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Young Love ; Final Part

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𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘/𝐍 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬--𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐭? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐦.

( Ran x Y/N x Chifuyu— ethnic reader if you squint)

⚠️Mentions of: Teen pregnancy, cursing, abortion,

Previous Part; Part 4

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Recap~

Your rash footsteps practically forced Ran to back up from the door with haste. Your presence being forced in front of him as he realized he was not coming into your home space.

It was quiet, your eyes darting around the empty hall before falling on the taller male.

" Haitani."

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Your stare was blank.

Your eyes staring into the the man that once held your whole heart in his palms. The man that you once shared your being with, and spoke words that you never uttered again to. It was like your past flashed before your eyes, and unlike many—it did not bring you happiness and peace to see the young man with pigtail braids and a cheeky grin from all those years ago. Instead, you felt your eyes relax into a more grim and dark expression. This was not a pleasing sight to you, yet you pressed your tongue behind your teeth and swore not to say another word.

His own gaze was searing into you.

While your eyes remained fixed to his own, his eyes were traveling all around you.

Taking in your appearance, and letting his eyes wander especially at your stomach and exposed legs.

Your lower half— a part that drastically changes for a lot of woman after giving birth.

It was like a slap in the face as you let your eyes twitch in annoyance. You would've enjoyed your fresh motherhood body if not for the hardships and torture that came with being a single, and teen mom all by yourself.

So while you were looking at his eyes, Ran Haitani was looking at your figure.

Finally, his eyes came back up. Dragging them up to your face as a grin slowly drew onto his own.

In a second, Ran's gaze became more intense than your hate filled stare could ever be.

" You look magnificent love."

Ran Haitani looked like he was worth millions of dollars.

" Don't call me that."

Your response was quick, and the look in his eyes intensified shortly after.

" Don't tell me you're mad at me?" Ran asked you as he tilted his head to the side.

" I am."

" It was 9 years ago—"

" What do you want?"

Ran stared down at Y/N with sharp eyes. The grin on his face slowly faded away when he took in her firm frown and almost dead eyes. Her words were sharp and harsh, and her face showed no interest in his presence. It was like she had other things to be doing—things this were more important than seeing Ran after all these years.

Ran hated the feeling, and it was expected since he has always been the master at capturing attention.

And he was once a master at capturing and holding your attention.

Ran shook his head, his lips staying still as the sly grin showed in his eyes. " Did you get my envelope?"

You stared at Ran, and for a second you contemplated telling him another answer.

" I did."

Ran raised a brow at you. " You've always had manners. No thank you or anything? No—' thank you Ran for setting me straight for the next few years!'" He mocked with an attempt to sound like you.

Finally, the look of disgust took over your face. Embodying every thought you had on your mind about Ran Haitani.

" You want me to thank you?" You asked in shock. " You want me to thank you for showing up after almost 9 years?! What the hell do you think this is?!"

Ran's expression changed immediately. " Stop yelling." He sneered at you. " And don't think for a second that I came here for you—"

" Yeah I know," you cut him off with a laugh.

" You came here for Haruki, which you won't be setting an eye on."

Ran's face morphed to one of pure anger, and you found absolute pleasure in his expression—whether it was temporary or not.

You had opened the door for Ran for no specific reason. There was no thought in your mind to invite him, be nice to him, or let him see his son—let alone set an eye on him. Yet, you also didn't open the door for him with the intent to let the whole floor hear your baby daddy business, or for Chifuyu to hear you from all the way inside.

You didn't plan your approach to Ran Haitani, but with the words Ran had said to you—you wanted to believe that he didn't plan his approach either.

You didn't even realize that Ran had raised his voice, and was now talking to you at a tone that rivaled your own.

At the thought of Chifuyu, your mind wandered back to the two boys inside your complex.

" Stop fucking yelling." You sneered at Ran.

Ran gritted his teeth when he realized you weren't even concerned about anything he just said. " Why? So the fuck boy inside doesn't hear us?!"

Your eyes widened, and you could see the hint of amusement in Ran's orbs as you stared at him.

" What? You didn't think I would hear that right?!" He said as he laughed insanely at your expression. " You have a whole other dude around my son!?"

Your body was hot, and getting hotter by the second when Ran spat out words that were equivalent to utter rubbish. As you stared at him, your eyes began to soften as your mind wandered. Wandering back to the times you spent crying as a 17 year old girl. Exposed to the harsh realities of " love" after being blinded by it for two years.

