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inu-mxki · 30 days

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so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*

a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮‍💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!

nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.

nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.

nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.

nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?

nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.

nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (

nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.

choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.

nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?

nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.

nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.

"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.

"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.

nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.

nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.

nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.

nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.

nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)

nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.

"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."

oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.

you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.

"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.

fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.

he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.

nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)

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inu-mxki · 30 days

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ATTACK ON TITAN — Levi Ackerman's entrance 1.09 • "Whereabouts of His Left Arm"

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inu-mxki · 1 month

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❤︎ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . i dont know anything about auctions + he calls you angel + slight suggestiveness

“let me know if you want anything, okay?”

your husband (one of the most infamous yakuza bosses of the country, your dearly beloved nanami kento) whispers into your ear, gives your jaw a fleeting, love filled kiss.

you smile, “thank you, kento — but i do not want to spend your money in vain.”

your husband gives your thigh a squeeze, leans into your ear once again. “remember all the money goes to helpful organizations. plus, i love it when you spend my money. it gets me hard.”

“kento!”

“i’m just being honest, angel.” he laughs, breathless with a hint of expensive whiskey.

the auction begins — artifacts of high value, headpieces from different time periods, a glittering necklace that immediately catches your eye — which your attentive husband notices.

“want it?”

“hmm? oh, no, it’s oka — ”

your husband raised his hand. “twenty thousand for the necklace.”

the spokesman smiles your way. “twenty thousand for the gentleman at table forty seven!”

“forty thousand!” someone else bids.

“sixty thousand!” your husband responds, grabs his glass from the table and takes a swig.

“one hundred thousand!”

“kento — ” you start, hold onto his arm, but your husband gives you a little kiss before bidding again.

“one hundred and sixty thousand!”

the room quites, the spokesman gleams. “thank you! sold to the gentleman at table forty seven.”

“let me spoil you, angel.”

“thank you, kento.”

at home, you come to find out that making your husband spend money does really rile him up — even more when the luxurious necklace he bought you is wrapped around your neck.

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inu-mxki · 1 month

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Praise [Nanami Kento]

an: this is an old fic of mine which got slapped with a flag the first time around. I’ve reworked it and I like it far better now and I hope you will too.

premise: Kento finds it so adorable when you look at him with those big, shiny doe eyes. Has he noticed that you do it more when he sings your praises? Oh yes, and he plans to make you purr for him.

pairing: Nanami Kento x female reader

warnings: praise kink, office sex, possibility of being caught, boss/subordinate dynamic, sloppy blowjob, cum swallowing, Kento being a bit of a tease but with good intentions

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It was becoming increasingly impossible to ignore the way you squeezed past him in the break room. The lilt of faintly murmured apologies and downcast eyes that refused to meet his own.

Nanami watched you keenly whilst you poured your coffee and sprinkled in packet after packet of sweetener. Leaning against the far wall with his coffee mug dutifully hiding the smile that rose to his lips. Ever the sweet tooth.

His board of directors would shudder in their golf carts if they knew he mingled with his subordinates on a daily basis rather than locking himself within an ivory tower. It was an argument he was accustomed to, and one that he assured anyone that asked was worth the risk. Workers who knew the big boss outside of his office were more likely to be productive. He had reams of research tucked away, statistics on the positive impact on retention rates and the upward trends on quality assurance.

It was all a ruse, and a convincing one at that. Kento could recite KPIs at the drop of a hat until those scrutinising eyes turned vacant and disengaged. All for you. His every effort to satisfy the worry that stalked your every breath it seemed at times. For you see, you meant the world to Nanami Kento and he to you, but he was also your boss and that caused problems.

A secret relationship, one that might be frowned upon if he weren’t the CEO of the company, but it was at your continued insistence. You wanted to be taken seriously for your contribution to the company and he respected that decision. The board answered to him at the end of the day, he held a majority share in the organisation he had built from the ground up, but he understood your desire to find your own worth rather than be tied to his side.

You were a dedicated worker, a real asset to the executive team he managed personally and from the moment he met you, he knew he had to have you. Never before had he felt compelled to pursue something so risqué. Most would call him risk averse, what they didn’t know would likely make their jaws drop.

Whilst his gut instinct was immediate, the road to where you were now was not so quick. It had taken time and a boatload of patience. A sensual dance of flirtation and seduction which had severely tested his restraint, but after months of witty remarks and sexual tension thick enough to choke a horse, you were finally his.

Quite frankly he hadn’t known he had it in him. It was the first time he had spent as much time and energy on pursuing anyone, but the reward had been more than worth it. Only recently, he asked you to move in with him and the spacious penthouse no longer felt too large and lonesome. The bachelor life was not meant for him. It was an ill-fitting suit and he gladly welcomed the tailored fit of being your adoring partner and lover.

It was tainted by the fact that you shared the same bed, woke tangled in each other’s arms each morning but never arrived to work together. The same was true at the end of the day, though Kento tended to spend more hours in the office for obvious reasons. He understood your reservations, it was hard for a woman to be taken seriously at this level and although he operated with a policy of complete gender equality, there were still those old-school fuckers that looked down on women.

He’d assured you he wouldn’t hesitate to fire anyone who even uttered a derogatory word regarding your relationship but you begged him to keep it quiet for now. Unfortunately for him, he was wrapped tightly around your finger and so, despite his desire to the contrary, he bowed to your wishes.

Only thought of the day where he could stand proudly by your side without fear of repercussion in your eyes kept him going. Wheedling out the bad seeds covertly in the background to lay the groundwork for the years to come and how prosperous and happy you both could be if given the chance to flourish freely.

Nanami was a good man, at least he hoped he was.

However, his gaze was anything but at this moment. He felt the surge of predatory intent wash through him as he took in your grey skirt and the matching jacket that pinched your waist in the way he liked most. The knowledge of those delectable thigh highs that concealed your bare legs ran rampant, and he idly cursed that he wasn’t pressing you up against the counter and fucking you like he wanted to do. To hell with coffee and boring Monday meetings.

No, he had control and an idea.

“See you in ten,” he said on his way out the door, flashing a quick wink in your direction and watching your jaw drop in response.

The boardroom was noisy as everyone took their seats. Conversation flowed but you couldn’t pay attention, not when you knew that Kento was up to something. That faint crocodile smile he had offered not long ago lingered in your memory and you straightened deliberately in your chair, uncomfortable for the first time in many months.

He sat at the head of the table, fingers steepled whilst he studied the open planner set before him. Strands of blonde hair fell into his face, and the annoying part of you that wanted to sweep it back reared its head. As if he could sense your thoughts, he parted his hands and fixed his hair without glancing at you.

