#yall i know his hat is distracting

[kulemii]

merry christmas, fourth chairman

[togenabi]

pick me up

roronoa zoro (opla) x reader

♡—zoro never paid your jokes or pickup lines any mind. that is, until something happens that makes you stop.

word count♡— 3.2k

genre♡— mild angst, fluff, straw hat!reader

content notes♡— opla zoro, fem!reader, reader wears a dress and tells very bad jokes, creepy dude oc, don't be creepy be cool yall, reader pulls off a heist with nami, zoro gets jealous, alcohol consumption, no use of y/n, barely proofread

also on♡— ao3

author's note♡— this is a request from anon! I'm sorry if I tweaked a few things, I'm not the best at angst hhhh I hope you still like it!

“Okay, okay. Wait. I got it this time.” You say, already trying to keep from laughing. 

“Why were the kids having trouble in pirate class?”

Zoro only side-eyes you with his arms crossed, vehemently unimpressed. 

“Because they were overbored!” 

Watching for his reaction intently, you keep your eyes focused on his face... Nothing changes. 

You tsk, but aren’t seriously discouraged. This is how he always reacts to your jokes, after all. “I’ll get you one of these days, Roronoa Zoro.”

The swordsman only sighs, leaning back into his seat to take a nap. “You do that.”

“Don’t listen to him, love.” Sanji says from the other side of the kitchen as he cleans the counter. “I thought that joke was good.”

“You’re lying, but I appreciate the sentiment, Sanji.” You grin at him. Focusing back on the book you were reading, you miss the amused, challenging look Sanji sends Zoro.

Everyone hears Luffy approaching the kitchen before he enters. “Guys!” He bellows. “We’ll be reaching land soon. Be ready to leave in fifteen minutes!”

The majority of the day is spent restocking supplies. You were all split up into pairs, but before you left, Luffy pointed to a restaurant with a flashy, illuminated sign on top that reads: ‘Bistro of Light’. How cringey of them.

“We should meet there for dinner! You don’t mind taking a break, right, Sanji?” Luffy asks eagerly, and you think that no one could say no to him when he’s so enthusiastic. Sanji nods, and you all go through the town until the sun starts to set.

The inside of the restaurant is just as ridiculous as the sign outside. Chandeliers of every color hang on the ceiling. Huge fish tanks and fountains lined with lights almost blind you. You laugh when looking at it all causes Zoro to wince. 

“Hey Zoro,” You call for him. “You know what’s faster than the speed of light?”

“...”

“My heartbeat when I think of you!” You wink at him, proud of the joke even when he only sighs and looks away.

Usopp walks up to a receptionist standing behind a desk. “Hey. Table for six, if you would be so kind.”

“I’m afraid we’re at full capacity at the moment.” They respond. “You’ll have to wait, is that alright?”

Everyone shares a look. Except for Luffy, who looks dead set on eating here, you all feel unsure about waiting.

“When’s the next table going to be available?” Usopp asks. “We’re actually a really big deal. It’s gonna be really embarrassing for you guys if you don’t let us in.” The person frowns, face screaming, ‘is this guy serious’?

But before they can reply, a booming voice enters the restaurant. A tall man, dressed in a pristine white suit and wearing jewels on every finger, pushes you out of the way to yell at the receptionist. You stumble, but thankfully Zoro is there to catch you.

“What on earth is going on here?! Why are there so many people crowding the entryway?!” He fumes, angrily gesturing to your group. 

“If they’re not going to eat, then I strongly suggest—” The rich man freezes suddenly, his eyes trained on you.

You keep your face as emotionless as possible, but you die laughing inside when Nami swipes a brooch from his jacket while he’s distracted with you.

“Ah,” The man says. His tone softening a considerable amount as he walks over to you. “I thought I had the best jewels in my treasury, but you're the most radiant gem I've ever laid my eyes on.” It takes everything in you to not back away. Zoro tenses beside you.

“Why haven’t these guests been guided to a table?” He asks, turning back to the receptionist.

“We’re at full capacity, Sir.” Oh. He must own the place. It makes sense that the owner is as gaudy as everything else in here.

“That won’t do.” He looks back to you, and you swear you could feel your skin crawl under his gaze. 

“I am Helios. Welcome to my establishment.” The man introduces himself with a flourish, bowing to you. His jewels and gold accessories glint in the light. “What might your name be?”

Reluctantly, you introduce yourself. Had this been a normal situation, you would have turned around and walked away from him the second he saw you. But, you could feel the crew going hungry, and you’re sure Nami will want to snag another ring or two—so you play nice.

Helios smiles, repeating your name. He was probably trying to sound romantic, but he’s not doing anything for you. Not when Zoro says your name much better.

You keep Zoro’s voice in mind, remembering how nice it sounds. It’s easier to smile at Helios that way. Time to lay on the charm, “I was really looking forward to having dinner here. I don’t suppose you could help us out?”

“Follow me, my dear. You deserve to dine upstairs. The view is simply spectacular at this hour.” Helios holds out his hand to you, but Luffy—bless his soul—grabs it to shake it zealously.

“Thanks so much for letting us eat here, Mr. Helios!” Luffy claps him on the back. Helios looks dumbfounded, and the crew does an impressive job keeping their composure. 

Helios tries to walk beside you as he guides you all upstairs, but Zoro is steadfast on your right, and Nami smartly positions herself on your left. Luffy and Usopp tug the restaurant owner along, chatting his ear off. You almost feel bad for him. 

Nami murmurs, her voice carefully silent so only you can hear. “Treasury, huh?”

You smile. “Of course you’d be curious about that.”

“Think you could get us to his mansion?” She dares you, eyes aglow at the promise of a good heist.

“I know I can.” You pause walking to check your reflection on an ornate, sun-shaped mirror. After fixing your hair, you grin at your friends. “I’m irresistible, after all.”

Maybe if you weren’t busy buttering up your host, you would have noticed that Zoro wasn’t eating properly. Normally, you would force him to eat. You would pile food on his plate, telling that joke about fake noodles being impasta that always cracks you up.

Zoro frowns at the meal in front of him. The fish seems to frown back. Sighing, he decides to just order another drink. But no matter what he consumes, a bitter taste always blooms in his mouth afterwards. 

The glass in his hand almost cracks when he hears your voice sucking up to Helios again. “So, you own this place? Do you live around here?”

Helios leans far too close towards you, but you grin and bear it. “Would you like a private tour, my gem?”

You place a hand on his arm, he may read it as affection, but you hold him so he keeps that distance. “That sounds wonderful.”

Zoro huffs under his breath. He needs another drink. 

Thankfully, Helios serves good booze at his manor. Zoro almost didn’t want to drink any of it, but he needs alcohol in his system if he has to watch you flirt with this idiot so Nami can rob him blind. Whatever she steals better be worth all this, or else he might punch something. Or someone. Preferably Helios.

You share a look with Nami and give her an imperceptible nod. With that signal, she passes by and pretends to lose her footing. Wine seeps into your clothes, staining the fabric and sticking it to your skin. Did she really have to pick red wine? You liked this shirt.

“Oh, my dear!” Helios gasps. “You should get cleaned up. I’ll have my servants draw you a bath and bring you fresh clothes.”

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve watched where I was going.” Nami loops her arm through yours. “Let me help you with that.” 

And so, with another fake smile sent Helios’ way, you rush with Nami to find the treasury.

“Be quick.” Nami says once you enter the luxurious bathroom prepared for you. 

As tempting as the bubble bath is, you only take a few wet towels to tidy up. You step into the curtained area, about to strip when Nami holds out a hand to stop you.

“Wait.” She says, her tone serious. A teddy bear holding a rose is propped up on a shelf behind you. Tapping its eyes, Nami scowls before throwing the bear into the trash bin.

“A camera?” She nods. “Seriously? What a creep.”

You and Nami inspect the room. It’s not clear if there are other hidden cameras, but she stands guard in front of the shower curtains just in case.

“Hey,” She starts. “Did you notice Zoro acting weird tonight?”

You frown as you change into the dress Helios prepared. “What do you mean?”

Nami hums in thought. “He’s just…” A dumbass, she wants to say, but doesn’t. “He seems extra grumpy.”

That causes you to laugh. “I guess I should prepare more jokes for him when we get back.”

She winces. “...I’m not that sure he likes those.”

“Hm… Maybe not, but,” You pause to think. He may not laugh loudly as Luffy does, but he never shot you down for being bubbly around him. “Zoro would have told me to shut up by now if he didn’t, right?”

“Huh.” Nami says. “You got a point.”

You push the curtains aside, grinning at her. “Come on, let’s break into that treasury.”

“Of course, my gem.”

“Oh my god, if that sticks I’m going to be so mad.”

The treasury was a vault full of everything from jewels to ornamental weapons. Nami playfully crowned you with a diamond tiara, and she put on dangling emerald earrings that looked stunning on her.

After filling your bags and pockets with the most you can carry, you and Nami head out to find the others. You run into Usopp on the way back to the lounge.

“I see you two cleaned up well.” He jokes. “Luffy and Sanji are in the kitchen. I was just on my way there.”

“Where’s Zoro?” You ask.

“With Helios. You know him, still drinking.”

“We should leave soon.” Nami insists. “We risk getting caught the longer we stay.”

“Right.” You hand Usopp your bag, his eyes widen comically when he feels how heavy it is. “I’ll just go say goodbye, I���ll catch up with you guys later.”

Before you even enter the lounge, however, you hear Zoro speak your name. Are they talking about you? You press your back against the wall, straining to hear their conversation.

You almost wish you didn’t.

“She tells the worst jokes and doesn’t know when to quit it. Thinks she’s hilarious but she’s really not.” Zoro speaks in that deep voice that would usually be comforting to you—but his words now pierce through you painfully.

“What exactly is your relationship with her?” Helios asks, and Zoro is silent. It feels like your heart crumbles for every second he doesn’t answer.

You’re friends! You’ve been dreaming of more but, you’ve always been friends.

…Aren’t you? Doesn’t he think so?

“I don’t know.” Your heart fully shatters. What does he mean he doesn’t know? “She just sticks to me a lot. It can get annoying.”

“Well. That’s unfortunate, but it’s nothing to sob over.” Helios kisses his teeth. “I don’t care about her attitude. All that doesn’t matter as long as she has that pretty face.”

You wait for Zoro to say something. Anything. You want him to cut Helios where he stands.

But he doesn’t. The silence drags on. The air feels like it’s pushing you down, crushing your lungs. You have to get out of here.

You burst into the kitchen, trying your best not to cry. Nami immediately rushes to you, holding your shoulders to steady you. “What happened?”

Letting out a shuddered breath, you whisper, “You were right.” It’s impossible to think straight right now. “I want to leave.”

You look to Luffy, still shaken up. Your captain’s expression is serious as he nods. “Go ahead, we’ll get Zoro and catch up.” Not needing to be told twice, you head out the door.

Before she follows you, Nami hisses at Sanji, “Talk some sense into that dumbass, won’t you?”

The entire walk back to the Going Merry is silent. You’re grateful Nami doesn’t immediately press you for what happened, but you know that you should answer her questions. You finally get the words out in the safety of her cabin.

You sit cross-legged on the bed, and everything comes pouring out. “He called me annoying.” 

“Zoro?” She asked, offering you a box of tissues.

“Yeah.” You sniff, taking the box.

“I’m sorry. That was fucked up of him to say.”

Unsure how to properly comfort you, Nami gets up and retrieves extra pillows from a storage compartment.

“Why don’t we have a girl’s night?” Nami asks, offering you a smile. It pulls a smile out of you too, the first one you mustered since Zoro crushed your spirit. 

“I’d like that.” 

Zoro is confused to find that you and Nami had left before them. Luffy gave Helios some lame excuse that you weren’t feeling well, but Zoro knew better. If you were really sick, the whole crew would be panicking and rushing to get to you.

He stares at Sanji and Usopp, trying to piece together what really happened. They both turn away from him, refusing to say anything.

In the next second, a maid rushes out, panting and screaming, “Mr. Helios! The treasury has been robbed!”

Fine. Answers can come later. For now, they need to run.

Once they’re back on the ship, Sanji follows Zoro into his cabin. He stares at the chef blankly, “Get out.”

“Did you do something?” Sanji leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Get out.” Zoro repeats, about to push him out of the room when Sanji speaks your name.

“She was upset. Asked to leave as soon as possible.” Sanji’s gaze is almost menacing, and his frown deepens when Zoro’s face falls. So, that’s what happened. You had heard him.

“Fuck.” Zoro groans, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Everyone noticed you getting bitchy over Helios.” Sanji notes “Did you confront him or something?”

Scoffing, Zoro sits on his hammock, the fabric dips under his weight. “It was something, all right.”

Wanting Zoro to explain himself unpromptedly, Sanji just watches him and lets the silence hang in the air. After a solid, suffocating minute, the swordsman caves.

“I called her annoying.” Zoro breathes out deeply. “I said her jokes aren’t funny and that she sticks to me a lot.”

“Man, that’s screwed up.” Sanji gapes. “I thought you cared about her?”

“Of course I do, but I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.” Zoro defends. “Luffy’s the only one who laughs at her jokes, and she’s always by my side.” 

Sighing, Zoro continues, “...but I never minded any of it. I learned to care for those parts of her a long time ago. I was only trying to get that shithead off her back.”

“You’re an idiot.” Sanji concludes. “You have the emotional depth of a sink, sometimes.”

Zoro, surprisingly, doesn’t insult the chef back. He stares at the wall, slouched and looking the most empty Sanji’s ever seen him.

“What should I do?” He asks. “How should I make it up to her?”

