s also sorry about it. i hope you can forgive her for her….recklessness.”
mao sighs, his forefinger and thumb pushing the hem of his nose as he leaned himself down onto his chair. “for someone her age, she’s at least got to know that rule, right? i don’t get it. why is she so clingy?” y/n senses perked up and tingled after that sentence….wait a minute…
“aren’t you bothered by how close she is? i pay real attention, and it looks like she wasn’t giving you temporary space at all.”
“mao…”
“i mean, honestly, ritsu can be clingy like her, but goodness she’s another kind. probably because she’s a girl? gah…no, her gender has nothing to do with this…or maybe she’s way too comfortable around you now…hmm…”
“mao.”
y/n’s boyfriend looked up to them after being called (for the second time), and his eyes darted away quickly. “yeah?”
“were you jealous?”
“…”
“…”
silence lingered like an aroma through the air, with the only noise coming from the outside view of cricket’s chirp and the wind churning an endless tune. y/n looked at mao intensely, while the male on the other hand looked straight back into their eyes, feeling lost in them. for a few seconds, he managed to realise what his lover has questioned, and his cheek burns. “h-hah? jealous? about what?”
“about f/n-chan,” y/n replies, this time a cheshire cat smile stretched across their cheeks. nervousness can be sensed in mao’s laughter, an awkward grin dug through as well. “w-wha…? why would i be jealous? she’s your friend, and i’m your boyfriend. the difference is huge.”
“yeah, i know. but were you jealous of earlier?”
“what type of questions are these? if you’re here to distract me from work then i suggest you just go straight home and rest for me,” mao was totally dodging the question, looking away from y/n who was grinning weirdly at him. this was stupid…why would he be jealous of such a small matter like this? y/n’s laughter could be heard, and mao tried all his best to hide the visible redness of his cheeks. “maa-kun~”
“a-are you really calling me by the name ritsu gave me?” y/n teasingly stuck their tongue out, “you were jealous weren’t you?”
“was not..”
another laugh. “it’s ok to be jealous, mao! honest! just confess that you were jealous earlier then—mph!”
y/n’s sentence was cut short, arms clinging to their shoulders as they were pulled forward by a force, lips meeting his, and eyes wide in surprise. a second has passed, and mao gently pulls away from the kiss, and sits back down on his desk, continuing his work.
“why would i be even jealous? i get to do that to you, and she can’t because you’re taken by me already, so she has no chance,” mao says, calmly, before resuming his paperwork. what a new side to the student council president…
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a/n: aha…happy valentine’s day…?
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soap143 · 1 year ago
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that 3racha fic was so so good! I love how your stories are always so complete, there's an atmosphere and it makes me really happy to read them, tysm for writing 🩷
since you're open for requests and I reallyyy love lee!han, could you write jisungie being tickled by his hyungs (hyunjin, 2racha and minho) just bc they think he's so cute and deserves to know? I just think tickling is such an adorable way of showing your love to someone if they're comfortable with it! hope you have fun with this request too if you decide to take it 💝
Of course I will take it, requests are very much appreciated. Thank you for the idea, anon! I will try my best.
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Even though Stray Kids have had a rough and busy day, Changbin couldn’t help but notice that Han didn’t seem tired at all. I mean Chan, Hyunjin and Minho were nonstop complaining about their sore muscles and headaches, signaling how exhausted they are, while the only sound that Han made were annoying giggles and sassy lines.
Right now, Felix was massaging Minho’s and Hyunjin’s sore thigh muscles while 2racha were waiting for their turn. On the other hand, I.N and Seungmin had gone out to get some dinner for the whole group. It seemed like a pretty peaceful evening, until the all rounder Han Jisung showed up to disturb that peace.
