Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.
Fic Warnings: DARK AU, noncon/dubcon, stalking, coercion, threats, gaslighting, inner turmoil, violence, creepy and unhinged behavior, flashback, possessiveness, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.
Fic Status: Ongoing with tentative updates every other Sunday.
A/N: Club owner!Bucky obsessed with you wouldn't leave my brain and now we have this! Hope you lovelies enjoy! ❤️ Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo and divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Summary: Y/N, a gifted Force-sensitive student at Luke Skywalker’s academy, struggling to control a rare power called “The Voice.” Their bond with Ben Solo deepens as they explore their abilities, but a dangerous confrontation reveals Ben’s darker tendencies and Y/N’s growing dominance.
Years later, Y/N is part of the Bene Gesserit sisterhood, having mastered her powers. When Supreme Leader Kylo Ren arrives, specifically requesting Y/N, their shared past resurfaces, setting the stage for a fateful and powerful reunion.
Warnings: Dark chapter/ Intro, Bullying, Eventually this is have smut but it will be tagged as so/ Slowburn/ y/n is a bit prideful but every woman should be/female reader pronouns/ A/N at end
Word Count: 1954
Flashback: Planet Ossus
You were in the quietness of space now. Your eyes closed, and you felt your soul within the low, pulsating heartbeat of the Force. Your senses heightened—picking up the shuffle of birds and the shifting blades of grass. This was your solace, a small hideaway from the other students, who you knew were secondary in Luke’s Academy. Except for one student: Ben.
You knew something had changed in you, and you were certain it wasn’t just puberty. You felt it the day you met Luke and his nephew Ben on your lush, oceanic home planet of Pelagora. Something cracked in your psyche a month after settling in—something even Ben couldn’t understand.
But little did you know, you could use it. Hone it.
“Y/N!” Ben’s voice pierced the silence, jolting you out of your trance.
A heavy sigh left you as Ben’s footsteps approached. You were introverted by nature, and since Ben was the only boy in the academy who was only two years older than you. The two of you had become friends through Force proximity.
“Y/N—” he paused, seeing you in the soft glow of the sunlight. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“Mh, and now you’ve found me,” you said, shifting your legs.
Your eyes went to the books he carried under his arm with a spark of excitement. “Did you find anything?”
Ben’s lanky legs folded as he sat beside you, pulling out a leather-bound book. “Not much, but it’s something. From what I’ve researched, it’s a rare gift—one that very few possess. By ‘people,’ I mean women.”
You took the book from him and opened to the page Ben had marked for you. Your eyes scanned over the text, mumbling a few words.
“Bene Gesserit,” you read faintly, your hand going to your neck. “Are they Nightsisters or something?”
“No, they’re a secret organization, almost like us, except it’s only women,” Ben explained with a shrug. “They have all kinds of cool abilities, including the one you have.”
Ben’s eyes drifted to your profile as you read over the page again. Reverence flickered in his gaze as he watched your lips silently form the words.
“The Voice,” you read aloud at the bottom of the page.
You felt a hint of resolution, but it was cut short as you turned the page to find it blank—or, rather, ripped out.
“What? Where’s the rest of it?” you asked, skimming through the book.
Ben sighed and took the book from your hands, his slender fingers grazing yours. “That’s all I could find. I searched everywhere, even sneaking into Luke’s study. Sorry, Y/N.”
Your lips pressed into a thin line as his words faded into defeat. You wanted to understand this gift—this power. It set you apart from the others, possibly even from Luke. You got up, pacing slightly as you glanced back at the book.
“Do you think he ripped out the pages?” you asked, pausing mid-step.
Ben’s eyes snapped to you, one brow raised. “What? Why would he?”
“To keep it hidden. You said you had to sneak into his study, right?” you questioned, kneeling in front of him. “Luke only keeps important things in there. If your uncle ripped it out, it means he didn’t want anyone to find it.”
Ben hesitated, his posture stiffening under your scrutiny. You knew he could sense your longing for control over your abilities. Even if he wouldn’t admit it, you knew he’d help. He always did.
“My uncle has been acting differently lately...” Ben pondered, crossing his arms and creasing his forehead.
You shrugged, glancing around the forest to ensure no one else was near. Luke had been apprehensive lately, and you didn’t need to tap into the Force to feel that something was stirring in the unknown.
Your eyes fell on the smaller book in Ben’s hand, which he suddenly tucked away.
“What’s that?” you asked.
“It’s nothing,” Ben retorted, clutching the book tightly and avoiding your gaze.
You scrutinized him, noting the tension in his posture and the slight gulp in his throat.
“Let me see it,” you demanded.
“Y/N, it’s just my calligraphy book. You’ve seen it before,” he stammered, standing abruptly.
“Your calligraphy book is blue. This one is brown,” you countered firmly. “If it’s nothing, why does it matter?”
Ben’s eyes darkened into a glare as he sneered, “Y/N, it’s just a book. You wanted answers for your so-called gift, and that’s all I could find.”
He moved closer, invading your personal space. An electric pull seemed to spark between you, drawing you both into an unspoken standoff.
A sudden Force pull snatched the book from Ben’s hand, landing it in Khal’s grasp. Khal, a boy who often bullied Ben, grinned as he thumbed through the pages.
“Yeah, come on, Solo. Let’s see what’s in the book,” Khal taunted, standing beside you.
You glared at Khal as he began to read aloud in a mocking tone.
“Y/N and I were training today—” Khal read, attempting to mimic Ben’s voice in an exaggerated mockery.
“Shut up,” Ben cut him off, anger lacing his tone.
“She moves so gracefully and powerfully... Oh no way...” Khal chuckled, continuing to read, “I can’t look away. I don’t know if I want to be her... or want her…”
“Stop it!” Ben shouted, his voice ripping into the air.
Your eyes snapped to Ben, and his gaze met yours in return. You knew it was forbidden for Jedi to form attachments, to have any tether to another. But in that moment, as you both locked eyes, something shifted in Ben’s expression. The mask of anger fell away, revealing vulnerability.
“Ben... I—” you gasped, but Ben’s hand shot out, gripping Khal and lifting him off the ground.
Khal flailed, desperately clawing at Ben’s wrist, but Ben’s face darkened as he held him suspended in the air, his eyes now glowing brighter than before.
“I told you to stop,” Ben warned coldly, his gaze scanning Khal’s terrified face. “I warned you.”
“I-I’m sorry...” Khal gasped, looking up at Ben with pleading eyes. Then he turned to you, “H-help me, Y/N! Make him stop!!”
You stood motionless, unsure whether to step between the two boys. But something clicked inside you as you glanced from Khal to Ben. With a sharp inhale, you tapped into the hidden power—the one that was dangerous, powerful.
“LET HIM GO!” you commanded, feeling the voices swirl in your throat.
Like a marionette, Ben released Khal, dropping him roughly to his feet. Khal scrambled up, stumbling over a fallen stump, his eyes wide with fear.