Sanji’s eyes light up, he beams and claps his hands together in excitement. Even if Zoro hasn’t heard it yet, he already dreads the chef’s suggestion. 

“I have an idea.”

When you woke up the next morning, you had every intention of avoiding Zoro like the plague. It was still really difficult to look at him, the hurt you felt still stings your heart. 

But unfortunately for you, he had other plans. 

You’re gazing out into the sea on the forecastle deck when you hear a familiar set of heavy footsteps. You sigh. “I don’t want to talk, Zoro.”

“I’m not here to talk.” You turn to him questioningly, but you really shouldn’t give him the time of day. Wasn’t he the one who complained about you clinging to him?

You don’t say anything. Only glaring at him and hoping he sees how disappointed you feel. Zoro stands here, appearing strangely vulnerable. If you weren’t so hurt, you would have hugged him by now. 

But you are. So he has to wallow in the awkwardness of the consequences of his words. He—wait. What’s that on his face?

“I…” Is he… blushing? “I’m sorry I wasn’t around in the past.” 

You make a face and blink at him. What is he up to?

“...Can I be part of your future?”

That knocks the wind right out of you, your jaw practically falls to the floor. Did Roronoa Zoro just use a pickup line? On you? You can’t help but glance at your surroundings to check if the sky is still blue.

No—hold on. He can’t win you over just like that. He needs to explain why he said what he did. 

“You said my jokes are the worst.” You grumble.

“They are.” Zoro looks straight into your eyes as he speaks. “But you’re one of the best things to ever happen to me.”

“You said I always stick to your side.”

He doesn’t miss a beat and answers earnestly, “You do. And I wouldn’t want you to be anywhere else.”

“…You said you didn’t know what our relationship is.”

That causes Zoro to pause, searching your eyes as if he’ll find the answer in them. “…I don’t.”

Oh, this impossible sword-brain of a man. Your lips quiver, and you realize you can’t fight back your smile anymore. “I love you, Zoro.”

His expression shifts from anxiousness to shock, relief, and a bit of something else... 

“I love you, too.” Ah, of course. Love, that too.

Slowly, tentatively, he raises his arms, inviting you to an embrace. He’s adorable, looking a teensy bit nervous that you wouldn’t want to hold him. Giggling, you rush to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he envelops your shoulders. 

“I bet Sanji taught you to apologize with that line.” You murmur into his chest. “If you tell me another one…” Zoro cringes, his frame tensing. 

“...I’ll give you a kiss.” His expression lifts, seriously considering it.

After a minute, Zoro clears his throat. You almost squeal in excitement.

“Roses are red, violets are blue…” A classic. This is going to be good.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel awkward, I just want to have dinner with you.” You gasp, squeezing him tighter. 

“Yes! That was perfect.” Laughing, you reach up and hold his face to keep your promise. 

You plant a sweet, short kiss on his lips. When you pull away, he’s looking at you like he would fight anyone for you. He probably would, if you’re being honest.

“You’re perfect.” He breathes, mouth against yours and then he’s kissing you again.

Hiding behind a pile of crates, the rest of the crew whoop and cheer. (Silently.)

“That was such a good line!” Luffy whispers.

“I still think he should have used the ‘I don’t speak angel’ one.” Usopp whispers back.

“What are you talking about?!” Sanji angrily, quietly mutters. “That was perfect because he apologized and delivered the line.”

“Shut it, you guys. I was right, he didn’t last a day with her mad at him.” Nami holds out her palm. “Pay up.” The others groan, handing her some berry. All’s well that ends well.

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[bleedingoptimism]

Eddie manages the band's TikTok when they are on tour. The content is mostly behind the scenes of them on the road, news about where they will be going next, band practice, jam sessions, etc. The boys have been friends since high school and get along amazingly, like family. But also like shit, just like family. So there are also videos of Eddie laughing while Frank yells at Jeff for farting on his pillow in the tour bus or Eddie filming himself while running as Gareth chases after him for eating the last cookie. HIS last cookie.

The channel is pretty popular even though it doesn't update often. And the links to their merch store and ticket store while on tour, help a lot with the band's expenses. Music being online makes people buy fewer albums and vinyls. And Spotify paying 0,03 cents per song makes being an up-and-coming band that needs money to rent a studio for recording, bus fares, hotel accommodations and to pay the roadies and technicians… kinda hard.

But the TikTok helps! So Chrissy, Eddie's best friend, Gareth's fiance, and their manager, suggests that Eddie keeps the TikTok going while on break from tour.

It doesn't take long to come up with the perfect idea. Restoring Eddie's old van to make it a small house on wheels for road-tripping. But they’ll need a handyman, someone who knows what they are doing.

Luckily, Chrissy has a solution to that. Her cousin Vicky, just came back from traveling the coast on a huge RV with her girlfriend and her girlfriend’s best friend and, according to Vicky, the man is an expert. He built the whole thing himself, from the ground up. So Chrissy tells Vicky, who asks Robin, who talks to Steve, and the meeting is set up.

On the day of the meeting, Eddie parks the van outside his place, sits on the back, and hits record on his phone, “Morning!” he says to the camera, squinting one eye as the sun hits his face because it’s actually noon, “I’m gonna do something fun during the tour break and I wanted to take yall with me. You see, ever since I was young, I've had this dream. Well, other than becoming a musician who can live off his music, thank you for that by the way,” he smiles and tips an invisible hat towards the camera. “The second thing I've always wanted is having one of those built-in movin' houses, a little RV, a camping van, you know the ones” he wiggles his brows and moves the phone a little around him, to show where he’s sitting so people know where he’s going with this.

“Sooo I asked a friend of a friend of a friend, who is an expert on making dreams come true, to help me and we are gonna mod my van. My lovely Haley, my faithful baby, who has been with me since the beginning… I'm scared. This dude better be good.” he laughs nervously.

part two -> 📱💞🚙

And then his focus shifts to something behind his phone, “Oh, here he comes now!” he waves enthusiastically and keeps looking, either forgetting he’s still filming his reaction or too distracted to save face, he squints a little and then frowns, blushes and, chuckles nervously again, “Oh no. he’s hot.”

☕🥐💕 coffee? by the lake's shore?

[itsbeeble]

Take My Soul, Take My Heart

SUMMARY: Seonghwa is a monster, this he knows. He is a monster, but he just can't help the obsession he has with love. You have taken his soul, staked your claim on his heart, and now he wants all of you

GENRE: smut, angst

PAIRING: pirate!Park Seonghwa x afab!reader

WC: 6,571

ATEEZ MASTERLIST

PERM TAGLIST: @winterchimez @juyeonszn @flwoie

FIC TAGLIST: @sanaxo-o

18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

WARNINGS: jesus christ yall im wishing you luck with this fic fr, lots of plot, violence (like a lot), many mentions of blood, weapons (knives, swords, guns), threats, swearing, alcohol, seonghwa is lowkey obsessed with love, Seonghwa and reader are both a bit psychotic, they kill a man (actually many men), bad depictions of pirates arrrrghhhhh, manipulation, murder, mentions of brothels, actually there are some scenes in a brothel so yeah, p in v sex, marking, oral (f and m receiving), poorly done dirty talk i fear, unprotected sex (please wrap it irl), this is actually kind of vile, mayhaps future hongjoong x reader but who knows, not edited so pls lmk if i forgot anything or if anything looks dumb as hell

A/N: HEYYYYYYY how y'all doinggggggg. thank you to @deobienthusiast for beta reading this IT TOOK ME SO LONG BUT RAAAHHHHHHH SHE HELPED MEEEEE. I've been wanting to do a pirate fic for so long but i never got around to it BUT HERE WE AREEEE PLEASE ENJOY AND REBLOG IF YOU LIKED IT PLSPLSPLS

Seonghwa learned a long time ago that love was nearly impossible with his life style. 

No matter his charms, no matter his will, no matter how he fucked, no one would stay. Not once they found out who he was, what he’s done. The crimes he’s committed are enough to sway those that he swore he would protect as he worshipped them under the light of the moon, above the swaying waves. Love, however, is nothing to him compared to the power he feels when on the ocean.

It was a choice hat he made a long time ago. A promise, really, that he made to Hongjoong the moment he’d stepped onto the wooden planks of the Blue Bird. He gave up the idea of love when he first drew a blade, when he felt the first drops of blood hit his skin and stain his clothing. The blood of men and women who threatened his crew, who threatened his lovers, who threatened him. He’d grown accustomed to the metallic stench, to the warmth of the red liquid against his skin. He practically bathed in it, relished in the feeling of it. 

Seonghwa doesn’t understand it, this feeling in his chest. This burning to be worshipped and loved. He cannot comprehend the longing, the desire in his stomach and in his heart. The longing that never leaves, lingering at the corner of his mind and at the tip of his tongue. Love is nothing compared to the power he feels with the weight of a blade in his hand, the metal of a gun at his hip. Love is a hindrance, love is nothing compared to the feeling of his weapon cutting through the air, through the flesh and bone of those who wrong him.

Seonghwa is soaked in blood still as he steps off the ship, his boots leaving wet footprints against the dock. Had the color of his clothing not been violently stained in the color, it could have been mistaken for the salty water that pushes and pulls against the rocky cliffs around him. A shoulder brushes against his, a hand pressing back against his chest to stop him in his tracks as Hongjoond looks up at him. That stern look is in his eye, one that the first mate had grown used to over the years.

“You know what we’re here for,” the captain’s voice is raspy. “Do us all a favor and don’t get distracted by any…side quests, if you will.”

Seonghwa’s tongue runs over his teeth, his shoulders rolling back and one of his hands coming to rest on the hilt of his sword. 

“When do I ever get distracted?” Hongjoong’s eyes are weary with travel, flicking from Seonghwa’s head down to his toes.

“Not what I meant, Hwa.”

“He means,” Wooyoung comes from behind the two, squeezing between them and throwing his arms around their shoulders. “Don’t fuck anyone. You know it never ends well for either party.” 

Seonghwa’s lip curls at the younger crew member’s words but he manages to hold his tongue. 

“Leave the man alone, Wooyoung.” San chides, pulling the cook back by the collar. “It’s not his fault he becomes blind when it comes to women.” Both men laugh, and Hongjoong folds his hands behind his back. 

“And this is funny to you two because…?” the captain’s eyebrow arches, his eyes glittering with a warning. 

“Well, I mean,” San stands a bit straighter. “Shouldn’t he know by now that ‘love’ doesn’t work with our lifestyle? Women find us, they fuck, take a bit of gold, and run off or try to kill us before the sun rises. Sometimes both at the same time. Love isn’t something that works with us. We’re blind to it, or it is blind to us.” 

Seonghwa pushes Wooyoung off his shoulder, his lips drawn into a thin line. Suddenly the bloody clothing that clings to his body burn like fire, uncomfortable and scratchy. 

“I have things to do,” he states with an eerie calmness. “I’ll be back by sundown.”

You take notice of the man the moment he steps into the tavern. Maybe it was his delicate features. Maybe it was the way the tavern went quiet with something similar to awe or fear or both. 

Or maybe it was the blood staining his clothing and dripping onto your freshly cleaned fucking floor.

You can barely hold your tongue as he approaches your counter, your jaw ticking and your eyes narrowed. His own, like that of a fox, are darting from person to person as if measuring how long it would take to strike them down. In a bar full of pirates, he is one of few that came alone. 

When his eyes land on you, he straightens his spine. I am powerful, I am a god, fear me. His body language is screaming the words, but you’re screaming right back.

One wrong fucking move and I’ll have your ass on the ground with a bullet between those pretty eyes before you can blink.

His lips twitch up into a smirk, yours deepen into a scowl.

“You got blood on my floor.” 

“I apologize.” 

“You don’t sound genuine.” 

He leans against the counter, eyes searching yours curiously. A glove-covered hand slides a gold coin toward you, your heart jolts. 

“I am sorry.”

“Apology accepted, gorgeous.” Your painted red lips curl into a delighted smile as you snatch up the coin before curious hands wandered a bit too close. “What can I get for you?”

“Mead, any will do.” His eyes seem to be searching you, sizing you up, and his tongue runs over his teeth. You do as he says, all too aware of his eyes watching you and staring you up and down. You weren’t a fool. You knew of your…features and what drew customers in. Men, women, you couldn’t care less so long as it got you what you wanted. Gold. Silver. Fuck, even copper would do sometimes. There was hardly a level you wouldn’t stoop to if it meant paying back your debt. 

You turn back to him, a mug of honey wine in one hand. He still watches you, curious and unashamedd of how how examines you. You let him, knowing deep down that you were doing precisely the same in order to ignore the man under your counter. 

“Anything else, gorgeous?” You lean forward, tongue dancing across your red lips. He watches the motion and smiles coyly. 

“Information.”

You kiss your teeth, arms folding on the counter as you watch him glance around the bar. “On?”

“A man going by the name of Socha.” 

Your body stills, fingers curling into tight fists. You feel eyes burning into your skull, and the gun barrel pressing into your hip grows tighter.

“I know of no one by that name.” 

The man searches your gaze, and you can’t find yourself wanting to look away. You want so desperately to scream out. He’s here, you want to tell him, there is a gun against my hip and a room filled with his crew all around you. Help me!

“Are you sure?” The man leans closer to you, tilting his head and bringing his lips close to your ear. “There’s a reward in it for you if you tell me where he is.”

“I know of no one by that name.” You repeat. “I would greatly appreciate it if you left my bar now, sir.”

He pulls back from you, pursing his lips briefly before returning to the malicious smirk. “If you change your mind, find Seonghwa on the Blue Bird.”

You don’t move a muscle until the door he entered through is shut. The tavern returns to its original volume, and the gun against your hip lowers. Your fists unfurl, and the gold coin hits the ground. 