“Heyyy~!” the quokka said as he aproached the other five members sassily “Ugghh, what do you wantt~?” Hyunjin dramatically whined, partly because he was annoyed and partly because of a sensitive spot that Felix had just shoved the massage gun into. Hannie dramatically gasped and clenched onto his chest, pretending to be dying at the moment “How DARE you be annoyed at me? Don’t you see how cute I am? Everything should be forgiven to me, because of my cuteness!” everyone started laughing at him for his very “meaningful” speech “I think I’m cuter” Changbin protested, poking his cheek with his finger and doing the puppy eyes “Pathetic! Worthless! Zero points! That’s not even half as cute as I am” Chan said, starting to do the aegyo “AAAHH, MY EYES, PLEHEHASE!!” Minho yelled, repeatedly poking the oldest of the group “You have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, guys, I’m obviuosly the cutest!” Hyujin dramatically interviened, doing his best puppy eyes and making some very “cute” noises “Oh my God! (in the most aussie accent) What is that?! You call that cute? I’ll show you cute!” Felix playfully yelled “How are going to prove tha- HAHAH STAHAHAP STAHAHAP!!” the ferret almost fell of the couch trying to avoid the younger aussies sneaky fingers “See! That’s so much cuter~”
“STOP! I forbid you from continuing! This is not cute at all. I’m much cuter than Hyunjin!” Jisung suddenly greatly announced “Yeah, he’s right. I mean, his reaction to being tickled is much cuter than Hyunjin’s!” Minho said, sitting up on the couch as Felix finnished the massage “W-what?” “Oh yeah! Yesterday, I scribbled his neck as he was about to fall alseep and I kid you not he had the best reaction ever! He let out the most precious giggle that I have ever heard in my life~” Chan started fake wiping his tears, recapturing the memory “Oh my, I wanna hear that giggle! If it’s cuter than mine, you definitely are cuter than all of us!” Han gulped listening to his hyungs talking about wrecking him. Not like they were being direct about it, but he knew, Han knew that if he does not leave this very instance, he will get tickled to tears. So, he ran for his life, without even looking back. What a stupid decision.
Even if Han felt like he was gliding in the air with speed, Chan was hot on his tail. Jisung tried to make sudden moves to confuse the oldest member, but Chan could read him like a book, not falling for his moves even once. Han tried to quickly hide in the bathroom, locking the door behind himself. He thought he was safe, slumping himself onto the floor, more tired than ever. He was in such a hurry, that he even had forgotten to turn on the lights! Jisung lazily got up and switched the light on. He was not ready to see what he saw. Changbin was sitting on toilet seat, simply smirking right at him. How could he have gotten in there before him?! “AH! Hyung, you scahahred me…” the future tickle victim tried to fish his way out the situation by pretending to be oblivious, but obviuosly that wouldn’t work “Oh, I’m very much aware that I scared you, you screamed like a maniac(🫣)!” Han thought that playing along would make the situation better, somehow “Oh really? Yeah, I-I mean you did spook me quite a bit, I don’t think I’ve ever screamed as loud-“ “Oh please, this won’t work, Hannie, and you know it” Han just gulped. He was very much trapped, with Chan waiting outside the door and possibly Hyunjin and Minho accompanying him.
“Okahahay, this is so messed up Binnie, you know that this is nowhere near right, I mean, am I not cute? Don’t I deserve some mercy? This is NOT RIGHT SEO CHANGBIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING DO NOT GET ANY CLOSER” “Hyung, Binnie hyung you probably meant to say. There is no way out, if you would’ve let us wreck you without any of this unnecessary banter, than maybe we would’ve had some mercy. But now, oh Han Jisung, prepare yourself…” Jisung would be lying if he said that he wasn’t scared shitless. I mean, he was going to die, right there. There was no escape. He could’ve accepted his fate and just given in, but that’s not Jisung like. No, he would try to run away atleast a couple more times, earning himself the worst punishment on the list, but he would not give up, ever. So, in a desperate act, he slammed his body onto the door, trying to unlock it as quickly as possible, almost falling to the ground when the door did push open and running… Straight into Chans arms. He fought until the very last minute, squirming as hard as he could in his hyungs arms, yelling and begging uncontrollably “PLEASE, pleaspleasepleaseease let gohohoho Channie hyuungg~~ You know you love me! I will not survive this! I’ll die! What will you do without me?! Huh? Tell me! Right, you’re useless without me, so if you let go now, we can forget this and leave it in the past and-“ “For goodness sake, stop talking” Chan said, mischievously smiling at his very first stray kid, knowing he was probably gonna be dead very soon.