Ben’s eyes widened in shock and awe as he stared at you. “What did you do??” he asked, his voice laced with both trepidation and veneration. “How?”
You ignored Ben’s question, keeping your gaze fixed on Khal, whose fear was palpable.
“No, please, I won’t tell anyone! I swear I won’t tell Luke or anyone!” Khal pleaded, clinging to the dead wood for support.
Perhaps it was that protectiveness that sparked within you. You remembered finding Ben alone in a room once, his lip split open as he wiped the blood away. He never wanted to talk about it, but you knew... you knew who caused it. You placed a reassuring hand on Ben’s forearm—a small, silent understanding between you two. Your eyes locked onto Khal’s.
Taking a deep breath, you tapped into the power once more. “KNEEL.”
Without hesitation, Khal sank to his knees, trembling in his sweat-soaked clothes. Ben’s gaze shifted from the scene to you, filled with awe. He’d heard voices in his dreams, but this voice was different—ancient.
You spoke again, your voice carrying a dangerous authority, “BREAK YOUR THUMB."
A loud snap echoed through the forest, followed by a sharp, agonized cry.
Present Day, Planet: Rossak
You observed the younger Bene Gesserit training, watching them move with their blunt knives. You kept your focus on a few who showed potential, making mental notes to report to your superiors. There was a slight sense of pride in knowing you had mentored a few of them. They had also become your whisperers, reporting on the life you had left behind.
But there was nothing to be found.
A sigh escaped you as you pulled your gaze away, shifting your focus to the trainees. The hushed voices around you grew quieter as you entered the study, where your fellow sisters awaited. The familiar scent of ink and parchment reminded you of the academy—its large bookcases and the sense of peace it once gave you. But as you settled into the space, something shifted. A subtle ripple in the waters of your mind.
You stopped, a wave of nostalgia washing over you. A quiet tug. A whisper. The voice that carried it froze you in place. Ben’s voice...
A sudden, distant boom above the keep caused some of your sisters to pause in their tasks. One of the younger girls approached the window, looking out with curiosity.
“Lady Y/N...” she called, looking over her shoulder. “Have you ever seen a ship like that?”
You raised an eyebrow, walking over to the window with quiet steps. In the distance, a gunmetal black command shuttle stood, surrounded by a squadron of Finalizers. Standing at attention to receive them was Reverend Mother Gala, her face stoic and unwavering. But what caught your attention was the tall, imposing figure who emerged from the shuttle. His black robes billowed in the rain-tossed wind, giving him an ethereal, almost phantom-like quality. His helmet, obsidian black with silver accents, hid his face, but his body language spoke volumes. He bowed his head to the Reverend Mother before approaching her alone.
Your mind raced in different directions as you tried to piece together the mystery of this masked man.
“He specifically asked for you,” spoke Elder Sister Mya, her brown eyes following you closely as you walked beside her. “The Supreme Leader was very... insistent that it must be you. He refused other, more experienced sisters without a second glance.”
“Did he?” you murmured, glancing over your shoulder as you rubbed your thumb over your knuckle—a nervous habit you tried to break. You could see the troopers moving your boxes carefully toward the command shuttle.
“He knows you, Y/N,” Mya said, her voice soft but firm. “The Reverend Mother has sensed it, and so have I. But you have no idea who he is?”
“I have a few theories, but they’re far-fetched,” you replied, rolling the tension from your shoulders as you braced yourself to meet him.
“Hmm. Regardless, the Bene Gesserit and myself have approved your relocation within the First Order. Having one of our own in that fractured part of space is enough to pinpoint its weaknesses,” Mya continued as you reached the bottom of the stairs. “Remember... we Bene Gesserit do not hope—”
“We plan,” you finished for her.
With a steady, slow exhale, you set your mask of stoicism in place, your veil securely shielding you from the rain that cascaded from your robes. Through the thunder that rumbled across the sky, you heard faint footsteps approaching. Your eyes tracked them, seeing the Supreme Leader draw nearer. His steps echoed in the gray corridor, each one deliberate, imposing.
He was even more monumental up close. His broad shoulders and towering height gave him a predatory grace. He stopped in front of you, allowing you to take him in. His face hidden, but his body language clearly inviting your inspection. It was as if he was silently offering you a form of parity acknowledgment.
Power recognizes power.
A deep, metallic voice emerged from behind the mask, carrying a single, simple word.
“Come.”
A/N: Got inspired by Dune and Dune: Prophecy so I figured why not mix two sci-fi epics together? This will be a multi-chapter fic, please lmk if you'd like to be tagged.
pairing: beelzebub x gn!reader
contents: smut, unprotected sex, tiny bit of choking, pet name (sweets), praise, he bites you once, multiple orgasms, overstim
wordcount: 1k
It’s empty in the kitchen as Beel sits you on the counter before turning to the stove and beginning to make the grilled cheese. You watch his back with curiosity as he flips the sandwich, and the aroma of toast and melted cheese begins to fill the room.
Beelzebub hums to himself before he puts the finished food on a plate and turns to you. You expect him to chow down the whole thing in one bite. After all, that is why you assume he pulled you out of his comfy bed and down to the kitchen.
But instead of doing that, he slots himself between your legs and holds out the grilled cheese in front of you. You raise your brows, eyes shifting between the food and Beel.
“You're not gonna eat that, big guy?” you ask, and Beel shakes his head.
“No. It’s for you,” he replies, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You’re slightly surprised, but you’re never one to turn down a good sandwich, so you slowly take a bite. Beel watches with interest, licking his lips as his eyes gleam red. You chew on the food and almost moan at the taste.
“Mmmm, it’s really good, Beel,” you say. “But why are you making me grilled cheese at 10 p.m.?” you ask before taking another bite. Beel sheepishly smiles before taking a bite himself.
“It’s for energy,” he replies, and you giggle. After all, it’s just a casual Sunday evening. It’s not like you’re going to the gym or anything.
“What do I need energy for?”
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Beelzebub bottoms out, his thick cock stretching your walls to the max as he fucks his cock into you. With your legs on either side of his hips, he practically lays on top of you, pressing you into his mattress. He has one hand on your hip to keep you steady, the other is around your throat, applying light pressure that makes you feel dizzy.
Beel mouths at your jaw, tasting your salty skin, while he leaves breathy moans in your ear that make heat pool in your gut. You claw at his back while he slowly grinds his cock into you in circular motions, his leaky tip pushing at that mushy spot that makes euphoric waves of pleasure course through your body, all the way to your toes.
“You feel so good, sweets,” Beel mutters, giving your cheek a sloppy kiss. He pulls his hips back all the way back till only his tip is enveloped by your gooey insides before he buries himself to the hilt again. “Fuck,” you gasp, arching your back into him as Beel repeats the motion.
“I never want to leave,” Beel mutters, eyes lidded with how drunk he is off your body, your warmth, your taste. “I’d fuck you forever if I could.”