Socha rises from beneath your counter, lips spread in a vile grin and a stench that makes you want to gag. 

“Maybe you’ll be useful after all, barkeep.” He leans in close to you, raising his gun to brush stray hair out of your face. Your throat tightens and your eyes squeeze shut, every muscle in your body screaming to run. “Loyalty isn’t something we take lightly on the Skylark.”

“I understand,” you choke out, praying to anyone who might listen that the gun leaves your temple. “Thank you for the…opportunity to prove my worth.”

Seonghwa doesn’t appreciate liars.

He also doesn’t appreciate the fact that the captain of the Skylark had decided to take an innocent woman hostage at his favorite bar in his favorite city. 

It was obvious what had been happening. Sure, it was typical for a port city to be filled to the brim with pirates, especially at the local taverns. What wasn’t typical was for the tavern to be filled to the brim with pirates wearing clothing the color of drying blood, a symbol that the Skylark crew had taken in the early days when Socha spilled blood across the ocean for miles and miles, his clothing stained so dark it looked black. 

He wasn’t stupid. He saw the fear sparking in your eyes the moment he said Socha’s name. Now it was time for him to wait for you to come to him. 

“You seem so sure that this barkeep will show her face.” Yeosang sits on the steps leading to the upper deck, twirling a curved blade between his fingers.

“She was terrified. Socha was there. Whether she wants to or not, she’ll be on this ship tonight with information we need.” 

Seonghwa leans against the railing, steadying himself against the waves that crash against the side of the ship. He’d changed out of the bloodstained clothing hours ago, washed the dried liquid off of his skin and let it run into the ocean. The sun is beginning to set, casting a golden light against his face that he soaks in with delight. The warmth of these last rays clings to him, and it’s when the sun has finally set below the horizon that he accepts that you will not be coming to the ship this night. 

“Maybe you need to do a bit more convincing than just giving a woman gold,” Yunho stomps up the stairs from the lower deck, a crate in his hands and a grin on his lips. “Maybe that’ll get you something in a brothel, but that was a woman working in a tavern. She knows better.”

“Shut up, Yunho.” Seonghwa spits out, whirling on his feet and stalking toward the gangway with burning ears and a boiling hot temper. 

He was pissed. He had truly believed that you’d show up. Was Socha still holding you in that tavern? Were you afraid of him? Were you afraid of what might happen if the captain found out? Were you loyal to the Skylark?

Seonghwa huffs, his hand finding the hilt of his sword again as he makes his way into the port city. It’s busier now that the sun is down, the streets crowded and filled with vendors of all sorts. Weaponsmiths, farmers, beggars, thieves. The streets became alive with everyone under the stars. It made it more difficult to maneuver quickly and quietly, but Seonghwa knew that he would only draw attention to himself if he moved any faster than he was. 

A delicate hand grabs his elbow and faster than the brothel worker could blink, there’s a dagger against her throat and her back is against the wall. Her eyes are wide, her lips parted with shock. Seonghwa drops the blade just as fast as he’d drawn it, his eyes lit with annoyance. 

“Care for a step inside?” Her tone, despite her previous shock, was sultry and enough to draw almost any many in. 

“I am not interested in what you have to offer.” Seonghwa begins to pull away, but her grip tightens. Her eyes are desperate now, and Seonghwa allows himself to pause.

“I believe you will be very interested to know that someone has paid good money to speak to you,” she speaks quickly, tugging at his arm to guide him to the door. “Please. Step inside. They will guide you to where you need to be.”

Against all that tells him to turn the other way and run, Seunghwa listens to the woman. She steps to the side, that seductive look plastered back onto her face as she guides him and other patrons into the building. 

The stench of sex is heavy in the air. It’s thick and nearly overwhelming his senses. Or, perhaps, it is the burning incense that overwhelms him. The smoke provides a haze, distracting him from the naked bodies all around him. Scattered across th4e ground, in chairs, on tables, in rooms that are only covered by a loose, sheer cloth overe the doorway. He avoids looking at anyone he can, but then his eyes find you. 

You’re tucked away in the corner farthest from him, your eyes watching his every move. His head tilts, tracing your body with his eyes. Nearly bare like the women around you, covered only by a shear cloth seemingly lined with gold. You tilt your head up, practically beckoning him toward you.

He follows you, putting up no fight against the primal urges inside of him that tell him to pin you against the wall and take you right there. 

His steps, careful and calculated, weave through the bodies on the floor, following you into the darkest corners of the brothel. You don’t let him get close, no matter how he chases you. It’s like a game to you, and you’re winning. Seonghwa lets it happen. 

“I’m sure you understand why I brought you here,” you murmur, your voice hardly louder than the sexual noises around you. A private room in the very back of the building and secured by a wooden door. “I had to speak to you where we could be…private, able to speak freely.” 

Seonghwa, for a long moment, doesn’t say a word. He watches the way your hips sway with every step, watches how you bend forward to light each candle. 

“You said you wanted information,” you speak again, coming to stand directly in front of him. Your breasts brush against his ribcage, your hands reaching for his. “I’m prepared to give you it.”

“In exchange for a quick fuck?” He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head at you. You only smirk.

“I had to bring you somewhere logical. Pirates love brothels almost as much as they love my bar. Besides, if anyone comes stomping in here, at least they’ll get a good show, won’t they?” 

You push Seonghwa towards the large fur-covered mattress with more force than he’d expected. He stumbles back, letting himself fall back until his spine meets fur. You’re quick to crawl over him, sheer fabric coming loose and allowing your breasts to come free. 

“Why are you looking for Socha?” You ask him, hips rolling down against his. Seonghwa stifles a groan, relishing in the feeling of your grinding hips and the way your nails digging into his chest. His hands grip the flesh of your thighs, squeezing tight enough to leave marks. 

“Why was he in your bar?” the pirate counters, eyes drooping in a lust filled haze. You click your tongue leaning down and nipping at the lobe of his ear. 

“I asked a question first.” Your lips trail kisses down his neck, a trail of red lipstick following you, and Seonghwa feels air brush against his chest as you undo the buttons of his shirt. “Answer me, gorgeous.”

“He has something of mine,” he says, annoyingly calm given the circumstances you have him in. “I want it back.”

You roll your hips down with more force, leaning back to admire his sculpted body. You shouldn’t be shocked. He’s a pirate after all. One with a gorgeous face, gorgeous body, and you’d be willing to bet his cock is equally as perfect. Your mouth waters at the thought, your body sliding back so you have easy access to his cock. 

“What does he have?”

Seonghwa sits up, leaning back on his hands as you work at his pants. A lazy smirk is plastered on his face, one that has your stomach churning and pussy dripping with need. 

“Ah ah ah,” he tuts. “My turn to ask a question.”

His hips lift as you start pulling his pants down, exposing his half-hard cock to your eyes in the dim candlelight. 

“Ask away, gorgeous.” Your hands inch forward, reaching for his cock in an act of near desperation. 

“Why was Socha and his crew in your bar?” Seonghwa watches as you wrap a hand around him, a breath of air hissing out of him as you stroke him gently up and down. Your eyes lock with his as you lean down to spit on his cock, and he has to bite his tongue to keep from losing his composure. 

You shrug at his question, letting a bit more spit drip from your mouth as you pump his now fully erect cock. “They wanted drinks, I suppose.”

“Bullshit and you know it.” Seonghwa grunts, letting his head roll back. You smirk, letting your free hand slip down to cup his balls. 

“Tell you what,” you dip your head down and place a kiss to his tip. “Let me please you, and if you aren’t satisfied I’ll tell you everything I know.”

“And if I’m satisfied?” He asks, reaching a hand to tangle his fingers in your hair.

“You take me with you out of this godforsaken city.” 

Seonghwa’s breath, for the first time, stills. He searches your eyes for something, anything to tell him what might be happening. 

“You…you want to come with…with me?” 

He’s confused. Why on Earth would someone like you want to come with him? “You have a life here. People who care about you, guaranteed safety. Why would you—”

“I have nothing here.” You spit out, leaning up to look him in the eyes. “I have misery and shame and misfortune. I do not care that I will not be safe with you.”

“I don’t understand—”

“Then we will make the choice later.” You kiss him gently, leaving him aching for more of you. “Let me satisfy your needs, Seonghwa.” Your hand pushes at his chest, urging him to lay back. 

“I don’t even know your name,” Seonghwa’s head hits a pillow, letting his gaze settle on the ceiling above him. 

“Do you need to?” He can feel your lips trailing down his chest, nipping at his skin and leaving marks he knows will not go away. 

“It would be nice to know who I’m speaking to.” Who I’m fucking.

“I suppose,” your lips touch his hip, right beside a trail of hair, and he can feel the way they curl into a grin. “You can call me Y/N.” 

Seonghwa can’t get a response out before your lips are wrapping around his cock. His fingers curl into the furs beneath him, fighting the urge to buck his hips into your mouth and force you to take as deep as you can. You could probably handle it, but he knows he needs to exercise restraint for himself if anything. 

Your nails dig into his thighs, leaving little red crescents in his golden skin as you take him. He can feel your throat constricting around his cock, trying desperately not to gag as his tip hits the back of your throat. Your tongue runs along the underside of his shaft as you pull yourself off of him, kitten licking the tip before taking him all the way back down again. Your nose presses against his pelvis, and Seonghwa can feel tears hitting his skin. Or, perhaps, it’s spit dripping out of the corners of your mouth as you hollow your cheeks and swallow around him. 

Finally a pitiful groan is pulled from his lips. 

Deep and gravelly as if he’d been holding it in for far longer than his body wanted him to. Your eyes peer up at him, your tongue laving at his balls and your hand pumping up and down while your mouth is occupied. Seonghwa’s hips jolt, little drops of precum leaking from his tip in an endless stream. His back arches as your mouth returns to his aching cock, your pace fast and harsh as you swallow around him and suck as you pull back up, urging him to cum faster. 

His back arches off the bed, his jaw drop and hollow moans pouring from his lips. One of his hands finds your hair, holding you in place as he begins to piston his hips up. Your eyes widen, your hands flailing briefly to find purchase on something, anything to keep you somewhat upright. You’re gagging now, unable to help it as Seonghwa’s cock punches the back of your throat. 

You like it, though. You like how rough he is with you, the way he lets himself lose control and become blinded by his own pleasure. His hands yank at the strands of your hair, and a moan escapes you. The vibrations run down his cock, and suddenly Seonghwa’s hips stutter and thick, white hot liquid is spurting down your throat. You try pulling off of him, the liquid coming out too quickly for you to keep up with, but Seonghwa forces you back down, forces you to take all of it down his throat.

“That’s it,” he coos, breathless and mocking. “Take it all. Take everything I’m giving you.” The snide comments pull a whimper out of you, and you allow yourself to relax just enough to swallow all of his cum. 

When he finally releases you and allows you to pull off, there’s droplets of cum running down your chin. Your cheeks are burning, your chest rising and falling rapidly, and you’re pretty sure your hair is a knotted, uncontrollable mess. 

He’s smirking down at you. I am powerful, I am a god, fear me.

You raise yourself up, slotting your lips against his. You are powerful. I am not afraid of you.

“Are you satisfied, then?” You murmur, letting one hand come up to cup the back of his neck, the other slipping down to soothe the ache in your dripping pussy. Seonghwa kisses his teeth.

“You think my cock down your throat is enough to satisfy me, darling?” Your breath hitches at the vile nature of his words. It isn’t as if you hadn’t heard that before, however he says it so…condescendingly. As if you were a fool to assume that he would be done with you just yet. 

“Are you not…satisfied?” 

“I’ll make you a deal, darling,” The tip of a blade rests under your chin and your stomach churns, however it isn’t with fear. No…this is something else entirely. This is…lust? No…it burns too sweet to be lust. “Take me to Socha, kill him yourself, and fuck me in his bed while my captain kills the rest of his crew, and then I’ll be satisfied. Do we have a deal?”

“Will you let me come with you?” Your eyes gleam, and Seonghwa jerks your head up to kiss you. ‘Kiss’ being a very loose term. With his blade against your throat, he shoves his tongue into your mouth, and you push yours against him just as hard. Teeth clash, biting at each othe harshly in a motion that’ll leave you both bruised and bleeding. 

“I’ll let you come with me.” 

You weren’t expecting them to trust you. Hell, you half expected to be shot dead the moment you stepped onto the Blue Bird. Hongjoong stairs you down with curiosity and doubt in his gaze, but he says nothing as the crew argues over whether or not to trust you and your word. Or, rather, Seonghwa’s word. 

“You think we can trust her?” Mingi is eyeing you up and down, his lips curled into a sneer. “She’s a barkeep, she’ll say anything for some gold and a quick fuck.” 

You bare your teeth right back at him. “Is that not what a pirate is? Roaming the seas and sticking their cocks into the first hole they see and grabbing as much gold and ale as they can carry?” 

Mingi is far larger than you are, but you are not afraid. You cannot be afraid if you wish to be on this ship for the rest of your days. You cannot be afraid of the men Seonghwa sails with and commands. 

“And what of Seonghwa?” Jongho, the quiet one in the corner, chimes in. “Do we not trust him? Right hand of our captain, are you doubting that he has our best interest in his mind?”

“I think that he slept with the first person he saw and immediately became blind to reality.” Mingi snaps back. “How long before this one leaves you? How long before you decide you’re sick of her and throw her overboard?”

Your heart drops to your stomach and your head whips to look up at Seonghwa who has gone still beside you.

“What is he talking about, Seonghwa?” Your hand pulls from his, but he grabs it right back.

“He is speaking nonsense,” he snaps, eyes glaring at Mingi. “I know exactly what I am doing. I know who I can and cannot trust. She is loyal to us, not to anyone else.”