“Oh, I see that you are back. See, I told you, Hyunjin, there was no need for extra help” Minho said, greeting Chan and Changbin, who came back into the living room with a wriggling in their grasp “Oh, it was a piece of cake(🫣) ! Actually, I don’t even think Changbin’s help was necessary. Han would’ve gotten bored of sitting in there so quickly!” the kangaroo answered, lighly kicking the victims knee, forcing him to fall weakly onto the ground “He got bored even with the best entertainer in the world!” Changbin announced with the brightest smile on his face “Plehehehase, let me gohohoho!~” Han tested his luck one last time, maybe Minho or Hyunjin would have mercy in him… He was very much wrong “Let’s get this done with, Jisung is suffering so much! Can’t you see? He is burning with anticipation! I can tell how much he wants this…” the cat-man teased, approching the squirming quokka. Jisung didn’t even have any time to think before Minho got to work, taking his wrists from Chan’s arms into his own and sitting on his hips “Chan, hold his arms! Changbin, sit on his ankles! Hyunjin, come next to me, I’ll show you all how to get him screaming.” Minho instructed. The boy, laying beneath all of his hyungs, was crimson red and totally flustered. Maybe Minho was right, maybe he did want this? That didn’t matter anyway, because the cat lover decided to begin his tickle lesson “So, he is basically deathly ticklish everywhere, but his worst spots are his armpits and legs, specifically knees” Minho pointed at the spots, lighly poking them making Jisung squeel and jerk to the opposite side “I wouldn’t sugest starting with those, because the session would be over far too quickly. Now, keep in mind that just because I said that his worst spots are his armpits and knees, that doesn’t mean that he’s not ticklish everywhere else” Jisung became the darkest shade of red imaginable, the blush running down from his cheeks onto his ears and neck, like ink “For example, I will show you right now, his ribs are pretty bad too” With that, Minho poked two fingers, both from opposite sides onto the boys sensitive ribs “GAHaha! Don’t do that, please!” The rest of the members, like students, seemed to be paying attention and taking down notes “All right, now that you have a rough idea about the canvas that we’ll be working with, we shall start” the dancer took the initiative by squeezing the lee’s sides “YAHAHAHA, DOHOHN’T Pl-plehehHEAHASE” “Wow, Minho, you are the master! You’ll have to teach me more about this!” Chan teasingly said, sitting on Jisung’s palms and poking both his armpits at the same time “HAHAGAGAHAHAHA PleahehaHahese stop the teheHEHasing~!” “Oh, Minho, he wants us to stop teasing, should we go all in(🫣)?” Hyunjin playfully asked, clawing the poor vocalist’s ribs “YAHAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAGAAAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO MEEHEHEHERCY PLEHEHEHASHSE!” Chan was still poking one of his most sensitive spots, Minho would not stop squeezing his sides no matter what and now Hyunjin was getting him aswell? He was genuinely going crazy.
“This is boring, teacher, aren’t we showing him too much mercy?” Changbin asked Minho from the very end of the victim’s body, where he was lighly, but enough to elit reactions from him, poking his legs and knees “PLEHEHEAHASE PLEHEHEASE MINHOHOHOHO HYUHUHNG!” “Yah, there’s no need for you to be so cute while you’re being wrecked~ As for you Changbin, I mean, don’t you see this beutiful piece of annoying ass that you can get revenge on for all the things that he did and even future one’s?” Minho said with a smirk, knowing this was getting the younger so good “Goddamnit,Binnie, just wreck him wherever, didn’t you listen to the instructions at the start?” Hyunjin scolded, switching from Jisung’s ribs to his sides quickly, making the lee aimlessly beg and jerk from side to side “NOHOHOHOHO, ANOHOHTHEHER SPOHOHOT ANOHOHOTHER SPOT PLEHEHEASE!”
