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I really love the whole ‘lovesick Sanji x oblivious reader’ thing, cuz it seems like I’ve only written variations of that so far…
Anyway, have another one!
Word count: ~2100
Slightly suggestive, ig
I started writing this one night and told myself I'd finish it the next day, then got the plague (the flu), so my brain was cooked. The first two scenes were written before I got sick, so they're probably a bit clearer, but I wanted to get this out there. It's my favorite one so far.
Did you wake up in Sanji’s bed most mornings? Sure. Was he, more often than not, making meals you’d talked about liking- in passing, mind you- for almost every meal? Yep. Had he basically completely stopped flirting with other women? Absolutely! But you and Sanji were not dating, no matter how much you wanted that to change.
If you were, he would’ve been shouting it to the world like he always did when he liked someone.
At first, you’d tried to convince yourself that whatever you had going on with Sanji was real, that you were something more than just a temporary fix to his loneliness. But you knew Sanji. If he loved you, he would’ve asked you out with bouquets of flowers, his signature dishes, and extravagant desserts. Instead, he was… quiet. Steady. Totally unlike him.
You were inspecting him now as he prepared for the day, securing his tie- a striped blue and white one that you’d bought him a few weeks ago- around his neck, and making sure the knot was impeccable.
He caught you staring at him through the mirror, his eyes softening. “What is it, love?” he asked softly, turning away from the mirror to face you.
“Nothing,” you lied. “Just enjoying the view.” (Okay, that part was true).
He smiled, crossing the room. As he reached you, he leaned over and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his hand resting on your hip. His lips lingered just a second too long, before he straightened up.
“Feeling’s mutual,” he said. “I’ll see you at breakfast, alright? Try to get some more sleep. You don’t always have to wake up with me, you know?”
“I don’t mind,” you said, but the words were interrupted by a large yawn.
Grinning, he pulled the covers back over you. “I’ll save some food for you,” he promised. “Even if I have to throw Luffy overboard.”
“My hero,” you whispered jokingly, to which Sanji chuckled. Your eyes grew heavy, and you allowed the softness of his sheets and the soft, smoky smell of him to envelop you.
Sanji slipped from his room without another word, leaving you in silence. Well, as close to silence as you could get with the Straw Hats. You swore you could hear Zoro snoring next door, and the occasional explosion from one of Usopp’s failed experiments. But those were the sounds of home, and before long, they lulled you into a gentle sleep.
~~~
You and Sanji strolled through the small, bustling town, arm in arm. You were both on missions to find supplies; Sanji searched for rare and exciting groceries native to the island. You, however, were on the prowl, looking for items on a short list Nami had given you.
Before long, Sanji was dragging you toward a stall bursting with plants you’d never seen before. Sanji was able to name most of them, but when he came to a long-stemmed one with spiky-fruit, he was left stumped.
“Excuse me, ma’am, what is this?” he asked the wrinkled old woman who ran the stall.
“Canyon fruit,” she replied, grinning. “It’s popular on this island, and this is the last one I’ve got in stock.”
After a brief conversation about its unique taste- which was described as sweet, but not overpoweringly so, with tart undertones- the woman offered you each a small sample of the fruit. The taste of it was new, but something about it was familiar. Sanji turned to you, swallowing his bite of the orange pulp.
“It tastes a lot like that tea you like. Should I buy it, darling? I think it’d make a great sorbet.”
For some reason, him knowing exactly what the flavor of your favorite tea was- before you had even been able to place it- made you freeze. That was something a boyfriend should know, not someone who was only using you to ease his boredom or frustration. But that was all you were to him. A friend, a hookup, but nothing else. You had to stop deluding yourself.
“That sounds delicious,” you replied, but your words were somewhat clipped, so different to how they’d been moments before, as you had laughed and joked together.
Sanji noticed the difference. Of course he did. But he didn’t comment on it, hurrying through the payment of the canyon fruit.
As the two of you walked away together, he asked, “Is everything alright?”
“I’m just not feeling well all of a sudden.”
“It wasn’t the fruit, was it?” he asked, glancing down at the bag in his hand in horror. “Maybe you’re allergic?”
He was panicking now, his eyes and hands scanning over your face for any signs of an allergic reaction.
You gripped his hands, pulling them gently away from your face. “Sanji, it’s just the heat,” you told him.
There were unshed tears in his eyes, but he let out a relieved breath. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure. I think I should head back to the Sunny, though. Get out of the sun for a bit.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” he nodded in agreement. “I can make you some iced tea to help you cool down and then start on the sorbet.”
Your eyebrows drew together. “Don’t you have more you have to buy?”
Sanji looked down at you as if you’d just started speaking another language. “You’re most important,” he said, as if it were obvious. “Every time.”
You wished he meant what he said. Or at least, meant them only for you.
He turned around, gesturing for you to climb up onto his back. “Come on, let’s get you home.” With a soft sigh, you complied.
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You were sprawled out on the Sunny’s deck in a lawn chair, Nami and Robin on either side of you. Your eyes were closed against the bright midday sun, letting your skin soak up the heat. It was one of those rare days when you didn’t have to do anything. And the three of you were taking advantage of it to the fullest.
“I’ve noticed something,” Nami began, and you opened your eyes to find her laying on her side, staring over at you both.
You hummed in response, prompting her to go on.
“Sanji hasn’t been flirting with anyone recently.”
Robin, without looking up from her book, said, “I’ve noticed that, too.” Her lips curled up into an almost imperceptible smile. “I wonder if he’s met someone.”
“But who would want to put themselves through that?”
Robin just shrugged. “There’s a lid for every pot. And if he’s stopped flirting with us, we at least know he can commit, right, (Y/n)?”
You’d been silent up until now, taking in the fact that the other women on the crew had seemingly realized that Sanji wasn’t being his usual self. “Oh, uh, yeah. Right.”
Before you could say anything more, the man in question came sashaying out of the kitchen, a tray of drinks in his hand.
He handed one to both Nami and Robin before crouching in front of you, the last glass clutched in his hand. This drink, you noticed, was a slightly different shade than the other two. It was the same color as the Canyon fruit you’d tried the day before.
“And for you, my love,” Sanji said, “the last of the Canyon fruit, which I have turned into a smoothie to keep you cool in this heat.”
You all chirped out your thanks for the refreshments, but Sanji’s eyes remained locked on you, almost desperately. You knew what he was looking for, so you raised the straw to your lips and took a long sip.
“Mm, it’s perfect Sanji.”
Sanji grinned, rising to his full height. “Enjoy, ladies,” he said, and practically skipped back to the kitchen.
“Ah, I see now,” Robin said sagely, leaning back in her chair.
She refused to elaborate any further.
~~~
Sanji stood in front of the stove, cooking a fragrant shrimp fried rice for the crew’s dinner, while you sat at the counter, reading the book Nami had lent you, detailing weather patterns- or the lack thereof- in the Grand Line. It wasn’t what you would normally read, but it gave you something to do other than overthinking what you and Sanji were to one another.
Just as you were about to flip the page, Sanji’s voice cut through the easy silence that had surrounded the pair of you.
“I was talking to Nami about the next island we’re headed to,” he started, his back still toward you as he finished up the rice.
You pull your gaze from the book, leaning your cheek against your palm to give him your full attention.
“They’re famous for their desserts. Tiramisu, Pâte à Choux, tarts, macarons, you name it.” He had that dreamy tone woven into his voice again, the one that only appeared when he talked about good food. “I was thinking, if you’re alright with it, we could celebrate our six-month anniversary there-”
You didn’t hear anything else that came out of his mouth. “Our six-month what now?” you exclaimed.
He turned to you now, face contorted in abject bewilderment. “Our six month anniversary,” he repeated slowly, as if you simply hadn’t heard him correctly. “If you don’t want to celebrate until our one-year, that’s fine-”
“Sanji,” you cut him off as gently as you could manage. You forced out a laugh that didn’t even come close to sounding like the real thing. “I don’t think six months of sleeping together is something that I really want to commemorate.”
Sanji blinked at you, his blue eyes swirling with something that made it seem like his whole world was crumbling. “But… I thought… I mean, you said you…” He trailed off, looking like he was trying to piece something together. It seemed to dawn on him then, his eyes widening. “You didn’t get it.”
By now, you were completely lost. “Get what?”
“That night, exactly five months and twenty-three days ago,” he pressed gingerly, urging you to remember. “I invited you to dinner out on the deck. I made all your favorite foods. I asked Brook to learn the song you mentioned liking when you first joined the crew, the one that reminded you of your home island. And I gave you that book of love stories. I marked the ones that reminded me of you. Of us.”
Frozen now, you thought back on the exact night he was talking about. You were fairly new to the crew then, having only been a Straw Hat for a few months, and you’d figured that Sanji was just… being Sanji.
Had he actually been asking you out?
You gasped loudly at the realization. The way he’d stopped flirting with every woman, how he catered to your every whim with a reverence and a lovesick grin.
You and Sanji had been dating, unbeknownst to you, for nearly six months.
“Oh, Sanji! I had no idea!” There was a tightness in your throat- guilt, over the fact that you hadn’t put it together. In hindsight, it was obvious. Glaringly, painfully so. He’d even called himself your boyfriend in front of people, but you’d just brushed it off as a joke, meaning that the rest of the crew had, too.
You paused then, because something still wasn’t adding up. “Wait, but… it’s you, Sanji. I guess I just kinda expected fanfare and flowers and poetry. But you didn’t do any of that.”
He ducked his head, suddenly sheepish. “You told me you weren’t a fan of big gestures. You like the little things that show someone actually listens to what you’ve said, or even what you haven’t.”
The flavor of your favorite tea, a song you mentioned liking months prior, noting when you were too hot or tired, or how you got cold in your sleep, so he’d started keeping an extra blanket in his room just to throw over you. Sanji noticed, even when you didn’t. Your heart melted for him all over again.
“Come here,” you told him, your voice quiet. He did as he was told without hesitation, standing in front of you, somewhat nervous now. You took his hands in yours, squeezing them gently. They were so soft, one of your favorite features of his. You raised them to your lips, pressing a featherlight kiss against each of his knuckles before running your thumb over them. When you glanced up at him, his face was a startling shade of red, and he refused to meet your eyes.
“I’m sorry you got stuck with the most oblivious person in existence,” you said, teasing him a little.
“I… I don’t mind,” he stuttered, but you heard the conviction in his voice. “I’d like to continue being your boyfriend. If you’ll have me, of course.”
hi! after wasting endless time waiting for @support to help me out, looks like my account is just ending up in a ditch. this account will remain as it is, i won't delete it or post on it anymore. I intend to preserve it as a memory of the time i had here or sumn :)
i will repost as many fics as I can to my archive account and if I ever feel like posting again, perhaps it'll be through another account. thankyou for all the love and support! i hope everything goes well for each and every one of you mwuah mwuah
You've always tailed Oliver since you were both young. Impressed by his grit, you helped managed his team and chased after him when he went pro like a good pet to its master.
But you're the good kid. The better half. You clean up after his bullshit and have enough time to chastise him on his daily routine. On paper you're his assistant. Other than that, he's not sure anymore.
You believe in him. In his strength. On his skill. In his heart. No matter how many people walk out of his apartment crying. No matter how incapable he is of believing in himself some days. You believe in him because he's your best friend.
In turn, he trusts you with everything. To set things right for him and to always be there for him, lurking in his shadow. Poised and ready to bite. He just needs to say the word.
And you discipline him when it matters. You put him in his place. You tut and he heels. You say jump and he asks you how high.
He lets you. He lets you. He lets you. And he takes the scraps he can get of you. Glimpses of your life outside of his bubble, like the laughter you rarely share with him and bruises you don't show. He wants to please you so badly it ruins him. It tears him apart. From skin to sinew to marrow.
He wants to nip at you, to lick and pick at your bones. He's good enough, isn't he? He's been a good boy, right?
— a bllk fanfic // in this economy, you find a cheap, cheeaaap place to rent out. the only downside? a horny ghost by the name of oliver aiku!
synopsis: [inspired by lady k and the sick man.]
when your broker showed you this place, he mentioned something about paranomal activity but well, fuck paranormal activity when the rent's so cheap... and when i say fuck the paranormal, i mean fuck the paranormal!
pairing: afab! reader x ghost! oliver aiku
wc: 2.3k
cw: NOT PROOFREAD. girl... i just- i don't even know why i wrote this.
nsfw includes: sixty-nine, reverse cowgirl, thigh fucking, overstimulation, ghost!fucking (what have i done), special enhanced powers, smut smut smut.
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usually, for most women, finding a 6'3 man in their apartment in the middle of the night would be deeply concerning. especially when that man was staring at you so intently — as if he were to haunt you!
not for you though!
notice how i said 'most women'? you don't fall into that category at all! nuh uh, in fact, you happen to be one of the chosen ones, one with the most twisted fate, one who happened to share a house with the paranormal!
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when your broker initially showed you this place, you had been surprised that the listing was so cheap — it was a decent one bedroom apartment with a pretty back garden, better than what you could find on your current budget.
"so, what's the catch?" you had asked the short, pudgy man as you craned your neck to take the place in all at once, "this place has ghosts or something?"
"uh, it's—" you hadn't missed the way his eyes has skimmed the place quickly, as if one wrong word out of his mouth and he'd be walking towards his demise. "it's been having some bad luck..."
"for how long?"
"twenty years, give or take."
"so, a ghost, huh?"
"i presume that there's... yes, there's been some cases of paranormal activities in this house..." he finally gulped, pushing his rimmed glasses up his bumpy nose in an effort to maintain nonchalance, "apparently, it's haunted by a man of the name oliver aiku."
oliver aiku, huh?
"—and since i'm supposed to be here for your best interest, i would advise you to not take it."
you folded your arms across your chest, mulling over his words before sighing, "you know what? i'd take it."
"what?!" his jaw sagged open and you shrugged, "i just got broken up from a long-term relationship, i got laid off of my job, my savings are a fucking joke, and i have no will to live. if living with a ghost is what i need to do to make ends meet, so be it."
"b-but—!"
"when can i move in?"
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PARANORMAL SPOTTED! HERE YE HERE YE, HE CAN MAKE YOU COME!
well, back to the current situation.
as you had tossed and turned in your bed the very first night after moving in... you had seen something shift on your door from your periphery.
you first order of action was tact; you drove your duvet over your head and pretended you didn't feel the way the eldritch horror made the atoms shift near you, or the room grow twice as cold.
when that didn't work and twenty minutes later, you could still feel it bore it's eyes — or whatever ghostly equivalent of eyes were — on you, you changed your strategy. you turned your back to the ghost and pretended to snore, trying to make sounds that would mask that low timber that wrecked through each inch of the small bedroom.
but dammit, that didn't work either.
so, as a last-ditch effort, you sat up and stared the being head on.
narrowing your gaze so as to make out it's figure, you spit out, "listen, i've had a hard day. i just moved in, so can you please haunt me tomorrow?"
and you expected to hear demonic screeches, or a low groan before the being lurched at you and took you out of your suffering. but instead, the figure at your door stayed unmoving.
"uh," you gave it a minute more but when that produced no other result, you sighed. rubbing your goosebumpish skin up and down, you spoke up again, "i guess that wasn't super nice. this is... this was your place first before it was mine. you can linger at the door if you want... 's cool."
a groan from the being's side made you feel like he acknowledged you. hah, victory!!!
"your name's aiku...?" and you meekly stopped, incase he was sensitive about his name.
but the entity at the door just groaned again, not doing anything else.