You whine as Beel begins to pick up his pace, fucking you harsher, faster. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, while his hand on your hip grips you tighter, mixing pain with pleasure. “So good for me,” Beelzebub moans, his voice coming out breathier than you’ve ever heard as he pistons his hips into yours, balls slapping against your ass. The familiar knot in your gut begins to tighten as his cock bullies your insides, carving a hole for himself in there. You squeeze your eyes shut, gasping for air as you’re fucked into the mattress.
“I’m gonna come, Beel,” you announce, and you feel his teeth grazing your neck as he continues to fuck you at a ruthless pace. “You’re gonna make me come,” you repeat, and you feel his dick twitch inside of you as he groans into your neck.
“Come on, sweets, wanna feel it. Come for me,” he says. If there’s one thing Beel gets off on, it’s your pleasure. Violet eyes meet yours as he watches your expression. Desperation and hunger mixed in them, quickly turning into satisfaction as you reach your high, sensitive walls clamping down on his length as you come. Your mouth shapes into an o, your liquids spraying Beel’s abdomen as you cry out.
“Fuck, you look-” Beel sounds completely out of breath as he licks his lips and watches your cum glistening on your skin. “So good,” he murmurs, coming down to kiss you as he continues to fuck you. You moan into his mouth, your hips bucking involuntarily, as Beel sucks on your tongue, now focused on reaching his high.
He pulls out before turning you around, gripping your hips, and sliding in again. The new angle makes you feel even fuller as you drool into the pillow beneath you. Beel lays on top of you, chest against your back, as he grinds his hips into you from behind, his tip repeatedly nudging your sweet spot. Your eyes roll back as Beelzebub sinks his teeth into your shoulder, a growl coming from the bottom of his stomach as he comes inside of you, filling you with rows of his cum. He straightens up again, taking a second to admire the new bite mark, before pulling out and watching his cum spill out of you.
Beelzebub feels satisfaction course through him as he turns you around again, coming down to kiss you. You reciprocate, running your fingers through his sweaty hair and pulling it out of his eyes, a delirious giggle leaving you.
“Beel, I think you just rearranged my guts,” you mumble against his lips and Beel hums.
“That’s why you needed energy,” he replies, and you roll your eyes. You gasp when Beel slips inside of your warmth again.
“Beel, what are you…” In a second you’re flipped around, now in Beel’s lap, impaled on his length. “W– wait, I’m not-” you whine at the new position, resting your head on Beel’s shoulder as his hands dig into your hips and he experimentally thrusts up.
“You still have more energy, right?” Beelzebub asks, voice coaxing and sweet as he helps you circle your hips. You close your eyes, biting down on your bottom lip. “You can take more, right?” His drooly tip kisses your sweet spot, throwing all sense out the window as you feel another orgasm on the horizon. Beelzebub kisses your head, pulling you closer.
Big arms wrap around your waist, helping you go up and down, and Beel moans in satisfaction.
Imagine Beel and Mc cuddling,
He is just such a pillow of warmth muscle and fat, that whenever they’re both laying together Mc can’t help but cuddle into him immediately and fall asleep nearly as fast,
Or Mc sitting on beels back when he does push ups, at first Mc is worried about their weight on Beel, despite the fact that no matter what they’re insanely light to Beel. But eventually Mc just takes it as silent bonding time, reading through a comic, book, or magazine, crocheting or drawing or just playing on their phone, occasionally leaning down to give him a little smooth on his neck or shoulder.
Also, hugging Beel is the same deal as Dia lowkey. Whenever Mc hugs him he just always ends up lifting them off the ground slightly in a warm safe hug!!
And I just know getting a hug from Beel would be the most grounding thing in the world. Imagine Mc is extremely anxious and overwhelmed, all day long it’s like they have to beat people off with a stick just to have a second to just be in their thoughts, school work is overwhelming, student council stuff is overwhelming, and- seriously?? Mams and Levi got into another argument?? Jeez, It’s not mc’s job to fix it!! They can be adults and figure it out!!
So eventually they notice Beel and just walk up to him and wrap their warms around his massive torso, he’s confused for a second but can sense something is up, so he leans down and hugs them back. Mc just ends up staying like that for a long time before they feel ok enough to pull away. as if Beel would ever mind of course, he loves them so much and just wants to be there for them, even if he has to sit through being hungry for 30 minutes just to silently comfort them.
“(Y/N), don’t you ever feel jealous seeing Luffy around other girls?” Nami asked as you both explored the new island’s small clothing stores. “Uhh, not really? Or I guess I haven’t really thought about it,” you replied. “Really? I feel like at every new island he always makes a new chick a friend. Doesn’t that bother you at all?” Nami asked. “I don’t know, like I said I never really thought about it like that before. I know how friendly Luffy is, plus I trust him with all my heart,” you smiled. “Well, what if the situation was flipped?” She asked you. “Huh?” you asked. “Do you think Luffy would get jealous if he saw you with a new guy?” She smiled mischievously.
“I don’t like that look in your eyes, Nami…” you trailed off. “What? It’s just a question,” she laughed. “Well then…” you trailed off, stopping in your tracks to really think about it. Would he be jealous? What does a jealous Luffy even look like? “Makes you curious, doesn’t it?” Nami asks, disrupting your thoughts. “W-What does?” You stuttered.
“Oh come on,” she rolled her eyes. “Alright, alright… I mean… I can’t imagine Luffy getting jealous over me being friends with a new guy, but that’s also because I’ve never seen him jealous,” you explained. “Oooh, fun idea!” Nami began. “What if we… make him jealous? Just to see!” She said excitedly. “I don’t know Nami, that sounds like a terrible idea,” you frowned. “What?? It’ll be a small prank, plus what if you’re right. What if he doesn’t even get jealous over it,” Nami smiled. “Still sounds like a terrible idea Nami,” you said as you both continued your journey throughout the island.
You groaned as this is the 50th time Nami has tried to convince you to follow along with her ‘prank’. “Nami I already said no, besides I would hate it if Luffy tried this kind of prank on me. Why would I do it to him?” You asked. “You’re thinking too seriously (Y/N)! Ok, ok… what if we do the smallest prank you can even think of,” Nami said. “What kind of prank?” You sighed, deciding to at least hear your friend out. “What if… oh! What if you…” Nami pulled you in close and whispered the rest of the plan into your ear.
“Ummm… I guess that’s alright,” you said. It doesn’t sound too bad, plus it’s nothing crazy like what Nami had suggested earlier. “Alright then let’s go back to the ship!” Nami grinned and dragged you back to the Sunny.
Later
Once you both arrived back to the ship you began setting your plan in motion. You walked out of the kitchen holding 2 plates, each with a fresh slice of strawberry cake. In an instant your lovable boyfriend popped out of nowhere, “Wow! You made cake (Y/N)? They look amazing,” he drooled. “Mhmm!” You nodded, not wanting to break character. “Who’s the other slice for?” He asked excitedly. “It’s for my favorite person in the whole wide world,” you smiled. “Really?” His \
eyes beamed. “Yep,” you replied. “Yeah, we planned to go eat it at our favorite spot,” you said slowly. “Wait, planned?” He asked, narrowing his eyes.