“And you got all that from having your cock down her—”

“Enough!” Hongjoong’s voice rises over the others. All it takes is that one word for all to go quiet, their gazes on him as he rises from his seat on the table. “Seonghwa is my right hand, if he says that this woman is to be trusted then she will be trusted by us!”

“But—” Mingi tries to argue but a pair of dagger-like eyes hone in on him. 

“Do you want to be on slop duty?” Mingi’s face goes green and the eyes are trained back on you. “And you— are you so certain that you want to join us?”

“I am certain, Captain,” you tell him, dipping your head into a nod. “I have never wanted anything more.”

“Then it’s settled,” Hongjoong declares. “We kill Socha at sunset tomorrow.”

There’s an odd sense of safety that you feel while you approach the Skylark. You can hear the chatter of the crew from the edge of the gangway, but you know that a crew of your own is watching and waiting for your signal. 

Your signal, of course, being Socha’s body being dumping into the harbor. 

“Hey! Look who it is!” 

A hand clamps down onto your shoulder and you grimace at the first mate’s disgusting smile. 

“Little miss barkeep came to pay us a visit!” The crew erupts into cheers, some calling for a drink and some calling for you to give them a show. Bile rises in your throat at the sounds they make. Suddenly the blade up your sleeve feels a lot lighter in your hand. “How can we help you, little miss?”

“I need to speak with Socha.” Your voice holds steady, thankfully. 

“Socha isn’t expecting you today.” The first mate clicks his tongue. “I’ll take a message.”

“This is urgent,” you argue. “I have information on the Blue Bird’s crew.” 

The first mate barks out a laugh, throwing his head back as he bellows. The crew joins him, and your cheeks begin to heat up. 

“You think we give a fuck about that measly little crew?” The first mate cries.

“What are those dumb fucks going to do to a crew of 80 men?” Someone across the deck cries. “We have ten to their one, they can try but they won’t fucking get past the gangway.”

“Now, now gentlemen.” A deeper, gravelly voice to your right grabs everyone’s attention. Socha leans against a railing closest to his cabin, lip curled at you in what looks like disguswt. “The little miss has information for us! We should hear her out.”

“Socha,” you breathe out andhe clicks his tongue. 

“I don’t believe we have rewarded you yet for your…loyalty, have we?” He’s five steps from you, almost close enough to stab him. His hand reaches for you, and you take it. Two steps, only a bit too far from the edge of the ship. 

“Can we…can we speak a bit more privately?” You look at him through your eyelashes, lips pushed out just a bit. “It’s a little loud out here.”

“Of course, little miss.” Socha’s hand on the small of your back makes you want to light someone on fire. It disgusts you, and the bile begins to rise in your stomach again as he guides you to his quarters. He lets you in first, keeping his eyes on your swaying hips the entire time.

As soon as the door shuts behind him, you spin around to face him. 

He’s one step away.

The knife in your sleeves drops into your palm.

You raise your blade to strike him.

A gunshot.

Both of you go silent, your bodies going still. There’s something wet soaking your skirts, you stumble back. Your eyes raise to the man behind Socha.

The captain hits the ground, blood pooling around him. Blood stains your cheeks and your white shirt. 

There’s commotion outside the cabin. 

“I had it handled, Seonghwa.” Your eyes narrow, and your lover barks out a laugh.

“I know, darling. But he would have shot you the moment he saw that blade.” A body hits the door, wood beginning to splinter as Seonghwa takes the two steps he needs to reach you. Blood soaks the bottoms of his boots, but neither of you care. His hands come to cup your cheeks, blood smearing across your skin as he brushes over your cheekbones with his thumbs. 

“You did wonderfully, my love.” He murmurs, and you find yourself beaming. “I think, however, you still have part of your deal to hold up to.”

“His cabin is a bit far,” your lips are brushing his and you lift your head just a bit to try and kiss him but he tuts at you.

“A deal is a deal, my love. I will not be fucking you near a dead body.” His nose curls and he kicks Socha out of the way. 

“Fine. Have it your way, gorgeous.” 

You take his hand in your own, swinging the door of the captain’s quarters open to reveal the end of a blood bath. Hongjoong is watching from the upper deck as the other six members of his crew dump bodies into the harbor. You catch his eye as you move through the masses and down to Socha’s cabin and he gives you a small nod. 

You did well.

I know I did. You keep your head high, a proud smirk on your lips before you disappear with Seonghwa hot on your heels. 

Seonghwa’s lips are hot on your neck, his hands dancing over your body grabbing at everything they can. Airy moans pull from your lips, an addicting sound that has Seonghwa afraid that you may be a siren. He cannot get enough of you, cannot pull away even if he tried. 

In the center of the room, the two of you stand bare and ready for each other. A pile of clothes surrounds you, a bed behind you and a desk covered in papers in front of you. 

“You’re fucking addicting,” Seonghwa growls, grabbing at your hair and yanking your head back to bare your neck for him. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.” 

You can’t respond, hands shaking as they grab at Seonghwa just as harshly as he’d grabbed you. Your nails scratch down his chest, his back. Into his hips to try and force him closer to your body, but he keeps himself just out of your reach. 

“Mingi was right,” Seonghwa grunts as he spins you around, pinning you against the desk and throwing everything that was on it to the side to make way for you. He shoves you back, pinning your shoulders against it. “I became blind to reality the moment I saw you in that fucking tavern. Addicted to you the moment you spoke to me.”

His lips reattach to your skin, making their way down your throat, past the valley of your breasts and down to your navel. His hands grip the flesh your thighs, forcing your thighs apart to make way for him. You’re dripping for him, you can feel the liquid pooling at your center, dripping down your thighs and onto the desk below you. 

“Fuck, I will never go a day without looking at this pretty pussy.” 

Seonghwa’s hand rubs against your folds, spreading them and rubbing your slick around for a moment before pulling back.

Smack!

The sting is almost unbearable, your back arching as you wail and Seonghwa’s hand cracks down on your pussy once more. 

“So pretty for me, love when I get rough, hm?” You can barely hear him. Hell, you don’t think he can hear himself in this lust filled haze. “You’ve taken my soul, taken my heart from its confines. You have to pay for that, you know?” 

You whine when his lips touch your cunt for the first time. Soft at first, kitten licks and little kisses against your clit that quickly become harsh sucks and nips that have your back arching and legs thrashing over his shoulders. It’s easy for him to pin your body down, making heat growing in your stomach as he eats you like a man starved. His long tongue dips into you, digging in as far as it can go before Seonghwa drags it up to swirl around your clit, drawing figure-eights with the tip of it and making your body writhe before he repeats the process. 

A knot begins to form in the pit of your stomach, and you cry and beg for Seonghwa to please please please, faster, more more, god please. Fat tears roll down your cheeks as he focuses his attention on your puffy clit, digging his tongue into it and listening to the way you scream his name. Your back arches one final time before you’re coming undone beneath him, your body quivering and your hole clenching repeatedly. Your hands find purchase in his dark hair, yanking at the strands for some semblance of a grasp on reality. 

You don’t get long to recover before Seonghwa is flipping you over and pinning you down again, face down against the desk. You can practically smell your own cum, and you try to push yourself up just a little bit. 

“You’re not trying to get up, are you?” Seonghwa’s lips are right next to your ear. “You know what to say if you want me stop, darling.” His lips nip at your ear and you whine desperately, finally caving and letting your arms drop. “Good girl.”

His hands rub against the backs of your legs, massaging them gently before spreading them open once more. 

“You ready for me?” His hand traces along your dripping folds, waiting patiently for your response. 

“Please, Seonghwa,” you whine. “Please fuck me!” 

So he does. 

The stretch burns as he pushes in, but he’s quick to soothe you, kissing your shoulders and down your spine so, so gently compared to what you know he’s going to do to you. Your walls clamp down on him like a vice, trying desperately to push him out but pull him in at the same time. 

“So tight,” he groans, biting into your back as he finally sheathes himself inside of you completely, engulfed by the warmth of your walls and somewhat reluctant to pull out again. “Fuck, you feel so good around me, darling.”

“Hwa,” you moan out, hands clawing at the desk as you try to push back against him, trying to get him deeper inside of you. “Please, please move!” 

His hips begin moving before you can finish your statement. He sets a fast, brutal pace, each thrust punching the air out of you and leaving you wailing his name. You scramble to find purchase on the edges of the desk, holding tightly so as to not slide off. Seonghwa grabs at your shoulder with one hand, the other gripping your hip as he slams his hips against yours. His cock reaches places you never believe one could, brushing against a spot inside of you that has your vision going white with pleasure, your hiccuped moans becoming nearly silent screams. The knot inside of you draws tight again, and Seonghwa is practically throwing you over the edge as your body seizes up once more.

“Fuck,” he grunts out. “Cumming again already?”

“I— I can—can’t help it!” You hiccup. “Feel—feels so—so good!”

“Yeah, I bet it does,” Seonghwa grunts, letting his head fall back and his jaw fall open as your fluttering walls force him closer to the edge than he wants to be. “Fuck, don’t wanna cum yet but this pussy feels too good.”

His body folds over yours, one of his hands slipping down to find your clit. Cries of overstimulation pull from your lips, your body shaking as he continues to rail you into the desk. Seonghwa’s hips begin to stutter, and the moment he feels your walls flutter around his for the final time, he’s cumming. He breathing is ragged, quiet whines pulled from his lips as your pussy clenches around his cock. 

You can barely move as he pulls out of you, your body covering in sweat and cum. Seonghwa runs a hand over his face, catching his breath and brushing his hair back. 

“You alright?” He crouches near your face, tracing a finger along your cheekbone while you recover. “Here, let me help you.” 

Seonghwa is quick to lift you up, shushing you when you whine, and carries you over to a surprisingly luscious bed. He sits against the wall, your body curling into his as you both recover. The steady rocking of the waves against the ship seems to calm you, your breathing evening out until you’re fast asleep in his lap. 

He’s almost asleep himself until the door of the captain’s cabin swings open and Hongjoong barges in. 

The captain’s eyes fall to you briefly, and Seonghwa swears he can see his tongue running over his lip before Hongjoong’s eyes are back on the right hand. 

“We gotta get going, soldiers from the upper city are on their way down to find out why there’s bodies in the water.”

Your body stirs, eyes fluttering open quietly and Seonghwa grins. 

His heart and soul belongs to you now. You, the first and only one to not run from the monster he’d become. 

“And so it begins.” 

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[tokischaaaaa]

close to you 🌙

!hamzah x !musical reader

warning! : fluff, little smut

side note: okay so i wanted to look for songs that were ig similar to 6 FEET and i found lots of pinkpantheress songs SOOOO basically y/n is y/n, NOT pinkpantheress but the song that is made is technically by pinkpantheress so bla bla bla enjoy pookies

word count!: 2.3k!!

"i don’t know elijah,” you sigh rubbing your forehead, “this sounds like crack like bad crack, like im overlapped and behind.” you groan grabbing your phone to distract yourself from getting even more upset.

upset at the fact that a song that you had made with love and such integrity wasn’t computing when your producer, elijah, couldn’t translate your message in the studio.

“listen y/n, i know, i’m confused too but what if we take a quick break, grab some food and maybe light a joint?” elijah suggested.

“whatever fine, let’s go before i eat the microphone.” you giggle.

you and elijah head towards downtown to see what’s open this late, yall both walk a few more streets until elijah stops you.

“there!” he says pointing at a mcdonald’s, it somewhat looked better than other ones so they both decided to try this clean looking mcdonald’s out.

as they walked in elijah signaled to y/n that he had to use the restroom, as she walked to the register she was lookin at the menu then looked down and met eyes with the worker.

a young man with frizzy curly black hair and dark bambi eyes. his dark circles were visible due to the lighting of the menu right above him, his uniform hat was slipping off his head by the second.

“what can i get you miss?” the young man asked with a grin. it took y/n a few moments to respond to the handsome man.

“sorry, i’ll get a happy meal with apple slices and my friend will get a regular cheeseburger with medium fry.” she said looking up at the menu again “and to drink?” he asked while punching in her order into the machine “oh um just two medium sprites.” y/n yawned.

y/n heard a small giggle from the man infront of her, she looked at him then his name tag which read ‘hamzah’

“what’s so funny mr.hamzah?” y/n grinned grabbing her wallet out of her purse.

“you look exhausted, no offense” he admitted.

“yeah, making stuff sucks sometimes.” y/n tiredly grinned.

“what type of stuff?” hamzah asked while starting to prepare y/n’s order.

“music,” y/n said while looking at hamzah. hamzah stopped what we was doing and looked directly at y/n,

“no way! what type of music do you do?” he asked eagerly.

“i think it’s more like bedroom pop but somewhat hyperpop too.” y/n smiled, happy to see that hamzah was amused with music as much as she was.

“wow, bedroom pop was the #1 genre for my spotify wrapped this year, love that stuff. but, do you have any songs id recognize?” hamzah asked folding y/n’s happy meal.

“umm probably on tiktok, lemme play it for you.” she smiled and pulled out her phone. she opened tiktok and played one of her videos with the song called ‘just a waste’ y/n held the phone close to hamzahs ear, this gave her a moment to see him closer and see his features that made him so handsome. his sharp jawline, thick eyebrows and eyelashes.

“dude oh my god! i love that audio! dude i just met a celeb!” hamzah cried.

“ha! nice one, im no celeb but im glad you like the song!” y/n said.

“but what were you talking about making is hard, i mean i think everything can be potienty hard to make but what’s your problem right now with making music?” hamzah asked starting the 2nd order that y/n asked for.