“Minho, do you think he’ll mind a couple more fingers joining in? It’s kind of boring just holding him down…” Changbin asked with an obvious smirk “Hmmm… I don’t know, maybe we should ask him?” the bunny pretended to think for a moment, looking down at their victim, who was almost dying “NOHOHOHOHO, PLEHEHEHASE BIHIHIHINNIE! DOHOHOHON’T” “I think he’ll be fine, go for it, dwaekki boy!” the dancer encouraged the boy, smiling as he watched Han get all red and squirm even harder, if that was even possible “MEHEHEHERCYYY, I CAHAHAHAN’T!” No matter how much the allrounder begged and pleaded, he knew his hyungs wouldn’t stop. Not like he minded tho. Once Cangbin finally joined into the tickling party, the poor boy arched his back in an attempt to relieve the torturous sensation behind his knees. He was laughing so hard that his stomach and head had started to ache and tears ran down from his eyes all the way down his cheeks and onto his neck, damping the collar of his shirt. Hyunjin was switching between poking and showing all ten of his fingers onto his ribs, Chan was massaging circles into his armpits, Changbin just wouldn’t stop messing with his knees and sensitive thighs. But Minho was doing him the most trouble — he kept on instructing the other’s about the best spots and methods while agonizingly massaging deep circles into his hips. He’d never admit it, but actually loved it, but he knew he couldn’t take much more of it, not when all of his worst spots were being attacked all at once.
“PLEHEH-PLEHEHEASE I-I CAHAHAHAN’T BRehehehahe” As soon as Hannie’s laugher went silent, Minho notified everyone to stop. He was very much aware that Jisung didn’t hate it, in fact, he even thought that he might like this more than he could ever hate it. However, Minho wasn’t alone, in fact, most of Stray Kids had noticed their bandmates strange liking for tickling (and found it very cute). With this information in mind, wrecking Han had become the most fun activity both for the lee and ler.
By now everybody had climbed of the red and sweaty quokka, picking him up and laying him down on the couch “I hope we didn’t go too far, Sungie” Chan said, ruffling his kid’s hair and handing him a glass of water “No, I uh, I wanted to tell you something…” “What is it?!” Changbin, Hyunjin and Minho exclaimed, stomping into the room like wild animals. Han wanted to share his very secretive secret that everyone was aware of only with Chan, not trusting everybody enough yet, so having all of his hyungs surrounding him left the poor quokka quite nervous “Umm, gosh how do I say this… Uhm. Ok, so I didn’t specifically hate it” He finally spat out the words, feeling his heart crawling out from his throat “What are talking about, Hanji? What is it?” Changbin knew very well what it was, but ge just wanted to tease the younger a little longer “You know! What you just did right now, almost killing me” Jisung aas getting very much red, not handling the teases very well “Oh no we do not, tell us what is it because we are very much not awa-“ “Please, just quit it, can’t you see that is worse than the tickling?” the victim of the teases let out a relieved breath. Felix had successfully brought all the attention towards himself “Where were you, Lee Yongbok?” Minho questioned, stepping closer to the long haired boy “Yeah, mate, you were gone for a while…” Chan had cought up with the tickle master’s thoughts, sneakily approaching his australian brother asswell “Step away right now, I’m not in the mood at the moment” Oh he very much was. No matter how confident and mean he tried to sound, the elder’s could read him like a book, especially Channie. In all honesty, he had left only because he didn’t want to worsen his very much bad lee mood “Oh, I bet he’s so much cuter than Jisungie…” Hyunjin slowly advanced towards his and his hyungs next victim “YONGBOK RUN!!!!” Those were the very last words that Felix heard before gushing away from the relentless ler’s before he got caught up into their merciless grasp
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Hey, thank you for reading!❤️ Sorry that it took so long to update, anon. I’ve just had no motivation to write, but I’m so happy that I’ve finnished it! Have a nice day/night
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Imma answer these from left to right! 🤍
1. I can but only if it’s okay with @velvetcrimsonkisses and maybe for a different fandom bc I loved her sm I couldn’t top that fr.
2. Yes I do! Just no one ever asks for csm and when I do post for them it doesn’t do that well so I think ppl don’t wanna see it😭 the most recent thing I have for csm is that drabble on aki! Here
3. Tysm for enjoying it! AOT and Levi were my first loves so they will always have my heart first. I hope the fandom never dies🤍
4. Hot take but I don’t think Gojo is hot and I find him really annoying😭 but lately the more I dissect his character the more I have come to appreciate him. But don’t tell him I said that because he’ll think he finally won with me. I clock him all the time in my smaus for a reason💀
5. Yes! Hidden Inventory GC WILL come back soon but I have a lot of requests that I want to at least put a dent in!! That started out as a fun original idea and it makes me feel warm and fuzzy that y’all are asking for it now!