“Mhmm, Nami and I planned to go eat this on top of Sunny’s head. To watch the sunset together,” you explained and began walking towards Nami.
You finally reached Nami and handed her a plate. “Huh, so I guess he really doesn’t get jealous,” Nami said. “I guess not, but I won’t lie… I was sort of excited to see-“ you stopped yourself. You felt something wrap around your waist, causing you to look down. “His arm?” You asked yourself. “Hey!” You heard Nami call out, you looked up and noticed another hand snatch the plate out of her hands. Before you could say another word you felt yourself being pulled backwards. “Guess we were wrong,” Nami began to laugh.
You looked back to see a red faced Luffy, dragging you back towards him. You were then face to face, “I’m supposed to be your favorite person,” He huffed. “Is that why you dragged me back here?” You smiled. “Yeah! Cause this cake is supposed to be for me and you know Sunny’s head is our spot! So let’s go!” He replied. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, forgive me?” You asked. “Hmmm…” he trailed off. “I’ll give you my slice of cake,” you offered. “Deal! Now let’s go!” Luffy grinned as he dragged you towards your favorite spot.
You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet with his arms crossed, his brow raising as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute. You sit up in your shared bed, then call out to him. “Ryo.”
“Hm.” He doesn’t look up.
“May I ask what you are doing?”
“The little brat is staring,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly. “I am simply staring at her in return.”
Inside of the bassinet, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyes—exactly like her father’s—glitter with interest. You hear her giggle, and you scoff lightly and return your gaze to your book. “She thinks you’re playing a game.”
“I am doing no such thing.”
You flip a page. “Put a hand over your face for a few seconds.” He doesn’t respond, but you know he listens. “M’kay, now lift.” There’s silence for a few seconds, then your daughter bursts into a fit of giggles.
Sukuna rolls his eyes. “I do not understand what is so entertaining about that.” When you look up again, you see that he’s covering his face again, then revealing himself to get the same reaction from the baby.
“It’s called peek-a-boo. It’s a game most babies love to play.”
The little princess babbles as she lifts her arms up, and Sukuna tilts his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
You snicker. “One: You’ll figure out what she’s saying the more you talk with her. Two: She wants you to pick her up.”
He sighs dramatically, then reaches into the bassinet to pick up the small girl. Though she has her father’s eyes, she has your hair, the shape of your nose, and your ears. She also has your fearlessness, because she smiles directly in the face of the king of curses. Now at his eye level, she reaches her arms towards him excitedly. “What is it now, you brat? I’m already carrying you.”
He looks over at you in question, and your smile grows. “She wants to touch your face,” you say.
“Why?”
“Because she’s a baby, and she’s curious.”
Sukuna pulls her closer, and once in range, his daughter lays her tiny hands against his marked face. She giggles more, and you can see his eyes soften. “Hmph. You have your mother’s smile.”
— — — —
The next morning, you walk into the kitchen where you hear Sukuna speaking with someone. When he turns to the side, you see your daughter nestled in the crook of one of his muscular arms, staring up at him as he concluded whatever story he was telling her.
“...At the end of the battle, only I remained. Victory was mine.”
The baby babbles excitedly, and Sukuna scoffs. “Ha, you will do no such thing. How do you expect to join me in battle when you aren’t even a year old, brat?”
Her face scrunches in what looks like annoyance, and she repeats to him what he taught her the night before. “Hmph.”
You burst into laughter, and Sukuna raises a brow at the little girl in his arms. “Great. Your mother’s smile, and her attitude.”
Summary: a short story on Luffy treating reader as wife even though it was pretend luffy is adement it was legit.
“Y/n!” Luffy’s boisterous voice booms across the crowded dock. “What the heck are you doing here?! I missed you!”
Turning around, you see your beloved childhood friend with a wide cheesy smile. His arms sling shot out and begins to pull you into a hug, making any attempted escape impossible. Flying straight into Luffy with a loud ‘oft’. Usually you would be thrown into a foul mood when Luffy would carelessly manhandle you like this. But the joyous occasion of seeing your greatest friend has you in a more forgiving mood. Returning his wide smile, you lean into his hug with a bone crushing one of your own.
“I can’t believe you’re here Stretch! I missed you so much.” You announce leaving the crew somewhat dumbfounded.
“Ah Luffy, aren’t you going to introduce us to this beauty?” Sanji questions, taking your hand and begins to pucker his lips as he lean into your knuckles for a royal smooch.
Before Sanji had the pleasure to kiss your knuckles, Luffy’s thick hand smacks centre into Sanji’s face, pushing him away from your form.
“Don’t kiss my wife!” Luffy announces making his crew drop their jaws at the sudden proclamation.
“Your WHAT?!” They all scream in unison, making you belt an infectious laugh.
“Don’t tell me you’re still telling people that.” But Luffy only stands there with his arms crossed.
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re still my wife after all.” You just about choked.
“Luffy, I’m not your wife and you know it! It was just make believe!” But Luffy just tuned you out like he always did whenever you tried setting the record straight. A red-headed girl you recognised to be Nami from the wanted posters is the first to ask questions.
“Wait, what do you mean? Are you not Luffy’s wife?” As you were about to deny the status of your relationship, Luffy butts in.
“Are you deaf Nami?! I just said Y/n is my wife!” A vein pops straight from Nami’s head.
“I can hear perfectly fine moron!” Luffy begins to whine in pain as Nami pinches harshly at her captains cheeks.
“Soooooo…. Are you going to tell us the story on why Luffy thinks you’re married.” Brook asks sipping his tea.
“Sure, I mean, it’s nothing crazy. Back in the day, Luffy kept bringing me flowers everyday, and one day, just to tease him. Ace and Sabo held a fake wedding at their pirate hangout.” Luffy loudly deny’s any suggestion of the marriage being illegitimate.
“It wasn’t fake! We kissed and everything!” Luffy exclaim which makes you sigh in submission everytime he gets like this.
Sanji takes a long drag of his cigarette, his eyes bulging with an epiphany. “It all makes sense now. You know, I thought you were crazy for flat out rejecting Boa-Hancock, but now it all makes sense. Our captain is loyal to a fault, no matter what.” Luffy just nods as your jaw was left hanging on the ground.
“You denied THE pirate princess over a stupid fake ceremony we held as kids?! I don’t even think I have the will power to deny the pirate princesses advances.” You exclaim in utter surprise. But Luffy merely chuckles at your shocked demeanour.
“You can do whatever you want, it makes no difference to me. But you’re the only one for me.” His words are said so honestly, it was thoughtless. But his words pierced your heart like nothing else.