“just the production, im here with my producer but we’re not seeing eye to eye right now. in simpler terms he’s not translating my song into a song.” she admitted while stealing glances of hamzah. before hamzah could respond, y/n felt a buzz in her pocket, her phone.

“give me a second, my producer is calling me?” y/n said with a confused expression. hamzah gave her a thumbs up and continued making her order. she walked to the corner of the mcdonald’s and pressed the green button to accept the call,

“elijah where you at, i thought you were just here.”

“i’m so sorry y/n, my roommate called me and told me my cat felix just started throwing up. i’m so sorry, tomorrow we can go back to the studio.”

“elijah i have to work the night shift, and you and i both know that we can only use the studio at night.”

“shit, y/n we’ll figure it out but i have to go im so sorry again.”

“it’s okay eli, take care of felix, sorry that im yelling.” “it’s good y/n i get why you’re frustrated, i’ll talk to you later, bye bestie!”

“byeee!” y/n then ended the call and sighed deeply as she approached hamzah who was almost done packing her order.

“bad or good?” he asked,

“bad, he left cuz his cat threw up and now no more studio and we gotta plan for maybe next week.” she said rubbing her forehead.

“damn, i’m sorry about that ..” “y/n” a few moments of silence occurred then a light bulb appeared in hamzahs head.

“y/n i’m about to end my shift for the day, if you’re not gonna eat that other burger id love to dig in.” he smiled. which earned him a giggle from y/n.

“sure hamzah,” she smiled.

the two walked to a booth and began to talk, hamzah talked about his side hustle of youtube and streaming. how he hosted weekly streams with a group he was apart of called 4freakshow.

y/n also shared her ambitions of getting a big hit from one of her songs either blowing up on tiktok or anywhere and getting that big check in the mail.

“it’s all about the money with you girls.” hamzah sneered.

“boy bye, you’re out here working for the money.” y/n said pointing to his uniform.

“yeah you’re right but you are too, your job is more rewarding.” hamzah shrugged.

“how so?”

“id rather listen to music or expirence is rather than be eating burgers or fries.” y/n burst out laughing moments later,

“so you’d rather starve and listen to music , no expirence music?” she said between giggles.

“yeah, i’m tired of seeing burgers all the time.” hamzah said rolling his eyes.

“okay i see that, but even tonight i can’t even expirence music.” y/n shrugged.

“wait, i think i still have my computer i used for my diss track and a subscription to flordia studio.” hamzah said thinking.

“you did a diss track!” y/n whisper-screamed, “shhh, yes i’ll show you but don’t spit out your drink it’s not that bad i think.” hamzah said pulling his phone out of his pocket.

he hoisted his phone behind his drink and laid it facing y/n. as she watched she couldn’t help but laugh at some of hamzahs silly moves with his friend. but the beat switch it was caught y/n’s attention. as the video ended, hamzah was waiting for y/n’s reaction.

“well..?”

“that was fucking fire.”

“really?”

“really, you said you liked my song, i’m being deadass and telling you i fuck with that song.” hamzah lightly blushed at y/n’s comment,

“do you know if you could help translate my song into a song?” y/n mumbled.

“what’d you say?” hamzah asked

“could you help me with my song?” y/n asked locking eye contact with hamzah.

“yes! that’d be so cool! we could litterly hit my place after this, but we’d have to wait a while cuz i take the bus home.” hamzah said slightly embarrassed.

“no shade man, you helping the earth at least,” she winked. another wave of blush appeared on hamzahs face.

hamzah finished his shift, clocking out with a sense of excitement. He couldn't believe his luck — an opportunity to work on music with a talented artist like y/n. they walked out of the McDonald's, the cool night air refreshing after the greasy warmth inside.

“okay, let’s catch this bus,” y/n said, pulling out her phone to check the schedule. they found a nearby bench and sat close together, the anticipation of collaboration buzzing between them.

the bus ride to hamzah’s place was filled with light conversation and shared headphones, playing tracks they both loved. When they arrived, Hamzah led Y/N up to his small apartment, cluttered with music equipment and posters of bands and artists.

“welcome to my humble studio,” hamzah said, clearing a space on his desk for y/n’s laptop. “It’s not much, but it’s where the magic happens.”

“It’s perfect,” y/n said, setting up her laptop and connecting it to Hamzah’s speakers. “let’s get to work.”

they dove into the project, hamzahs fingers flying over the keyboard as he adjusted levels and added beats. y/n watched, impressed by his skill and creativity. she sang a few lines, experimenting with different melodies as hamzah tweaked the sound.

as the hours passed, the room filled with music and laughter. they bounced ideas off each other, creating something new and exciting. The chemistry between them was undeniable, the air thick with unspoken attraction.

“okay, try this,” Hamzah said, hitting play on the latest version of the track. y/n closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her. it was perfect, capturing the idea of what she had envisioned.

“it’s perfect,” y/n said, her voice filled with awe. “you nailed it hamzah.”

hamzah grinned, feeling a rush of pride. “really? you think so?”

“I know so,” y/n replied, meeting his gaze. there was a spark in her eyes, a connection that went beyond their shared love of music.

hamzah took a deep breath, feeling bold. “you know, I think we make a pretty good team.”

y/n smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly. “yeah, we do. I’ve never had a producer understand my vision so well.”

hamzah’s heart pounded in his chest. “well, I’m glad I could help. It’s been...amazing working with you.”

y/n’s smile widened. “Same here.”

a comfortable silence settled between them, the only sound the soft hum of the computer. hamzah’s gaze drifted to y/n’s lips, and he felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her. he hesitated, not wanting to ruin the moment or their budding partnership.

but then y/n leaned closer, her eyes searching his. “hamzah, can I ask you something?”

“anything,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

“do you feel this too?” she asked, her voice vulnerable. “this connection?”

hamzah’s heart skipped a beat. “yea, I do,” he admitted.

without another word, hamzah closed the distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a soft, tentative kiss. y/n responded immediately, her hands sliding up to cup his face. the kiss deepened, filled with the passion and intensity they had poured into their music.

when they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other.

“wow,” y/n whispered, a shy smile playing on her lips. “that was...incredible.”

hamzah chuckled, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her cheek. “yeah, it was.”

they sat there for a moment, wrapped up in each other, the music they had created still playing softly in the background. It was the start of something beautiful, a partnership that extended beyond the studio.

“I think we’re going to make a great team,” y/n said softly, her eyes shining with promise.

hamzah smiled, feeling hopeful and excited for what the future held. “I think so too, y/n. I think so too.”

“damn, ima have to text elijah to lay back now,” y/n chuckled. hamzah joined her laughter.

without a word, hamzah gently lifted y/n’s legs and wrapped them around his waist. the sudden intimacy made her heart race, but she felt a thrilling excitement rather than alarm.

holding her securely, hamzah led her to his bedroom. the room looked cozy, filled with more music equipment, posters, and soft ambient lighting that created a warm, inviting atmosphere.

as they entered the room, hamzah set her down gently on the edge of the bed. he brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch tender. “you sure about this?” he asked, his voice soft and filled with concern.

y/n nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “im sure, hamzah.”

he leaned in, capturing her lips in another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate than the first. y/n’s hands roamed his back, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt. hamzah’s hands found her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

they lost themselves in each other, the connection they had felt before growing stronger with every touch and kiss.

the music in the background seemed to set the perfect rhythm, guiding their movements as they explored each other through body to body contact.

hamzah’s kisses trailed down y/n’s neck, eliciting soft gasps from her lips. he paused, looking up at her with a mixture of desire and affection. “you’re amazing, y/n,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

y/n smiled, her fingers threading through his curls. “so are you, hamzah. this feels amazing.”

he nodded, understanding exactly what she meant. they spent the night together, not just as collaborators but as two people discovering a profound and unique connection. the room was filled with whispers and laughter.

as the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, y/n and Hamzah lay wrapped in each other’s arms, exhausted but content. for the first time in a long while, y/n felt like everything was falling into place.

tokischaaa speaks: fighting demons out here in the middle of flordia with 2 bars, grind is real ladies 🫡

[lizaluvsthis]

A Chamber of Burning Souls - Chapter 1

Fanfic Written and Illustrated by @lizaluvsthis

Idea of creation by @itsajjanea

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Summary: It's Prom and everyone is invited to celebrate at Square Plaza, having no partners left to find. SMG4 and SMG3 both paired together.

With Four having no experience of what Prom is at all, he happens to find himself binded with his ex rival filled with complicated thoughts.

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Sun and Moon, fluff, romance, drama, hurt/comfort, angst, gay fruits are real, LOVE IS IN THE AIR YALL

Relationships:

SMG4/SMG3

Mario & Meggy Spletzer

Meggy & SMG4

Mario & SMG4

Mario & SMG3

Meggy/Tari

Luigi/Bowser

Mario/Spaghetti¿

Bob & Mario

Chapter: 1 - A Night Bring Out

thus the sun has continued to set from the horizon as four is calmly watching the view afar, the cold breeze blew through his hair sitting outside.

"SMG4?" Mario called his bestfriend, seeing him sitting on a chair admiring the view. Mario snuck behind him, distracted "still having those gay thoughts?" He chuckled, making four bounce from his chair with a light scare from the fat italian.

"N-No I'm not!" He brushed off the dirt from his blue colored suit. Man does he love how his formal attire looked, where he can move freely and relaxed.

"You sureee????" "Yes I am." He looked away from Mario with a light pink faded blush surrounding his face. "Have you uhh found a partner?" SMG4 looked at Mario.

"I'm with bob, he said his girlfriend can't attend" "what about the others?" "Hmmmmmm" Mario did his best to remember the pairings from his team.

"Meggy is in pairs with Tari, Saiko is with Kaizo since they're both hosting a side played oncore songs, Boopkins is- he's with his waifu bed, Chris with Swag, Melony is just- sleeping-" figures. Melony is always too tired whenever she's awake, but for some reason- it feels like he won't be getting in partners with anyone else...

"Andd uhhh for Luigi- luigi is-" SMG4 shot a glance of the familiar green colored signature and ran. "Hey! SMG4?" Mario saw Four rush out of there and got back from the room to talk to luigi.

"Hey! Luigi..." "wah? SMG4? What is it?" "Do you want to be partners with me for prom?" Luigi eye-d to another side and furrowed his eyes giving him a smile. "Oh- uh- sorry SMG4 I'm already left partners with someone..."

"Oh come on! I bet I can still be as good as that partner this is bullsh-t!" SMG4 cursed out loud, hearing something approach to him was a giant... lizard-?

"Ahe- ahem!" SMG4 gulped looking upwards to reveal, it was bowser out of all people. He was tossed by a massive force by bowser across the room, with no one to notice.

"Ow..." his back couldn't move after cracking a wall. "SMG4! Are you okay?!" The voice sounded nothing like Mario, a man reached out a hand to help him get up.

"Yes I'm..." He paused, looking up to see the person. SMG3... his former ex rival... a 'friend'... is there to attend the prom as well.

He stared at his face for a moment, and boy how he felt something inside him flutter and beat. "I'm alright..." He finally gave him a reply, getting back up from the floor acting like nothing happened.

"You got yourself tossed in that room dude- you sure you're alright?" SMG4 felt distracted by looking at his 'friend' from top to bottom.

He had his hair up in a bun, (honestly- when did he missed out the part he had long hair?) His looks are still the same but it came out more handsome than the last time he saw him without a hat on, his dark purple silk suit that the light reflects on the shades, he was wearing a different gloves that has the usual roman numeral but with white color text with black gloves filled.

His magenta necktie, his long black pants, shining clean black shoes that exposed from his view. Since WHEN did SMG3 became this more of a neat character to get so- well dressed...?

Or its just four not knowing how fashion works-

"Yeah I'm hurt a little bit but I'll be fine-" he gave him a nervous chuckle, not wanting three to feel worried of him. SMG3 wanted to speak about this but he didn't find the urge to do so. Now that his soft spot might reveal a bit too much.

"You got invited too huh?" SMG3 nodded. "I uhh- couldn't find a decent partner to pair up with... not even when I enjoy less party talks yet I still come here..." He looked at the other of the members who are currently talking with the other people.

"You haven't- found a pair yet?" SMG4 asked again, he wondered why Three even came here despite knowing that he hates occassional events except for evil villain anniversaries or such as getting paid.

But for just this time, he attended anyway. "No I haven't... thats why I'm asking several of the people here- but they all already found one..." SMG3 hugged his stomach, the felt of discomfort attempting on asking for someone to be his partner and didn't work out too well when you're bad at talking in public.

More as of being socially awkward to people that gave out his anxiety... but to SMG4 however, he felt safe to be around with yet he wasnt even sure why.

His ex rival just felt too safe to be with, he didnt have complains for that. It felt nice...

Because he'd never felt needed by any other people from his life...

SMG4 is unsure at this state he's on with, he struggled and hesitated to put out the words of apologizing. He wasn't used to this type of sensitive talk.

"I also haven't found mine yet-" he started to stare at those red crimson eyes... "do you... want to be partners with me instead?" Out of the ordinary, SMG3's face lit up after hearing SMG4 say that.

Did he just hear this right. Is it actually true that Four is asking him out to be his... his... HIS... he turned red second by second.

"I-I uhh... Yeah sure whatever- just try not to mess things up- you baka..." the blue held out his hand for three to grab on, as four smiled still with three on being a tsundere. It never gets old.

Three accepted, embracing his left hand with four colliding in. With now both fingers interlocked, that was purposely done by SMG4.

"Dude- are you TRYING to make things look even more gayer?" SMG3 looked down at both of the hands then back to the man himself.

"Just- incase..." SMG4 pouted, he couldn't come up with a reason. He did this on purpose and he'd been making it a bit more awkward with this between just him and three.