The sooner this meeting was over, the better. You had a project in need of your attention, and literally any excuse not to be caught feeling frisky in the office. A prospect that was growing exceedingly harder given the unknown meaning behind that sly little wink in the break room.

The proceedings started as normal, the boring bullshit of every corporate meeting and then it happened.

“Excellent work on the Fushiguro account. You exceeded expectations, well done.” Nanami announced out of the blue. His warm hazel eyes fixed you in place whilst your colleagues eagerly added to the sentiment, some genuine and some because they were simpering fools.

You found yourself staring at him—at your boss—with cheeks that felt hot enough to fry eggs and wide eyes blinking much too rapidly. Raw pride swelled in your chest along with a squirm in your lower half and a pleasant sensation twisting in your gut.

“Thank you, sir.”

Perhaps it could be put down to a one-off but not when the offers of praise started to come thick and fast. He made it seem so natural as if he were paying it no more attention than a good boss should do and he certainly shared the successes out amongst your colleagues, but this was something else—you knew it.

Could he sense that your thighs were pressed tightly together beneath the opulent table? Did he hear the hitch of your breath every time he mentioned your name? How about the heat spreading across the back of your neck or the bead of sweat that trickled down your spine? Could he smell your arousal?

Goddamn his fiendish ways. Kento always could read you like a book, and not just any book plucked from the shelf. You were a well-thumbed and beloved story that he would read fondly over and over, each time finding new things to add to the piles of reasons for loving you.

You were losing your mind. Furiously beating your pen against the still empty pad you’d brought with you for note taking. You crossed and uncrossed your legs for the hundredth time, desperately wanting to excuse yourself for the solitude of the bathroom. A splash of water to your face was long overdue.

So lost in the abundance of praise being heaped on you, you didn’t hear the call of dismissal. It wasn’t until the scrapping of chairs met your ears did you realise it was time to leave and you were ready to rocket your right out of the room as soon as the door opened.

“May I have a moment of your time?” Nanami asked you nonchalantly. Your knees almost buckled at the idea of being alone here with him.

Only once the last person left and the door thudded shut did you dare to look at him. Dared to bear witness to the blonde God that was leaning back in his chair—observing you.

“Is everything alright? You look… flushed.”

Your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth as you chewed over your words. “I’m perfectly fine. I appreciate the concern.”

“Hm. That you are, sweetheart. So very fine…” he enthused, reclining back in his executive chair to rake your standing figure with a lustful eye. Oh, he wasn’t playing fair in the slightest and somehow that made everything far worse.

Kento admired you from the top of your head right down to your shuffling toes and back again. The flash of his pink tongue wetting his lips did nothing but force a fierce shudder down the length of your spine. You knew where this was going, part terrified and part excited beyond belief. In the sanctity of your home, you would have already pounced.

“Ken—”

“I can smell your arousal, darling.”

Quick as a flash, he was leaning forward in his seat and wrapping both hands around your wrists to tug you towards him. You gasped aloud at his downright filthy accusation and the way he was manhandling you to stand in front of him. The edge of the desk hit against the backs of your thighs and Kento used your moment of imbalance to seat your butt against the edge of the glass top.

He rolled his chair closer, a thick muscled thigh pressed between your legs and forced the tight hold of your skirt to ride up to accommodate his presence there. Nanami groaned at the sight of your lace-detailed stocking tops, a calloused finger swiped across his mouth as if deciding what to do next.

“Have you noticed how… receptive you become when I praise you? Or how your beautiful skin blooms when I tell you how clever you are?”

Kento brushed his thumb across your cheek, stroking your jaw and tilting your chin. His free hand fingered the lacy tops of your thigh highs, straddling the line where the garment met your bare skin and you fought down the moan in your throat. You were melting into a puddle, no more than an ice cream cone on a blazing summer day and longing to be licked up by the man before you.

“Such a brilliant mind inside that pretty head, I’m truly a lucky man,” he rasped, and you snapped.

Grabbing him by the knot of the tie at his throat, you pulled him to meet you halfway in a searing kiss. Damn it all to hell, you no longer cared that you were in the workplace or that the door wasn’t even locked, you needed him with a dizzying urgency that refused to be denied a moment longer.

The aroma of rich, bitter coffee and musky cologne filled your nose, it birthed a breathy sigh of equal parts comfort and desire. You tried to slide onto his lap, to anchor your knees on either side of his hips but he held you fixed on the table with two strong palms.

“My precious sweetheart needs to show me how good she can be. Think you can take care of a pressing matter of mine?” Kento’s gaze dropped to the obvious lift to his expensive dress slacks, and you caught his meaning immediately.

The idea of being praised more was all the encouragement you needed to bend at the waist and palm him through the heavy material. You could feel the outline of his straining cock, both your mouth and pussy drooled in anticipation of revealing the beast hiding beneath those layers.

You made quick work of his belt, unfastening the buckle deftly before freeing his button and dragging the zipper down. Nanami assisted in lifting his hips enough to shuffle his trousers down whilst your eager fingers hooked inside the waistband of his briefs and finally his leaking cock sprang out.

The velvet skin appeared agitated and angry, the tip flushed a deep pulsing purple and pearlescent precum oozed freely from his slit. You touched the silky liquid without grazing his skin yet he still twitched from watching you alone.

“Mm… gonna show me what you’ve got, sweetheart? Show me who the real boss is here?” He drawled almost lazily, and your breath hitched at the insinuation that you were the one in charge. That thought made your cunt clench and your stomach flutter.

You wrapped around his shaft, working the beads of moisture down his skin to make the pump of your fist more slick and comfortable. Kento watched you through hooded eyes, delving his hands through your lustrous hair and pulling it free from the clip holding it back. You were such a sinful sight; all flushed cheeks and heaving chest that strained the silky fabric of your blouse to the limit.

“Gods, you drive me crazy. Do you know how much I have to restrain myself when you’re around?”

Big, round doe eyes blinked up from where you knelt between his parted thighs. The surface of your irises were glossy like polished mirrors and saliva escaped your pouty lips before you’d even gotten close to taking him into your mouth.

He knew your tight little pussy would be throbbing in need, that lust covered your folds and tracked down your thighs, sticking to your skin and waiting to be licked clean by his tongue. He could smell it, practically taste it and he would, once you were finished.

“Kento…”

He nodded his head, giving you the permission he knew you were seeking to do what you both wanted. That first sensation from the heat of your mouth sent him crashing, head tilted to stare at the ceiling and strained the thick tendons in his neck.

You moaned around his girth, slobbering already as your overexcitement spurred you on. The ache in your pert clit was maddening, the clench of your thighs not enough to relieve the ache in the pit of your abdomen. The friction wasn’t nearly enough, you were desperate for more. What made it worse was the heavy, bitter taste of Kento’s cock. It made you salivate, but not only in your mouth. The underwear beneath your skirt would have to be trashed as completely ruined at this point.