Franky begins to sob loudly into his elbow. “You guys! That was so sweet, ugh god, I’m so alone!” Robin begins to pat Franky’s shoulder.
“There- there Franky, even if you are lucky enough to to find romance, we all die alone in the end. So there is really no need to be anxious over being alone now, because will still be alone to the bitter end.” Franky jerks away from Robins ‘comfort’.
“Cut-it-out with all that depressing stuff! You’re making me feel worse.” The crew all just laugh.
But you continue to look at Luffy whose laughing hysterically.
Did he always look like that? When did he start looking so masculine? When did he start looking… so appealing? Was he always this attractive? As if feeling your stare, Luffy makes eye contact with you and proceeds to embarrass the living hell out of you.
“Hey Y/n, why are you so red? Are you sick or something.” You begin to blush furiously as Luffy’s hand reaches out to feel your forehead. “Hm, feels normal, are you red because your embarrassed or somethin?” His loud questions only serve to irritate you further at the humiliation.
But you can’t deny your Luffy has always been this stupid.
If you have the means to, tips are always appreciated.
Imagine doing some modeling to make extra cash and Shanks finding out
You: *does about three fashion shoots in one port to make enough money for a new winter coat*
Three days later
Benn: hey (y/n) you have everything you need for the next island? It'll be a winter island, so it'll be really cold.
You: yes I just bought a new coat yesterday
Shanks: *notices a store putting up a new advertisment* hey, that's (y/n)! Wow you look amazing in that outfit.
You: *a little bashful* thank you
Shanks: wait why do they have photos of you?
You: I needed a little extra cash to buy my new coat
Shanks: next time you need more money just tell me and and I'll give you some. But I'm glad to know you're resourceful enough to get money one your own. I'll see you later this evening I have some things to do.
That evening
You: *goes to Shanks's cabin to see him* captain, do you know where we put the log book? *sees him hanging up a new set of framed photos beside his bed*
Shanks: no I don't, but I'll help you look once I'm finished here *tries to cover what he's doing with his torso*
You: why are you trying to hide your photos?
Shanks: no reason *starts to blush*
Benn: *comes in* captain I need to know where you want the new cargo put? You never said where you... What's going on here?
You: captain's trying to hide a new set of photos he's hanging up.
Benn: Shanks are you going to show the class what you've got or am I going to have to wrestle you?
Shanks: *clenches his jaw and glares at Benn*
Benn: step back dear, let me get him out of the way *wrestles shanks to the ground* now go look
You: *steps over Benn and avoids Shanks's kicking leg* they're photos of me...from the advertisements.
Shanks: *stops fighting Benn and goes limp in his arms* fine! Yes, I asked for copies and had them framed, but to be fair they're the only photos of you I have and I have loads of everyone else.
You: loads? There was only five photos on this wall last week and now it's up to fifteen.
Benn: *stands up and looks at them* I see who's your favorite.
Shanks: it's not like that!
You: there's still like ten more photos of me you haven't hung up.
Shanks: yeah, I'm running out of useable room on my wall.
Benn: *grins at him* then why don't you put them up in the common area so then the rest of us can look at pretty photos of (y/n)?
Shanks: *pouts* but they're mine
You: I have one problem with this
Shanks: *nervous you're going to ask him to take them down* and what would that be?
I saw that requests are open and I was to see if I can get a sanji x reader one. The prompt is the line a from the song Paris by Kate Nash (the song itself doesn’t matter it’s the line that reminds me of Sanji) The line is Said you’d lend me anything, I think I’ll have company. You know with Sanji being simp and asking reader is there anything I can get you and reading being like yeah hangout with me
That is such a cute idea especially for Sanji - I’ve put the line in here because that actually just fits so well!!!! This is a fairly short Drabble but hope it works ❤️
Warnings: none pure fluff and sweetness
✨ requests open ✨
It was an exceedingly warm day, the whole crew stripped down to the bare minimum and sweating buckets around the ship. Franky had kindly set up a parasol on the main deck grass for the girls and you had spent a slick afternoon sunbathing and taking turns jumping in the water (both you and Nami taking turns to hold onto Robin).
Sanji had been running around all day, catering for Luffy’s unstoppable appetite, refilling Franky’s cola reserves, and making the girls drinks and treats to cool off. You adored the man’s chivalry and commitment to his friends, but the poor man looked like he was about to pass out.
On his third trip around the sun loungers with fruity cold drinks, you grabbed him by the tie and forced him to take off his suit jacket and shirt, leaving him in a rather attractive black vest and his suit trousers. You patted him on the backside as Sanji flustered about your nagging and wandered back off to the kitchen.
On his fifth trip around, this time with cool lemonade ice, you could only roll your eyes and sigh as Nami asked for more flavours of ice cream and the idiot just about ran to get it done. Then Robin asked for tea to sip. Then Usopp asked for help fishing. Then Luffy asked for more sandwiches. And on it went, Sanji running around like a headless chicken to fufill his friends desires.
As evening drew in and people started to wander off downstairs, you stayed in your lounger, leaning back to look at the open teal sky.
“What about you my darling? You haven’t asked for a thing all day.” Sanji finally stopped for a moment next to you, all but falling to his knees in exhaustion.
You hummed and scrunched your brows together. It was your thinking face and Sanji thought it was his favourite face in the world, your adorable features squished up in concentration.
“Me? I’d just like your company.” You hit him with a sweet smile and scooted over to make room for the man.
Sanji let out a thankful sigh and collapsed next to you, immediately curling in to rest his head on your shoulder.
You ran your hands through his blonde locks and across his face, basking in the handsome features relaxing against you. The lines of worry disappeared from his face as he took some time for himself, and with a sweet lingering kiss to your lips the pair of you settled into a comfortable sun kissed nap
I like to think that one of the things that confirmed Mammons feelings for Mc was the fact that his crows liked them, and they liked his crows,
Let me set the scene,
One day when they were both walking around at RAD, Mc wanted to go to the gardens, they’ve never shown interest in it before so mammon was confused, but agreed anyways. he thought it was stupid at first, why would the human want to hang out in the garden? Nothing interesting ever even happens here.
But his thoughts are cut short as he hears Mc digging around in their bag and he see’s them pull out what looks like a snack back of nuts and seeds, Mc takes a step away from him and over to a bush, kneeling down and shaking the seeds into their hand, holding it out. Then one of his crows suddenly pops out of the bush and just starts eating right from their hand!
Once they’re done Mc pets the crow on their little head with their pointer finger, then stands up and walks back, They noticed mammons face and immediately explains themself. “I noticed some crows hanging around out here, picking at the flower bushes, and I’ve started feeding them during my breaks!”
That almost completely did it for him, this human seriously was taking time out of their own day just to feed birds? Specifically his birds? They weren’t even aware that the crows were his!