The chattering went low as the host made his way out of the door and welcomed everyone.

"Welcome to the square plaza everyone! We are so excited to gather you all for our occasional prom! Now go out there and get yourself started!"

He offered to everyone by stepping aside from the open door, being a gentleman to let everyone inside.

"Well... here it goes..." SMG4 walked forward as Three followed a few steps near, little did four know is that Three kept glancing at their interlocked hands together thinking the forms of something special...

Something... something that also made SMG4 feel the same but more tensed...

SMG4 couldn't process much of the things that are currently happening to him right now. Why has this have to go very wrong yet right at the same time? Why did he have to come even tho he didn't want to?

He'd started to overthink with all of his actions that he had made. In regret...

(Why did I even came here... I should've stayed at the castle...) He clinched the hand even tighter, holding Three's.

But it had made him thought, for any other reasons it somehow made him feel glad that he was there.

"Good evening everyone! We are all gathered here for a special event- aka prom." The other host guestured their hand with the obvious sign.

"The dance will begin at 7pm, just to say you can go talk to any other people here or have some snacks while everyone enjoys their stay!" The microphone turns off, entering a soothing audio played in the background.

-A Night To Remember by beabadoobee & Laufey-

The man in purple looked at the sparkling chandelier placed right on top of the ceiling the lights that glimmered through the glass.

Swore I'd seen you before

Within the atmosphere flowing through the colors of pink, red, and purple. Mixtures of blue, the colors fading through the room.

Watched you walk through the door

The beam of light, shining across Four's face with an escape of the light. Reflecting through his blue colored eyes that took notice of the red ones.

Somethin' in your eye

Reminded me of somebody I used to know

Damn... SMG4 looked glorious... he hated that...

Three's eyes happen to gaze upon to Four's with the room surrounded by the soft sounds, they both met each others eyes.

You touched my back

I took your hand

Somethin' from your touch felt shockingly familiar

He didn't know what that feeling was, it just felt right for him to do. If this would only be only focused to him, where would his thoughts go?

And I swore I'd seen you before

Oh, I swore I'd seen you before...

They both felt so lost, but being there together with him?

Underneath the sheets

You enchanted me

And whispered sweet nothings in my ear

It felt romantic...

I shivered beneath you

All wrapped up in embers

It was a night... to remem-

"Is it just me or are you both staring goo goo eyes at each other thats super gay-" The fat italian called them both out ruinimg their silence.

"SHUT UP YOU ASS" SMG3 looked at Mario annoyed, he who had ruined their moment. "We're not gay!" SMG4 cried out loud, with the crowd bringing their attention from his scream. He smiled to fill out the apology trying his best not to disrupt them.

SMG4 turned his head back to Mario and eyed Three. "It seemed like it-" he shrugged his shoulder, drinking an orange juice from the cup.

"Look you idiot- I came here to get over with the party. I'm not saying I'm a party pooper in this, I was only trying to..." he gave a pregnant pause after realizing that he had almost revealed his words to him.

"To- uh- not miss out on the occassions and stuff..." his eyes darted towards Mario after he shot up his eyes with Four.

He checked the time...

6:55 pm

Almost seven o-clock before the dance begins, and just being in there with him... it felt like time passes by too quickly by seconds...

"Oh! I think I should go now- Mario wishes you two gay boys goodluck!" He puts a thumbs up to the both of them and headed to Bob's direction.

The two looked at each other in disbelief, had they both been staring too long? Did the song dragged them away into this...?

How can this be?

SMG4 is unsure, he was too scared about this feeling. Little does he know is that Three also scattered with the same thing as well...

End of Chapter 1...

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Previous Chapter - Prologue

Next Chapter - Sway me More [PENDING...]

[sanjisblackasswife]

*bangs on table* luffy, Sanji with a shy child or normal s/o! (Please I dont remember if I asked)

Lmk if I got ur request right , my love. Enjoy!<3

Luffy & Sanji with a Shy S/O (Separate) (SFW)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: None! Fluffy/Kinda Crack

Sanji

You being shy is probably one of his favorite qualities you offer! He never feels awkward around you, your quiet presence is company enough.

Sanji was actually (and ironically) the first guy you began to get close with before anybody else when you first joined because he allowed you to sit and read while he cooked. The background noises of the kitchen soothed you in a way.

He was still a simp. You being more closed in DIDNT stop him from having his outuburst here and there, but he learned to calm down (JUST A TINSEY BIT) when he learned about your shy nature.

He always keeps his kitchen open for you alone when you’re feeling too overwhelmed from the chaos of the crew

You’re similar to Franky in terms of building things to help with the crew, so having that time with no distractions helped you plenty to improve even as a thank you to the fellow you you built him his own personal lighter

“Y/N, DEAR YOU—-you didnt have to!”

It wasn’t the moment he fell in love with you, but it was definitely the moment he needed to claim you as his so he asked you out.

Sanji is very considerate to your shy nature, he tries not to put you in situations where you’ll feel awkward or uncomfortable.

He also finds it absolutely adorable when you immediately gravitate to him when you get nervous. His hand with always be free for you to hold on to

Sanji kind of started to get a need of wanting to take care of you more and nearly baby you so beware of that if you don’t like it.

All in all 12/10 boyfriend. He wouldn’t change a thing about you.

Luffy

You are the yin to his yang💀

Yall couldn’t be more different. But it was okay.

Luffy is Luffy and Luffy gets along with almost everybody.

It was kind of odd to see how closely you and the rambunctious captain got but he paid no mind to it.

You don’t talk unless spoken to and you keep to yourself alot and somehow that pushed Luffy to be more in your business?

You didn’t mind it, but sometimes it would startle you to look up and see his body squatting on the take beside you trying to peek at your drawings.

“What are you doing?”

“Can i see?”

“You should have drawn our flag!”

“Usopp can draw too!”

“You should redraw Sanji’s bounty poster!”

Everybody BUT Luffy could see how uncomfortable he made you sometimes, and after a slap and kick from Sanji and Nami they told him to lay back a little.

Which he tried.

He didn’t care about your shy nature, for some odd reason it made him gravitate more to you so now he taps you.

Alot.

He taps you when he wants to talk.

He taps you when he wants your attention.

He taps you when he wants to hear you speak.

One day Luffy did his daily tap of your cheek and plopped his hat on your head to watch you draw again, but today you wanted it to be a surprise.

“Heyyy! Lemme seee!”

You kept ignoring him until he started to whine like a baby and that’s when you handed him the picture.

It was a drawing of Luffy’s dream he told you all about a fee days go.

His eyes lit up like stars he loved it so much

He was even blushing a little

From that day to this you had Luffy under your finger. Wherever you went. He went. When you wanted to take a nap or draw he wanted to too. His personality even started to rub off on you and you felt more comfortable to smile and joke with him in private.

Luffy wasn’t the type to be into labels like calling you his girlfriend, but you were his new favorite person to talk to, listen to, and even confide to.

Just to be with, he loves you sm.

There has always been moments as youre drawing where Luffy has been so open to you about his past that even some of the strawhats don’t even know about.

He doesn’t mind being with you even if you’re shy/timid.

You were his form of comfort and he was yours.

[theothernads]

౨ৎ Scrapbook love ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚꒰

𐙚╰┈➤𝖡𝖿!𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗈𝗈×𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 pairing౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ ☰

S𝐲n𝐨p𝐬i𝐬: Where you want to surprise your boyfriend for his birthday. 𐙚 ₊˚⊹♡ [𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄] ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

𖤐⭒๋࣭ [Nadii notes]: Yall, I know it's late, but I couldn't resist writing for my man lmao. REBLOGS are appreciated and so are COMMENTS.

☰ ❛❛Warnings!: kissing, skinship, swear word (like 1)𐙚

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You had it all planned out. Sunoo's birthday had to be something unique, something you haven't done before. You want him to melt into butterflies once he sees what you have planned.

Therefore, it brings you to now. You're waiting for Sunoo to come out the shower, swinging your legs off the bed and pouting deeply.

The plan should get to work if Sunoo ever came out of the damn bathroom.

"Sunoo?" You called out from the bed, whining almost. A hum came from the bathroom, as if to let you know he was right there. You gave out an exasperated groan, whining his name once more.

"Sunoo, baby?"

"Yn, I'm right there, I swear." He reassured you and came out as he sensed your growing impatience. Once the door opened, Sunoo appeared with his green sweater, denim jeans, and blonde locks that unfurled messily over his forehead, but it made him all the more adorable.

"Finally..." you pouted as you got up, throwing your arms cheekily around Sunoo's neck, your soft smile reflecting the crescent appearing in his eyes. He bent down to kiss you on the nose before playfully scowling at you.

"Why are you so eager, angel?" Sunoo inquired, tilting his head and giving the perfect angle to see his amber eyes.

Before you got distracted, you poked his full cheek. "It's a surprise. A double surprise."

"A double surprise?" Sunoo repeated incredulously, running a hand down your sides to rest on your waist. Enthusiastic, you nodded, to which he nodded in defeat.

"I'm sceptical, but I trust you."

"Good, because I'm your girlfriend," you snorted before leaving his embrace to, instead, intertwine your fingers with his and pull him along.

---✄┈┈┈┈

"Yn, where are you taking me? People are going to think I'm being kidnapped," Sunoo murmured with a demure chuckle following after. You slapped his back lightly at his joke. He whined.

"Ah, yes, a girl is definitely kidnapping her boyfriend. You're so dramatic, Sun." You pulled his hand as he had a hand over his own eyes. He didn't dare disobey you, knowing how sulky you would become if he had 'ruined' the surprise.

"Okay, well, don't trip me, angel," Sunoo uttered dramatically as you dragged him along. In return, you gave a scoff. You are always careful with Sunoo, you thought as he tripped when he stepped into a pothole.

Sunoo yelped, stumbling as you mercilessly pulled him along. "Yn- slow down-."

"We're here! You can open your eyes," you said, totally ignoring his pout. Begrudgingly, Sunoo uncovered his eyes to see a photo booth studio, the brown letters staring out to him in the reserved street.

When he looked inside, it was scarce of people, only the receptionist walking around. Peering at his face, you saw the ghost of a tender smile lingering on his lips, the face he had when he saw the sunrise for the first time.

"Do you like it?" You asked quietly, glancing up at him. He only replied with a dramatic gesture by cupping your face, looking serious as ever.

"Angel, I love it. I love anything you give me," Sunoo replied with the utmost firm voice ever. It made a deep flutter in your chest emanate across your body, and a heat grew up your neck from how he was holding you.

With a shy smile, you took his wrists and detached his hands from your face. "I'm glad-."

Before you could finish, Sunoo was the one dragging you inside, and impish grin on his plump lips.

After quickly registering your name, you and him entered a small room with one side having accessories of vibrant colours, including sunglasses, plushies and bizarre hats, and the other side with a camera that had the small remote attached. The backdrop was a simple white, and Sunoo led you in further, totally gravitating towards the colours like a child.

"Angel, we need to try these sunglasses!" Sunoo exclaimed as he ran to the accessories and held out red love heart glasses, the tinted glass having 'XO' on separate panels of the plastic. You giggled as he slid them on you, and he did the same.

"Do I look good?" Sunoo leaned down to your height, making you leave a fleeting kiss on his lips as a response.

"You always look good," you said, ignoring his flustered, little smile as you pulled yourself away to explore. The 1 hour session made you eager to start the pictures, wanting enough memories to be made and engraved in your heart.

So, you and Sunoo began taking pictures. With the remote in his hand, he took many: he took one standing behind you, giving the warmest hugs around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. Another one where you were on his back, and he carried you (though you helped take the picture since he was doing the work).

And another where he was sitting on a stool, his gaze on you when he craned his neck up, amber eyes fluttering to meet yours. Before you pressed the button to take a picture, you leaned down and found his rosy lips before the flash went off. His sneaky hands pulled you between his legs, encircling around your waist and continuing a heartfelt kiss, lips moving softly.

"You're so sweet, angel, just like your lips..." Sunoo murmured against your burning face, eyes closed even when he left a minimal gap between the two of you. A flutter erupted from your stomach, and you tightened your hold around his neck, hugging him.

"You deserve it, Sun. Seriously." You kissed his nose, running your fingers through the unkempt but charming mess of his blond hair, and he hummed, a smile tugging at his lips.

You took the photo, and he chuckled. Spinning you around, he made you sit between his legs on the small available space for you. Obliging, you sat there comfortable, his broad torso pressed against your back, a hand resting softly on your thigh.

"You're a little handsy today," you commented, teasing him as you readjusted your hair on your shoulders to frame your face right. A bashful giggle escaped his lips, pressing against the soft skin of your neck, the warmth of his breath making you smile.

"Can't help it when you're so pretty. And when I love you, you know?"

You shook your head in feign annoyance, a smile betraying how your heart ached for more of his precious words. Fiddling with the remote, he finally got into position, chin resting on your shoulder, 1 arm around your waist whilst the other rested on your hip. And honestly, it was one of your favourite pictures when you and him were choosing which ones to take away.

It was strenuous to choose which ones to take home. It felt as if you had to choose your favourite kids (if you and Sunoo ever had any) and you failed to pick a small amount.

Even if you had a similiar one of him in the same position, the only difference being his chaste kiss on your neck, you still bought both.

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"What else are you planning? I swear, Angel, if i don't see gold in my present, I would be thinking you're ignoring me." Sunoo rested his back against the door. You were currently locked in the shared bedroom, not letting him in, but he heard an awful lot of scurrying within.

"Angel? What are you hiding in there?"

"Sun, be patient! I'm nearly done!"

Sunoo gave out a doleful and exaggerated sigh, loud enough for you to hear.