"okay, aiku. i-" your hands experimentally inched towards the bedside lamp. you gulped as you kept your gaze fixated on the being and felt it's figure consume the whole room as if some sort of spiritual black hole. "i'm gonna turn on the light, is that okay?"
another groan from the entity's side made you sigh out in relief.
as the light flickered pathetically, the being at your door flickered with it. and when, the light finally turned on, you found yourself staring wide-eyed at a... a kind of... handsome man?!
standing well over six feet, the man had black, untamed hair. thick tendrils of black hung over his forehead, almost obscuring his eyes but you could still see them — heterochrome irises that glowed somewhat ethereally. his full lips widened into a smirk as you took him in in his entirety. his physique was taut with muscles, hulking body being contained behind... nothing.
HE WAS NAKED—!
THIS MAN... OLIVER AIKU WAS NAKED??!
"oh my god!" your gaze trembled as it drifted down his toned abs and down, down, down to... his family business. gulping down whatever heapfuls of saliva in your lecherous mouth, you chose to stare at his hardened length.
as blood rushed to your head, you swear your vision was growing bleary because there's no way, no, no way that his taunting length was beading out pearlescent droplets of pre-cum that trailed down his length and dripped onto his beefy thighs.
"i—" your mouth felt awfully dry, and you tried tearing your gaze away from his reddened, flush tip to stare up at his face.
but it was no use, your gaze was fixated against his length, and the only thing that brought you out of that wretched, hungry stare-contest was a low hum.
the man at the door just hummed — or wait, was it the sound of electricity cackling and splitting the atoms around him?!
"do you have—" you paused as your eyes drew back up to his face. you blinked again 'n again, the situation almost comical to you in your half-lucid state, "no clothes...?"
another low groan and you found yourself swinging off the duvet off your sweat-ridden, sticky body and turning towards the door.
your legs hung limply over the side and your eyes bore against his heterochrome, flickering ones. drawing up a smile, you asked, "do you need some help? do you..." your eyes trailed down the same body as if it were akin to eye-candy, "want my help with that?"
and the man seemed to show cognitive abilities as he nodded.
"c'mere."
turns out, having sex with the paranormal wasn't a half bad idea!
his tongue lapped against the fluttering bundle of nerves and you felt your eyes roll back to your skull. the divot of his tip glided against his tongue as the pearlescent pre oozed down your throat.
caught in a sixty-nine position, his skin under yours was cold, devoid of any humanly warmth. but as he rubbed the tantalizing fat of your hips and thighs under his palms, you swear you could feel each slow drag light your body on fire.
"mmph—" you pulled your mouth off of his heavy length, gulping in desperate heaves of air that he had robbed you of. your palm still rubbed against him, kept the stimulation going even despite your little break.
the man under you hummed you, and you didn't need to look back at his half-lidded, tired gaze to know he was enjoying this little arrangement. and yet, you threw a glance back to ask him a question past your sweet lips, "having fun, are you, aiku?"
the answer came in the form of his tongue prodding against the entrance, teasing the muscle with each slow inch that delved into your body.... wait, INCHES?!
was he— your eyes widened at the wicked realization that the man, err, entity under you could increase the inches of his wicked tongue to his desire.
"oh my god—" you threw your head back, palms squeezing the base of his cock in retaliation to the way his pink muscle was touching every inch within you. the tip prodded along the sides of your muscles walls, relishing in the way that they spasmed and shuddered at his constant prodding and pushing.
"fu-fuck." your dipped your head downwards, taking his length back in your mouth in an effort to contain your moans to your own wretched body. focusing on his shaft and swirling the tip, it were not enough of a distraction from the way his tongue was coaxing a nasty orgasm from your pathetic pussy.
your entire body shook, every fibre of muscle vibrating to the frequency and sync of his tongue's thrust inside your wobbly walls. and with your spasms, so did the lights in the room.
with each push and pull into your cunt, the room shook, the lights dimming and burning as if they couldn't quite hold stable.
fluid dripped down your folds along his tongue, mixed with his saliva and pooled at the edge of his mouth. the lewd strings dropped down till his face and chest were all but coated in you.
as you felt yourself coming back to mother earth, you felt his pull his mouth away from your cunt finally.
"hah— aiku." glossy eyes glanced back at him, but your vision was far too blurred to even look at him... or did you feel his glitch under you and you were just too fucked to realize?
eitherways, you gulped in mouthfuls of saliva and his pre to soothe your parched throat before giving him a dopy smile, "well, you're not half a bad roomie."
but the man wasn't quite done. he was eager — eager to show you more, eager to devour you whole.
"what—!" manhandling you as if you weighed nothing, the man pulled you by your waist and roughly pushed you forward till your pelvis circled over his deliciously. tufts of black hair scratched against your inner thigh and you drifted your bleary gaze back to him.
your lips parted and a trembling sigh felt past, "want me t-to... ride you?"
the man nodded eagerly, droplets of sweats clinging onto his hair.
"but 'm sensitive."
and maybe you were truly out of it, but you felt the man's eyes soften round the edges as he bottom lip jutted out. if you didn't know he was a fucking ghost, you might have found him adorable.
without even saying anything else, the man planted his palms around your waist again. adjusting you till he felt like, your new position left his sticky erection sandwiched between the fat of your thighs, nudging just against your wet, overstimulated pussy.
you put your hands on his thighs, grasping firmly onto the muscle as your looked at him from over your shoulder. your voice was meek, "what...?"
and without saying another word, the man moved his pelvis up and down in a smooth motion. rocking his hips, he moved his achy cock up and down between your thighs.
"oh—" your eyes rolled back as his mushroom tip nudged the hood of your clit with each slow stroke, "oh my god."
you were losing his mind — and so was he!
with the way his thigh muscles were clenching, the way they were spasming under your phantom-like grip, you could feel how good it must be feeling for him.
his cock spurted out beads of sticky pre that clung to your body and acted like lube that sped up his actions over 'n over again till he was practically fucking your thigh.
your body bent backwards, back arching into a desperate curl at how good it felt — how good he felt.
"aah hah- oh my god—" and you felt his colder limbs wrap around your molten hot body as if they were ivy. he wrapped his beefy arms around your waist and chest, pulling your body flush against his heaving chest.
he snapped his hips into you, his body smacking against your ass with each rough thrust while his fingers pulled at your nipples. under you, you felt your sturdy bed-frame now rattle unstably.
"n-nghh 's sensitive—" you mewled, eyes fluttering shut at the way he was undoing you without even being inside you, "s-slow down."
a rough growl rung against the shell of your ears, your pleas falling on deaf ears. your hands clenched and unclenched against your soiled, sweaty sheets as he held your squirming body tighter.
he sped up impossibly faster, and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your skull at the constant swipes of his hungry cock against your wet cunt.
his thrusts became unregular, muscular body under you shaking wildly as he sunk his teeth into your syrupy skin. and as you finally felt wispy strings of copious white coat your thighs and sheets, the power went out.
your shuddering body was still held tight against the man's, his hands pawing at your soft skin as if he could recover just from the touch of your skin against his.
"a-aiku..." your sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as he licked the indents on your skin, "th-that was so good."
the man under you hummed and despite the complete darkness — save for the thin tendrils of moonlight creeping through your window — you felt as if you could map out each inch of his body under you.
you found yourself clumsily turning around, now pressing your chest against his muscular ones as you laid your cheek against it. your heavy lids fell closed, your body spent and exhausted and you were just about to speak up when—
"WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THIS POWER?!" your upstairs neighbour yelled, "IT'S BEEN GOING OUT ALL FUCKING NIGHT!"
"oh..." your eyes widened at the shrill yell. driving your gaze against the ghost's moonlight face, you whispered, "yeah... you gotta stop fucking with the power."
the man cocked up an eyebrow, and you nodded, "can we get the light back on?"
the man shrugged and you felt the dim light start up again from your tubelight.
you smiled, "thanks."
and maybe you imagined it, but your fuck-buddy ghost smiled too.
"—THANK FUCKING GOD. IF THIS POWER GOES OUT AGAIN, I'LL KILL MYSELF."
oops.
a/n: i've been SHADOWBANNED BY THESE FUCKERS so if see this PLEEEEEASE reblog this so it reaches more people :(
also, am i... am i a monster-fucker now?! OH NO.
anyways not apologizing for this cause this was a shit-ton of fun to write and i like this. mwuah mwuah enjoy the filth!
tagging: @ielalaloopsie @lvrndkoo @ch3rrybabyang3l @comet-kun @kaiserismywaifu @kissteff @oxfordcoma-in-a-trenchcoat @luvvly-lydia @midnight204619
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pretty sure I've been shadowbanned (thanks Tumblr) so I'm just making this post to see how many people can interact. if you can still see my posts please like, or comment or interact however! it'll help a lot <3
so tumblr took this post down and then i posted it again and tumblr took it down again and istg if this doesn't work I WILL RIOT.
anyways, girl were gonna do sanji AND zoro. why have one when you can have both?
•:° love 'em and leave 'em dry!
synopsis: where roronoa zoro and vinsmoke sanji find there match in a lecherous, high libido, terrifying woman (who happens to be their girlfriend.) hehe :)
pairing: afab!reader x roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji // each character gets a separate drabble.
cw: NOT PROOFREAD. MDNI. WRITTEN CAUSE I'M ACTUALLY OVULATING AND FERAL!!
nsfw includes: overstimulation, penetration, quickie, blowjobs, lowkey highkey submissive men, crying, shooting blanks??, marathon sex.
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♡ roronoa zoro:
at first, roronoa zoro was confused.
don't get me wrong, zoro wasn't a fucking idiot. he knew what sex was (courtesy to some boy talks when drunk). obviously. he just didn't know that you'd be like this.
like... this.
lecherous, deprived, a vixen — a succubus!
"shit-" the swordsman groaned, "li-listen- fuck, 's three in the morning."
"mhm," your hot saliva slobbered down his semi-hard length, the sickly, sweet strings draping down his body so godawfully slow. you pouted up at him, your voice a compelling whine, "i know, but i wanna."
the man huffed — his sense of self barely lucid as he felt his head sink down, down, down into the cottony pillow. the veins in his hands rebelled against his flimsy skin with the power he was clutching the sheets, and a painful hiss dragged down his dry mouth as you placed a pouty kiss to his leaky tip, "f-fuck, baby."
"can't we—" he swallowed his words, bunching up his eyebrows as your warm tongue swirled around his tip and drank every wayward drop of his copious pre-cum, "hah, sh- can't we um, take a break?"
"tch," you kissed the underside of his heavy cock with a sigh, hands rubbing down his length, "is the roronoa zoro so tired he needs a break?"
and had it not been for his pride — his sheerly stupid and somewhat self-destructive pride — he would have nodded.
because god-fucking-dammit, roronoa zoro was exhausted, and he wasn't quite sure how that was possible.
he had fought devils of the sea, fought men with powers beyond human comprehension. he had trained day and night, and probably possessed enough self-perseverance than half the world combined. and yet, it was you who was turning out to be his worst defeat.
how could one blame the swordsman, though? you had been at him like some sort of witch, like a hungry, hungry predator who was about to devour him whole with nothing but your body.
yeah... roronoa zoro sure had fought devils of the sea, fought men with powers beyond human comprehension, had trained day and night, and probably possessed enough self-perseverance than half the world combined... and yet he was done for when it came to you.
because you were a lewd, lewd, leeewwd woman! goddamit!
early morning yesterday, you had sheepishly crept your hand in his sleeping pants and decided to wake him up. pressing chaste kisses to his face, he had spilled his seed in your palms before the sun had fully risen above the horizon.
then during his extensive practice — you had sat by and watched each droplet drivel down his divine body, watched every gulp as he bobbed his adam's apple and every time any taut muscle of his flexed, you watched him like a predator!
after the practice, you had caught him in the shower yet again. as the water ran down his simmering body, you took his achy cock down your throat as if it was akin to water. and the way you swallowed... it might as well have been water.
then, after that you had caught him again on your way to dinner and stashed both of your sweltering hot bodies in a small supply closet. unzipping his pants and dropping your shorts, you somehow convinced the swordsman for a quickie.
and then just as he had started to fall asleep, you had found your lips against his neck — pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses and pleading, begging him for another quick round.
of course, zoro had complied — he had a reputation to uphold and a woman to please!
and this wasn't something new. you were needy, and roronoa zoro loved that — loved having you paw at him with those wide eyes as you asked him for another round, as you begged him to pound your cunt till you could all but collapse. he loved having a girlfriend who would push him against the wall and cry for a quickie.
but... but now as you woke him (and his genuinely achy cock) at three in the morning, he wasn't sure if the trail of sweat droplets on his forehead were excitement or sheer, unadulterated fear.
like i said — you were a lewd, lewd leeewwd woman!
currently, you batted your eyelashes, looking up at him through those doe-eyes as if he was denying you the right to heaven... and well, knowing you, he might as well be.
"woman—" he gulped, his adam's apple bobbing deliciously in his throat, "it's just..." roronoa zoro fought for a flimsy excuse, any kind of salvation to come save him from this monster, "i just— i wanna sleep."
"kay! sleep then. i'll jus' do my thing!" you gave him your most charming smile — despite the obscene strings of gooey pre smeared against your lips and chin like gloss.
"ah," he tried cracking open a smile but just one swipe of your thumb against his silt and roronoa zoro felt his bottom lashes stinging with the heavy weight of tears. his lips wobbled — for fucks sake, they wobbled — as he plead, "jus'- we can do this tomorrow."
you whined again, your pretty cunt pressing against his muscled thighs in protest where you straddled him, "but i want it now!"
"s-seriously?" roronoa zoro found his eyes growing wider. he was sure, living at the sea, nothing could freak him out anymore. god... except you! you were insatiable!
he swallowed again but his mouth was the desert, "wh-what's gotten into you, huh?"
"oh?" you gave him a candied smile, "just ovulating!"
just... ovulating?!
oh... he was gonna be shooting blanks tonight — atleast that's what your treacherous gaze and carnal grin told him.
♡ vinsmoke sanji!
vinsmoke sanji was sure this was the end.
oh lord, what had he done to receive heaven on earth? to receive the highest possible honour while being a mere mortal?! not only did he have a girlfriend, he had a girlfriend that wanted — nay, needed — him like he was water.
dragging his flushed body forward with his tie, you slotted your heavenly lips against his as your palm dragged softly over his erection.
it was far too late at night, and vinsmoke sanji had been cleaning up after the dinner when you presented your needy self in the kitchen. giving him a cashmere smile, and batting your eyelashes had got you both in this position.
"sanji—" you moaned into his mouth, peeking out a tongue just to drink down his sweet drool, "you're so cute, babe."
"i— fuck, love." his face flushed, eyes blown wiiiide open as you increased your pace against his flushed cock. your manicured fingers manhandled his heavy cock, fondling his balls with slow drags till he felt his abdomen squeeze deathly tight.
just three, no two— fuck just one...? just one more pump of your hand and he spilled into your palm with a dragged out groan of your name.
kissing the side of his slacked-open mouth, you giggled, "came so soon?"
and sure, maybe vinsmoke sanji should have felt bad, maybe a bit... embarrassed that a kiss and a few leisurely pumps at the mercy of his girlfriend's hand was all it took for him to orgasm but you act like you hadn't been pouncing at him all day?!