“Fuck, that’s it. Taking me down your throat so well, so proud of you sweetheart,” he groaned whilst noticing your restless wriggling and knowing exactly what you wanted—what you needed. “Play with yourself, my love.”

You jumped at the instruction, eager not to waste a moment of time in complying with the request and grateful that your man was so in tune with your needs and not just his own. A hand slid beneath your skirt and rubbed erratically through the sodden cotton of your ruined underwear. Never had you fallen apart so quickly, never had your heart thundered so much that it might explode.

“I love seeing you like this. Let me hear you purr for me, kitten.”

Swallowing around his thick girth, your cheeks hollowed to increase the suction of your mouth and Kento’s head snapped down to your face with parted lips. The tip of his cock kissed the back of your throat but you didn’t stop, barely hesitated as he slid further down until you gagged and spluttered when you pulled off for air. It was only for a moment. You were too resolute in bringing this powerful man to his knees.

With a flickering tongue that pressed thickly against his heavy shaft, you tasted him thoroughly and let spit bubble at the sides of your mouth to coat your chin. Kento was fighting against the rise of his hips as he twisted a hand into your hair and gently guided your head up and down in the perfect bobbing motion.

He was close. Hell, you were closer.

Your forearm rested on his strong thigh, hand wrapped around the remaining inches of his shaft that refused to fit into your mouth and throat whilst the other hand dipped into your sopping hole.

Your cunt clenched around your slim fingers, and you could sob. You longed for something else, something more and you knew just what you wanted, but perhaps you weren’t going to get it.

“Sw—sweetheart… i’m gonna - oh fuck - swallow it like a good girl, please?” His plea was breathless and the nearest you had ever heard to a whimper. It was beautiful and empowering to know that he could be brought to heel by you.

The low flutter of your lashes along with a subtle nod and watery eyes were his sign of your acceptance. Kento allowed the pressure that was building to a crescendo to release like a riptide. He spilled his seed down your throat and filled your mouth as he pulled his hips back.

He was in awe at the sight of you licking your lips like the cat who got the cream. His chest heaved with every twitch of his dick, emptying himself against your pursed lips and smearing the remnants for you to lap up greedily. Kento smiled, lazy and content now that the ache of his balls had drained away. He was quick to haul you up and onto his lap with your surprised squeal causing him to chuckle.

“I love you, my beautiful, smart and funny girl,” he cooed into your ear, his large palms coasted over your jittery thighs and hooked between your legs just where you needed him the most.

“Now then, time for your reward…”

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inu-mxki · 1 month

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"what's a five letter word for cutting?"

across the breakfast table, nanami hums, glancing at you over the rim of his coffee cup. there's still steam spiraling up from it; it fogs over his wire-rimmed glasses, a marine layer. "i thought you said you didn't need my help."

"kento," you whine. "i just can't remember the english word for it."

"you were very adamant about it."

you huff. you nudge at him with a foot, pressing against the thick muscle of his thigh. "please?"

he catches you by the ankle; your yelp is tinged with laughter. he rubs his thumb in a little circle over your ankle bone, his calluses rough against the delicate skin.

"do i get a reward?"

"maybe."

he eyes you for a moment. the sunlight is slanting golden through the windows; it burnishes his deep brown eyes to topaz. you tilt your head, fluttering your lashes at him. the smile blooms on his lips, a crescent moon curve.

"it's snide," he says.

you pencil it in. "you're right," you say, a few of the other words coming together immediately. "thank you, darling."

he hums. wraps his big hand around your ankle, the heat of him sinking into your skin.

"you're welcome," he says. you laugh as he tugs enough to drag your chair a little closer. "now, about that reward."

you laugh again, but when he leans forward, you meet him with a kiss. "is that to your liking?" you ask.

"it's suitable."

"just suitable?"

he lets go of your foot when you pull back; you sweep over to his seat and settle down on his lap. his hands bracket your hips immediately. they're warm even through the thick material of your pajamas.

"it was one kiss," he says.

"it was one word."

"with five letters."

"oh," you say, leaning in close, until you can see the freckles sprinkled across the bridge of his nose, like little specks of cinnamon. "i suppose i owe you four more, then."

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inu-mxki · 1 month

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a disgustingly self-indulgent scenario inspired by the past 5 days of my tummy troubles

“i need to invest in a heating pad,” you sigh.

you’re experiencing a nasty bout of stomach pain—rolling cramps punctuated by sharp stabs across your abdomen. chugging water and eating non-irritating foods isn’t working; you’re suffering.

eyes scrunched shut, you attempt to rub calming circles across your belly. kicking your legs as they hang off the edge of the bed, you tilt your head back to spot your boyfriend leaning against the headboard.

if there is one thing in the world roronoa zoro hates, it’s seeing you in pain. he will slice anyone—anything—into pieces to keep you safe. he will dye the sea red and rend the earth in two if that’s what it takes. but he can’t maim, can’t kill, can’t avenge when it’s your own body that’s attacking you.

his face is pulled into a scowl that most would assume is directed at you. but you know better. when you meet his steel eye, you can see care softening the knifelike edges, worry flashing through the iris.

wordlessly, zoro pushes himself off the bed, rounding the corner until he looms above you, palms flat on either side of your head. “don’t need a heating pad when ya got me,” he smirks, cheeks revealing the dimples you adore.

it’s impossible not to roll your eyes, but you quirk a brow, curious to see where this is going. dipping down to brush his chapped lips against your forehead, he whispers, “lemme help.”

zoro rolls your shirt up to your chest, baring everything down to your hips. a vulnerable position like this—showing so much skin—used to make you squirm and cover yourself up beneath the swordsman. but he loves all of you, and you can feel the words on his lips when he presses a kiss to your navel.

his hands are wide and strong and scarred and an extension of his weapons. but when he splays them across your stomach, they are warm and gentle. he doesn’t touch you like you’re made of glass; he touches you like you’re holy.

zoro skims his calloused palms down your ribs and rubs your stomach with the perfect amount of pressure, every so often kneading your plush hips before returning to where he’s needed most.

you don’t (can’t) hold in the whimpers of relief that curl into the air. your boyfriend is diligent and focused. he knows he can’t heal you, but he will soothe you, love you, and cherish you. what more could you ask for?

maybe you don’t need a heating pad, after all.

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inu-mxki · 1 month

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elaborating on this thought. warning: it’s unbearably sappy. merry christmas to my love <3

an onlooker would think he’s upset: sharp features drawn into a scowl, leg bouncing rapidly, teeth digging into his bottom lip. but zoro is worried about the gift that rests in your soft palms, wrapping paper sloppily held together with a few jagged pieces of tape.