You, a once dumb 17 year old girl—who had boldly declared to keep her baby despite her age, often found herself holding a hanger. Standing in a tub with a hand clamped over her mouth. Her thoughts racing around as tears streamed down her cheeks like an endless river.

You who lost everything over stupid decisions you had made in the two painful years of your life. Years that left your teenage era ruined and in shambles before you could even realize it was breaking.

" You left me."

Your words were as clear as day. Straightforward and firm as you blinked back the small tears that had managed to make way to your eyes.

" You left me with your kid Ran." You continued with a tremble in your voice. " You have no right to track me down or show up."

Ran's lips were parted, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

He just had his eyes on you. Wide, blinking, and filled with emotion.

" Y/ N that was 9 years ago. I was a kid—"

" I was a kid too!" You interfered before Ran could finish his words. " I was a kid, literally, but I still gave birth to Haruki at 18! 18 fucking years old Ran! I could've got an abortion, killed myself, or used that fucking hanger that I promise I picked up more than once! But you know what! I didn't do any of that, and I was still a kid! And now you want to show up to me with 2 million dollars as your fucking pocket money?!"

At this point the sadness and hatred was shown openly in your eyes. Tears spilling and all vulnerable in front of your ex boyfriend. Someone you once considered to be the most important person to you.

Young love. It's so bitter and often ends horribly.

The usual stories of the amazing " bad boy" falling for the " good girl". The popular wanting the lame that sparks up conversations everywhere. Young love was an innocent type of love. The love where you're still figuring out yourself, and maneuvering around your feelings. After years of only telling family that you love them, you finally want to see what it means to love someone else that's not family. See what it means to blush, have your heart pound super fast, and get nervous in the presence of a person you're infatuated with. It was a new type of love that always took away a morale from someone, and whether they got that morale back at some point in their life is unknown.

Young love was an experience between kids. Between people who had the mind of a kid. Who were placed in situations that they stood stranded and confused in, after all, love isn't an easy emotion to explain.

So when you and Ran, both kids, fell " in love", it was time to question your real emotions.

You know you were infatuated with him. You loved the thrill he brought you, the attention you got, and the looks he gave you. You lived for it, and even though you were at war with yourself at 17–you still found peace, and that was through Ran.

He gave you belonging in a world that you never thought you would be in. Belong in.

And at the time you thought you were doing everything right. You're grades didn't drop like most smart girls did when they got boyfriends. So you labeled yourself as successful.

That was one of the many delusions you had made in your mind during your first love.

" What do you want me to do?"

Ran's voice was quiet. So quiet you didn't quite catch what he said.

But he stood there, watching you cry with his grin long off his face, and his posture almost defeated.

You blinked, your hand immediately coming to aid your wet cheeks. " I want you to leave."

The words were bitter on your tongue. They came straight from your heart and not your brain. You didn't think of your response to his question, and the true question behind Ran's question.

Should I come into Haruki's life or should I go?

And you had told him to go.

The look on his face was pleasing to your now bitter heart.

" What are you going to tell him?"

You were surprised that he was still calm.

You shrugged your shoulders. Setting your arms at your slide and blankness filled your eyes.

" We can't even..." Ran's eyes wandered, as if he was contemplating to say his next words.

" We can't even co parent?"

" Why do you want to see him all of a sudden?" You were harsh with your tone, and with the way your face twisted in. " No one needs your presence around anymore. I've done enough charity work."

" I've"— you were speaking from the heart of a broken 17 year old girl.

You could see Ran's face twist, as if he was about to make a comment about your wording.

" Me and Haruki are perfect without you." You quickly added to cover your self centered words. 

Ran stared at you. Eye contact so firm yet weak. It didn't make you nervous like it used to, or make your cheeks burn and your ears tingle.

" So..."

You continue to stare as he gulped. Blinking intensely for whatever reason as his eyes traveled the empty halls. You watched as he settled his gaze on your complex door.

" So I can't even meet him? Say Goodnight?"

You stuttered mentally.

How can you say no?

You stared at Ran, and you could see it in his eyes that he was pleading. That he really wanted to say "Goodnight", to see his child, even after 8 years of absence.

" Just say Goodnight and leave right after. I won't bother your little boy toy—"

" Okay."

" Wait really?" Ran's eyes were wide. Clearly not expecting that response from you.

It usually takes Haruki ten minutes to fall asleep after being put to bed. You were sure he was still slightly awake.