"hah, as if— wh-what?!" but before the man could defend himself, he felt you squeeze his half-erect cock. his eyes widened, jaw dropping open as he dragged his gaze to lewd sight under, "wait, p-please, haah hnghh— love."
the pearlescent sheen glided down your wrist ever-so-slowly and yet, you used the same dewy fluid as lube to rub against his reddened, sensitive dick.
oh, god.
meeting your gaze erratically, sanji bit out a frenzied plea, "love.. i- hngh it's- sensitive..."
"awh?" you smiled, that mischievous glint in your eyes making sanji all but cry out your name in desperation, "i know! that's what makes it fun."
"p-please, please, please—" he huffed, his face scrunched up and feverish. his nose and ears were flushed red, bottom lip caught between his teeth as heavy tears rolled down his eyes.
"please what, sanji?" you husked, and sanji couldn't meet your eyes, let alone explain his situation.
at his second orgasm, he croaked out a low whimper of your name, his eyes rolling back to his skull. the sweat beads mixed with salty tears, running down the planes of his handsome face in pretty streaks that made you grin.
his muscles shuddered, the skin under his suit perspired and jittery and if it weren't for his forearms holstering up his bent body on the counter, vinsmoke sanji was sure his knees were about to give out fully.
now, now before you categorize sanji as someone who was getting absolutely wrecked while having sex... you'd be correct. but also, it wasn't the poor man's fault when he was dating you!
you had him late for breakfast when you had peppered kisses that trailed down his alarmingly reddened chest to his achy cock as soon as he woke up... and you hadn't let gone till he had spilt down his cum down your parched throat.
and then you had him late for lunch yet again as you whisked him away to your shared room just to drop down your knees and bat those doe-eyes up at him till his body shook and he could no longer muster any comprehensible words.
vinsmoke sanji was walking down the line to insanity, delirium, whatever just at one low-lidded glance that you threw at him. because before dinner you had asked him to help you out, asked him to drop to his knees and worship you.
and worship he did.
his tongue drank down every syrupy, candied juices out of your pussy with those heart-eyes and blushed face.
all throughout the day, you had used sanji as if he was your personal slave and now, again, after almost making him shoot blanks, you were still not done?!
perching yourself at the very edge of the kitchen counter, spreading your legs in such a obscene manner, you opened your thighs wide open.
vinsmoke sanji felt blood pour through his nose as he caught the sight of your honeydew beading and clinging onto your panties.
"f-fuck," and despite not able to stand anymore, sanji felt drool pool at his lips at the prospect. he licked his dry lips, his jittery eyes scan over your inviting figure.
you angled your index at him, beckoning him in with that sultry, dangerous look of yours, "c'mere, babe."
"haah, y-yeah?" the man felt himself losing oxygen as he took slow steps towards you. your smell infiltrated each cell of his body and sanji shivered as he finally came close enough.
you body warmth radiated and pierced every inch of his, and his eyes rolled back just at the thought of sinking his heavy erection past your feeble resistance.
"one more round, sanji?" you grinned, and sanji felt his erection twitch helplessly. gulping, although his mouth was dry, sanji nodded, "y-yeah...?"
whatever his girls says, she gets right?
a/n: my frustration w/ tumblr is real but you know what is also real? one-piece. (and also my obsession with making men needy, pathetic, overstimulated messes!)
thankyou sm to anons who have devious minds and send such reqs. may both sides of your pillows be cold 🐙bby!
💗thinking about how every time you leave his bed, your thighs are bruised blue and purple. crescent moons embedded into your plush skin, hips bruised by the way he was holding onto you when he rammed his cock inside your pussy, inner thighs marked with snips and licks.
💗he's selfish, he knows it. but it's some sort of carnal desire that rocks him to his very core every time you're spread out so lewdly in front of him; pussy trembling, your slick coating your inner thigh and vulva, your mouth parted in anticipation. so fucking pretty. and unmarked.
just waiting to be claimed by his scorching touches.
there's some sort of feral need to watch you as you mewl and rock yourself harder when he inflicts that sort of pleasurable pain onto your body. the way your teeth catch your trembling lips when he bites down on your thigh and his calloused fingers tease your throbbing clit. fuck, you were meant for this. for him.
💗it's just... the idea. god, just the idea that you'd be talking to someone, maybe laughing and nodding along so fucking innocently. but if they strain their neck downwards, letting their gaze wander at the hem of your skirt, they would see shy blossoms against your tattered skin. proof that you were all his.
💗this is why it doesn't come to as a surprise on the nights he slips in bed behind you. pulling your chest flush against his back, his fingers would swiftly pull your sleeping shorts downwards. he would always hiss, too blinded by the building pleasure as he rocks his cock in between your thighs.
his breath would be warm against your neck, fingers pulling and flicking your nipples and silent moans and heaves on his lips. he cums with a disoriented grunt and his sticky cum rests in your thigh, some slipping off onto the sheets. and just the idea of your body covered in his fluids makes him start thrusting again.
he overstimulates himself against your wet thighs till tears threaten to spill out and he can no longer speak without his voice shaking. he's so cute.
💗and don't get him started on how well you trap him against yourself when his tongue is playing with your sloppy cunt. don't get him started on how intoxicating it is to feel your trembles and moans and not being able to breathe because he wants you so bad. don't get him started on how he could die right there.
slack jawed, pupils blown open, breathless. choking between your sweet pussy and trembling thighs.
💗justtt men with a thigh kink my god.
applies to:
zoro, ace, shanks [one piece]; toji, yuuji, choso, nanami [jjk]; jean, eren, reiner [aot] and any and all your favourites <3
a/n: idea by @dancingintherainwithchifuyu [thankyou!]; divider by @dollywons
tagging: @help-i-lost-my-sock, @bokutosbiceps
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one of my posts got flagged for having "explicit content" and they basically rejected my appeal for having to post it WITH warnings this time around... so, like do i just copy-paste that shit and repost it or what?? please veterans of tumblr help a girl out :/
— a bllk fanfic // where a mistake in your lease gives you... yuukimiya kenyu as your roommate?!
synopsis: [college au!]
someone as smart, capable, and self-sufficient as you could never make the mistake of not reading the fine-print of your new apartment's lease... however, just this once you made this mistake, and now, your uni's (possibly maybe definitely perverted) star-striker's housing with you! how fuuun!
pairing: afab!reader x pervert! yukimiya kenyu [aged up.]
cw: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. NOT PROOFREAD, BABES.
yukimiya is a MAJOOOR pervert.
includes: dub-con. manipulation. dark content. panty-stealing. penetration, fingering, mirror sex, praise, cock!drunk, slight bimbofication.
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"okay, no! this is not okay!" your voice shook ever-so-slightly and you hated it — hated how your hands tightened around the papers you were holding, how your eyes fidgeted between your two brokers standing in front of you, haaaated how you could be so fucking stupid.
"okay, listen..." you tried again, "i really didn't know i'd be housing with a-" your eyes scanned the broker's face once, "a guy. not that it's a problem, it's just— i didn't read the conditions... and—"
"—ma'am," one of your brokers rubbed his temple, "i understand your concern but the entire process has been done. you've signed the papers, the lease has been made in your name — everything's done. you cannot back out now... i mean, unless you want to lose your security fee."
right. the goddamn security fee.
the owner had asked you to pay up three months' rent in advance, claimed it was security fee so you wouldn't cancel last minute. you had given it little to no thought and complied. now that same security fee was biting your ass.
"but i don't even know him!" you cried out in frustration, "what if he's a pervert, or a serial killer— or worse, like a finance dude-bro?! aren't you concerned for my— a-a woman's safety?"
"ma'am," the shorter, older broker spoke up, "we've run a security check on this guy. his background's clear. infact, he comes from a very good family. he's in your university too, so, you would be able to bond!"
great, your roommate was also in your university! what was next, he was the most popular jock on campus or some shit?!
you huffed one more time, trying out your doe-eyes in a last-ditch effort for salvation, "there's seriously nothing you guys can do?"
"not for another three months, i'm afraid." the taller one clasped his fingers and the short one nodded, "once you make it through these first three months, you may evacuate."
three months? lord. these were going to be some long, loooong three months.
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✩ investigation open: is my new flat mate a... pervert?
evidence #1: did he really mishear you?
"yukimiya kenyu." the man standing at your door gave you a charming smiled, the kind where it seemed like all of the muscles in his face were being used. pushing the rim of his glasses up with his fingerpads, he nodded at you, "i'm- i'm your new flat mate!"
good posture, tall, a mop of curly brown hair atop his head, round glasses, god — greeaaat physique, and polite. overall, cute. he was kinda cute.
well, wait... you shouldn't be saying that about your flatmate before he even walked in.
but well, fuck ethics, i guess?
"—um..." yukimiya paused for a second, and an unruly, weird silence filled the living room till it buzzed in your ears sporadically.
both of you stared at each-other a second before you realized you should probably introduce yourself back.
"hi!" you spluttered, "sorry, i kind of spaced out." you chased the formalities with a smile, "uh, nice to meet you yukimiya—"
"just yukki's fine." he smiled politely and you repeated, "okay, yukki... uh, well your room's down the hallway to the left, okay? i have the one on the right... and um, if you need anything, just let me know."
"yeah, i will." the man dragged his suitcase in, "thank you so much."
the next you heard from yukimiya kenyu was a loud shriek.
you found yourself running, your footing on the wooden floors a quick pitter-patter as you made it through the living room and into the hallway that contained both of your rooms.
your mind felt scattered; did he fall down? did he find some sort of pest? was he having some kind of an emergency medical thingy first thing as he showed up?!
"what's wrong?!"
your eyes widened when you saw yukimiya standing on the door to your room rather than his. his eyes were transfixed on something inside your room, and his hand was frozen on the doorknob. he seemed... dazed.
"yuki-miya?" you called out experimentally, and found that the man appeared to give no signs of being cognitive. stepping closer, you put a hand on his shoulder and called out again, "yukimiya..?"
and then, it clicked.
"that's uh—" you gulped, suddenly remembering that all the lingerie you had just washed and dried were probably still sprawled on your bed haphazardly... and your cutesy vibrator that you had used last night and not tucked back in your drawer.
you laughed, trying to mask the obviously awkward situation, "that's um... my room."
"i—" you found yukimiya unable to meet your eyes, "i... sorry, i thought you said my room's on the right. i must have... misheard."
"it's um- all good." you nervously laughed, tittering-tottering your way to your door to pull it shut. pointing to the room directly opposite to yours, you nodded, "that one's yours, yukimiya."
and you may not have noticed in your panicked state, but yukimiya kenyu's breath seemed strained... his gaze never met yours as he quickly shifted his pants and hastily dragged himself to his room.
how odd.
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"oh my god, not only are you flat mates with the fucking striker of the uni's football team but he also saw your panties—?"
your eyes widened at your best friend as you snapped your neck to see if anyone around you heard you, "—anri, shut up! there are people around."
your voice grew feeble as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone, "and i didn't know he was the striker, okay? i'm not a football nerd like you."
"i know, i know." she grinned, "but this is fantastic. he's totally hot! aaand single, i've heard... i think karasu mentioned it once."
"let's not jump ahead of ourselves." you looked up at her from your phone before drawing your gaze back to your instagram, "he's polite, he keeps to himself, and i don't think he is interested in me like that."
"hush, it's been like what? two days." anri grinned again, your love-life akin to a game for her, "give it time. who knows maybe he'd fall head over heels for you...? ooh, maybe he's like possessive?"
"ugh, you gotta stop reading all those stupid books." you rolled your eyes, "you sound insane."
"just saying!"
possessive? hah, right!
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✩ investigation resumed: is my flat mate a pervert?
evidence #2: do we have the same preferences..?
smack! you hit the shampoo bottle against the palm of your hand, and again, and again and again once more for good measure.
"oh my god," you hissed, your shower growing cold with each passing minute, "i swear to god this had some left the last time i checked."
or did you misremember?
you smacked it once more, but to your dismay, there was no more than two lonesome droplets left.
you sighed, finally giving up. "guess i gotta go shopping later."
when you stepped out of the shower, you found yukimiya sitting in the living room, scrolling on his phone. his bicep flexed mindlessly as he stretched an arm over his head and yawned.
"hey, yukimiya?" you called out and he looked up, "oh, hey."
were you hallucinating or did the star-striker yukimiya kenyu scan your towel-clad body up and down through his glasses...?
you gulped, trying to change the topic before your mind raced to unbearable fantasies, "i... i was thinking i'd go to the supermart tonight. gotta restock on a few things. do you want me to get you something?"
"oh," his brows furrowed, his speech slurred as if he was breaking out of a fantasy of his own. the player stuttered, "i don't know— oh. yeah, can you get me one of those uh- lavender diffuser things? i like that fragrance a lot."
"oh? lavender?" you repeated, "okay, sure."
and when you realized — while restocking on your favorite shampoo — that it was also lavender scented, you grew a bit confused. oh, maybe you and yukimiya just had similar taste?
what a coincidence!
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✩ investigation resumed: is my flat mate an actual pervert?
evidence #3: um, my thong's missing.
"okay," you mumbled, looking through your drawer the nth time, "one, two, three, four..." you sighed, growing wary of the same outcome, "one's still missing."
now, it could be very well that you just misplaced one pair of thongs, or that you left it at the laundromat. or... well, maybe your roommate had it?
no. you shook your head. no.
yukimiya kenyu was a perfectly well-adjusted individual! he came from a good family, he was the star-striker for your university's football team, and he even modeled on some occasions! he was a polite, well-adjusted man and it was rude of you to think that lowly of your flat-mate!
but... what if?
no. you steeled your thoughts. he never even looked at you inappropriately! and never did he ever make you feel uncomfortable! it was wrong to think he could do something as lowly as panty-stealing.
yeah, you definitely just misplaced that pair.
but then, three weeks later — another went missing.
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✩ investigation resumed: i think my flat mate is a pervert!
evidence #4: my fav crop-top's gone missing!
"hey, anri." you put the call on speaker, tossing the phone to your bed as you crouched down in front of your wardrobe. pulling out the pieces of fabric hastily, you called out to your best-friend on the other side of the phone call, "uh, did you- fuck..! did you take my top?"
anri seemed to speak through a mouthful, "mhm, which top? your white tank top? yeah, i have that."
"no, no." you stood up, now rechecking the top layers of your cupboard where you kept all your clothes, "my black crop top! my favorite one— it's the one i wore to aiku's party a week back."
"oh that one?" anri hummed in defeat, "nope, don't have that."
"you sure?"
"yeah," she finally stopped chewing on whatever she had been eating, her interest piqued, "did you lose it?"
"seems so." you looked through the giant pile of clothes on your floor once again, growing more frustrated with each shove, "i've checked everywhere and i still can't find it."
"maybe you gave it to someone else? koyuki maybe? oh, maybe sae's cousin that came to visit—?"
"—don't know." you mumbled in defeat, throwing the clothes haphazardly at last, "but that was my favourite top, goddammit."
the woman on the other grew silent, and when she spoke up, she sounded hesitant, "i mean- maybe ask yukimiya? a lot of your stuff's been going missing lately."
"he didn't take it—" but anri cut you off before you could defend the man, "i know but maybe you left it somewhere in your flat? maybe he saw it? just ask him once."
"maybe... okay." you nodded with some semblance of resolve, standing up and walking upto your door, "i'll go ask him. talk to you later, anri. love ya!" beep.
you twisted the doorknob, only to find the door already open... and though you didn't notice this, but your door was just a little bit ajar — enough for someone to peek in without you noticing.