And it didn’t really stop there, Mc continued to be friendly with them, thanking the crows when they bring them gifts, even keeping a little trinket box for every penny, ribbon, or stick that’s brought to them. They started leaving small piles of seed outside their window before going to bed and before going to RAD. There was even a time when one had landed in their hair, and the only thing they did was giggle and gently pull the crow out, holding it like a baby.
And mammon just couldn’t help but feel all fluttery, what was wrong with this human?? Why are they just so sweet??
And after mammon finally explains the crows are his Mc doesn’t stop adoring the little weirdos,
I can even imagine the crows eventually trying to make a move for him after a while, mc and mammon are walking around town and one lands in front of them on the ground, doing a weird little dance until it clicks in Mc’s head, which causes them to giggle, and sarcastically say with a smile “I’m not a bird silly boy, though if I was I would be very charmed” the crow looks a little prideful for a second, and only for a second before mammon very flusteredly shoos the bird away,
Just silly thoughts! The last one was inspired by those videos of birds trying to dance for a human that feeds them and stuff,
Small McxMammon things that I think about often because I love him
Something a little important is happening but in the background Mc is sitting criss cross on an office chair spinning, whenever the chair slow’s down and stops they pat mammons arm to get his attention and he spins the chair in the opposite direction. Mc is visibly having the time of their life.
Mammon waking up before Mc, staring at them for a while, then tucking hair behind their ear carefully which causes them to wake up, but then smile warmly at him and wrap their arms around his chest immediately,
Mc sitting with mammon, hugging onto him tightly after he had woken up from a nightmare of them dying[lesson 16ref :(]
Mc attempting to take the fall for Mammon after he does something but Mammon refuses to let them, so they get into a small argument while Lucifer progressively stands there getting more and more annoyed.
Mc trips when walking with mammon, he catches them by their arm and starts to tell them off for not being careful, but Mc looks him dead in the eyes and says “sorry, i can’t help but fall for you,” and then he shuts up for like thirty minutes just trying to process it,
Mc and Mammon are always clung onto each other, holding hands, linked arms, thighs pressed against each other when sitting, lowkey cuddling in and out of the bedroom, constantly turning to hug each other whenever they have to go their separate ways no matter if they won’t see each other for the next 5 seconds or 5 hours.
Mc is always going to pay for things whenever they’re out since they know Mammon probably doesn’t have any money on him, one day he refuses to let them pay and does it himself, from that day forward it’s a silent competition of who can pay before the other, they both just want to do something nice for the other.
Them showering together and mammon washes Mc’s hair while talking about stuff, Mc just stands there and allows him, lowkey enjoying how it feels.
Also them lowkey gossiping a little while showering, just it being very intimate without sex,
They rotate who’s room they sleep in, one day they’ll sleep in Mc’s room maybe because they’re both tired and don’t feel like walking upstairs to mammons room, but the next they’ll go and sleep in Mammons room because they don’t want anyone to barge in to try and drag Mc off to do something.
One word, clingy.
They are both so incredibly clingy, when Mc left for the human world for the first time, they both sat on calls at the end of the day for hours just talking, effectively ruining each others sleeping schedule. when Mammon is gone for a gig or a modeling thingy, Mc sleeps in his bed like a pathetic worm wishing he was home already,. Whenever the other comes back from being gone for a while, no matter if it was for a few minutes or a few hours, they rush to each other and hug as if they’ve been apart for years.
If one is seen without the other there’s genuinely just a “where’s the rest of you🤨” reaction from most people,
Mammon shows off Mc whenever he can, if he’s talking to someone and Mc is just silently standing next to him, and that person makes a comment about them being there, he’ll wrap an arm around their shoulder and be like, “yeah, this is my partner, I know, they’re amazing😎”
Mammon waking up in the middle of the night to Mc giggling and cackling while they play a game on their laptop, why are they laughing? Because they joined Levi’s FPS game and keep on sniping him and are laughing at him loosing his mind in the chat, which normally leads to mammon slowly closing their laptop and forcing them to lay back down, they giggle in his arms for about 10 minutes before finally falling asleep.
Mc definitely helps him to pay off some debts and figure out how to save more money, so over time his spending habits aren’t as impulsive and he isn’t getting punished as often for doing stupid stuff,(if Solmare won’t let him have canonic and permanent growth then dammit I’ll give him growth in my head😤)
Mammon has sold a necklace that was really important to Mc around the first few months of them staying there, Mc thought it went missing and was genuinely really bummed about it, to the point where he even saw them crying a little bit, so he fought tooth and nail to get it back form who he sold it from and put it back where he took it, he was very relieved to see them smiling the next day.
Mc has named a lot of his crows after learning that only a few of them are named because it’s hard to keep track, and to add onto it further, Mc has tied ribbons and bows around their little ankles to make sure their names aren’t forgotten.
They bite each other, not all the time but often, if he has their arm around Mc’s shoulder they’ll struggle and have a mental battle before leaning over and gently biting his forearm, if they’re cuddling sometimes Mammon will bite their shoulder, or if Mc is messing with Mammons hand they’ll bite one of his fingers, it’s not sexual biting, it’s practically just small “I love you’s”
One time Mc said “I’m kind of thirsty” and mammon immediately tripped over himself rushing to grab them a water or a soda,
I like to imagine Mc is a pure weirdo, like, pick up bugs and snakes weirdo, why? Because they were yanked from their home and whole life to go to forever school in hell and were like “ok I guess this is happening now” so because of that they often grab moths or anything that’s found it’s way into the HOL and tosses it outside. And I absolutely believe Mc has bent down to the ground while in public and grabbed a snake from a bush, turned to mammon, holds it up and is like “look at this cutie!!” While mammon is trying to not piss himself because holy shit they just picked up a snake and is talking about it like it’s a dog.
After the pact was formed with mammon, obviously it didn’t take long before he was head over heels for them, but I like to imagine that the pacts give the demon a sort of sixth sense when it comes to their human, so I can imagine Mc just trying to go back to class after using the rest room, being stopped by some demons straight up just harassing them, and all of a sudden mammon comes barreling down the hallway pissed and just punches one of them in the face, sure he gets an earful from Lucifer later, but he was just protecting his human like Lucifer asked! So what if he did so a little aggressively, it was a fight or flight situation!!
Whenever Mc and Mammon go out together, they always end up browsing small shops, whenever Mc see’s something they like, you can see their thought process of just. “Oh! This things cute! I mean, really cute, I could treat myself just this once, right? Ok, I’ll buy it just for me, how much- oh, never mind, I guess that’s fine,” and they set it back down, but then within that week mammon is giving them the same item they were going to get.
The first time mammon called Mc something cute like “treasure” Mc went into a blushy giggle fit and put their face against his chest to hide it, which was probably the first time he ever saw them properly flustered, which sparked a flame of “I need to see that more often”
Alright I’m gonna stop there, but I have so much more because he’s always on my mind💕 but I’m gonna stop cause I’m kind of tired of writing right now lol
Relationship: Captain Rex / Jedi Gender Neutral!Reader
Summary: The fact is that Rex kissed you last night. This morning, the inevitable confrontation unfolds.