Deciding you were done with your present, and his sighs, you went to the door and opened it, welcoming him in. Sunoo finally pushed himself off the wall and glanced at you.

"Finally, Angel. What were you-."

Sunoo paused when he saw something on the bed. Surrounded by scraps of paper, there was a book, little bits of paper sticking out. It was a ringed book, a plastic cover encasing it. Enraptured, Sunoo sat on the bed, nearing the small, ringed object and seeing his name in a green gel pen. And below that, a polaroid stuck beneath displaying you on one of your first dates.

You watched with a held breath as Sunoo opened the book, eyes glistening with interest as he peered into the first page. All pictures and words of affirmation and memories written into the paper, the ink and the washi tapes with a multitude of stickers stuck in the corners, displaying each milestone of yours and his relationship. Each one revived a memory locked away in his mind, reliving promises and shared, intimate moments.

His silence was a little nerve-wracking, and you thought that he was going to give you a deadpan expression of disappointment. But, upon reaching the last page, he saw the pictures you and him took today, and he froze. A little message was written on the side.

'Dear, Sunoo.

Before you cry because I'm an AMAZING girlfriend, let me appreciate you first. I enjoy your clumsy moments, and the photos you send me when you're away, and your long voice messages that exceed 5 minutes (idc because I love your voice), and your hugs.

I wouldn't trade it for anything. I realised how important these photos were to me. And how else to show my happiness than through scrapbooking it? I purposely got a ringed notebook so we can add more photos. And made sure it was small, so you can carry it around when you miss me.

Kim Sunoo, I declare I love you more than anything (tho, you already knew that). Happy Birthday, my love <3

When Sunoo finished reading the message, he sniffled, his eyes already blurring with tears, an endearing pout on his lips. You thought he was upset, but when you approached him, he immediately tackled you to the bed and you landed with an 'oof'.

"Fvck- Sunoo, are you okay?" You lifted your head from the bed to see him buried into your neck, hugging you as if you were his saviour. Only then did you feel the tears on your shoulder. In an instant, you sat up.

"Sun..?" You lifted his face, and he wiped his tears with your thumbs, an earnest smile on his lips as he cupped your face back, memorising the way you gazed at him with worry and genuine concern.

"Do you like it?" You asked quietly, holding onto his wrists gently. Sunoo scoffed, wiping his tears and started attacking your face with elated kisses at every corner and surface of your skin.

"Okay- you do like it." You laughed as he kissed your jaw with pecks of his heartfelt love and gratitude. Finally, with one swift movement, he kissed you deeply on the lips, hovering over you on the bed with his fingers cradling your face.

The butterflies fluttering in your stomach could not be contained, and you breathed into the kiss, your hands clutched his green cardigan that fell off his shoulder. A warmth sparking undeniable electricity from you to him, and in that small gesture of one kiss, you felt as if you didn't need a photo to capture this particular moment because it was already burned into your mind.

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A/n: can someone reenact this with me 😓 also, I know Sunoo's birthday was nearly a month ago, but oh well😀

[toriliashine]

need mastermind kokichi and gonta going mwah mwah

the angel/demon theming working together perfectly, matching the mask/reveal scene in chapter 4 only to reveal they were working together the whole time

the mind games, the clashing personalities and bodies yet melding perfectly together, in despair and in love, it's like

they were made for each other...

//on to notes like

**i am now also BEGGING YALL to read the tags

i'm still working on the designs but i know i have some drafts here hmm

>for their mastermind fits, i'm thinking gonta being all white , with his hair being more curled and really framing his face for that angelic round-faced look, plus his ahoge making a little halo to really top it off. one eye of his glasses are red for monokuma. with a black choker . nice fancy 3 piece suit that really accentuate his muscles, giving the image that he's not someone to mess with despite his angelic demeanor and damn, he looks good in it too plus an all white , n gold/red accented overcoat! letting the boy be dramatic and fancy and beautiful 2k24.

*more notes at bottom

kokichi's fit is a sleek, sharp black. but still comfortable to move and store things in. He can still be silly and dramatic in it but It's be really cool for his new fit to be purposefully cold, controlled and intimidating , a good contrast from his usual clownness to really grab their attention. //need to explain this one to be an 'oh! he was doing that to distract us' but more... oomf . hm He has a a white glove, and a black one to draw more attention to the former. black captain hat with devil horns, or just the horns? hm. plus the black cape for the demon bat silhouette. inside is one of those cool n kinda slutty but loose all black formal fits, like (ahhh i need to get pack into drawing or outfit scrapbooking but imagine with me)

**** gonta's black choker and kokichi's white gloves is supposed to a) show their connection via the colours lol. but also represent a dog on a leash deal. however gonta can take off and on the choker when he pleases, showing his willingness and equal choice in this operation despite it seeming like ouma has the upper hand [plus feeding into the 'ouma is controlling him!' schtick their classmates got going on, thus making them suspect him less and not believe him and kokichi are purposefully working together! boom baby

also, the kink factor. hehe

**** i do wonder if i should cave and make them both wear chokers matching the other's colour though. i like chokers , and colour symbolism

[cruesuffix]

welcome to an impromptu Crüe fit ranking!

i took one look at this blurry ass photo and decided it needs to be examined by yours truly!

the photo on the docket today:

lets begin, shall we?

first up: nikki

- farthest away from everyone i see, gotta stand out ig

- for some reason he really loved the whole goth cowboy fit back in the late 90’s…don’t know what that’s about tbh.

- leather jacket is a must in this band, pretty typical

- leather pants as well… both of these items get a 6.5/10, fits the theme but not very interesting

- can’t see his shoes so that gets an automatic zero

- the necklace stands out, along with the chain he’s wearing with his pants, those get a 5/10

- the hat gets a 2…it’s too corny and goofy for me. We all know he’s wearing shades but i can’t see them under that big ass goofy ass hat so it’s also getting a zero.

overall his outfit gets a 6.2/10

next up is: vince

- denim vest is reminiscent of micks denim vest from back in ‘87…I would take off points for a repeat/copycat outfit but…it works in a weird way that only vince could pull off (though not as much as mick previously did). i’ll say 5.5/10

- hate the long sleeve black top though. would have worked better if he went for shorter sleeves. guess he doesn’t want to show off the arms anymore? boooo that’s a mick move, you’re better than that vince! 3/10

- idk if it’s the grass or the black pants making vince look so damn short…idk i’m not really vibing with his outfit here. this photo just looks a bit cursed altogether but this is just badddd…pants are getting a 2/10

- sunglasses are neutral and i can’t see the shoes so both are getting a 1/10

Overall score: 3/10

(i was hoping for vince to come through today but…)

Anyways…next up is mick!

- my mans is very simple

- the statement piece of this outfit is the top hat, which is automatically getting a 7.5/10

- the jacket is cute ngl…he wore it a lot though. 6/10

- shirt and pants automatically get a 5/10…they’re nothing special

- can’t see shoes but imma assume they’re platforms seeing as that’s what he usually wears…still i can’t see them so it’s getting a zero

- i love the little circle frame shades he used to wear during this era…8/10 sorry yall this isn’t me being biased i really do love those type of frames

Overall score: 7.8/10

Next up is…tommy?

- nah….does the rest of the band know that some hobo walked in on their photoshoot?

- uhhh…this…homeless guy is wearing a very…ummm chic dress shirt?? looks like he hasn’t bathed in years

-oh- im supposed to rank it, yeah you’re right…2.2/10?

- of course this very high strung coal miner managed to steal one of the guys leather pants…guess it looks great with the raggedy shirt…3/10?

- very nice looking glasses…has he combed his hair once in his life? It’s so distracting i’m giving this whole fit a zero i can’t do this anymore.

So the coal mine-i mean tommy’s getting a 0/10…idk what happened here…well i hope you’ve enjoyed another segment of “ranking Crüe fits”

i’ve been your host lily, hoping i find the energy to post another one of these again, and have a great day!

[emiikosblog]

nah, bc I feel like this would be katsuki if yall first met at the beach. 😭🙏🏼

( NOT MY ART. )

katsuki was just laying down, with his arms behind his head. grinning softly to himself as he caught girls staring at him after walking by. proud of himself, his sunglasses blocked the sunlight from messing up his eye vision. he’d soon pass out, his nephews were just running around and splashing each other with the salted water.

you’d glance around and find him in your gaze, his toned abs made you get distracted easily. one of your friends spoke to you, loudly because they were playing music. “ dude, what are you— ohhh.. check it out girls, she’s looking at some hot guy. ” your friend smirked, elbowing your side softly whilst your other friends snickered.

“ you should go talk to him! ”

“ yeah, I’m sure he’ll be hard to get thooo! ”

“ guys, leave her be. this, this is teenage love at first sight for her. ”

“ exactly! ” the two of your friends spoke to your other one, you’d sigh and stand up slowly. all of your friends squealed, one slapping your butt before you turned around towards them. your friend beside you threw a beach ball at you, cheering you on.

your face flushed red, catching the ball right on time. you inhaled deeply and started walking towards him, continuing to hear your friends cheering loudly but also muffled cause the music was still playing. once you reached over to his destination, you glanced down at his body again. “ holy.. ” you said quietly, digits covering your mouth. “ uh, hello.. uhm, ” not knowing of what else to say, you’d blink. not really knowing if he was staring at you or not, you slightly bent over. “ hey, uh.. are you alright, sir? ” a soft smile was shown upon your lips, speaking kinda loud. once he slowly lifted his glasses up, his tired crimson orbs were shown, admiring him even more as you’d awkwardly giggle.

“ are you alright? ” you spoke softly to him, his eyes quickly sparkled after seeing you. he’d blink hard, stammering on his words for once, his tired, deep voice cracking for a moment. “ yeah, I’m good. what do you need, anyway? am I bothering you? ” he said in a slight annoyed tone afterwards, sitting up before crossing his arms against his chest. “ no! uh, I was just wondering if you have.. snap? ” you’d now realize you forgot your phone, groaning to yourself in disappointment.

“ huh? do you want mine? I mean, you could type yours in. ” another proud grin was shown on katsuki’s lips, uncrossing his arms to grab his phone quickly, typing in his password before opening SnapChat. going onto the search bar, lifting his electronic up to you. you’d blush embarrassingly, grabbing his phone with your spare hand, searching your account before adding yourself and handing his phone back to him.

“ uh, bye now! ” you’d turn your body and walk towards your friends, hearing them cheer again as your face flushed red.

“ uncle has a girlfriend!! ” katsuki’s nephews yelled, laughing afterwards, leaving katsuki red as well.

( UGH, i switched up the hat with a beach ball. sorryyyy. )

[deviantdaffodil]

caught

modern au!ronoroa zoro x reader

yall gonna learn real quick tht i got a type and tht it is very worrying

anyway ! zoro ! my most favorite pie rat !

i made a joke about a modern au of the straw hats being a group youtube channel and they all live together and do gaming/vlogs/challenges etc. and i haven’t stopped thinking about it, so keep that in mind while reading this! the fact that the straw hats are yt influencers honestly might not matter tht much to the plot but . now youre thinking about it too so im winning

contains: oral (male receiving), yall will like oral as much as me i will condition you to it, caught masturbating, voyeurism if you squint, mentions of recording, praise, being called baby girl, slight degradation

Zoro huffed as his cock threatened to spill his load at any second. He tried biting his lip to distract him but it didn’t work, and now the taste of blood tainted his tongue. He panted as he went to work on his cock, stroking his precum onto it. He was standing at the edge of his bed, fucking his hand as if it were a pocket pussy.

You stood at his door, peeking into his room from the slight opening you made. God how you wanted to be in there. It would be such a waste if he were to blow his load now. You watch him as he leans his head down, spits on his cock, and keeps thrusting into his hand. It was so unfair that you had to stand and watch, just rubbing your thighs together desperately wanting to be what Zoro was pounding his thick cock into.

He was so handsome and you could look at him all day. The way his cock is curved and formed just right. The way his cock glistened with spit and precum while he fucked his hand. God you can want those hands to pick you up and brutally bring your pussy down on Zoro’s massive-

“ACHOOOO!!”

Oh Christ. You panicked, not knowing what to do after a sneeze had pulled you out of a trance.

Zoro cocked an eyebrow to the door, but he didn’t stop. You peek in, still trying to remain unseen. “You like what you see?” Zoro teased as he looked over to you. You instantly felt embarrassed and hot. “Cmere. Maybe you can help me out.” Zoro knew you were there the whole time; he was just giving you a show.

You shyly slip into his room, shutting the door behind you. You averted your gaze from him as best as you could, though you did sneak glances at his cock as he fucked his hand. “I-I can go-“

“No,” Zoro growled. He turned to you, no longer jacking himself off. His cock throbbed and leaked precum. You were practically drooling and there was an unbearable heat from your core. “Come here baby girl,” he purred. “Get down on your knees for me, would ya?”

You bit your lip and whimpered. You definitely couldn’t walk away now. You refused to let a single drop of his cum go to waste. You walked up to him and gave him a quick kiss, then kissed his neck down to his chest, then to his abdomen. You kissed down his v-line then the tip of his cock. He smirked and pet your head, then grabbed a fistful of your hair. You looked up at him as you gently grabbed the base of his cock. You began to pepper his shaft with kisses, then dragged your tongue from the base to the tip. Zoro whimpered and bit his lip. “Such a good girl,” he praised you as he tugged your hair, forcing you to look up at him. You looked up at him through hooded, lustful eyes and bit your lip. Zoro parted your lips with his cock and your eyes rolled back as he bottomed out in your throat. “Oh, such a good girl,” he repeated breathily. “You take my cock so good,” he moaned.