“sorry,” he mutters, scratching the back of his neck.

“what for?” you brush off his concerns with a smile, carefully tearing open the wrapping to reveal a small cardboard box.

i’ve never done this before, zoro wants to explain. he doesn’t need to defend himself—his swords aren’t necessary here (so you say, anyway). but he’s used to fighting for survival and nothing more; excess was an unobtainable luxury in his childhood, a dream for nights when he went to sleep with bleeding hands and an empty stomach.

but your heart is a place of warmth and comfort, a sanctuary of love. you’re safe here, you’ve assured him time and time again, when his fight or flight response demands attention. maybe you’re right.

when you open the box, you breathe something angelic, lifting a dainty golden chain with a pendant that you would recognize anywhere. it’s a shape you’ve brushed your forefinger across a thousand times, whispered secrets and hopes and dreams to, and kissed for good luck. “is this—?”

“i, um, had one of my earrings reworked,” zoro explains, tanned cheeks now a dusky rose. “if you don’t like it, i—” the watery adoration in your gaze makes the disjointed explanation perish on his lips.

the way you look at him, love shining in your irises, beam so bright it rivals the moon? dying here and now wouldn’t be so bad; zoro would go a happy man, dreams be damned.

“will you do the honors?” you hand him the chain and present your neck to him.

his scarred hands are no longer shaking, his touch achingly tender as he clasps the gilt necklace. in a moment of boldness, he drops his chapped lips, placing a featherlight kiss to the nape of your neck.

your hand immediately flies up to fiddle with the pendant. “i love it,” you whisper with reverence, before adding, “i love you. so, so much.”

christmas still feels foreign to zoro. but you have an uncanny knack of making everything feel loving and familiar, like second nature, like home.

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happy valentine’s day to my most beloved <3

i’m late.

it’s the only thought that buzzes around zoro’s mind—the only sound he can hear—nagging as a fly. he sprints down the bustling streets, darting through dank alleyways, dodging loiterers and tourists and townsfolk alike. he may have gotten lost along the way to his destination, but he can find his way back.

he always finds his way back to you.

the swordsman quickens his pace as he reaches the town’s outskirts, boots thumping heavily on the stone path that ambles through the forest and leads to the beach. the sun is setting—bidding daylight goodbye, the sky streaked with supple peach and sumptuous orange, wispy clouds alight.

i’m not cut out for this, zoro thinks to himself, afraid he won’t make it to you before the sun kisses the horizon. his heart thrums, but not just from physical exertion; he’s anxious to witness your reaction, to see your eyes spark with excitement, to watch your lips curve into an infectious smile. he’s wildly out of his depth, but he can’t help but feel like it’s worth it every time you cross his mind.

hopefully you will forgive him for being late.

when he reaches the beach, sand aglow and dotted with seashells, zoro spots you wandering along the shoreline. he stops for a moment and takes in the scene: your shoes are in one hand as you let the foamy tide wash over your feet, hair blowing in the salty breeze. his chest twinges and his breath grows shallow as he approaches you.

he reaches your side and you look over to him, a smirk curling the edges of your soft lips. “what?” the swordsman asks testily.

you giggle and shake your head. “you got lost on your way here, didn’t you?”

for once (he blames it on his nerves) he doesn’t argue. instead, he pulls out the gift that he has held tightly behind his back, thrusting it towards you. your gaze flickers down to the bouquet of stargazer lilies—your favorite flowers.

“what’s this for?” you ask as you accept the gift with a devastating smile, one that cracks open the swordsman’s ribcage and pierces his beating heart.

zoro huffs, brows drawn in a scowl, the faintest flush on his sun-kissed cheeks. “valentine’s day,” he mutters, steel eye darting between you, the ground, and the flowers in your hands. “you told me you celebrate it where you’re from, and today’s the fourteenth,” he explains. he prays he didn’t mix up the date.

“but,” you say, fingers delicately brushing one of the petals, “you don’t celebrate. you didn’t need to do anything for me. i—i didn’t even expect you to remember.”

“i remember everything about you,” zoro says before he can stop himself. his scarred palms caress your face with worshipful care. you lean into his touch, warm and comforting as the evening sun, and your lips brush his.

“thank you, zo.”

a lone tear drips from your lashes and rolls down your cheek, smearing between your lips and his own.

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Selfish risks

pairings: Levi Ackerman x (GN!) reader

genre: domestic fluff

summary: In the peaceful downtime spent together, Levi decides to risk asking an important question.

word count: 1,435

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54159382

The Scout headquarters is silent, most of the survey corps members have already taken themselves off to bed, greedily getting as much rest as possible before the next mission creeps up on them. Everyone has been working hard, with both training sessions and squad meetings running longer and longer each day, almost as if each scout could sense something approaching.

The wind howls outside the stone structure, rustling the leaves and causing the windows to rattle. You shiver despite the loud crackling of the fireplace inside your office, the amber flames fighting to keep the chill away.

The warmth and ambient sounds of nature do their best to lull you to sleep, exhaustion tugging on your eyelids as you force yourself to work through the night. A bad habit that you had picked up from a certain captain.

Your relationship with him over the years within the scouts had caused a few of his mannerisms to rub off onto you, for better or for worse. You’ve found that the recruits you are tasked to train tend to listen to you more after you picked up Levi’s “don’t test me” expression. However, you have caught yourself clicking your tongue in displeasure a lot more as well, much to the amusement of all those nearby to pick up on it.

The frantic scribbling of your pen grows louder as you try to rush the piles of paperwork towering before you. A small rumble breaks the silence as your stomach protests, unhappy with the dedication to the mountain of paper causing you to skip dinner accidentally.

You are so engulfed in the moment that you almost miss the gentle creaking of the door. You raise your head only to be met with tired silver eyes cutting through the shadows of the room.

Levi slowly shuts the door before pausing, simply watching you sign your name and toss the pen to the side, ignoring the halfhearted glare thrown your way as it rolls across the desk and onto the floor with a small clatter.

You stare at him for a moment, waiting for the small lecture about making a mess, even if it is in your own space. A lecture that, surprisingly, never comes.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" He says instead, his voice is gentle, yet you can sense the small reprimand within his words.

"Curfew doesn't apply to squad leaders and higher, I thought you knew that?" You shoot him a playful smirk that only grows with the withering look you get in response.

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"I know, there's just... so much to get through and I figured I would power through most of it while you were in the meeting with Erwin and Hange. Which seemed like a good plan considering how long it took."

Levi lets out a long sigh as he walks towards the armchair by the fire, flopping down onto the worn fabric. You smile at the sight, at how carefree and unguarded he lets himself be around you.