6. Awe thank YOU anon🤍 I’m very honored you entrusted that prompt to me and that I delivered on your expectations 🤍😇 love you!
7. Awee idk about carrying a fandom, but the sentiment is sweet ty! Yea, DS is a show that me and my husband watch together and I think my second anime I ever watched? So it’s pretty special to me. Tanjiro is also so so special to me, I love him to death my precious son. It makes me so happy when y’all ask for other stuff that’s not jjk🤍🥹 keep requesting other fandoms and I can almost guarantee it will get done!
8. So I actually DO plan to make some of the pranks reverse so just hang in there for me!
9. Um wym? That’s defo Ino’s TikTok??
10. I think that’s cool!! If I’m understanding correctly Y/n is the person you were in a past life? If it is that totally makes sense! I always think of Suguru’s as the alternate timeline and Nanami as the true ending but your idea is way cooler.
11. Let’s kiss hot on the mouf, I’m feeling romanticle.
12. I’m a sukuna hater fr but I’m glad you like the way I characterize him bc I sure don’t 😭😭😭 but yea ive seen some where he comes off a little too soft or super modern but to each their own. i certainly don’t follow canon and I’m not gonna tell other ppl how to write either bc it takes a lot of courage to just be creative, and, or, share one’s creativity to the public. Tysm!🤍
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darkstar225 · 1 year ago
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Twice’s 10th member twerking just like her unnies
A/N: I got an ask on Tumblr and I loved writing it, tysm! I was blushing picturing the situation lmaooo I hope this sweet anon that gave me this idea likes it! xoxo :)
The request: Loe, it's me again . I've been seeing mina and now jihyo twerking on my fyp and onces are going crazy about it 😆. I would like to (request) see how the twice members will react when their innocent maknae do it like who will stop her or who will hype her up more 😆😂 . Love your work, please continue spreading happiness ☺️ ❤️
PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3
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Once upon a lively concert night, TWICE's members were preparing to take the stage. The excitement filled the air as fans eagerly awaited their favourite K-pop group's performance. Among the nine talented and vibrant girls stood Y/N, the youngest member known for her innocence and charm. Little did her unnies know that tonight, their maknae had a mischievous plan up her sleeve. As the pulsating beats of the music echoed throughout the venue, the concert began. TWICE members appeared one by one, capturing the hearts of their adoring fans. The crowd erupted in cheers as TWICE's honey stepped forward, her eyes sparkling with determination. Unbeknownst to her unnies, she was about to surprise them all.
Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and Jihyo, also known as the 3Mix or the moms of TWICE, had always been protective of their lovely maknae. To them, the girl was the embodiment of youth and purity. They cherished her like a little sister, shielding her from the harsh realities of the world. However, as the night progressed, the three moms sensed a change in the atmosphere. Y/N's solo performance began, and the stage transformed into a vibrant playground of colours and lights. The crowd's enthusiasm reached new heights as she gracefully moved to the rhythm. Suddenly, the music shifted, and a catchy beat filled the stadium. To the shock and delight of the audience, Y/N transitioned into a twerking routine that she had secretly practised for weeks. Her body swayed with confidence and precision, mesmerizing the spectators. The fans went wild, their cheers growing louder by the second (I mean- I'd die if I saw Sharon twerking live lol).
The first one to react was Nayeon that looked wide-eyed while whispering to the rest of 3mix, that was surprised to the point of becoming speechless for a little.
Nayeon - Is that... our child?
Jeongyeon - I can't believe it. Our innocent maknae... twerking?
Jihyo - She's really grown up, hasn't she? But this is so unexpected!
In a moment of collective agreement, the three moms rushed forward, arms outstretched, ready to shield their baby from the crowd's prying eyes. But before they could reach her, Y/N playfully dodged their grasp, giggling mischievously. She looked back at them with a twinkle in her eyes, silently asking for their approval while still laughing.
Y/N -  Unnies, relax! It's just a bit of fun!
Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and Jihyo exchanged glances, realizing that they couldn't hold back their youngest forever. Their initial instinct to protect her began to fade away as they saw the radiant joy on the kid's face. They decided to let her be, but not without a playful cover-up for a moment.
 Nayeon started acting stern, playfully covering Y/N. Jeongyeon and Jihyo soon joined while smirking and trying not to laugh right away. 