Rating: T
Content Warning: A make out session
Word Count: ~1.9k
Left alone in the freighter’s common room, you and Rex valiantly kept up the show of indifference for three minutes of stilted silence, pretending that you weren’t glancing at each other from the corner of your eyes.
When your gazes — some would say inevitably — met, you peeking at Rex from beneath your lashes and Rex looking straight at you from behind the cover of his buy'ce, it was as good as over.
He took the helmet off, knowing in his heart of hearts that you could tell he was sending bantha eyes at you, and tucked it smoothly beneath his arm. You pushed yourself to your feet, your outer robes spilling from your lap and draping all over your open-toed sandals.
"About last night," Rex blurted out, running a hand through his buzz cut hair. You said nothing and just watched him carefully, something almost defiant in your expression.
Rex blew out a heavy breath. Right. "I… I wanted to say, I'm sorry. I should have asked before I…" He trailed off.
For star’s sake. Just say it, man.
You crossed your arms against your chest. "Before you kissed me," you finished for him, looking him squarely in the eye.
Rex coughed uncomfortably, cheeks growing dark. "Yes.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, General."
You cocked your head to the side, eyes still trained on his face. Sweat dripped down his nape.
"You're sorry,” you said. “Hmm."
Holy Corenthian hells. Rex’s eyes widened. What was that supposed to mean? Were you angry?
"About not asking, or the kiss?" You asked for clarification after a beat.
Like a shiny fresh out of graduation, he stammered. “The…” This felt like a test he hadn't studied for. "The first one? Though I really shouldn't have kissed you without asking…"
"But the kiss," you insisted, like a strill with a bone. "Did you like it?"
"I — what?" Rex choked on his next inhale.
"Did you like the kiss?" You repeated without an ounce of shame, and, in fact, with a hint of impatience. Meanwhile, Rex was standing there like a neon stop sign in a traffic-heavy Coruscant highway, certain he was giving off steam with how hot his face had gotten.
What was he supposed to say to that? Kark yes, he liked it? That he’d been thinking about kissing you since he caught you on his jetpack after you leapt off the Republic transport on Geonosis?
"Rex."
Rex took a fortifying breath — stars, help! — and answered, voice gruff. "Yes. Yes, General, I… liked it," he said cautiously, deciding to be truthful.
In true Fett clone fashion, he went the extra mile. "I've wanted to do that for a while now.”
Before the whole reassignment fiasco, even. The moment your eyes met across the blaster fire when you rendezvoused with the 501st in Arantara. Only, he never had the courage to do anything about it. How could he?
“You're… I like you.” The words just spilled out of his mouth. “You know that, right?"
On your part, you seemed very pleased with his honesty. The tense line of your shoulders had loosened, and you were even smiling.
You looked away, dropping your arms. You placed your hands on your hips instead.
"I… suspected," you replied, selecting your words with care. "I mean, I wasn't sure. You're nice to me. That's… something. And when I put my hand on your arm, the Force around you… it feels pink and, um, flowery."
Oh stars. Pink and flowery?
Rex wanted to throw himself out of a dropship sans jetpack.
"It's not a bad thing, though your shielding could use some work," you added, likely sensing his embarrassment. "But that's normal because you're not, well, a Jedi."
No, a dropship would mean waiting and enduring another moment of this excruciating torture. Maybe he could just jump through the viewport on his eleven.
"I can teach you, if you want. The shielding. We can do that in between the kissing, if that's alright."
Rex stopped thinking about how to find the opportunity to climb out of the nearest porthole. Had he heard that right?
"I… what?"
"Shielding," you repeated, looking at him in earnest again. Your eyes were so vibrant, it was arresting. "For your…"
You gestured to your head. "If you want a little more privacy. It's not like I mean to read your emotions. They're just out there. I'd know even if I closed my eyes."
You did just that, as if to show him. Your eyelashes fanned gently against your cheek. "See? You are very loud in the Force. You're… huh, still very confused."
Your eyebrows furrowed. "Where am I not making any sense?"
"The kissing." Rex blurted out, clipping his buy'ce to his belt, fingers shaking. "I meant the — what did you say about the kissing, General?"
You opened your eyes and blinked against the glare of the overhead light. Your face was cast in an orange glow by the emergency lamp. "That we can do things like, um, learning how to shield, in between kissing. Ah." You nodded, understanding dawning in your eyes. "That's where I lost you."
"Right."
You brushed your hair from your eyes. "I also like kissing you, Rex. Um, I like you."
Forget about the viewport. Rex could jump off a dropship sans jetpack and still soar.
"You do," he repeated disbelievingly. In his head, he could hear the roar of vod’e cheering and whooping. "You like me back. Why?"
He liked you. Why wouldn't he? You were wonderful, brave, compassionate, and you cared about people with the entirety of your being. You weren’t perfect by any means, but you didn’t need to be for Rex to be awed by you. But why would you like Rex, out of all the people in the galaxy?
The question put a wrinkle on your brow. "Well, why not? I think you're very handsome.” Rex pressed his lips together, startled by that. “You're my friend. A really dear friend. I like you a lot. And you make me happy." The last part was said quietly, with a small, secret smile that lit a fire in Rex's chest.
You sat down again, seemingly having had enough of standing. You picked your robes up with the Force and plucked it from the air with a swipe of your hand.
Oh, stars. This was really happening.
"General." Rex breathed, feeling like he was going to burst out of his body, his armor. "Really?"
You pressed the robe to your face, covering your features. But you nodded, your head jerking up and down.
"Between you and me, the Force is like a field in spring," the words were muffled.
Rex left his post to sit beside you on the hard bench. His armor clanked as he lowered himself. It wasn't a very big seat; the way Rex sat, his legs slightly spread, meant that his knees touched yours.
You didn't pull away.
After a moment's hesitation, he covered your hands with his and tried to pry the robe from your eyes.
"Hey," he said, tugging on it gently, "Let go."
You did. You were still blushing — the red flush had crawled down your neck, disappearing behind the neckline of your tunic. His mouth grew dry. Cute.
He put the robe away on the table, and then stripped the glove from his right hand to cup your cheek. It was bold, but…
You leaned into the touch, welcoming his nearness. Your skin was soft. You reached out and took his other hand into your own.
His heart was right in his throat.
"Are you going to kiss me again, Captain?" You asked, mumbling the words against the meat of his palm. Your lips were dry but rosy, and smelled faintly of the fruit preserves Rex had pressed into your hands earlier.
"Can I?" He whispered, remembering to ask this time.
Your breath hitched. You held his gloved hand with both hands now and cradled it to your heart. He could feel its thunderous beat through your chest, through the leather of his black gloves.
Your eyes were hooded. You licked your lips — which was insane. How could you? Did you know what that did to him? "Mmhm."