"hey, yukimiya?" you knocked on yukimiya's door and waited.
after a few seconds, the door opened and wafts of thick, lavender air seemed to seep out. your brows furrowed at the familiar smell, his room smelled a lot like your perfume combo.
but before you could ask him about his olfactory preferences, you came face-to-face with a shirtless yukimiya. his face was flushed, no glasses, hair pushed up hastily. he seemed like he had been... busy.
he heaved, "hey, sorry. um, jus'... just was working out." the player gave you an easy smile, "what's up?"
"i—" you solely focused on his flushed face, trying not to gawk at his defined chest and milky skin, taut with muscles you couldn't even name. you swallowed, "i can't find my black top, have you... uh, maybe seen it?"
"sorry," yukimiya gave you a charming smile, his full lips stretching all so prettily, "which top?"
"i wore it aiku's party last weekend..." and you hoped that you reminding him of his teammates party would jog up his memory but yukimiya kenyu was still just as clueless. he shook his head, stretching his hand to lean on the doorframe, "can't recall, sorry."
"oh, well, it's okay." you gave him a tight-lipped smile, "but if you find it, would you tell me?"
"yeah, course."
and obviously, you couldn't see it with the way he was shielding the door to his room, but somewhere between his duvet covers and pillow, there definitely lay a black fabric somewhere.
oh, but who knows? maybe that was one of his shirts.
black is a popular colour, of course.
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✩ investigation resumed: okay... my flat mate's a pervert.
evidence #5: all these... strange noises?
tick, tock, tick, tock.
you tossed on your bed once more, dragging the blanket over your body before your body got too hot and you felt like you were being baked alive. throwing the blanket off your body, you found your shirt stuck to your back uneasily.
groaning, you picked up your phone just to see the time to be: 3:07 a.m.
oh you were definitely getting late for the 9 a.m. lecture tomorrow.
"fuuuck," you groaned, finally dragging yourself upwards to sit on your bed. looking around the room, your eyesight adjusted to the darkness and you swung your legs to get off your sprightly mattress. "hm, maybe some water will help?"
walking to your door, you found the door to be closed but not locked; one turn of your metallic doorknob and it'll open to reveal you sleeping inside.
you raised your eyebrows in wicked surprise, you closed it... right?
well, maybe you forgot.
stepping out, you found yourself in the dark hallways and you swear you were just about to take a sharp left to walk to the kitchen when... you heard something.
the sound seemed to be coming from yukimiya kenyu's room and you inched closer to his gate not because you wanted to spy on him or something! no... you just... it was late and he usually had early morning practices... so, shouldn't he be asleep?
usually, he was tucked in and out before you were, so, why was he up at three in the goddamn morning?
placing an ear to his door, you could hear some strange sounds from his room.
"haah, fuck." his muffled voice kissed your ear through the wooden barricade. although the words were smushed, you could make out some things. things along the line of, "god, yeah— fuck, like th-that."
and then, you heard your name.
your eyes widened and you brought up a hand up to your parted mouth. your frenzied gaze ran from the door to the floor and then back to his closed door.
your name?!
no fucking way! you stepped back. was he masturbating?! to... your name?!
you stepped back again, suddenly conscious that yukimiya kenyu could just swing his door inwards and catch you lurking outside his room like some sick, sick pervert!
you took a sharp left, walking to the kitchen as fast as your two jelly-like limbs would allow you. once there, you brought a tall glass of cold water to your lips, drinking down the liquid to parch your throat and your rancid thoughts.
you definitely misheard it! it wasn't your name!
you filled the glass with water again, your face growing warmer despite the cold water past your throat.
it wasn't your name! you rationalized, it was hard to hear through the door, after all. and yukimiya... he wasn't this type of guy — a pervert!
you should probably just forget about this. two weeks more and you could just move out of this place, anyways, right?
he wasn't like that... right?
yukimiya kenyu was not a pervert, right...?
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✩ investigation continued: yes! my flat mate is a huuge pervert!
evidence #6: what the fuck?!
"heyy, sae?" you smiled, hoping your politeness was evident enough through the phone call, "do you guys have practice in the evening— like right now?"
the redhead was dry like always, "yeah, why?"
"do you have any idea how long it'll run for?"
"i dunno," the man replied, "maybe like till nine? the championships are about to start, so, it'll drag on."
"oh... and yukimiya's there right—?" but sae quipped up again, "yeah, but why'd you ask?"
"oh, i just had to go out with anri." you laughed mechanically, "and uh, yukimiya's not picking up my calls so, i just needed to know when he'd be back."
"oh? okay."
you laughed again, praying your desperation wasn't on display for the overtly observant older itoshi, "hey sae... uh, don't tell yukimiya i called you, right? he may think it's something serious when it's not."
"yeah, cool." and you could imagine the redhead more than happy to end your conversation, "see ya, bye." beep.
you looked at the time: 7:53 p.m.
you had over an hour to snoop through yukimiya's room without him catching you. perfect!
and it's not like you were enjoying this — this was a necessity!
after that night, you couldn't quite look yukimiya kenyu the same. somehow, everything he did seemed... sketchy.
your door was always open even when you locked it, your shampoo and conditioner somehow ran dry a few uses in, even one of your bras had gone missing — and it was good, expensive, frilly kind!
if yukimiya kenyu was innocent, then, you'd repent for your actions till the end of your mortal life. but if he wasn't... well, you didn't know what you'd do then.
tip-toeing to his door as if he was still home, you turned the doorknob just to find the door close. you breathed in slowly. okay, you prepared for this.
you had noticed that he took one key of his room with him and another, well, that was in a jar kept in the kitchen. technically, you weren't supposed to know this but a little snooping never hurt anyone, right?
once you had produced the key, you tip-toed back to his room.
8:15 p.m. okay, not bad. forty-five minutes to snoop wasn't bad at all.
as you jabbed the key in, and felt your heart thundering within your chest. one twist of the doorknob, and then you were in.
his room smelt like you — lavender with a hint of sweetness intertwined. but that was probably cause he just liked lavender, right?
at the first glance, his room felt like nothing from the ordinary. his bed was made, the blanket and pillows perfectly placed. right in front of the bed — perched against a corner — was a long, full-body mirror. there were a few dumbbells and restraint bands kept against one wall. and well, his walls were barren except for a plastic hook that held up his previous medals.
no decor, no pictures... what a psycho?!
still tip-toeing, you first made your way to his laundry basket, sifting through his pile of clothes for if you could find anything familiar. even though you sifted and sifted and sifted, you came up empty-handed.
groaning, you walked up to his beside tables next. going through one drawer after the other, all you could find were some prescribed set of lenses, random junk and pennies collecting dust.
last, you walked to his wardrobe. pulling open the doors, you looked through the neatly arranged rows of clothes and jerseys and whatnot, still to not find anything.
with each place devoid of your thongs, or your clothes, your chest felt a little bit lighter.
see! your pysche cheered, yukimiya wasn't a creep! told ya!
once you were done with your inspection, you found one last place to check — under his bed.
the underside of you bed was used to store nonsense. you sometimes chucked your shoes under those, or dirty laundry on days you were feeling particularly lazy. it also had a box full of your old memories — mementos, pictures, slam books, old jewelry for sentiment's sake.
you assumed yukimiya's would be much the same, or barren — like the rest of his room.
and so, you crouched down on your knees.
the wooden floor was cold against your skin, and you grimaced as you bent down and turned of the flashlight on your phone to check the underside.
ding ding ding! a cardboard box. it was the only thing kept under yukimiya kenyu's bed and you assumed that it'll be something personal, like it were for you.
"uh-huh," you nodded as your palms pawed desperately at the cardboard box to pull it outwards.
you finally pulled it out, only to find—
"—what the fuck?!"
your fingers shook as your body settled all of it's bodyweight on your toes. commanding your shaking digits, you put your hands inside the box as if going to pet a rattlesnake.
except there was no rattlesnake in, or even a hamster. oh no, it was just your stuff!
the thongs you had displaced, your frilly, expensive bra that went missing, your lipgloss that you were so sure was stolen at uni! at the bottom of the box sat the black crop top you had come asking yukimiya for... oh god.
"tch, you weren't supposed to see that."
your neck snapped upwards, and your jaw sagged open at the man that stood at the door.
"y-yukimiya..." your mouth felt awfully dry, like each breath had been traded for a spoonful of sand.
"awh, why'd you look so scared?" the man asked in a sickly, sweet tone as he closed the door behind him, "it's my room, darling. did you not expect to see me here?"
"i-" your eyes shot to your phone that lay on the floor next to you, 8:43 p.m.
you gulped but there was no relief to your arid mouth, "y-you weren't supposed to come till—"
"nine?" the man hummed, dropping his duffel bag at the edge of the bed, "yeah, no, i figured i'll come home early. had a feeling you were upto something."
instinctively you pulled your phone up and crawled backwards, "i-i'll tell the police you're s-stalking me."
"oh?" yukimiya smiled and the sweetness in his actions were a stark contrast to the malicious storm that brew in his eyes, "try that, sweets. tell them that your flat mate's got your thongs 'n stuff, right?"
"i r-really will!"
and yukimiya kenyu laughed, stepping closer, "yeah, you should. go ahead, call them."
you flinched as he took another step closer, your bleary gaze shooting up to his face, "wha-why'd you? yukimiya—"
"oh c'mon," he cooed, bending down to meet you at your eye-level, "don't be so scared, dove. i'm not gonna eat you."
a vulnerable whimper fell past your wobbling lips, "y-yukimiya..."
"darling," he brought up a broad palm up to your cheek, "don't act like you don't fuckin' fantasize about this shit, yeah?"
the tears grew heavy against your bottom lash line, "wh-what?"
"i've seen you," he smiled softly, his voice so soothing except it was jabbing you like needles with each accursed word, "i've seen you fucking yourself on your fingers so, so pathetically while crying out my name."
a tear drop fell past your doe eyes and yukimiya leaned forward, catching the drop on his tongue. he hummed at the salty taste and your skin burned where he had licked you.
"wh-when...?" and your cheeks flamed at the thought of him catching you like that.
it had happened a few times... a few nights when you thought he was asleep, you had guided your vibrator to your plush cunt and pretended that the silicon molded toy was him instead. but it was just an innocent fantasy! you didn't... you didn't want him to find out.
"i've seen you." he hummed, satisfied with your expression of pure shock, "c'mon, do you think i'm dumb? so many nights when you couldn't sleep — you called my name, and i heard."
slowly rubbing your cheek, he continued, "and you're not a kid, love. you had your suspicions with the thongs, and the top, right? and yet, you never once actually looked for them."
a cashmere smile, "were you hoping i was the one who had them?"
embarrassment sewed itself against your features, "n-no... 's not like that."
he dragged his thumb from your cheek to your lips, pulling open the plump lips apart, "it's not like that? then, are you actually so dumb that you left the main door unlocked while you snooped through my room?"
a pause, "or did you want me to find you?"
you shook your head, your wet tears falling down in fat plops! down your pretty face. yukimiya kenyu slowly inserted his thumb inside your warm, melty mouth, and instinctively, you sucked at his digit.
yukimiya grinned, "awh, such a good girl but such a terrible fucking liar."
"now, tell me." the man pushed another digit in your inviting mouth, "do you want me to fuck you? or, do you want your stuff back?"
"i-" you couldn't speak and yet yukimiya smiled as if he understood you, "yeah, our lease is gonna be up in a week, right? i'll leave, angel.... unless, you want me to stick around and fuck you like you want me to?"
he paused, a slow, maddening grin on his handsome features, "do you want me to, love?"
and you nodded.
✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
✩ investigation continued: my flat mate's a 100% perverted!
evidence #7: [redacted]
"yukimiya—" you batted your lashes at the man perched behind you.
his hot chest was flush against your back. one broad hand of his held your thighs wide apart while his other digits teased your hot core. his slender fingers hovered right above your drenched cunt.
"it's yukki," each word of his was a hot pang! against your throbbing neck, "i told you, love. it's yukki for you, yeah?"
you swallowed, "yeah... y-yukki."
he licked up a fat stripe from the middle of the neck to the shell of your ears and you shuddered against him.
"now," he exhaled softly, "keep looking at your pretty face as i ruin you, yeah?"
you met your shaky vision in the mirror — where yukimiya kenyu had you spread open for him like some exquisite modern art.
you chest rose and fell erratically as the man brought his fingers to your cunt and rub against the rosy, quivering bundle of nerves. his fat girth pushed past the weak resistance of your pussy, your greedy hole gladly accepting each one of his inches graciously.
"oh my god—" heavy tears stung at your lashline as the player brought down your erratic pelvis down, down, down his achy cock. your body buzzed as if yukimiya kenyu was your personal brand of heroine. you bit down you wobbling bottom lip in an effort to control your obscene, animalistic moans, "y-yukki 's so big."
"awh? s-so big?!" the man cooed, his mucles biceps still tugging your pliant body down till his heavy balls twacked! against your supple skin.
"shiiit feel me?" the man grinned and you caught the lewd sigh in the mirror — his index and middle finger circled your clit in frenzied, haphazard figures as his length curved and molded your insides with each salacious thrust. he groaned, "feel me all the way in, hah?"
"yeah..." your eyes caught against the obscene imagery — your roommate sinking his milky, heavy length inside your gaping, bulging cunt with ease.
a hand snaked around your waist, his taut muscles so tightly pressed up against your simmering hot body. leveraging the hold, the man pulled your doughy hips up 'n down his length harsher, faster.
"y-yukki—!" your heart seemed to be stuck in your throat, it's sweet ba-dump! ringing in your ears as the man impaled you on his length.
but the man under you did not care.
his perspired skin clung against yours like it was second skin, his erratic gaze staring at your unkempt reflection in the mirror as if he was stalking you — well, he was.
as your muscles spasmed against the ridges of his lengthy dick, his plump lips parted to let earthy groans that poured over your body like molten fire, "fuuck, y'know— you don't know how long i've been waiting for this."
his thumb pressed against your silt, collecting the syrupy slick on his finger-pads with each rough swipe. you clawed at the forearm against your waist as your eyes rolled back to the back of your skull, "god— i'm gonna haah! cummin'- i-m cumming—"
your irises were practically molded into hearts, pretty lips almost slathered with your drool as yukimiya kept ramming his tip against your gooey, kryptonitic spot — undeterred by your flimsy scratches against his milky forearms or your cries of pleasure.
"c'mon, c'mon." he hummed, and you may have been in a crazed state but you swear you felt the player take in a hefty, hefty sniff of your hair, "smell so sweet... like candy, you 'n your pretty pussy—"
and smell reminds you!
"do you a-actually like lavender?" you tried looking at his face in the mirror, but each messy thrust into your cunt left your shaken, left each muscle spasming, left every inch of your skin buzzing as if bugs were crawling all over.
and though you couldn't quite see him, you heard his laugh. the hot air was hotter against your nape, his voice so smooth that the richness of the baritone set your cunt spasming in feverish quivers, "d'you like lavender, hm?"
you thought for second, well, tried to but it was hard with the way his leaky tip bulldozed it's way into your velvety hole. you swallowed down the thick build-up of drool in your mouth, "y-yes, i do."
"then, so do i."
and though it was childish, you pouted at his twisted answer, "you're hic— you're copying me—!"
"hm?" he grazed his sharp jaw against yours, still rutting into you like an animal in heat, "silly girl."
"'m not si-lly!"
and you were sure your mind was broken because you giggled, feeling the sound reverberate against the gooey puddle in your stomach that simmered with the anticipation of another orgasm.
"since we're playing question 'n answer," the man used his experienced fingers to pry open your syrupy folds again, pressing his fingerpads against every spot of you that could coax out heated whispers of his name, "tell me something, too."
you nodded, your eyes zeroing in at the blurry vision of you getting ruined by yukimiya kenyu.