A sight some could never think to imagine when it comes to the aloof captain, but you know him better than most.

You get up from the desk, groaning slightly as your muscles scream in defiance. A sign that you have been cooped up on the uncomfortable wooden chair for far too long. The sound causes Levi's head to snap in your direction, only relaxing again when he notices you are in no real pain.

The sight makes you smile, even with everything he has to handle within the Survey Corps, he still always makes sure to look out for you as well. Even when he doesn’t need to.

His eyes track your every movement and you see a myriad of emotions swirling through them: exhaustion, concern, wonder, adoration and love all mix with the flickering amber of the fire within the gunmetal of his eyes.

He shuffles to try and give you some space beside him in the small armchair, only to frown in frustration and pull you into his arms instead. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, straddling his lap as you bring your hand up to run through his silky hair.

"Interesting meeting?" You whisper into his neck, not wanting to break the peace that has settled over you both. Something you both rarely get to cherish, yet heavily deserve.

The only reply you get is a small hum, he tightens his grip around you and peppers your shoulder with small kisses.

"Four-eyes has a new experiment they want to try out. Apparently, it's fundamental that Erwin lets them capture more titans for it." Levi says with a small grumble, his voice slightly muffled by your shoulder, clearly unhappy to remember what had held up the already late meeting for so long.

You go to open your mouth to speak, only for his low voice to cut you off instantly.

"And no, you're not helping them with whatever shitty plan they have in mind. You need to stop letting them drag you into their schemes so easily." He punctuates his words with a small flick to the centre of your forehead.

You let out a light laugh, the action sending a shiver across Levi's skin.

"How did you know I was going to suggest helping Hange?"

"I know you too well."

"That you do." You kiss his jawline, slowly moving towards his lips, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses as you do. He sighs when your lips finally meet his own, his eyes flickering shut briefly as you part.

"Marry me."

Your eyes widen briefly, shock and excitement rushing through you, you are almost certain you had misheard him if it weren't for the slightest blush covering his cheeks and the determined look in his eyes.

"Is that an order, Captain?"

He huffs out a small laugh, his eyes flicking up briefly before he reveals a small ring from the pocket of his jacket. A proud green jewel sits atop the thin silver band, your breath catches as it glints in the firelight.

"I could make it one if you wanted. I got fed up of waiting for some perfect moment or whatever that traditional bullshit is. There are no perfect moments in this world, not when titans could eat us at any moment." He pauses for a moment, his usually stoic voice faltering with emotions as he tries to hide his face from your unwavering gaze.

"Or so I thought until you made me experience peace in these moments with you. Then I realised that every moment where we are alive together is a perfect one."

You stare at him with wide eyes, not noticing the stream of tears running down your cheeks until you feel his calloused hand brush them away with a softness you couldn't begin to imagine.

"The thought of having someone to lose scares me, but you've made me realise that marriage or not, loving you has been a risk I've been taking for a while now. Might as well make you officially mine while we have the chance."

You let out a watery giggle as your hands dance along the fabric of his shirt, smoothing out any creases that dare to cling to him.

"You know, most marriage proposals don't have the implications of a horrible death woven into them."

"That's clearly where the poor fuckers are going wrong then."

Levi's eyes are soft as he watches you, his lips finally quirking up into a small smile as you let out an undignified snort at his comment.

"Yes, I will marry you."

You don't miss the way his shoulders drop with relief, nor the genuine joy that shines through his eyes. He delicately takes the hand you wordlessly offer him, taking his time to slide the ring onto your finger.

“Good, I want to risk being selfish. Just this once.”

You beam at his words, heart heavy as you place a soft kiss onto his lips before throwing your arms around his neck to pull him as close as possible. His arms quickly wrap around your lower back as he holds you tightly, his head resting against your chest.

He can almost sense the approaching comment from the way you jiggle with pure, albeit restrained laughter.

“Is it green to match our capes? Don’t get me wrong, love, you choose very well. A fact I’m sure you already know, but…is that the reason?” “Shut up.”

The laugh you give him in response warms both of your hearts more than the now-dying fire could manage.

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Always the embodiment of stoicism, Levi's eyes darted briefly to the others seated around the table, "Alright, brats," he began, "I trust you've all had a chance to prepare for the mission. Let's get started."

His office was not a place one would expect to find the sort of disarray it was currently in. The immaculate desk, with its precisely aligned pens and paperweights, was now a mess of scattered documents and various items littered across the floor. Even the stoic captain himself had a hint of exhaustion in his eyes.

As Levi droned on about their objective and the potential risks involved, another figure emerged from the door in the corner of the office, which led to the captains private quarters. Completely unaware of the meeting taking place.

The group couldn't help but glance back at you as you stepped into the room, Levi's grey t-shirt, barely clinging to your curves, leaving little to the imagination. Your hair was tousled from sleep, and there was a dreamy expression across face as you yawned and stretched, oblivious to the fact that there was a meeting taking place just a few feet away. Your entrance, combined with the current disarray of the office, revealed just enough to hint at what had transpired the night before.

The silence in the room was deafening as everyone continued to watch you, their minds racing with the same questions and speculations. Reiner cleared his throat, trying to focus on meeting at hand, but his gaze kept drifting back to you. Even Ymir seemed to be taken aback by the sight of you.

Levi, for his part, kept his composure admirably. He remained seated, his posture impeccable, his face impassive. His eyes flicked briefly to you before returning to his notes. This was normal for him. It was a masterclass in nonchalance for everyone else.

You, oblivious to the attention you were receiving, rubbed your dreary eyes and blushed lightly when you became aware of the roomful of people watching you, and quickly ducked back behind the door with a playful smirk on your face. "Oh... um, sorry," you mumbled. "I didn't realise the time." You say, looking at the clock.

Levi glanced at the others in the room, the various reactions from the group quite amusing. The smallest smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before turning his attention to you, his expression softer. He hesitated for a moment, then added, "I let you sleep in." There was a hint of a blush in his cheeks as he said it, but his voice was steady.

You looked up at him as your expression softened. "Thanks, Ackerman. You didn't have to do that." You say playfully. "Sorry for the intrusion guys, let me know when you're done." You say as you creep back behind the door and close it gently. The awkward atmosphere that fell over the room was almost palpable, as each of them struggled to process the unexpected intimacy that had been revealed between their fearless leader and his lover.

"Well, I suppose that answers some questions," Levi states calmy, taking a sip of his tea. Savouring the taste, he waited for a few more moments,

"Where were we?" Levi finally said, trying to regain their attention.