Nayeon - Alright, missy! You better behave yourself!
Jeongyeon - We can't have our sugar twerking up a storm without warning us!
Jihyo - That's right! Our little lovebug is all grown up now!
The crowd erupted in laughter, witnessing the endearing exchange between the three moms and their maknae. It was a lighthearted reminder that Y/N would always be their precious little sister, no matter how much she grew. After their playful interlude, Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and Jihyo stepped aside, allowing their precious dongsang to shine on her own. The other TWICE members, who had been watching the scene unfold, joined in with full enthusiasm. Sana, Momo, Mina, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu surrounded Y/N, forming a circle of hype women (lol this would be so much fun).
Sana - Darling, you're amazing! Show them what you've got! 
Momo - Our sunshine is a force to be reckoned with!
Mina - You're adorable, baby.
Dahyun - Go, bae! We've got your back!
Chaeyoung - You've got this, maknae! Let your confidence shine!
Tzuyu - We're proud of you, babygirl. Dance like nobody's watching!
Together, they cheered Y/N on, hyping her up with cheers and applause. The stage transformed into a celebration of freedom and self-expression. The girl's innocence blended seamlessly with her newfound confidence, creating a captivating performance that left the audience in awe. As Y/N twerked her way through the routine, her unnies admired her growth from a distance. They saw how she fearlessly embraced her individuality, embodying the spirit of youth and exploration. Although they still found it hard to accept that their maknae was no longer a child, they realized that this was a part of her journey as an artist and as a person. That realization made Nayeon start to whisper to Jeongyeon and Jihyo, making them nod with motherly smiles.
Nayeon - Look at her go. Our kiddo is truly amazing.
Jeongyeon - She's becoming the person she's meant to be. We have to support her.
Jihyo - We've done a great job raising her. It's time to let her spread her wings.
The concert ended with thunderous applause, and Y/N's surprise twerking routine became a highlight of the night. The members gathered backstage, their hearts filled with pride and love for their maknae. They embraced their pride and joy, showering her with words of encouragement and admiration.
Nayeon - Baby, that was incredible! You've grown so much, and we couldn't be prouder of you.
Jeongyeon - You're not the little maknae that we first met anymore. You're a strong, talented woman.
Jihyo - Keep shining, sweetie. We'll always be here to support you, no matter what.
Y/N smiled, feeling the warmth of her unnies' love. She realized that her growth didn't mean leaving her past behind but embracing it as she stepped into the future. With newfound confidence, she thanked her unnies and the rest of TWICE for their unwavering support. And so, with hearts united and spirits lifted, TWICE continued to spread happiness through their music, each member shining in their own unique way. Their bond as a group grew stronger, and their love for Y/N as the mischievous maknae deepened, accepting her growth and celebrating it with open hearts. Together, they embarked on a journey filled with music, friendship, and endless possibilities and this made the unnies have only one thought:
We are proud of our dear maknae.
A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3
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berrys-hide-out · 2 years ago
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Hii!! Welcome to tumblr!! Would you mind writing lee loid forger, with damian desmond and his gang as the lers? seems funny lol tysm!
Hohohoho~ thanks Anon and sure that sounds like pure chaos and evilllll
Lee: Loid
Ler: Damian, Emile, Ewen
Warnings; maybe a bit of swearing, Tickling
An Apology
Loid was on a search for Damian Desmond. Why? Because he had gotten to know that Donovan Desmond, his father, was going to be at the meet and greet.
“Hey boys, sorry to disturb, but have you guys seen a pendant with a sheep on it? My daughter requested my assistance in searching for it.” Damian looked at him rather unfazed “sure, is it this?” He asked and stood up from his place on the ground.
Loid took the pendant before gasping and kneeling down to the boy “you’re Damian Desmond, I’m very sorry for the inconvenience with my daughter!” He suddenly said making the three friends’ eyes widen. “You need to know that it’s hard to keep her under control sometimes as she’s a very lively girl..I hope we can make it up to you somehow.” he continued making Damian raise his eyebrows
‘Lively‘ was an understatement
he thought before reaching his hand for his upper arms, “you don’t-“ he stopped mid sentence when he noticed Loid jump under his fingers and earned a shared surprised look from Anyas Father. “Sorry did I hurt you..?” He asked “No, not at all actually, don’t worry about it, what were you going to say before?” Loid asked before he jumped yet again as Emile squeezed his side, this time though his jump was accompanied by a barely bit back gasp. “Boys please mi-Hind your hands.” Loid said as a short chuckle went loose, making him blush in embarrassment.