"you knew i had your panties, right?"
"no..." you bit down your lips, stifling another broken giggle down your throat, "hah... maybe?"
"huh?" and his plump lips stretched to show a lecherous, devilish smile, "and you didn't want them back?"
"i thought you'd—yukki!" you chirped at the sudden thrust up your abused cunt, his tip yet against massaging your deepest, most sinful muscles in such a downright hypnotizing manner.
his deep voice rumbled through every sensitive cell of yours, "finish what you were saying', pretty."
"thought you cou-could use them," you hiccupped, the delirious smile still playing against your misty features, "y'know to... jerk it off t'me."
"ah?" the man cocked up an eyebrow, never halting his pounding even as he pressed a chaste kiss to your pulse before he nipped at the same point, possessed by the animalistic need to mark you as his own, "how fucking kind, darling."
you gasped at the harsh tug against your sensitive skin. his canines delved into your supple skin, leaving indents behind that he soothed with a hysteric drag of his sultry tongue.
"say..." the player dragged on the word, his bruised lips still against your racing, kiss-bitten pulse "what if i return the favor?"
you met your figure in the mirror — your reddened, scrunched up face, you dilated pupils, parted lips, "h-how?"
and yukimiya kenyu gave you a charming smile, the same kind he had given when he had walked in through that door, "fuck you till you cannot walk, yeah? till all you remember is hngh—"
a harsh thrust into your cunt had you cry out, "yukki—!"
turns out, your flatmate was a pervert but... so were you?!
✩ investigation concluded: i was right! my flat mate is a fucking pervert!
evidence #8: not needed... cause he's rearranging my guts?!
a/n: live, laugh, love yukimiya kenyu! was this fun to write? yes. did i write this one in a single seating? yes. would i do this again? yes.
haha enjoy the filth! mwuah mwuah <3
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anon asked angst w/ zoro // where zoro time-travels to the future and finds out his s/o is dead X(
✿a swordsman at his worst ft. roronoa zoro!
roronoa zoro, aged seventeen, was a godless man.
he had no home, he had no comfort, he had no safe-space. just hunger and a wicked dream.
roronoa zoro, aged nineteen had one god.
because through some fate or other, he met the crew and his life started... shifting. no longer lonely, or homeless, or uncared for, now, roronoa zoro had one god — his captain.
whatever the strawhat said, the swordsman followed. if the strawhat fell to certain death, the swordsman would follow. if the strawhat rose to godhood, the swordsman would follow through at his eternal devotee. the strawhat led, the swordman followed.
that was it. it was sorted. the man had one god. singular.
and then, roronoa zoro, aged twenty-one had two gods.
through another fucked-up game of fate or something, he met you... and his world started shifting again.
somehow his mornings revolved around how soon he could see you, his trainings became more about flexing at the right time as you passed him, his rivalry with the cook became a tad bit more serious cause goddamn, he won't let that shit-cook take you!
and then somehow, you became more than a crew-member. you became his girlfriend, you became his home, his best-friend, his god.
roronoa zoro, aged twenty-three had zero gods because what-the-fuck, he just got transported into the future somehow?!
"this is insane."
nami clicked her tongue, "you tell me."
"listen," the swordsman hissed, drawing his hulking figure forward on the very wooden table nami had caged him in, "i am roronoa zoro."
"we can tell," the blonde love-cook took a slow drag of his cig, taking his time blowing out the smoke, "nobody else can be this annoying."
"time hasn't changed you at all, has it?" zoro grit his teeth, almost drawing out his swords at the mere hint of a challenge.
the older sanji leaned forward, amused, "i know you think you're all that but you're a kid."
"oi," nami grumbled, flicking sanji on the forehead with one practiced, manicured flick of her finger, "settle it, you're a forty year old man."
"fine." the cook hummed, backing off solely because the older navigator had asked him too.
after what felt like hours upon hours of gruesome interrogation, the younger swordsman was finally allowed to let out of that wooden office where nami kept her charts and maps.
the ship outside was huge, and with each step that the younger man took forward, he grew more and more confused.
elbowing sanji in the ribs, the man hissed, "this is our ship, right?"
"yeah," the cook dusted himself where the swordsman had touched him, "obviously."
"so... are we like—y'know, the best pirates or something?"
"you talk like a kid—"
"—fuck you."
and no sooner was roronoa zoro presented to the rest of the crew as if he were an animal at the zoo. they all asked him questions; luffy tried psyching him twice only for it to not work out, ussop asked questions about the past like it were trivia. truly, the only bearable people were chopper, robin, frankie, and of course, his older self — who was eerily silent, even for his own self.
except, you were nowhere to be found.
even after the dinner had been served and sake had been passed around in the younger swordsman honor, he was in no better shape.
his jittery gaze kept scanning the place, his hands were growing clammy, and in his mind he was entertaining the worst possibilities of what may have happened to you.
of course, he rationalized, these were just possibilities. you were alive and well, he was always going to make sure of it, right? righ—
"—we should talk." a sturdy hand came to rest on the young man's shoulders, easing his tense muscles.
zoro glanced over his shoulder, looking at the man who looked so much like him that it was unnerving. what was even more unnerving was the fact that the twenty-three year old knew they had to talk and it was gnawing on his insides.
"yeah," he answered back despite his reservations, "we do."
wordlessly, the older man led the younger away from the crowd. taking careful steps one after the other, the younger man followed down intricate, wooden hallways that eventually opened to a gate to a room at the very end.
it was adorned in a cutesy looking nameplate, with the words, "Mr. and Mrs. Roronoa."
wh- MR AND MRS?! DID HE GET MARRIE—
"—no." the older man mumbled, as if able to read the younger one's thoughts, "not married. she just thought this was funny."
"right..." the other zoro tried to ignore the nasty pang! in his chest at the fact that you two weren't married. well, you both could do it eventually, he supposed. you two have enough time.
the door was swung wide open by the aged swordsman, and the younger one followed suit without really thinking about it.
the room was yours (and his), undeniably. there were photos on the wall, plastered on with resembling stickers — the creativity too much to be zoro's sub-par arts and crafts. the room smelled like you too, something a bit citrusy and floral — the right mix of sugar and spice.
"you can ask me whatever." the older man hummed from where he stood near the door. talking barely a step in, he continued, "i don't believe in that scientific mumbo-jumbo that... that i can change the trajectory of my life by telling you about the future, anyways."
but the younger man was pre-occupied. craning his neck to take in every crook and nary, he could find traces of you in every little trinket adoring this tiny room.
he could see your things, smell your scent, feel your presence and still not see you.
there were so many questions in the younger swordman's mind, and yet he chose the easiest one.
"are we the strongest now?"
the younger man turned to face the older one, and his answer came in the form of one swift nod.
"we defeated mihawk?"
another nod.
"does it feel goo— are you happy?"
a hesitant nod, that soon mutated into a timid shake of 'no.'
"why?"
the older man pursed his lips. his face was aged, wayward wrinkles at the edge of his tired eyes and near his lips. despite being in his forties, somehow he looked older, drained.
"don't stall." the older man finally replied, "ask what you really want to ask. i'll tell you honestly."
"where is she?"
and despite being the one who had asked not to stall, the older man couldn't conjure up a quick reply. he cleared his throat, keeping a safe hand on the hilt of his three swords before meeting the innocent face from his past, "she's gone."
she's gone?
"go-gone? gone where?" the younger man took a step forward, then another, "what do you m-what?!"
despite having the knowledge that the man in his forties only had to lift a finger to kill the younger zoro, the mosshead grabbed his aged version by the collar.
gritting his teeth, with bloodshot eyes and shaken limbs, he asked again, "what do you mean? did we... break-up?"
"no."
and instead of bringing relief, the answer only made the abyss in zoro's chest grow deeper, bigger, hungrier. his voice wavered, eyes drawing up water with every ragged breath, "then?"
"she's dead."
the younger man grabbed the collar tighter, and the fabric under his grasp tore at the sewn edges. when he spoke, he seemed more beast than human, "what the fuck do you mean by she's dead, huh?"
"she... what do you want me to sa—"
but the younger man was tethering on the line between sanity and none. the blood rushing past his ears made him sick, the thumping of his heart against the constraints of his ribs felt annoying, and each slow drag of air felt like a pointless run-away from death.
how could you just be... gone?
no. no. he refused to believe it.
"i thought you said..." the younger zoro heaved, "you said you were the strongest— how c-could you be if she's fucking dead? if you couldn't even save her?"
the twenty-three year old clicked open his sword, ready to unearth the deadly weapon to fight his own self, "answer me."
the man that stood before him, the man whose aged face showed nothing — no remorse or remembrance — just answered back monotonously, "i couldn't have saved her. if I could have," the younger man picked up on the slightest of tick building up in the older man's jaw, "i would have."
the silence that grew between them before the younger man felt the earth beneath him sway. the wood seemed to crack, the rips pulling the swordman in to call upon his untimely death.
and then, as his knees hit the hard ground all that he saw was blurred by tears. a strained breath, then another, and another and then, zoro felt like he could no longer breathe at all.
"hey, kid?" the older man bent down, not quite meeting the innocent boy's face but trying to look at him, "I'm sorry."
"h.." zoro felt his voice shake, "how did... she—"
"illness."
the younger, bloodshot eyes shot up to meet the aged ones. he repeated, dumbfounded, "illness..?"
the older zoro repeated, "if i could have saved her, i would have."
"but you couldn't." the younger one found himself finishing the sentence.
"i... yeah."
and roronoa zoro knew he was no saint when it came to words. his tongue was as sharp as his three blades, so, why would he not yield that weapon?
"does saying that... does it make you feel better about yourself?"
the aged man paused, staring for a moment too long before uttering, "what?"
the laugh that left the twenty-three year old was barely a laugh, a mocking jab, a cry rattled with grief, "does saying that you couldn't save her make it fucking better?"
the younger man barely paused, immediately breaking out in another cruel remark, "because it shouldn't. you lost her. you fucking los—"
"that's enough."
the older man shot up in one swift move, leaving the younger man alone in his room. and as zoro sat crumpled on the floor, the walls of the room seemed to cave in. everywhere, he saw you, he felt you but you weren't there.
you weren't.
he's not sure how long he sat there, not sure how long the sordid tears clung onto his bottom lashes before falling down in accursed pitter-patter that wettened the floor.
knock, knock.
"hey?" the younger man shot his head up only to see the older navigator's face. his voice was hoarse, "what do you want?"
"i-" she stalled, still standing at the door, "i guess zoro told you."
"what do you fucking want?"
"zoro..." her voice grew feeble, as if she was scared of whatever she was about to say, "we all tried— we did. and it just... it didn't work out. she was gone."
"and that' supposed to make it better?"
zoro almost found himself grow disgusted at these people's logic. is your end being inevitable somehow better? no, it is not. you were gone nonetheless, right? so, how could they patronize themselves and convince themselves that it was okay when it wasn't?
"it's not about better or worse." the navigator grew solemn, "you're a kid. you didn't see her the way we did. you don't get it."
a kid?!
before zoro could grow offended, before he could argue his way into his rightful truth, nami continued, "just know that whatever blame you're putting on your older version, he already feels a hundred times more guilty. you're no match for him. so, keep your anger, your— your grief to yourself. he's got plenty of it."
and just like that, the door was shut and zoro was left alone again.
minutes ticked by, and the only way he knew of the time passing was by the slight sunrays filtering through the curtain you had probably put up.
the pink fabric swayed and the sunrays peaked through — all shy and timid. the sunlight fell on the wooden floor and the younger man realized — after a long time — that the flooring was different than the rest of the ship. did you choose it too?
craning his head to check out each crevice of the room again, you were everywhere. even in your absence, you haunted him. you lingered.
did his older version feel it too? did every breath he take feel like he was stealing one from you? or when he ate, did he feel your presence next to him? did he feel you when the sun hit his face or when the curtains you once chose swayed every early morning? or when he sprayed your scent every morning, and held your pillow at night?
did you linger for his older version like you did for his present one?
and what was that nami said? that the older man had enough grief to carry over for a million lifetimes?
roronoa zoro knew he was no saint when it came to words but should he have not used his tongue as a sword this time around? for your sake?
zoro found himself picking his achy body up. trudging out of the room, he walked through the new hallways till he reached the deck.
the sun was barely over the horizon and yet, at the crow's nest stood a familiar 'mosshead'. climbing up the stairs, the man reached the very top and stood in silence.
he knew the forty-something knew of his presence, but neither of the versions said anything at all.
"hey," the younger man finally called out to the older one, "uh— i'm... i came to say sorry."
but the older man didn't quite respond, instead still staring at the shimmering, calm sea.
"i— i was angry. i shouldn't have blamed you—"
"i blame me too, kid." the older man's voice was somehow more gruff, "trust me, if i could bargain my life for hers, i wouldn't be here. i would be dead a thousand times over if it was for her."
"i know," the younger mosshead stood next to his older version. his eyes scanned the eerily calm sea, the way that the sun reflected off the tides in heavenly bliss, "i am you, after all."
"i can't lie," the younger man gripped the railing harder, "i still am angry, i can't— i cannot bear the idea of losing her but... can i really not fucking change it? can't i get chopper to read about the illness, or get her the best medical care? or- or—" the man struggled, desperate for anything, "anything?"
"i don't know, kid." the man hummed, "this is my reality, i cannot go back to the past. your present is all you have... and you- you still have her. not me."
"what if i cannot save her?" zoro spluttered, "despite knowing what'd happen— what if?"
"then, you'd live like me — a bitter old man. then, we'd share the same fate." the older man finally met his younger face. god, he looked like a child, "but for now, you have her. love her."
"i already do."
"i know, kid," the man laughed, the sound something grounded and raw, "i was you once."
"right..." zoro nodded, pursing his lips as if it were obvious. "so, should i propose to her? make it official? or should i take her out on a vacation? maybe we both should retire—"
"kid," the older man hummed, "how 'bout you just exist in the present with her? i don't know if you'd have her or not... but you have her right now, right?"
"right."
the older man smiled, and the laugh lines became alive for the first time in a long, long time. "then, just be with her. that's enough."
"okay," the younger zoro nodded and a sheepish expression made to his face, "sorry again 'bout the... y'know—"
"eh, i'm you. whatever you said, i've already thought it, kid."
"oh, yeah... that makes sense." the younger zoro hummed, "wait, do you think we can talk telepathically?"
"no. obviously not." but the older man laughed again, "or can we?"
and for the first time in years did the crew hear zoro laugh again.
oh, maybe this younger zoro was a good, happy accident. maybe he had come not to save you, but rather the gloomy, forty-something swordsman.
a/n: angst is really not my forte and it doesn't help that i wrote this while listening to "superbass" like... girl the vibes weren't vibing. anyways have this :)
— a bllk fanfic // where your pro-player boyfriend breaks the no-contact.
synopsis: smack! what's that..? oh, just the sound of your annoying ex crashing back into your life (using some questionable methods.)
pairing: afab reader x multiple men [aged up isagi yoichi, rin itoshi, oliver aiku, sae itoshi, michael kaiser, yukimiya kenyu, karasu tabito.] // every character gets a separate drabble.
cw: NOT PROOFREAD. DEAD DOVE DON'T EAT.
slightttly toxic men. manipulation. stalking. breaking-in. more manipulation. SLIGHT yandere concepts. bimbofication. pussydrunk men.
nsfw includes: penetration, cunnilingus, fingering, p-talking (slightly), dirty talk, overstimulation, honestly some dub-con elements, rough smex, downright dogshit men.
m.list
★player 01: isagi yoichi!
who broke up: you.
reason for break-up: couldn't juggle career and you together.
time taken to break no-contact: 17 days.
strategy: did you forget he's a master manipulator?