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Just a lil weepy thinking about post-war dadvi, his little boy (5? 6?) wanting to make tea for his Dad the way he’s seen him do it a million times, because he just loves him so much and admires him and wants to make him the happiest Dad in the world, but he’s still so little compared to the world around him, so he pulls a chair over to the counter and climbs on it, putting water in the teapot, opening the canister of tea leaves, and pulling a teacup - Levi’s favorite teacup - out of the cabinet. but his hands are small, and when he tries to climb down from the chair the cup slips from his hand and breaks on the kitchen floor.

So, naturally Levi comes hurrying (as much as he can on his stiff knee) into the kitchen to see what produced the noise, and finds the chaos his little one has produced on the counter, and him, kneeling on the ground, with shards of porcelain in front of him. And when his father stands in the doorway, he looks up at him, tears collecting at his lash line.

“I’m sorry, Daddy…” he’ll whimper.

“What happened?” Levi’ll ask in his usual monotone voice, but there’s a softness behind it.

And the boy will try to explain, tears rolling down his face, feeling so awful for making a mess, and for breaking his Dad’s favorite cup, and for not being able to take care of Daddy the way Daddy takes care of him, because he’s got Levi’s same bleeding heart beating in his chest, the one that wants to take care, the one wants to be strong and independent. But also his introspection, his emotion, his sensitivity and empathy.

And Levi’ll be transported back to his own childhood, the teacup that belonged to his mom, the one that they had to sell, the one he tried to get back, but couldn’t. And his heart will ache so bad to think that his child, his sweet perfect angle of a thing, feels even a fraction of the hurt he felt over a piece of porcelain, because of his utter devotion to him.

And he’ll take the boy in his arms, and he’ll hold him close, and he’ll tell him patiently and gently, in his Levi way, that a cup is just a thing, and what matters most is that he wasn’t hurt. And how much he appreciates the boy wanting to do a nice thing for him, but that what he was doing was dangerous, and how important it is that he be more careful, because stoves are hot, and chairs can tip, and broken porcelain can cut one of his 10 miraculous sweet little fingers, and there are thousands of teacups to replace what broke but nothing in all of eternity could replace the boy, living and breathing, that he holds fast to his chest. (His voice is quiet, words grammatically simple, and his tone is steady but his heart is physically ACHING and flailing in his chest from how much love is trying to squeeze into it rn)

And Levi tells his son, in plain English (Eldian? Idk?), that he loves him, and that he always will, because with a tiny mind and heart at stake, there’s no room for beating around the bush with that talk like he often does. And he tells him that his parents will help him to do whatever he wants to do, and to ask for help next time.

Because if only someone’d told Levi, when he was that small, that they would help him. If someone has just loved him, and ALWAYS been there… how much easier he could’ve breathed all those years. The prospect of not having to constantly be afraid to feel. To fail.

It’s all he can think about - how he can do better, give more, than what he had - even in a moment as seemingly small as this.

(I’m sorry.)

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romance alphabet ⋆ black leg sanji

summary: what it's like to fall in love with sanji

a ⋆ affection; how affectionate is he? how does he show his affection?

very. from the moment you wake up to the second you fall asleep sanji is showering you with his love. he’s always wanting to kiss you and hold you, even small touches are enough for him. he loves holding your hand all the time, interlacing your fingers together and rubbing circles on your skin.

sanji enjoys praise too. both giving and receiving. he’ll always compliment you, even on the littlest details that you may not even notice yourself. and don’t be shy to praise him too, he’ll become even more gushy the second you do.

b ⋆ best quality; what's his best quality as a romantic partner and why?

sanji cares about you. he’d put his life on the line for you anytime it be necessary. he would protect you to the ends of the earth even before you begin dating.

he’s also incredibly genuine with you. he’ll never let you doubt that he loves you. sanji tries his best to be honest from the start and show you how just much of himself he wants to give to you. he wants you to know if there is one thing you can count on, it is his love.

c ⋆ confession; would he confess his feelings first? if so, how would he confess?

of course he would. but in class sanji fashion, he proclaims he’s in love with you before he actually is. you’ll receive the doting/loving affection from him just as nami and robin do, but it’ll always be a bit…more. it’ll feel more special, more meaningful if you will. your stares last a little longer, his touch hovers a bit more, and you both keep yourself up at night thinking about the other.

sanji determines to make the moment meaningful, well-thought out to prove how much he truly cares. maybe a candle lit dinner or a picnic on some island, but he’ll ask to get you alone and somehow manages to tell you how he feels without a nosebleed.

d ⋆ dating; what is it like to date him? how is he as a romantic partner?

loving sanji is similar to living in luxury. anything that you desire, sanji would provide. had you so chose, you’d never have to lift a finger with sanji around.

he’d take over your night watch duty even if he had his just last night, he’d hand over his allowance just so you could pick out whatever you’d like at the next island, so on and so forth.

sanji wants you to know that he’d give you absolutely everything he could; that his love is limitless.

but like most of his traits, this is one of his biggest weaknesses. sanji doesn’t know how to properly behave as a romantic partner, unaware of the idea that relationships are suppose to be a 50/50 divide.

you will most definitely have to explain this concept to him and show him the reigns. because sanji never learned what proper love or a healthy relationship looks like, he has no idea how to function past giving all he has to you.

though, if you’re willing to teach him, he’s eager to learn anything with you!

e ⋆ emotions; how emotional is he with you? does he show his emotions right away or does it take time for him?

there are two answers to these questions. sanji is extremely emotional in the that he’ll cry, be happy, excited, all the basic emotions right off the bat.

however, he does have some walls built up especially regarding his insecurities and fears. sanji will cry because of how pretty you are or scream his lungs out proclaiming his love for you, that’s a given. but, when it comes to expressing how terrified he is to lose you or you discovering just how broken of a man he is, sanji is extremely closed off.

sanji doesn’t want you to see how ugly he thinks he is and is terrified that if he shows his real emotions that you’ll come to feel the same way that he feels about himself.

poor baby boy is so traumatized, he’s a lot to through, but he has good intentions, he promises!

f ⋆ flirt; how good is he at flirting? does he flirt well or often?

incredibly! sanji is such a smooth talker, he is aware that he could sweep you off your feet without even meaning to and that is why he’ll flirt with you any chance that he gets.

g ⋆ gifts; is he a gift giver? what kind of gifts does he enjoy giving you?

you already know the answer to this one.

most of his gifts are cuisine offerings, which is to be expected. a drink, a special snack, something that is perfectly constructed just for you. it’s always different from nami’s and robin’s helping in some way. maybe different plating, a garnish perhaps, and you think you’re crazy for it, but you swear you could taste the extra amount of love he put into it.

h ⋆ hugs; does he hug you a lot? what are his hugs like?

you know those videos of a baby animal and their mamas and the baby is clining to the mom? yeah, that’s you and sanji. he’s the baby, of course, and anytime he’s not busy in the kitchen, he has his hands on you.