No thoughts, head empty. Rex closed his eyes and kissed you before the galaxy could tear the opportunity away from him: close-mouthed and chaste. He felt you press back, the slight pressure familiar — so he hadn't been imagining it that first time.
You did kiss him back last night.
Had you thought about it all evening like he had? Did you lie down on your narrow bunk, touch your lips, and wonder what would have happened if Rex hadn’t stopped himself?
Your mouths made a soft, wet smacking sound as the both of you pulled apart to breathe; it had Rex's throat feeling incredibly tight, his blood thrumming in his veins.
You opened your eyes, which had gone dewy — oh kriff me, Rex thought, aching to kiss your eyelids — and clutched his fist as if it were a lifeline, swaying unconsciously towards him.
"Sorry," you said, bordering between shy and ashamed. You sounded winded. He had done that. "I'm not very good at it."
"It's alright," fell out of Rex's mouth. He could hardly believe what he was hearing, what he was even saying in response. "I’m not… I only know a little myself.” If he sounded a little wheezy, you didn’t point it out. “We can practice like you said. We’ll get better at it."
At the callback to the offer from earlier, you smiled. Kark, you were so beautiful.
"Again," Rex breathed, squeezing your hand. "Can I?"
You nodded. "Yes!"
This time, Rex leaned forward more assertively, tugging his gloved hand from your chest to wrap his arm around your waist. With nowhere to go, your free hands went to his chestplate, gamely meeting him in the middle.
He moved his mouth against yours this time, the gesture almost instinctive, hoping against hope you would mimic him.
You did so with a little moan — kriff me, Rex thought again, stomach doing a flip — tilting your head so that your noses wouldn't bump. He pulled you closer to him, wanting to be as near to you as he could get. He was careful not to poke you with the tougher pieces of his armor.
When you had to separate for air again, Rex croaked, voice rough, "Can I kiss you again?"
You smacked him lightly on the shoulder this time, eliciting a short laugh from him.
"Rex! Just kiss me, damn you," you said frantically like a love interest straight out of Hardcase’s favorite holonovelas, before wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him down to lie on top of you on the bench. Kara, you were so bold.
As you twisted and squirmed beneath him, panting loud enough that he couldn’t keep his thoughts straight, Rex determinedly set his lips on your jaw, on the muscles of your neck. You let out a loud gasp at the first touch, then mewled, gripping his nape tightly. “Rex! That — tickles, hrrmf!”
Rex chuffed against your skin and pressed another kiss to it. “Does it?”
In response, your lips found his again by magic, or the Force, or maybe it was Rex's accuracy training at play — whatever it was, what mattered was that he was touching you, by the Manda, he wanted to keep holding you forever.
contents; fluff, suggestive themes. warming up with some bite-sized headcanons. hope you guys enjoy <3
ft. the monster trio
here for part 2
⋆ ˚｡༄ luffy
if he’s up before you are, that’s only because of the growling sound coming from his stomach. cross-legged on the bed with a lost look in his eyes, “imma get something to eat.” he’s definitely forgotten about the piles of snacks he keeps in his locker and that he makes sure to restock after every meal with your crewmates.
i can see him being a cuddly type. really likes to hug you from behind. in bed, while you're standing up, while you're brushing your teeth. if you happen to be the one to wake up first, fetch him some food from the kitchen and you will earn yourself a good series of hugs from your boyfriend. if not, that's ok, because luffy is a biter too, and he will not hold back from digging his teeth into your shoulder to convince you to go to the kitchen with him. this may or may not lead to the two of you enjoying some other type of meal.
the thing is that luffy, the moment he wakes up, won't stand staying in for too long. especially if you're on land he'll want to explore the surroundings and will try to make you join him on the adventure. knowing how much of a menace he can be objectively speaking you may have no other choice but tag along, but trust me, nothing will make him happier than getting to spend the first hours of the day with his partner in crime <3
“that was so cool,” he's saying to you as your backs are glued to the wall of a random building, chests heaving. out of the corner of your eye, you can see a group of marines searching aimlessly for your missing shadows. luffy takes you by the hand, “we showed ‘em good.”
⋆ ˚｡༄ zoro
you wake up first. but you’re never getting out of bed before he would, and that’s in most cases due to the fact that the arms resting around you are too heavy to lift on your own. you tried slipping away once or twice, but he always managed to keep you there. not like you mind it one bit, nestling yourself at your boyfriend’s chest filling you with a strange sense of warmth you wouldn't let go that easily.
“easy, tiger. what’s the rush?” his voice is sleepy with a guttural undertone to it. “staying in for a minute longer won’t set the ship on fire or anything. proven.” zoro will try to make you two stay in bed with him for as long as possible. you don’t even get a chance to convince him otherwise as he’s quick to fall back into his snooze, and you are usually soon to follow. the second time you open your eyes it’s because of the voices and steps coming from the hallway telling you that you might’ve overslept.
he also likes it when you lazily climb on top of him, resting your cheek on his chest, enjoying each other's presence in silence. in the morning, he may not be the best converser. but there are times his hand may roll down your back, taking a good squeeze of your butt with a smirk plastered on his face, and that's when you know you will definitely be late to your chores.
if you’re on land, he might make it a habit to carry you on his back for a morning jog, the sun unfurling behind your forms as hours roll past. if you’re more the athletic type like he is, he’d gladly have you running by his side. either way, i think starting his daily training with you would work like the perfect energiser for him. although he would never admit it out loud.
⋆ ˚｡༄ sanji
i find sanji to be quite the early bird, having to set up breakfast for the entire crew and doing some first-hour arrangements in the kitchen and all that, so he wakes up before you do. almost every time. he’s already done with more than half of his chores by the time you open your eyes. when it comes to you, however, breakfast in bed is one of the many tell-tale signs of special treatment, and more often than not you get to wake up to the smell of coffee or favourite tea and a well-thought mix of sweet treats.
corny is this man’s second language. if you’re on land, expect to see some tiny bouquets of flowers on the tray, either bought or picked from around the ship, everything looking just so dainty and perfect “like you are, my love.” one of them finds its way behind your ear with a sweet peck on your lips.
and not rarely does he join you with his own cup of tea. leg to leg, your head leaning against his shoulder. a hundred percent the type to smoke in bed. he likes to take a few moments of tenderness with you, gently kissing your shoulder and neck and talking about your plans for the day. sanji will intently listen to you talk about any weird dreams you had, but if you tell him he wasn’t present in any of them he’ll most certainly become a pouting mess.
he gets handsy quickly 💀 and your thighs are perhaps his favourite spot to feel beneath the sheets. the longer you let him he’s one step closer to skipping cleaning up the kitchen after breakfast. but the moment often shatters with some thuds at the door accompanied by luffy’s voice, all broken and teary, begging sanji to unlock the fridge.
drawn by me, colored (and painted, and edited, etc!!!) by @rudycomics ! this will be available at anime expo artist alley table K43 as a medium sized print :) see you there!