"yoichi ❤" had flashed on the screen again, a 0.6x adorably stupid photo of him in the background as you clenched your jaw shut. you decided to breathe slowly, for you could almost grind your tooth to fine dust with the desperation bubbling through your veins.
it was late, it was cold, and you were just mid-way through your nightly sob-session when isage yoichi had called.
god, it's like he knew your kryptonite?!
and with the way isagi yoichi's brain worked, it felt more and more like a a possibility that he had thoroughly planned this — catching you at your most vulnerable.
fucking psycho.
you sighed, carding a hand through your hair.
you knew you should have blocked his contact after the breakup when your best-friend had told you so. but you hadn't — so, so sure that the man who left you for the sake of his career wouldn't come back to you. now, that stupid decision was mocking you as your phone buzzed and your fingers twitched dangerously to click on the 'accept' button.
it was after the fourth, no, fifth missed call that you finally caved in and picked the vibrating device in your hand.
"what do you want?" surprised at your the steadiness of own voice, you gripped the device harder against your palm, "'cause i don't... i don't wanna talk."
you were met with silence, and for a brief moment you considered if it was a butt-dial, just an accident — would it be better for your sanity if it were? would it make a lesser joke of yourself if it were?
but isagi yoichi eventually sighed, a familiar, tired voice creeping out of your speaker and latching onto your skin, "can you open the door for me?"
your eyes widened, neck snapping immediately to the main door of your apartment. even through your bleary vision, you could suddenly see everything so crystal clear, "y-you're outside..?"
"yeah." and you could imagine him standing there — waiting for you to make a reckless decision. his voice was somber when he spoke up again, "been waiting for a while."
and despite knowing better, despite knowing yoichi isagi was your biggest mistake, your feet moved to the door in a steady pitter-patter. standing in front of the wooden barricade, you gulped, trying to soothe your suddenly parched throat, "seriously?"
"yeah."
he knew you so well that it was sickening. did he know that you would open when he came? did he know you'd be ready to let him in? did he know that you'd utter, "this is a mistake."
and who were you exactly saying that to? to him, or to yourself? or any deity above that would listen and knock some sense into you?
your tongue thickened in your mouth, and yet, your fingers dragged themselves to the doorknob to unlock it. bracing yourself to see the pro-player, you repeated, "this is a fuckin' mist—"
"—take." your eyes rolled back, nonsense babbling on the tip of your tongue as isagi thumbed your clit with familiar ease.
the bouquet he had brought for you laid forgotten on your living room table, the soda you had brought for him as a formality now left half-drunk on the same table.
"it is— it's a mistake." you were on like a record — repeating the same sentence over 'n over again, so what was isagi yoichi to do except kiss your stupid lips shut and coo, "i know baby, i know."
and yet, despite both of you knowing fully well just what a catastrophic idea this was, isagi was guiding his glinting mushroom tip to your drenched opening, fluttering for him all-too-easily.
"god," isagi pulled you impossibly closer, his heated skin against yours in a frenzied dance, shifting on the couch such that you could easily straddle him and sink your velvety heat to take him whole. pulling you in again by your neck, the pro-player kissed you till he could recall the taste of you instead of the rot that plagued him.
he rambled against your pout, "'ve mmph— missed ya."
"ichi, miss-ed you too." you kissed him back, your tongue against him so terribly fitting.
he kissed down the column of your throat, and you squirmed at the forbidden contact. his hands wandered the sensitive skin — pinching your soft nipples, kneading the plush fat, and kissing down bruises on your chest and throat like he had never even left for a second. slowly, his cock buried deep within your fluttering, warm cunt.
as he bottomed out, your muscles spasmed against his length — clawing at the achy cock somewhat pathetically.
isagi laughed, the action more like a content exhale. "so fuckin' clingy... looks like she missed me too, huh?"
snapping his hips up into yours, and guiding your hips down with his broad hands — isagi yoichi effectively fucked you dumb with each deep, slow stroke.
his tip kissed your g-spot, his thumb still playing against your sensitive nub the way he knew you liked. each messy, yet calculated strokes had your cunt drooling onto his lap like she really did miss him.
"yoichi," you threw your head back, digging your nails into his muscled shoulders with an animalistic need, "need you deeper, fuck— please?"
"yeah?" the man grinned, something feral in his actions. in a swift motion, the man had you under him — thrown on the couch like a ragdoll. gripping your legs to hold them wider, isagi yoichi dragged his dick out of your addictive pussy, just to slam it back in again, and again, and again.
what a fucking show. wasn't he insane to leave this?
"ohmygod— fuck s'good." you toes curled, your body on fire with the way your ex-boyfriend was fucking you. the room was just a heavenly symphony of your cries, his skin against yours, and his low groans.
"yeah?" the pro-player panted, bending downwards to catch your lips in another kiss. his lips slotted against yours, both of you drenched and out-of-your mind. and even with none of it making sense, isagi yoichi babbled, "missed ya, missed this pretty pussy."
slamming deeper, the man kept babbling — pussydrunk and far-past-gone, "did you— hah, fucking miss me? miss how i made you cum?"
and when you nodded, the man grabbed your pretty face and forced it into an adorable pout — how did he ever break up with you?
"say it out loud, baby."
your body twisted from within, each cell on fire with the way his tip slammed into your g-spot with each in-and-out of his weeping cock inside you. you nodded, "s'much. missed you s-so much, 'ichi."
"then take me back," the man punctuate each word with a desperate roll of his hips, kissing down every stretch of skin as if it were his final, desolate plea, "c'mon— i was stupid."
"you'd fuuck—" your head lolled backwards, muscles spasming as an orgasm knocked into you and made every ounce of self-preservation turn to mush, "you'd- nghh break my fucking heart again."
"baby, hah," the footballer grinned, something malicious in his eyes, "if i do that, i'll just come fuck you till i fix it, kay?"
──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
★player 02: rin itoshi!
who broke up: him.
reason for breakup: becoming the best striker >>> his own gf.
time taken to break no-contact: three months.
strategy: the spare key method (not recommended.)
"what the fuck?" the latte in your hand almost slipped past your gripped, your eyes narrowing at the man sitting on your couch.
you had barely closed your apartment gate behind you, your keys had just been kept on the door-side table and you had just stepped into the main living room when you eyes fell on that.
what the fuck was that?
"hey," he sounded monotonous — almost bored.
yup, it was your ex-boyfriend in flesh and bone.
"missed me?" itoshi rin mused, satisfied with the expression on your face.
"did you break into my place? stalker." your words pitched higher, and rin rolled his eyes — he was so nonchalant, it pissed you off. he tsked, "i have a spare key, or did you forget?"
he held up a glinting metal key up, and you stared at the man, "it— why're you here? it's been three fucking months—"
"just felt like seeing you." he stood up, crossing his arms against his defined chest as he towered over you, "just came back from a tournament in australia, and... well, i thought i'd see you before i go home."
"right," you scoffed, "came back now that you're done with your fucking game?"
rin inched closer, craning his face down, his teal eyes clashed against yours, "that's not how it is."
"it is." you folded your arms, not giving up on the eye-contact just yet, "and get the fuck out of my house."
"ah," the younger itoshi scoffed, "is this how you speak to guests?"
"guests are invited, you're not." you narrowed your eyes again, jabbing a manicured index in his solar plexus and inching closer, "so get the fuck out, itoshi."
"using the family name, now? that's tragic." but you were quick to bite-back, ready to argue, "only thing tragic here is our relationship."
and that made the man smile, drawing his hand closer, he gently cupped your cheek. the warmth of his palm seemed to be enough to char your skin, but it were his words that twisted your guts into an unimaginably sickening structure, "i missed you, did you?"
"—i hate you," your words were uneven, a mixed symphony of moans and breathy noises.
"mhm." and rin itoshi was never — in the one and half year of you dating — been as much of a patient listener as he was right now. "anything else?"
"is this—" your nails dug into his biceps, eyes clenching shut as you felt his muscles shift under your vice-like grip, "a joke—fuck, t'you?"
"course not," the man hummed, his lips pasting chaste kissed up and down your neck and face, "i just wanna sort this out with you, angel."
"like this?!"
now, you were no idiot. but even if you were, it didn't take an intellectual to figure out rin itoshi's strategy — he had you perched in his lap, his slender digits hastily in-n-out of your warm heat while his other hand held your shuddering thighs aside. and now, in this vulnerable state, he was pretending to be a good boyfriend, who just wanted to 'sort things out'.
sort things out, my ass.
"c'mon," the man slowed his pace down, taking his time in dragging the digits in and out of you as your walls clamped around him and signified your impending unbecoming. pressing a kiss to your jugular, he hummed again, "tell me, what did i do wrong?"
wrong? where do you even begin?
"it was ou-r anniversary," your breath hitched as the man licked a soft stripe down your jaw, "and you literally forgot becau-because of a game."
"but i made up for it later."
"you can't just fuck me to make up for every time you make a mistake!"
oh, at the irony, the pro-player let out a soft laugh, "can't i?"
as if to defend your morals, you squirmed against him, "no."
but all that just prompted him to fasten his pace, tips of his fingers grazing against your sensitive spots with practiced ease. his other hand softly pressed down the fat of your thighs, inching it closer and closer to your heat till he was all but teasing your reddened nub.
"'m sorry." now guiding your face sideways to meet his, he planted a kiss against your angry pout, "you know i'm sorry, i'd be better."
and despite keening into his touch, despite kissing him back just as feverishly, you still moaned out a half-coherent, "liar."
because no matter how drunk the man had you on his fingers and addictive kisses, at the end of the day rin itoshi was the world's best striker, not the world's best boyfriend. and it had taken you long enough to realize that.
"no," the man buried his face in your neck, a desperate plea at the tip of his tongue, "i'd be better, angel. trust me, yeah?"
but his fake, candied promises were so hard to hear with the blood rushing past your ears, and the ache in your limbs as another orgasm pulled out moans of his names past your kiss-bitten lips, "ohmygod, rin 'm cumming—"
"yeah, i can feel you." the man groaned, quickening his pace to lead you to your ruination one stroke at a time, "cum f'me, yeah? yeah, just like that."
as the tremble in your body subsided, and your throat grew drier, you slumped back into his hard chest with rough pants still lining each breath. but the man behind you was unyielding, still softly stroking your overstimulated cunt as the honeydew essence dripped down your body and onto his lap.
"yeah, like that." the younger itoshi hummed as his digits stilled within your plush heat, and he used his thumb to softly pinch your clit — eliciting illicit chants of his name.
"rin, 'm tired." your eyes grew heavy, the lids drooping low with each soft stroke, each wayward kiss planted to your forehead.
"too much? you should rest up." the man behind you seemed so kind, his voice like a soft melody lulling you to sleep. fighting the overbearing exhaustion, the very last thing you heard was a vow.
"you're mine." the raven-head planted another kiss to your forehead, the action so sickly sweet that it felt distant from the rin itoshi.
and despite having no sense of sense, nor of the world around you, you found yourself nodding, complying to each of his whims, "yeah."
"i love you, angel."
"mhm," you snuggled against his chest, the warmth of his body lighting your frigid hide, "love you too, rin."
"good."
your words may/may not haunt you tomorrow morning (when you come to your senses)!
──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
★player 03: oliver aiku!
who broke up: you.
reason for break-up: caught flirting with other girls.
time taken to break no-contact: 2 months, 11 days.
strategy: mid-night mistakes.
ring. ring, rriiiiiiing!
"for fucks sake," you groaned, dragging a hand through your face as you made your way to the door. you shouted, "I'M COMING, HOLD ON!"
but in retrospect, you shouldn't have gone. even if you had gone to the door, you should have checked who it was through the peephole and gone back to sleep. or even if you had opened the door, you should have called him an asshole and closed it on his face. but you didn't do any of that, instead, you opened the door like an idiot.
but how were you not supposed to?! it's not everyday you ex-boyfriend of two months — a notorious play-boy and famous athlete — shows up on your doorstep, right?
despite your heart raging in your chest, you swallowed and steadied your breath. coming face to face with oliver aiku, you gave him a bored look, "what do you want, aiku?"
"hey, ma." the man gave you a charming smile, the kind that nauseated you. you rolled your eyes at the formality, "what?"
"just wanted to check on ya, that okay?"
"i'm okay," you answered mechanically, before attempting to halfway close the door, "thank you for coming by, you can go now."
but the man put up a beefy hand up, halting the door mid-way through, "what's with the rush, pretty?"
"it's 3 in the morning, i have to sleep." you gave him a cashmere smile, "and truth be told, unlike you, i have a job that bears consequences. my boss is gonna be after my ass if i'm late for my meeting tomorrow."
"awh, c'mon." the man laughed, easily pushing the door backwards to swing it further, "aren't you gonna invite me in, ma?"
"no," you strained, still pushing the door back in his face, "i really dont wanna."
the man narrowed his eyes, and in your head you almost found the exchange comical. after much tussle, you sighed, "fine. come in for five minutes. no more that that."
it took oliver aiku exactly 4 mins 42 seconds to extend his stay.
his palm snaked around the back of your throat, the heady taste of whiskey on your tongue as the man kissed you senseless. your hands ran amok amongst the tendrils of his hair, lightly pulling at the strands to kiss him back.
in a second, oliver had your legs wrapped around his waist. easily navigating your apartment, he led you both to the same bedroom that you both had spent countless nights in.
"mmph- asshole," you muttered against his lips, the sentiment of your words lost behind your muffles moans and lewd actions. oliver laughed, the action too intimate when against your mouth, "yeah, i kinda deserve that."
next you knew, you were lying on your stomach as the man behind you deepened the arch with a heavy hand on your back.
"yeah, ma." he groaned, eyes clouded over with lust at the way your sensitive cunt took every generous inch of his so, so easily. the sheen dripped out of one bead at a time, travelling down his curved length all-too-obscene.
"aiku," you huffed into the pillow, "either fuck me properly, or leave."
"tsk," your ex took his time, kneading the fat at your hips slowly and etching this lewd image of yours to his brain, "you talk a lotta shit for someone who's practically dripping all over me."
"hey-" you snapped your head back only for oliver aiku to use the opportunity to slam into your cunt in a swift blow. as he bottomed out, the man hissed, "yeah, she's so good f'me. always so, so accommodating, right?"
and you couldn't fight off the blush as your body welcomed his foreign intrusion, "shut u-p."
"yeah, yeah." the man laughed again, something inherently playful in the way he sunk his fingers against your skin and used it as leverage to pump his achy cock into your pliant cunt over and over again.
"a-aiku, fuck-" your breath hitched, fists grasping the sheets weakly as he hit the bullseye with each calculated stroke. and all your broken whines went straight to his dick. the man goaded, "say, ma. anyone else got you feelin' this way? anyone else got you drooling his name into your sheets?"
"d-don't get cocky." you grumbled, but the words fell flat with the way your body reacted to each one of his experienced touches, "i don't go 'round fu-fucking people day 'n night."
"weird way, hah, of admitting you've been holding out f'me."
"oh my god," and if it weren't for the fact that your limbs had been rendered useless by his inhumane strokes, you would have slapped him.
how did you ever tolerate him?!
but with his hand snaking down around your waist, and softly tugging at your nipples in time with each delicate stroke, you were reminded of how you tolerated him.