his head rests in the nuzzle of your neck, arms tightly snug around your waist and his body weight slugs against yours. the usual heaviness that sanji carries with him is released once he’s in your arms. the way the calloused pads of his fingertips dig into your skin, he knows your hugs are the only thing keeping him safe, grounded to reality, and he’s letting you know it too.

sanji’s hugs feel like a sweet release, like a weighted breath he can finally get off his chest.

i ⋆ i love you; does he tell you that he loves you first?

yes. next question.

j ⋆ jealousy; does he get jealous a lot? if so, for what specific reason?

see, the thing about sanji is that his jealousy is derived from a place of not feeling good enough, not necessarily his capabilities as a boyfriend.

he honestly thinks he’s a pretty good boyfriend, he’s confident in that, but the second he sees someone offering you something that he values important in your relationship, he starts to doubt himself.

most likely, it could be something as small as someone else making you laugh or as big as being offered a drink or food, but it’s not possessiveness that’s driving him, it’s fear. fear of not being enough for you or that you could be offered more by someone else, it’ll definitely make him jealous.

k ⋆ kisses; what part of you is his favorite to kiss? how often does he enjoy kissing you?

back of the hands, your shoulders, and your lips, obviously.

sanji tries to kiss you at least once every hour, MINIMUM. he would go out of his way to make sure you’re getting kissed and thoroughly adored every single day.

l ⋆ love language; what’s his love language?

considering the abuse and torment he has received as a child, sanji responds best to words of affirmation. he responds incredibly well to praise and feels most valued when you’re telling him how good of a boyfriend he is.

it might be handy to keep one of those gold star sticker sheets with you.

m ⋆ memories; what memories of you two are the most precious to him? why does he treasure them?

sanji has a plethora of answers to this question, too many to count, not enough hours in the day to explain them all.

the main ones that come to mind are when he first falls in love with you, when he realizes how much you love him too, and when the moment he knew he wanted to marry you.

each of these memories remained special, not just because of the general romantic significance, but because of how you made him feel. how each moment felt like the light of hope he had been missing, the warmth after being left out in the rain.

sanji cherishes these moments so much because you loved him, unconditionally, for who he was and everything that came with him.

not because he would (and probably has) begged for you to, but because you wanted to. you chose to. you chose him, and all sanji’s ever wanted was for someone to want him the way you do.

n ⋆ nicknames; what nicknames does he prefer to call you, if any at all?

my love, my swan, darling, mon ange, mon coeur. the french ones are his personal favorites!

o ⋆ on cloud nine; what is he like when he's in love? how different does he act when he's in love?

physically, his actions don’t seem to differ much from before. he’s loving, doting, obsessed with everything about you just as before, but it feels genuine now.

he’s not pathetically crying as an act of desperation, he’s telling you how pretty or smart you are because he’s being sincere.

sanji sees you for your feelings, your brain, your heart instead of your physicality alone.

but don’t worry, he’ll still appreciate all of you every second he can.

p ⋆ pda; does he openly express pda? how affectionate is he in public?

sanji most definitely loves pda more than anyone could.

showering you with affection is his way of thanking the universe for you, showing his appreciation and proving that you are being loved and adored just as you should be.

being affectionate with you in public is an act of worship. when he kisses the back of your hand or captures your lips in a sweet and swift kiss, he’s simply praising the universe for its most beautiful creation.

q ⋆ quirks; what are some things you’ve learned about him since being in a relationship?

despite how much he loves having you in the kitchen, he can kind of be a backseat cook. but he’s super nice about it, just a bit critical from time to time. with his sickly sweet tone, you honestly can’t tell though.

he also can't help but make faces whenever he tastes something that's a bit off. his nose scrunches up, his curly brows furrow and his tongue pokes out from his lips only slightly. he had no idea he even did that until you thought it was cute and pointed it out.

r ⋆ romance; is he a romantic partner? is he cliché or creative?

the first question is rhetorical in his so i don’t even need to answer it.

but, sanji is a very fine line between cliche and creative, he’s a little of both but in the best way! he’s kind, extremely thoughtful, and makes you feel as if you were in a 90s rom-com.

s ⋆ smooch; what was your first kiss like? where did it happen and was it planned?

your first kiss with sanji happened after he first asked you to be his. it was a quick, eager kiss that was pure adrenaline; when he heard you agree to date him, the excitement was too much to bear and he just had to kiss you.

after he realizes what he did, he’ll apologize profusely and say something along the lines of you deserving better. he’s a pretty good kisser though so you don’t mind it either way.

t ⋆ true love; does he believe you were destined to be together?

of course, he does, but he’d honestly say that about anyone he was dating...

u ⋆ ultimatum; what is a dealbreaker in his relationship?

for a long, fruitful relationship, sanji needs you to genuinely care about him. the only dealbreaker he could ever think of is if you don’t and that is all.

he doesn’t like himself enough to turn anyone who was willing to be with him away. sad, i know.

v ⋆ value; how important is the relationship to him? what is it worth in comparison to other things in his life?

your relationship is so incredibly important to sanji that it’s just about equal with being the strawhats cook.

w ⋆ wild card; a random relationship headcanon!

sanji is one of those boyfriends who likes to celebrate the silly anniversary dates. it could be by month; first month, second month, etc. or by event. so like anniversary of your first date, first kiss, first i love you, that sort of thing.

he also would offer to put his jacket on top of a puddle for you after it rained, though you deem the idea ridiculous and would gladly just step around it.

has a 10 step skincare routine and loves when you join him.

x ⋆ x-factor; what drew him to you?

in classic sanji fashion, he began worshipping you the second he knew you. you’re pretty and that was enough in the beginning.

but what drew his feelings beyond his basic affection was how compassionate you are. you cared for the whole crew the second you joined the strawhats, but the attention you gave him was definitely the icing on top of the cake.

you always offered to help him wash dishes after meals, asked about his day, and listened to his stories about his mom even when it wasn’t warranted. you were genuinely interested in knowing who sanji was, not seeking mindless gab to pass the time, and that is what had sanji falling for you before he even knew it.

y ⋆ yearning; when does he find himself missing you?

every second you aren’t together, sanji misses you. the air always feels cold, a distant chill that nips at his skin until your return.

he hates it and he knows that if he didn’t spend so much time with you, it wouldn’t hurt as bad when you were gone. but he’d be a fool to stop spending every second he could with you, he just loves you too much.

z ⋆ zzz; what is his favorite sleeping position? is he the big spoon or the little spoon?

sanji loves the front to front sleeping position, he loves holding you while also being able to see your face.

when he has the occasional nightmare, it’s comforting to not only be holding you but being able to see your face brings him back to reality. your relaxed features always soothe him, letting him know that he’s okay without any verbal confirmation.

on the occasion that either of you do want to spoon, sanji doesn’t have a preference of being the big or little spoon. you both take an equal role, it simply depends on the day.