Get yourself together Twilight!
“Hm? But Anya has been rather over-the-top lately and didn’t you say you wanted to make it up to him?“ Emile asked, mischief shining in the child’s eyes. „yeah! What do you say Damian?“ Ewen grinned and let his fingers travel to Loid‘s sides Damian huffed as the father in front of him shook with the scribbles of his friends.
“Here look.” Damian said to his friends and squeezed Loids waist “hEheY!” The male protested and tried to stand up only for Ewen and Emile to tackle the spy and making him sit and so the fight began, squeezes on his side, waist, scribbles on his armpit when he left it uncovered to hunt the other offending hands.
“GuhUhuys quIhit Ihihit,” he chuckled out between his deep chuckles which were joined by giggles from the kids, all of them wearing bright smiles.
“No way! This is precious!” Ewen gasped and jumped from his waist to his sides and back again to his waist keeping Loid guessing. “BohoHoys!” “What? we’re right here!” Emile chuckled and Soon enough Loids face was starting to get red, not because of laughter but because they were very much in public and mind the fact that Damian’s father could be coming any minute!
Calm down Twilight! If you do something rational here you’re done for!
Damian who hasn’t actually said anything yet was watching Loid carefully. It didn’t take him long to find a specific spot right underneath his shoulder blade. Right there he squeezed and scribbled switching between those two they finally got a nice reaction, a light snort followed by laughter „OHOhOkay! IHihIhi‘m soHohOrry AhAbOuHuhut heHer!“ „wohoah, nice call Damian!“ Ewen exclaimed happily before seeing that Loid had switched to hiding his laughter in his hand while the other hunted Damian.
„hey! We’re also still here!“ Emile huffed „IhIhi knOhohow! IhI knOhohow! Lehehet Uhup ihif youhu couhuhuld“ he chuckled when Damian backed off hearing a car which hadn’t held far from them
„Guys Let up.“ he said making the two retract their hands „what’s up Damian?“ they asked making him point at Anyas father who was clearly embarrassed and had to fix his hair after having tried to catch them for those few minutes.
„father will come in a bit, i don’t think he’d want to see Anyas father like this.“ he huffed and let Loid stand up, the soft blush slowly fading as he calmed himself „thanks for letting up Damian.“ he suddenly said making the child nod.
„You know I don’t think my daughter hates you, quite the opposite actually, she often talks about you at home.“ he said seeing the young males face turn red „i hope you can forgive her and give her a chance.“ he smiled „wah? No way!“
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Hope you liked it! Might be a bit rusty still and I didn’t proof read so if you see any mistakes do tell!
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heongiu · 1 year ago
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Goo, Jake, Eugene and Samuel with rich reader whose love language is gift giving!!
Awww this is sooo cutee!! Tysm for the request anon soo we shall get started!
Gun, Goo, Jake, Eugene, Samuel x rich reader ||
Gun Park
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As discreet as Gun likes to be, his love language is something more sophisticated but savoury. And as much as he loves money, he would love to spoil you.
But when he found gifts randomly appearing in his room out of nowhere, you being the bigger spoon and paying for everything at a date. He would've never expected it.
His first impression of your love language was... weird, he was genuinely freaked out. He thought only he could do that. And him being the one receiving all that? Unbelievable.
He was flustered. His ears were all red and there was visible flush on his cheeks. he was a literal mess.
"W-whys this all here?.. " he asked you with a visible frown on his face, but he was literally blushing at the same time.
But anyway, he does love you a lot and so he accepts the gifts even if he feels that ‘weird’ feeling in his stomach when he receives them.
Kim Jongoo
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One word: Material Girl 🗣️‼️
Okay but, he really loves to spoil you, whatever you like, or have a preference for, he'll get it for you right then and there.