"say," his voice was hot 'n heavy next to your ear, "d'you miss me?"
"no—"
"cute." the man cut you off, tugging at the pert bud as he licked a stripe down your throat. his hot breath fanned across your goosebumpish skin, "you're real cute, y'know ma?"
and those honeyed words only made you squirm harder, made you rut your core against his cock in needy jolts, "god, shut up, aiku!"
"mhm," the man grinned, dragging his cock in and out of you in slow, constant strokes, "my girl's so feisty, huh?"
you found yourself biting back, "not your fuckin' girl."
"i know," he cooed, pulling your cheeks into a pout and pulling it to the side to kiss you, "not right now, not yet."
"mmph— not ever!" your words squished together much like your cheeks and oliver cooed at the adorable expression, "s'cute. i'm sorry i left. i know you missed me."
and despite the constant strokes into your quivering heat, you found your lash-line thick with unresolved tears, "i- don't miss you, you nghh— ah, prick!"
"but i did," the kiss against your cheek was too soft, a striking contrast to his blinding rams into your destitute pussy. oliver sighed, his hips snapping against yours all-the-same even while he peppered kisses against your perspired skin, "i missed you, doll."
and despite knowing it was probably his line for all of his fuck-buddies, your eyes glossed over, "re-really?"
"so much." the man softly caressed your skin, running his rugged palm over the smooth surface slowly, "i couldn't be without you."
"b-but after 2 months?" your lips wobbled, the words coming by harder and harder, "it took you— shit, so fuckin' long..?"
"but i'm here right now, hm?" he hummed softly, slowing his pace down just to torture you for longer, "and that's all that matters, right, ma?"
and how could you disagree with how he was sloppily kissing each part of you, like he actually wanted you back. you nodded, in a daze, "uh— yeah."
guess oliver aiku got his girl back! and guess you gotta miss that meeting tomorrow anyways!
──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
★player 04: sae itoshi!
who broke up: you.
reason for break-up: not emotionally invested in the relationship.
time taken to break no-contact: 6 months, 13 days.
strategy: keeping tabs never hurt.
"s-sae?" your breath hitched, eyes widening as the man sitting at the edge of your hotel room turned out to be your oddly familiar ex.
"hello, there."
seriously, hello there?! that's what he's gonna say after turning up back into your life after been gone six months? you knew sae itoshi sometimes had the EQ of a sock puppet, but this was a new low — even by his standards.
steeling your voice, you crossed your arms, "why're you in my room?"
"i saw you at the bar downstairs, and realized it was a wicked coincidence we were both at the same hotel."
at his flat explanation, you pursed your lips, "so, then you broke into my room?"
"no," sae held up a key card, "i actually ended up borrowing it from another man to get in. you may remember him; tall, brown hair, tanned skin. totally opposite of me, i wonder if that's your type now."
your mouth grew dry in wicked realization that sae itoshi was currently describing the man you had flirted with hours prior at the bar. he was kind, sweet-enough, and six months of self-induced celibacy had iron-willed you to give him a spare key to your hotel room.
but now, here sat your ex-boyfriend. your ex-boyfriend who had no respect for his own girlfriend's emotions — like some stupid thirteen year old!
you fisted your palms and drew a steady breath in, "what do you want?"
"nothing much," sae itoshi slumped back on the bed, "just came to check for myself if your preferences have changed so drastically?"
"what's it to you if they have, or if they haven't?"
"you decide to be with a guy after six months," sae droned on, "and he happens to be a complete opposite of me. what does that say?"
"i—" you held your breath, "how do you know if it's the first guy i've seen— are you keeping tabs on me?!"
and the answer that came was swift, "yes."
"sae!" you couldn't help but let out a laugh — not that it was funny, but it was unbelievable. your ex was keeping tabs on you! (professional, rich-people speak for stalking, basically.)
"what?" sae gave you the slyest of smiles, "just wanted to remind you of your actual taste in men."
"sae—" your voice dragged on, but it was of no use. the words fell upon deaf ears as the pro-player flattened his tongue against your shuddering nub. your grasped his reddish locks in handfuls and tugged, "this is— stop!"
"mhm," the man hummed against your core, however his tongue never once halted. the sultry muscle placed kitten-licks against your hot core.
"saee," you dragged the monosyllabic name, trying to push the man away from your overstimulated cunt with weak shoves, "i-jus' get, g-get away!"
the man raised his face to catch a glimpse of yours. his downturned eyes regarded you with utter boredom even with your essence coating his lips and chin, covering them in a forbidden sheen, "what?"
"i-" your voice trembled, courtesy of non-stop onslaught of orgasms at the tip of his fingers and tongue. you heaved, your bleary gaze trained on his face, "w-what do you want me to do? never, haah never see another fucking man again?"
you gulped, "you're just gon-na stalk me forever, sae?"
"tch," the man tsked as if it were a mere inconvenience — like being out of milk, "forever is a strong word."
"what does that—" your breath hitched as the man brought the calloused pad of his thumb against cunt. rubbing it down — up 'n down, and then down 'n up in slow, precise motions. you felt your mouth grow drier, but you persevered, "what d'you mean?"
"i just think you deserve the best, don't you?" sae hummed, his usually calm demeanor up for display. "and i don't think that piece of shit was best for you."
"you don't get to decide," you felt his hot breath against your drenched core and shuddered, "i-if he was good f'me or not. you don't."
"oh," the man wiped his lips with the back of his hand, covering his milky skin with the divine essence. climbing upwards, he stalked over you like a predator.
one finger under your jaw, and sae itoshi hooked it to pull your reddened face closer to his, "i know i don't get to decide but i don't want my pretty girl to be hurt."
but you didn't back down. meeting his icy gaze with your own, you all but spat the words right back in his pretty face, "not your girl, and you don't get to fuckin' decide."
"tch," and despite his words, the slightest of smiles tugged at his rosy lips, "looks like i gotta remind you after all, remind you that you're mine, yeah?"
"sae—" you tried to protest but the man had you flipped on your belly in an instant, slipping his erection past your feeble resistance even faster.
thwap! his skin collided against yours and you groaned, "god, sae... th-this is unfair—!"
"unfair how?" the man grabbed you by the nape, harshly raising your face just so he could smother kisses against your jaw, "just reminding you what my girl forgot."
"y-you're not— shut up. we're done. broken-up."
"oh?" and the redhead genuinely laughed out, something so breathy and airy yet it lit your skin alive, "right. broken-up."
and then, sae itoshi actually laughed. picking up the pace, he grinned, " well, looks like i just gotta win my girl back then. right, pretty?"
lucky for you, sae had endless patience to remind you, and even a more endless stamina.
──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
★player 05: michael kaiser!
who broke up: him.
reason for break-up: he was bored.
time taken to break no-contact: 3 days.
strategy: the break-up doesn't mean you can't have sex, right?
"no fucking way."
those were the first words you had uttered when your ex had shown up to the same bar you had gone out to. his blonde hair caught the neon overhead lights in their strands, and he easily towered over the masses — oh, that fucking asshole.
"hey," michael kaiser just grinned, flaunting a painfully boyish grin as he approached you with a glass full of whiskey, "what're you up to?"
"seriously? fuck off, kaiser." you all but shoved him, knocking over the two glasses from his loose grip as you decided to walk past him.
but what was michael kaiser if not a difficult man? trailing after you, he hummed as if your action was nothing out of the norm. laughing, he kept following you as you weaved through the enthusiastic crowd, "what? still mad at me?"
"m-mad at you?!" you spluttered, suddenly halting to look back at the pro-player, "you broke up with me two days ago, and you're asking me—?"
"oh you can't be mad about that, baby."
and sure, with how often you two broke up and got back together, this was nothing out of the ordinary. but you had had enough of him — enough of his games, his cocky attitude, his need to throw you out like some disposable doll.
"but this was final." you argued, "we are done this time, kaiser."
but kaiser just grinned, grabbing your wrist in his broad palm, he tugged you closer. his canines glinted in the dim lighting, his hot breath fanning so intimately against your ear, "y'know, i have access to the private lounge. maybe we should sit down and have a proper chat, eh?"
the man didn't wait for your reply, instead happily dragging you to a door towards the back of the bar. in an instant, you two were in what appeared to be a... sex room of sorts.
"you wanna talk here?" and your ex-boyfriend shrugged, "sets the atmosphere quite nice, doesn't it?"
sure, since you straddled his lap and moved your hips up and down — your greedy pussy gobbling each generous inch of his, it did set up the atmosphere pretty nice.
"you argue too much." kaiser nipped at your bottom lip, bringing up one hand to roll your nipple and tug on at it as he pleased as you found yourself being filled by his length.
"ah not my fault y-you're such an annoying man." you clenched your eyes, steadying your palms against his muscles shoulders. the muscle underneath flexed and relaxed as kaiser rolled his hips languidly — taking his time to slowly pace out mindless strokes as you both kept arguing.
"if i'm that annoying, why're you literally on my dick right now?"
"it's only cause of this dick," you snapped despite meeting his lewd grinds with your own mindless thrusts, "that i can handle your annoying fuckin— personality!"
kaiser licked a stripe up to your lips, and you groaned at his primal actions, "you're disgusting—"
"—you're tasty." he argued back, thoroughly amused with the situation you two found yourself into, "that's the only reason i can bear you either."
"we-well no need to bear with me." you wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing your face closer to his such that your lips ghosted his, "there's a-ah million girls who'd looove to fuck you."
and kaiser pulled you in closer, till your chest was slammed against his and till your breath and his was synced, "none of them are you, though."
and sure, maybe you should have fawned at this statement. coming from kaiser, this was practically a declaration of love. but the kind of love michael kaiser had to offer was akin to drinking a neat shot of poison.
and turns out, you loved the taste of poison, you loved the slow death.
pressing your lips to his, his tongue explored your mouth — mapping out the paths in familiar, sloppy kisses. using one broad hand to steady you on the small of your back, the other went to pinch the hood of your clit.
"m-michael," you whined, head all but lolling back at his harsh administrations, "slower."
but michael kaiser loved to defy you. so, instead, the man rammed the tip of his weeping cock deep within your snug cunt. his essence smeared against your g-spot, "f-fuck you're so nghh- hah deep~!"
"feel good?" the man asked, smugness dripping off of each syllable much like the sweat off of his pale skin, "i know it feels fuckin' good. whore. always comes crawling back to me."
"y-you came to me," you kissed him again, fisting his blonde locks tightly to tug on them, "so, who's the whore?"
"hah, don't say that." the man tilted his head back, exposing his neck to you for easy access, "you know i like it."
digging your canines into his soft flesh, the man against you shuddered. a soft moan on his plump lips and he thrust into you particularly hard, "shiiit."
soothing the skin with a chaste kiss, you hummed against his milky skin, "just so y'know, we're still broken up."
"hah, so we're down for sex things? that's fine—!"
"no," you glared at your ex, "it's just—" and just like that, kaiser raised the tempo. his pelvis collided against yours — the sound of skin on skin so obscenely loud, "kaiser!"
"no what?" the man panted, offering you as much resistance to not let you speak, not let you lay out the terms and conditions of your much screwed relationship.
"n-no," you bit your lip, trying to steady your faltering syllables, "we're nothing. i-if you fuckin' contact me again, i'll kill- shit, kai-ser."
"kill me?" the man held you tighter, training his forehead against yours, "that's hot."
"fuck off."
"doing just that."
god, he was insufferable! and god, you knew you'd be back together before the sunrise... because michael kaiser was the world's prettiest poison, and you were a masochist on the path to death.
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★player 06: yukimiya kenyu!
who broke up: you.
reason of break-up: stopped paying attention to you.
time taken to break no-contact: 3 months.
strategy: sugar, spice 'n everything nice.
"yukimiya, stop it." you hissed over the phone. gripping the metallic device harder against your face, your eyes scanned over the fresh rose bouquet at the your doorstep along with a new set of chocolates.
"what are you talking about?" the man on the other end feigned innocence, and you balled your fists, "i know it's you. you have to stop sending me this stuff. we're not together anymore."
"i—" your ex-boyfriend sighed, "i know that."
"no, it doesn't seem like you do! you never did this when we were together, so, why now?" you craned your face back into your living room. scanning through the room, at one corner, you recognized the pile of flowers and chocolates — all by yukki, all sent within a span of three months, all untouched.
rubbing the lines on your forehead, you tried talking gently, "we're done, yukimiya. you need to stop sending me these- these flowers and these chocolates. they're just collecting dust at my house."
"but you like those chocolates—"
"—you're not my boyfriend anymore, yukki." you winced at the nickname, "i- i mean yukimiya..."
"fine, i'll- uh, i'll come take those back?" the man softly asked, "be over in like 15, yeah?"
"okay," you nodded, "but no staying over. in and out, as quick as possible." beep.
'in and out, as quick as possible' girl, you lowkey walked into this situation.
"fuck, harder—" yukimiya stretched your thighs, the sinful stretch of the muscle enough to dot your lashline with thick tears, "yukki, pl-please."
his glasses fogged up, innocent, usually-gentlemanly face drawn into a lewd expression as his dick stretched you out with each gratuitous pound. yukimiya kenyu licked his lips, his broad hands manhandling your pliant body so that each of his rams reaches the deepest parts of your womb.
he huffed, such a soft expression on his face despite the mean, mean way he was fucking into you, "what's wrong, darling?"
whats wrong?! probably the fact that your ex was re-arranging your guts one stroke at a time.
"i-it's too much," you whined, your body overstimulated from the previous orgasms, "i can't, can't- yukki—!"
"yeah," the man stretched your thighs next to your face, pushing your body down with his own body weight to come plant a sloppy kiss to your kiss-bitten lips, "keep calling me that, love."
he hummed against you, his body pressing down on yours till you could feel each muscle, each bone and ridge press so deliciously intimately against yours. you groaned, eyes all but rolling back at the constant thwap! thwap! thwap! of his pelvis against yours.
"c'mon," the man pleaded, his voice so hoarse against your soft lips, "say my name."
"y-yukki," you chanted, "yukki, fu-fuck yukki. keep— keep fucki-nghh me—"
and the man smiled, his face slotted in the crook of neck. kissing the perspired skin, he hummed, "miss me?"
and the way his tip rammed into your g-spot while he bit new marks onto your supple skin rendered any of your thoughts useless. mindlessly nodding, you almost drooled out, "ye-sh, s'much..?"
now parting your thighs sideways just to see your pussy gulp up his heavy cock greedily, yukimiya tutted, "why'd you not take any of the flowers then? stupid girl."
"i-" you met his hard gaze and shuddered. the man above you wasn't the sweet boy who loved you, no that was a beast — a beast who needed you back.
"say." he licked your thigh, his tongue so warm against your trembling skin, "should've taken it back, right?"
you nodded, hypnotized by his tone, "y-yeah, should've yukki."
"anndd," he dragged the words much like he dragged his appendage out of your addictive, syrupy cunt, "should take me back too, right?"
"b-but yukki—" you tried to resist but the man had a broad palm against your lips, holding your words hostage inside your own body. he shushed you, "shh, you're not thinking ahh— straight. you wanna take me back, i know it."
"mmph— yuuuki—" you chanted against his palm but it was of no use. the sound of his skin slapping against yours and your eventual moans were so, so much louder than any of your futile protests.
once, he was sure you were shut up. he softly removed the hand, now placing open-mouthed kisses against your jaw and lips, "if you didn;'t want me back, you wouldn't have kept all those bouquets, right?" he laughed, his sweat dropping onto your porcelain skin, "wouldn't have let me back into your house— in your sweet, sweet cunt, yeah?"
and you nodded, "yeah, yukki."