You started to bob your head up and down his cock, guided by Zoro. He groaned and huffed as he fucked your throat, getting closer and closer to orgasm. You fought back gags as tears stung your eyes in the best way possible. You used a free hand to stroke his cock while you suck him off. He threw his head back and moaned as the grip on your hair tightened. You hollowed out your cheeks while bobbing up and down and stroking him. Zoro released your hair only to grip the sides of your head. You gasped softly at the sudden move, then Zoro went to town pounding into your throat, abusing the back of it. A few tears rolled down your cheeks. His cock was so messy and spit was everywhere. You opened your throat and made gagging noises around his cock. He began to growl while he fucked your face.

“You gonna swallow my cum?” he groaned breathlessly between thrusts. “Gonna be a good cum dumpster and swallow all my cum?” You moaned around his cock, eyes rolling back while he bruised your throat. In your mind you were begging him to fill your throat, you wanted his cum so bad, you weren’t going to waste a single drop. “Are you ready?” Zoro moaned. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fill that pretty little mouth of yours, I’m gonna ruin your throat,” he continued to mutter dirty things to you while nearing his orgasm. After a few more thrusts he muttered, “C-Cum- Cumming,” and filled your mouth with cum. You swallowed his load, then continued to suck his cock a little more to make sure you got every drop of cum from him. He grabbed your jaw and made you look up at him. Breathlessly he said, “You did so good. I have a fun idea for this next part..” He smirked as he grabbed his phone. “Take off your clothes. Let’s make a video,” he purred.

“Oh God yes,” you whimpered as you started to strip. You could tell it was about to be a long, long day.

[mikalame]

Hellooo I love your stories and I wonder if you could make another Manzini one 🤍

taglist: @oppopotamus @violentnewmarley

Retwist

"Omg kristoffer move your head forward" ___ snaps at the man sitting below them "Im trying my neck hurts, my back hurts and your not being very gentle" He says back "We have been here forever, are you nearly done." Kristoffer says moaning rubbing the back of his neck in pain. They have been stilling here for at least 1 1/2 hours at this point both of them getting sick of the back in their backs.

"Yeah nearly, i have like one left then your all good" ___ says while streching their back hear a couple clicks then getting back to business. "there are no good shows on anymore." Kristoffer says trying to distract himself from the pain coming from his head "mmh, i know right, we should of rented some movies to watch" ___ says shaking their hand to get rid of the cramp forming in it "ooo with some snacks, would be so goood, could we go to the shop after this aswell" He pleads "yea sure" ___ agrees.

"All done, go take a look in the mirror and then we can go to the shop, just need to put my shoes on first"___ says groaning while standing up "mmk babe, ill grab my wallet while im their wait for me at the door" Kristoffer says while walkingt o the bathroom hoping all the pain and stuffering turned out good. After making sure it was up to his standers he chucks on a hat and walkes out to the front door, ___ wait there tapping on their phone. ___ looks up to see him there "you like?" ___ asks hoping all their hard work was good.

Kristoffer leans in a kisses them "couldn't be any better, now lets get some food im starving" "hahaha" ___ laughs as they open the door

Might do somthing like this but for tom if yall ahve any other people you want me to write just ask plz people any ways hope you like anon. sorry is quite short i dont know much about him lol

[spicymaruchancontajin]

Since YALL ANIT GIVING ME IDEAS ILL WRITE ONE OF MY OWN

I’m new to this 😭

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While walking around the reader gets distracted and lost but is like clueless that the group was looking for her😘

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It was one of your free days but the band was feeling bored being in stuck in the hotel you guys where staying at. You all huddled up in one of the rooms on your phones as gustav watches tv. You get up and start looking for more decent clothes and changing in the restroom ofc. “Hey im going to the mall who wants to come with me” you say catching the attention of all of them. They look around dumb for a second before scrambling to get decent.

You sadly having to drive them as they act like little kids in the back seat. “Tom stop that” “what im not doing anything” he shot back at bill before chuckling to him self and continuing to mess with him. You finally arrive to the mall.

You guys walk into a nice looking store and start to shop around “billlll where are you” you say “ I’m over here” he raise his hand so you can see. You walk over to where he was and see him with Gustavo looking at pants “Ooo theses one look cute” you pull a pair of dark blue pants and hold it up to him like a mom “Mmm I don’t know I think I like these ones better” bill grabbing a pair of pants and looking at them. “Ohhh dam they do look better” I say examining the pants. Gustav had gotten a pair of shorts that where clearly WAYYY to short and tight “I think these one will better one you” He said in a flirty way and winking at bill. Bill and you could only laugh as bill took the shorts and put them against himself and dance with them a little “what do you think (name)” “Maybe you’ll get your self a girlfriend with those shorts” you say giggling to your self. After a while of shopping with bill You continue to look at clothing that caught your eye wandering off from the group.

Your wandering lead you to a shoe shop on the opposite side of the mall while the group had just finished shopping

“Hey where’s [ name] ?” Georg brought up noticing where missing. “ I thought she was with you” Tom said “ I thought she was with Gustav” “and I thought she was with bill…” “ oh shit” “She’s fineee…. I think”Tom said to clam down bill “that’s not very reassuring Tom”

Back with you you had multiple bags of clothing and shoes and was sitting on a bench eating ice cream on the second floor of the mall like a lost child. Clearly unaware that bill was worried and the group trying to look for you. You continue exploring the HUGE mall with out a thought.

“Hey some one call her?” Tom brought up “Ooo yeah that’s a good idea” bill pulls out his phone and rings up yours. Only to hear your ring tone come out of Gustavs ass.

If I was rich girl na-na-na-na-

na-na-na-na-na na

See, I'd have all the money in the world

If I was a wealthy girl

All heads turn to Gustav. You had him hold your phone as you tried in shoes earlier that day and he never gave it back. He pulls your sparkly [color] decorate phone from his back pocket.”Fuckkk” “umm ok well that didn’t work” Georg said “ok let’s split up I mean that would be faster……” Tom suggested he kinda just wanted to go look at hats. “We’ll let’s find her fast remember last time” you where lost for four hours…..

Gutav stared thinking “We’ll I mean she likes-“ “hey guys” there you where holding multiple shopping bags from all different stores and churros that you had just bought from the food court.”y’all want some?” You held out the bag to them “what…..” “ oh my fucking god”

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I honesty did not know how to end this tell me if there’s something I need to change because this is my first time

im not going proof read this because i am curtainly doing a float down🧍‍♀️

[darknessawaits28]

Maxwell Roth x Jacob Frye Love Story; Soothing Syrup~

Hello my peeps! So I see that everyone enjoyed my first post of Jacob and Roth love story, so here's part 2, a even more delicious outcome for this part if I do say so myself. Hope yall enjoy! Don't forget to like, follow, and obey! :3 :3 Love yal!

Another breezy night in London, the Rooks train speeding down the tracks ever so slightly. A soft groan came from Jacob as he felt the train turn slightly to the right, nearly jolting him off the couch. "Argh, what time is it?" He asked himself, sitting up and looking out at the windows. "Hmm, not too late to catch up on conquering the last bits of London," he yawned, standing up on his own two feet and heading off the train. Jacob soon arrived at Southwark, deciding to take a mission on the secrets of the soothing syrup, and where in the world was its production line? "You're ruining my husband's life with your syrup!" "Look at him, he can barely walk and talk for heavens sake!" "Why don't you bugger off you old coop, you're scaring my customers away!" The vender yelled, trying to scare off the woman. "You can't talk to me like that you little guttling-" "What's all this then?" Jacob questioned, waving to the woman to relax and indicating to her that he would take care of this. "Sod off!" The vendor growled as he pulled out a dagger. With quick movements, Jacob slapped the dagger out of the man's hand, instantly making him run off, "If you'll excuse me madam" Jacob smiled cunningly and rushed off to catch the man. "Get back here you blundering idiot!" Jacob yelled, climbing various wooden fences and wooden poles just to catch this vendor. "Ugh the sewers, honestly?!" Jacob growled in frustration as he rushed within, trying to chase down the man. With luck, he was able to tackle the man when he appeared on the other side of the sewer. "Now that I've caught your attention, tell me where the syrup originates?!" "Okay, okay, all I know is that they make a run each day, between the gasometers and the asylum....I told you all that I know please don't hurt me!" The man was lucky was Jacob left him to find the distributer; man this was so easy! Within a few minutes, Jacob grabbed a carriage and headed off to find this distributer, his mind suddenly becoming cloudy. Roth's voice abruptly appeared in his head, "Jacob my dear boy, how does it feel to have my hand wrap around your cock?" "Fuck....it feels....so good Roth....more please!" A whimper echoed along Jacob's ear. His mind quickly returned to reality when he nearly hit another carriage on the way to finding the distributer, "Sorry!!" Jacob called back to the other carriage. "What in God's name is wrong with me" Jacob sighed in annoyance, feeling his pants already tightening at the thought of Roth. He couldn't let him distract him, he couldn't and won't be distracted like his dear sister gets when she sees Greenie. "I've got to focus, can't let Roth distract me." Using his assassin vision, Jacob found a bunch of blighters heading towards somewhere that might help him find where this soothing syrup was headed. "Let's follow them" he smirked, slapping the reigns on the horse and making it follow closely behind the blighter carriage. Once they arrived at a factory, Jacob parked the carriage a bit behind and got off; taking off his hat and pulling on his assassin hood. "Time to get information" Jacob whispered to himself, quickly sneaking towards the man that had the plan. "Oh sir didn't expect you too soon...uh..." A worker gulped worriedly as he stared into the dark eyes of the blighter. "I am here now, how is the production going?" The blighter growled as he crossed his arms. During their conversation, Jacob mysteriously snuck behind the oblivious blighter and stole the plans; getting away from the area as quickly as possible. "Huh, the man in charge of the syrup distribution runs a fighting club at the foundry...". Within minutes, Jacob had arrived at the foundry, "There he is" Jacob muttered, finding the big boss with his assassin vision. "Time to get creative" a snicker came from Jacob's lips as he grabbed an unsuspecting blighter to help him walk into the foundry unnoticed. "Hey what's ya deal, let go of me!" "Shh, we're good friends now, don't try anything or I'll make sure you'll pay with your life" Jacob warned the guard.

The two quickly entered the foundry with zero hassle, "Ah, there he is." "Who are you even looking for?" The blighter asked worriedly, gasping for air when he felt Jacob choke him out. "That's right, time to take a long nap" Jacob smirked, quickly pushing past the crowds of people looking at the fight until he grabbed the big boss. "Hey what's gong on here, let go!" "Hello, why don't we take a short walk for a bit, how does that sound?" "Unhand me you fiend!" The blighter boss yelled, but ultimately followed Jacob to the outside. "Now that we are in a quiet place, where is the syrup made, speak now or forever hold you-" "The distillery, it's the large building beside the brewery!" "Now to stop Soothing Syrup production once and for all." After the long night, Jacob decided to visit his blighter friend, Roth. "Hello Louis, lovely night isn't it?" "Mr. Roth wasn't expecting you, do you have an appointment?" "No but...I thought I was able to come and go as I please?" "Hmm" Louis grumbled as he opened the door for Jacob. "Thank you....I guess" Jacob huffed, not understanding why Louis was actin so strangely? "Yes this show will be amazing, I assure you, there will be fire, daggers flying across the stage and-" Roth's eyes soon lit up in excitement when he saw Jacob. "HA, my, my, it has been a while since you've visited Jacob, it is good to see you my dear." "Please excuse us" Roth smiled to his actors as he rushed to Jacob. "What brings you back here my boy?" "Well I wanted to see how the plans were going regarding Starrick." "The two quickly entered the foundry with zero hassle, "Ah, there he is." "Who are you even looking for?" The blighter asked worriedly, gasping for air when he felt Jacob choke him out. "That's right, time to take a long nap" Jacob smirked, quickly pushing past the crowds of people looking at the fight until he grabbed the big boss. "Hey what's gong on here, let go!" "Hello, why don't we take a short walk for a bit, how does that sound?" "Unhand me you fiend!" The blighter boss yelled, but ultimately followed Jacob to the outside. "Now that we are in a quiet place, where is the syrup made, speak now or forever hold you-" "The distillery, it's the large building beside the brewery!" "Now to stop Soothing Syrup production once and for all." After the long night, Jacob decided to visit his blighter friend, Roth. "Hello Louis, lovely night isn't it?" "Mr. Roth wasn't expecting you, do you have an appointment?" "No but...I thought I was able to come and go as I please?" "Hmm" Louis grumbled as he opened the door for Jacob. "Thank you....I guess" Jacob huffed, not understanding why Louis was actin so strangely? "Yes this show will be amazing, I assure you, there will be fire, daggers flying across the stage and-" Roth's eyes soon lit up in excitement when he saw Jacob. "HA, my, my, it has been a while since you've visited Jacob, it is good to see you my dear." "Please excuse us" Roth smiled to his actors as he rushed to Jacob. "What brings you back here my boy?" "Well I wanted to see how the plans were going regarding Starrick." "I'm still compiling it my dear, I'll let you know when they are ready." "Oh" Jacob lowly whispered. "Even so, I know you Jacob, you did not just come here to check on the plans did you?" Roth smirked, approaching the glooming assassin. "Yes I did, I do not know what you are referring t-" Jacob quickly went silent when Roth pulled him into a hungry kiss. "R-Roth" Jacob moaned, placing both his hands on his chest. "Don't let yourself get distracted Jacob, you know what we have to do" A voice ringed inside Jacob's head, instantly making him push Roth back violently. Roth, confused by this sudden gesture, fixed his suit a bit and reproached the assassin, "Are you alright my dear?" Jacob stood there, looking into Roth's eyes with confusion and anger, his cheeks instantly becoming bright red........

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