He's got his love for money, and all that money, so why should he not spend it on you? Since you're his pookie bear, sweetheart, darling, honey bun, sweet kins and what not (holy shit he's got a lot of nicknames for you damn)
But... When he caught a glimpse of gifts in his own room, on his bed, on the dressing table, heck even inside his closet, that man's face turned crimson red.
His hands were shaky, his face was sweaty, and he was all flustered mess. Just what did you do to that poor man? (Obviously made him kinda submissive)
"What the heck? She could do that too?!?" That, was his first thought.
Maybe you should've taken a pic of him like that, he looked adorable, like a new core memory unlocked.
But from time to time, as you continue doing so, he will get used to your love language, and it might transform into his own (maybe it was before too, but it'll have more love and affection than before)
So as you both keep gifting eachother expensive gifts, there will be occasional small gifts too, not necessarily expensive, but to make the moment precious and memorable.
Jake Kim
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Jake kim, is a man of his word, He loves to do anything that can make you fall deeper for him, anything that can get you guys even closer than before.
So he doesnt spoil you with money so often in terms of expensive gifts, yet he does spoil you in a different way. Little gifts like a love letter or a card, bouquet of flowers or a pretty rose quartz bracelet, if you are passionate about something, this man will do it all for you.
But he never expected you to spoil him with your money. he was in shock, and the flush on his face? he looked adorable, like when you call a kid ‘good boy’, that was how shy he had gotten.
He was all over the place worrying and asking you how much it all costed, and why did you do that in the first place? he doesnt deserve all this does he? (well he does and deserves even more)
“y/n!!! w-why would you gift me these?! Oh my god, It mustve costed you a lot right?” He asked you in panic, and all you could do was kiss him on his nose gently, to let him know you did this because you love him.
often theres times when Jake is with the Gang (Sinu, Brad, Jason, Jerry, Lineman and Luah) and suddenly he finds expensive gifts at his place out of thin air. And the gang is all over him, teasing him, and hes in the corner blushing and hiding his face like an idiot.
what a cutie honestly, you should spoil him more just to see his soft side show up.
Eugene
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As mysterious and unpredictable as our beloved President Eugene is, he actually does like spoiling you a lot and occasionally you’ll find him doing so.
Since you’re his lover, he actually enjoys to spend money on everything you want, or have a liking for, no matter how much its costing him.
But he actually doesn’t mind you spoiling him back, he enjoys that as well, since he really loves you, he doesn’t mind being spoiled by you.
He very well acknowledges that it is your love language, and so he doesnt interfere in that matter, and lets you do whatever you want to with your money so if you wanna spoil him? go ahead, hes very pleased to be spoiled by you.
However, he does let you know that sometimes its a bit too much, in case you’re actually overspending. (hes very gentle with his words when it comes to you)
He's not one to brag about the gifts he often receives from you, but he does wear your gifts more than often to let you know he appreciates your love for him, and that he belongs to you. (And vice-versa)
Samuel Seo
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Samuel, doesn't quite believe in spoiling someone with money. It's not that he cannot, he just doesn't resonate with the idea of it.
Yet often, he can find himself spending money on something you like, it happens as a repulsive act. Also Because he's way too deep in love with you.
Yet the for the first time ever, he had seen small gifts on the table besides his bed, he was surprised and shocked.
In disbelief, and to confirm, he asked you where you got these from, in case if they were actually yours and you placed them there 'accidentally'.
But when you told him those were actually for him, his expression was priceless.
For the first time he had blushed so loudly, with his ears becomes so red like a tomato, he couldn't even speak properly. So much that he actually had to hide his face.
Keep gifting him more, he might get used to it, but he'll still feel butterflies in his stomach everytime he would receive them. (Which he doesn't talk about a lot, he prefers to act serious af all the time, but you'd still know)
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larz-barz · 1 year ago
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<33 I love your art style! Itss lovely! and your stories, the way you write and draw your requests 🥺🥺 melts me~,!😭JSHSHSH, I love everything about your posts even your reblogs their funny and accurate HAHA~ TanjiMilo is cute! Love your profile too! It feels so precious to interact with you!! I can see that you are also supportive very of your mutuals! Howw sweeeett🥹💕💕 its lucky to be one of your friends! AHHH!!!
omg tysm anon!😭🥺 you’re gonna make me cry!🥹🥺💕🥰 i love you anon!!🥺💕💕
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