"good girl," he groaned, "i'd be a good boyfriend. just for you, darling."
questionable statement. but who were you to question him in your current state?
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★player 06: karasu tabito!
who broke up: you.
reason of break-up: flirted with girls while gone for a championship (otoya's advice.)
time taken to break no-contact: 7 months.
strategy: blame otoya (and get away with it.)
"karasu?" your brows furrowed at the man standing in front of your apartment. you felt sick — your chest thundering and head heavy. att you door stood your ex seemingly drunk— seemingly? no, he was definitely drunk.
his eyes were bloodshot, barely held open as he swayed at your door.
and karasu tabito gave you a delirious smile, "hey, babe."
babe? he had some fucking nerve calling you babe and showing up at your door at fucking 2 in the night. seven months, no contact, and the bastard has the audacity to call you babe right now?
"did i-" he slurred, walking past you and into your living room, "did i bother ya? you w-ere sleeping..?"
you huffed, but closed the door behind yourself, "n... yeah, i was. what do you want, karasu?"
"don't do that." he met your eyes with his bloodshot ones, "don't say my name s-so mean."
"how'd you rather i said it, karasu?" you folded your arms, commanding yourself to hold as much anger as you could in your comprehensible words, "we've been broken up, and you show up now."
but the man was focused on the first half, "i know how i... how i would h-have you rather say my name."
"like how..?"
like this.
"louder." the man behind you husked, his heels digging into your mattress with each loud creeeak! of the bed.
holding your waist with one hand, karasu tabito moved his pelvis upwards to meet your cute pussy in lecherous plaps!
"k-karasu!" you all but writhed against him, your body squirming against his molten hot touches as he rubbed the pad of his other thumb against your sticky clit.
his length was shoved inside you in a mean, frenzied manner and each thrust felt more hurried than the last, more primal, carnal.
karasu huffed against the shell of your ear, his hot breath painting your skin in goosebumps, "been thinking about this for so long, god. you can't imagine."
and before you could rebuke his words, or attack him back, your ex shoved his digits past your plump lips.
instinctively, you sucked at the digits, your tongue slobbering all over his slender fingers.
karasu hissed at the feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around his fingers, "shit," fishing for the back of your mouth, the man grinned when he pulled out the slightest of gags, "sorry— ah, too much for my baby?"
"kar-asu," your voice was hoarse, and karasu planted a sloppy kiss to your shoulder, "yeah, s'much better when you say my name like thaaat, right?"
as if to apologize, he pulled out the fingers — now coated with your slick — and trailed the hand down, down, down to your sensitive chest. tugging the pert buds, he hummed, "'m sorry, i- i am. trust me. otoya is such a fucking bastard—" he rambled on, "trust me baby, I've got no girl anymore. just you, just you."
but he was stumped when your muscles clenched around his curved length so desperately. desolate clamps of muscle against him left the pro-player shuddering, "shit, baby— god, ya cummin'?"
you nodded, too mindfucked to say even the simplest of affirmations to your ex-boyfriend.
and karasu just took your silence as a stroke to his already-inflated ego, now laughing, "yeah, course my girl's cumming." tutting, "awh, did I break you?"
"haah," your eyes glossed over at his repeated thrusts. nothing on your tongue other than his name, "k-rasu, karasu, fuck— karasu—!"
"you're my only girl," the man panted, fastening his strokes against your clit, "y'know that, baby? yeah?"
and despite not believing a word he said, you nodded, "yeah, yeah—"
"my baby's gonna take me back, right?" and you snapped your neck to the side to catch a glimpse of his perspired face, "wh-what?"
"we're together, right?" karasu pleaded, his voice honeyed, "I'm sorry for what i did but I'm better—"
and you were too far-gone to know the heinous intentions behind his candied words. you nodded, "okay, okay."
"no say it," he begged in sordid syllables, "say you're my girl. my only girl."
"i'm yours." you huffed, "yours only."
if you had paid attention, you would have heard an onslaught of pings! from karasu's phone on your nightstand — all from his side-girls.
so much for being his 'only' girl. but well, you didn't know it yet, right?
a/n: NOT PROOFREAD C'MON.
anyways, uh hello i like making nice (mostly nice?) guys kinda insane sometimes. its like soul food okay? /j
changed up my usual roster to feed the kaiser, karasu, yukimiya girlies (please MORE FICS FOR YUKIMIYA ITS DRY HERE.)
anywayss enjoy the filth mwuah mwuah <3
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secondly, i maybe like the last person on earth to come to this unhinged conclusion (maybe its just a silly little intro) but the whole intro references tea and how it almost always spills but never quite does because the other person is there to stop the wreck i.e loid always pours the tea it for anya, anya always misses it and yor, almost reflexively catches it and never lets it spill. basically, at the end of the day, everything is once again intact in the forger household.
i feel like this mimics their dynamics so well.
loid (obviously unknowingly) always reveals the truth behind missions to anya (or more like anya reads his mind without consent and finds out for herself lmaoo), anya then in her all heroic four-year-old wonder decides to save the day and always misses (she tries so hard tho, 10/10 for effort) and then yor, without even knowing the truth pulls through with the rescue (like when they went to the aquarium (?) for a family day out and loid was doing a mission and yk you get it)
like this family- although full of secrets and deceits- always has each others backs even if its for something as silly as spilling tea and catching it in their silly little cups.
OKOK I LOVE THE LITTLE SERIES YOU DID I AM A BIG FAN OF AGAINST NOW HEAR ME OUT WHAT IF YOU DID THE OPPOSITE WHERE LUFFY ZORO AND SANJIS YOUNGER VERISONS WENT TO THE FUTURE AND NOTICED THEIR S/O IS DEAD !! :3 i love your writing btw!!!
girl, too much enthusiasm for wanting someone dead buutt omg thankyou!! im so sorry this took me so long. eitherways, i hope this is somewhat okay 😭🤡
🍒coming back to you ft. monkey d luffy!
"no way! suGEEE!!" the younger boy chirped up, running around the deck. his eyes skimmed over the towering masts and looming sails, "ALL OF THIS IS MINE?"
"yeah, it is" the older man laughed. his hands outstretched to hold the younger boy by the collar of his shirt as if holding a cat by its scruff, "and stop running around, kid. you'd fall on your face-"
"NOOOO. THIS SHIP IS HUGE!" the boy ran and the older man let go reluctantly with a sigh.
yeah, so, 19 year old luffy was on the ship that belonged to 28 year old luffy. nobody knows how he got her, nobody can be bothered because the miniature version was currently running around like a fascinated child in an endless meadow.
his starlit eyes ran over the expanse of the expensive wood and impressive sails and in response, his face lit up.
"I forgot how tiny you were" nami sighed nostalgically, elbowing the captain of their ship in his side, "now, look at you. you look like a fucking pine tree."
"ouch-"
"and how energetic." ussop grimaced, "you were loud loud."
"so cute though" robin laughed, standing next to frankie, as she looked at the young boy running around from one point to the next, "it's like watching a dog chase it's own tail."
"ale??" the younger boy accidentally ran into the fishman onboard and looked back at the rest of the crew, "WHO IS THIS? WHO ARE YOU?"
the fishman laughed, a hearty roar that rumbled through the ship, "i'm jinbe, i'm part of your crew"
"you are?" younger luffy looked back at the current king of the pirates, "A FISHMAN?? SUGEEEE!!"
once the younger boy had ran to his hearts content, nami had — by some god's grace —convinced him to take a teeny, tinsy, little break. so, the entire crew had decided to sit down at the dinner table inside while sanji whipped up something to soothe the younger man's rather loudly grumbling stomach.
"ya like the ship?" zoro asked mindlessly and luffy almost jumped up, ready to go on 'nother detour, "YES ITS SO COOL."
"alright, kid, stay seated in one place. you're gonna sprain your ankle or something." chopper quipped up, quickly wincing afterwards as he realized he just called his captain 'kid' but well, chopper was a decade older aswell, was he not?
"how can i strain anything tho? i'm a rubber man." the older version asked sincerely and nami groaned, "don't enable your younger version by making up excuses, idiot."
although the chatter continued and turned into friendly-fire between the members of the crew, the wide-eyed boy seemed to be too distracted, constantly looking around.
"what's wrong kid?" sanji asked from the kitchen island, taking note of his jittery movements, "something up with you?"
luffy gave a big grin, looking around one last time, "oh, i am just waiting for her to show up. is she in the bathroom?"
oh? you..?
the crew fell silent. the chatter that was so lively just a second ago seemed to die in their throats — slit up way before it's time. one gulped, while the other averted his gaze from the younger captain. carefully, one after the other, all the adults looked away from the young teen so as to not tip him off.
"where is she?" the younger version asked, staring at the crew in curious confusion but the crew stayed unyielding — their gazes avoiding him like he was the plague and they were a medieval peasant.
"uh, luffy,,," nami cleared her throat, starting slowly. she raised her eyes, swallowing thickly before looking around the dinner table. and through her bunched eyebrows and wobbling lips, she seemed to plead for help, for back-up. but all in vain.
finally, taking in everyone's avoidant gazes, she finally looked at the teen, "um- y'know she's not here."
"huh??" luffy pouted, crossing his arms in retaliation, "she left the crew? that's so mean!"
"no, luffy." ussop tried next as nami gave up and slumped against her chair. the sniper's voice was devoid of any lightness as he spared their older captain a glance, "not... not like that."
"she's out on tour? without us?" he unwrapped his hands, leaning forward. his eyes were lit ablaze with curio and the crews' stomach churned with discomfort.
"no-"
"it's..." despite being the worst at words, the swordsman tried next. but soon realizing his shortcomings, his eyes shot to the cook — the same cook who seemed to be too focused on the simmer of his stew, "it's... different, luffy."
"different how—"
"—she's dead, kid." the older strawhat finally snapped, being the only one who could seemingly meet the younger luffy's eyes. he repeated emotionlessly, offering nothing but the cold, harsh truth in two neat punches, "she's dead, okay?"
"wh- what?" the teen laughed, slowly slumping backwards with wide-eyes, "what are you talkin' about? that's... that's my friend, of course she's not— she's not dead."
"luff-" zoro had just started when the older captain got up. the chair scratched against the wood underneath in a way that turned the crew's skin over, left them with a sudden ache in their sodden muscles.
"luffy, the dinner—"
"later."
"l-luffy..."
"later."
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the air was cool and humid, as it often was on such dark nights. the ship swayed with the shallow waves and the king of the pirates stood atop the sturdy wood of the crow's nest. a sigh escaped him and he slumped against the railing. his deft fingers pushed his midnight curls aside and carefully took off his hat.
of course, his younger version was gonna ask this question. he was aware of it as soon as the younger gremlin had materialized... why, then, in god's name did he snap at the boy?
"hey, old man." the sound of skin slapping against wood echoed as the young kid propelled himself next to the captain.
the old man rested his hat against his face, finding comfort in the scratchy knit of straws and thread, "yeah?"
"is she actually dead?"
god, again?
despite the steady tick in his jaw, the older man kept his cool. exhaling through his nose, he pushed his face tighter against his hat till he could feel light imprints being tattooed on his face. but how long could the captain hide behind the silence?
finally succumbing, he took a deep breath, defeated, "yeah, she is."
"how did it happen?"
the king of the pirates took off the strawhat, letting the cold air play bashfully with his textured skin. his eyes were closed and in front of the dark curtains played the exact clip of when he had found you on the field with hands over your bloodied stomach.
his throat felt scratchy as if he was screaming the same way he had back then. his fingers shook against the railing as if your body weight was balanced on his deft fingers again. his body tensed up as if he was running to get you back to chopper.
a bony hand lay atop his own calloused one. for a second, the captain could pretend it was your hand. so much smaller than his, almost fragile. but the young boy snapped the captain out of his hellish day-dreams, "don't tell me if you can't."
the duo stood in silence, waiting as if who was courageous enough to cut through the thick layer of imaginary tar between their figures.
the youngling spoke again, "could we have saved her?"
"i-" the man with grey peppered in his hair sighed. he knew the answer to this question like he knew the number of lower eyelashes on your right eye. he thought of this question every night, lamenting whether he could have done anything differently, anything that meant he got to sit beside you one more time and told you how his day went, or had you pull at his cheek, or anything. fuck, god, anything.
could he have bargained his life for yours? yes. his was pathetically lonesome without you anyways.
"i think so." the older man finally admitted, "had i not let her go out of my line of vision... h-had i stopped her, kept her by my side—"
"so, no?" younger luffy gave a soft smile, "we couldn't have done anything?"
the aged captain looked at his younger self in disbelief, "did you hear what i just said? i could have stopped— i could have saved her."
"yeah, that's why we couldn't have saved her." he gave the older man a boyish, gummy smile, "you know her. she hated being told what to do. even if you had begged her to stay by your side, she would have flipped you off and gone off to do her own thing."
so what? the captain wanted to scream, i could have had her.
but the younger boy didn't entertain any thoughts, instead continuing his ramblings, "and... honestly, she would have been mad that you were doubting her abilities as a fighter if you kept a look over her as if she were a child."
"but—" there were so many buts the king of the pirates knew.
but he could have saved you, if he had tried hard enough.
but he could have saved you, had he ran faster.
but he could have saved you, had he not let you out of his sight.
but he could have heard you, heard your last words to him, had his heart not had been thumping so loudly and the blood hadn't been roaring through his ears.
"no buts. we couldn't have done anything." the kid punctuated firmly, tucking his arms against his chest, "trust me."
"i- i never even heard her last words." the man finally admitted, "i was so panicked that i just couldn't. i couldn't. what did she say? i... i don't even know."
"is that why you feel so guilty?"
"maybe. yes." the man sighed miserably, "sometimes i wonder if she blames me even beyond her death."
the younger version of the captain passed him a slow smile, "i am sure she would never blame you, she isn't like that."
the older man couldn't help but nod along in defeat, "i guess she isn't."
"if it helps... i can do something for you." the child said carefully, "i don't think i can change what will happen. but, i promise you i'd love her hard enough for both of us, yeah?"
and the older man couldn't help but laugh. the sound came from somewhere deep within, somewhere that had been locked away in his body the day he lost you. "i think i'd like that, kid."
the younger boy nodded. he was about to stretch his arms, ready to go down and hang out with the rest of the crew but he have the older man one last, lingering look, "i promise."
the older man just nodded, a faint smile stretching across his lips. before he could react, the younger boy shot downwards but not before saying, "go eat your dinner now— OR I WILL HAH!"
and the king of the pirates just stayed on the crow's nest, unmoving. after so long, the wind didn't feel like a harsh slap against his face, the stars didn't seem to scorn him — after so long, he managed to smile while standing utterly alone; no masks, no crew, nothing but you and your haunting memories.
he knew he'd love you all his life, in every iteration, in every universe, in every wretched timeline, no matter the outcome. it didn't matter if he never saw you again because for a brief moment in this cosmos, he was yours and you were his.
he would love you even if it ended with his heart out on the stake each time. because there's no other way he could turn out, because there's no other way monkey d. luffy knew how to live.
could he have bargained his life for yours? no, that's not how it worked. but he could love you before you went, right?
younger luffy promised, after all.
a/n: okay, so, i wrote this a loooong back. i don't know if it's angsty enough but i sure hope so, and omg my writing style has changed. i write a lot more monologues and stuff now it feels like but nonethless here we go <3
i will be posting zoro's and sanji's soon!
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