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loves embrace ⋆ sanji x reader

summary: all sanji needed was a little bit of love to open up to you

notes: this was a modified request that takes place post whole cake, i suppose, so spoilers! angsty, sad sanji (sadji) x gender neutral reader! lots of comforting! no cw warnings! around 1,300+ words!

every morning sanji had a routine. he’d wake up fifteen minutes before his alarm, making sure to turn it off so as to not wake you. spending this allotted time drowning in your smell; he tangled his long limbs within yours and held you tightly to him.

he’d depart with a few too many kisses, surely bringing you out from your slumber, neatly fixing his side of the bed, and beginning his day with a spring in his step.

today was an anomaly of days, your eyes slowly blinking open, the room swallowed by a dim light. the overcast in the sky seemed to cause you to wake later than you anticipated, the clock on your wall reading 11:37 am.

the sheets beside you, usually folded over as pristinely as sanji could make them, sat in disarray. had it been anyone else, you’d disregard the notion; perhaps he had run too far behind schedule this morning.

but it was unlike sanji, even in a time crunch, to leave a mess in his absence. he was incredibly anal with situations like these, you knew him too well to brush the idea off as forgetfulness as you approach him in the kitchen.

the creaky door that franky keeps forgetting to fix would normally signal your entrance and cue your boyfriend to fawn all over you, but he remains behind the kitchen sink, not budging an inch.

his blonde hair hangs low, hiding his expression from you as he gingerly places the wet plates on the drying rack.

“sanji?” you question, investigating his face once he notices you’re there.

your brows furrow upon further examination; his blue eyes are accompanied by dark under eye bags and his milky skin is dull, the loss of color noticeable, even for his complexion.

“oh, my swan, how’re you? you missed breakfast.” he smiles, but the way his lips loosely hug, you know it’s purely a facade so as to not draw attention from you.

though you had only been dating for a few months, you knew you had to plan out your next moves carefully and approach the situation with caution. sanji would “i’m fine” himself death had he got the chance.

“was dreaming of you, so i didn’t really want to wake up,” you tease, earning a light laugh from him.

from this point on, he’d usually take the opportunity to discuss his night and what his dreams consisted of, but silence then falls over you two.

“did you eat?” you speak up.

he pulls his hands out of the water, drying them off on a nearby dish towel. “wasn’t hungry.”

as soon as he moves around the counter, you step in front of him.

you tsk in response, blocking him from exiting the area with arms crossed over your chest. “well, i’d like for you to eat something. you didn’t eat dinner last night either,” you reply.

sanji stares down at you, a melancholy look in his eye, but he obliges, dropping two slices of bread into the toaster.

“that’s it?” you argue, a mused smile curling his lips.

“i’m really not that hungry today, my darling,” he assures, leaning against the counter.

you know better than to accept that justification, arms reaching out to cage him between the kitchen and your body. “and why is that?” you ask, pressing yourself against his chest, eyes boring right back into his.

he flicks his gaze between your eyes, then your lips, and then your eyes, once again. he knows what you’re doing, but he bites anyway, strong arms hugging you snug against him.

“i’ve been a little sad these past couple of days,” he explains, another forged grin coaxing his features. it was the one of the first signs that he was asking you to dismiss this conversation.

“sanji—“

the toast pops from the toaster, causing the both of you to release your grip as he refocuses his attention on his unwanted meal.

with his back turned to you, you take it upon yourself to latch onto him again. “i can’t help you if you don’t talk to me sanji. i’m here. i want to help,” you whisper, a shaky breath escaping your throat right after. “please, let me help.”

your eyes shut tightly as the only response you receive is silence. sanji was never one to discuss his own feelings freely, it was something he had always deemed a luxury for a reason you hated reminding yourself of.

a shaky whimper reverberates against your body and you take the cue to release your grip, turning him around so that you can see him again.

his hand grips tightly onto his face, though it proves futile as a tear streams down his cheek; then another, and another, and another. his fingers twitch as they reach out for you, desperately seeking your warmth and comfort as his body slumps into yours.

sanji’s frame is much larger than your own, his strength of his weight was much stronger when he didn’t remember to hold back.

but you’re greedy for this vulnerability, soaking in every ounce that he’d offer as you wrap your arms around his neck.

his tears slowly seep into the fabric of your shirt, while he lets out a few more choked cries before confessing. “have i ever told you about my mother?” he finally speaks.

when he pulls away you shake your head, reaching up to wipe away the tears that stain his face. your gentle expression urges, pleads, for him to continue, an act that melts his heart.

“she was so kind,” he explains, a sad smile grazing him. more tears fall before he says anything, but you allow him that grace which gives him the time to finally gather himself. “she’s the reason i wanted to be a cook.”

the burning sadness that bites at your heart leaves you speechless, unable to fathom how he could’ve kept this inside for so long.

“i know she would’ve loved you.”

now, you have to bite back your own tears, the agony that accompanies his words hangs on to each sentence that tears at your heart.

“she passed fourteen years ago today,” he admits, a shaky sigh heaving from his chest.

as you watch his lip quiver, you pull him flush against you again, unsure if it was for his benefit or that he wouldn’t see the heartbreak that washed over your face.

“i’m so sorry,” is all you can mutter before the both of you sink to the floor, sobs now emanating from the both of you. “she would be so proud of you, sanj,” you murmur, a light cry echoing throughout the room.

sanji perches himself against the closed cupboards, his head rests against the wood as he wraps an arm around you.

“i miss her,” he admits, lying his head against yours.

you nod, only able to physically act in fear a verbal response would elicit more of your tears.

he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a worn, folded up picture.

the woman on the paper is stunning; her porcelain features mirror sanji’s, the resemblance being uncanny. “she’s so pretty,” you say.

sanji chuckles, nodding along, “yeah, she was.”

the both of you stare at the image for a couple of minutes, basking in the beauty that sanji’s mother had. you can’t help but admire the curvature of her lips, the shape of nose and eyes, all qualities that your boyfriend possesses.

“you look just like her,” you comment, reaching to grab his hand.

“so i’ve been told,” he breathes, finally able to catch his breath. “thank you, by the way.”

with a puzzled expression, you glance up at him. “for what?”

sanji shrugs, squeezing your hand within his. “listening to me. feels good to talk about her,” he confesses.

the air in the room eases, it hangs lighter over the both of you; rather than an all consuming fog, it sits delicately upon the both of you like a warm blanket on a cold day.

“that’s what i’m here for,” you emphasize, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

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