You inhaled a deep breath, turning your body away from him. " Yeah."

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" This way."

You made no effort to call out to Chifuyu personally when you and Ran walked through the house. The footsteps of two different people loud and clear. But you were sure that he was aware it was you and a companion buy the sound of your voice. That way, he didn't need to worry if it was intruders of any sort.

" Nice place."

You didn't respond to Ran directly, only nodding your head as you continued to move to Haruki's bedroom.

You came to a stop at his closed door.

" He should be asleep." You started as you looked to Ran. " But knowing him, he's probably fake sleeping until he falls asleep."

Ran nodded, eyes fixed on the closed white door. " So do I go in?...."

You shrugged your shoulders and tilted your head in a manner that gave mixed answers. Both " whatever you want", and "yes".

Ran inhaled a deep breath, and you could hear the shake in it. As much as you tried not to care, you could see the way his hands fumbled around for an imperfection on his clothing. Wanting to occupy himself by cleaning up his appearance, which was a sign of nervousness for Ran.

But how could you laugh at him?

It's been practically 9 years and he was finally about to see his son, and not in a manner that was joyous.

" Whenever you're ready." You mumbled to Ran.

You could see the appreciation on Ran's face from your words, but the moment you said it you instantly regretted it.

You didn't have his encouragement for the last 9 years. So as you leaned back, it was words to yourself to not engage anymore.

You watched as Ran stared at Haruki. You would've thought that your boy was sleeping  with the quiet inhales and exhales that showed expert signs of sleep. He could be faking, but Haruki's fake sleeping isn't good. Not as good as this.

Chifuyu must've tucked him in real good. You thought to yourself as a look of content settled into your eyes.

Ran was silent. The only thing being heard in the room was Haruki's humidifier that was sitting beside him.

You narrowed your eyes at Ran's head. As far as you were concerned, you didn't bing him here to watch Haruki sleep. It's either he gets involved, or goes away.

You don't need him to watch from afar.

It's better if Haruki continues to not know him, than Ran making himself known; and then ghosting.

" Well it looks like he's actually sleeping." You started in a hushed voice. " If you're not gonna say anything than let's—"

" Hey kid."

You stopped talking immediately.

" I know you're sleeping right now..." You watched as he observed Haruki for a short moment, all while gathering up the words he wanted to say. " I'm your biological father...your dad....in some way."

Part of you felt absolutely cold to Ran's words, having heard similar things yourself. Then another part of you kept your eyes pinned on Haruki; thinking about how happy he would've been to hear those words.

You shifted your weight onto your other leg, your brows furrowing as you studied Haruki's breathing.

He definitely wasn't hearing all of this.

" I'm sorry." Ran added, shuffling a little to stare closer at his son. " To you and your mom."

Ignore.

And you did. You pretended not to see the look Ran gave you.

" You done?" You suddenly spoke. Startling yourself with how harsh your tone was.

Ran looked at you. A look of utter shock on his face, like he was in disbelief to what you were saying. But another part of his expression  seemed to be begging you for more time.

" He's literally asleep Y/N."

You didn't even argue with Ran, for you don't know why you spoke to begin with.

All you did was give a court nod, taking a step back; as if you were removing yourself from the room, yet you remained inside and present.

" Right." 

You refused to listen to whatever Ran told Haruki for the next three minutes,

—not wanting to intervene on the 5 minutes he's getting with him.

—Not wanting to say anything that will make it seem as if you miss him, or yearned for him for years, or want him back.

So you kept quiet, not saying a word.

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Ran was crushed—

And his pride couldn't even deny it. Nothing about what just happened went how he planned. How he thought it would go. He thought he would have the upper hand, that he would keep his grin on the whole time because it was going how he wanted.  He thought that you would be compliant, and now that he looks back at it; he wants to slap himself because you were never overly submissive. He's adapted to his lifestyle as a Bonten Admin, having more power than he could ever imagine. Having everyone wanting him, and always getting what he desires. 

Truth hit. You didn't want him like every woman does, and Ran didn't get what he wanted.

He sighed frustratedly, feeling his stomach curl up as a bile rose in his throat. This was a horrible thing that he rarely felt.

He wanted to cry.

Ran wanted to just stay in his car and fucking think about all the shit he's done wrong. He already knows what he did was wrong, and he didn't finally except it until his younger brother physically beat it into him. Even so, after Rindou's beating, he still didn't go into the matter with a grown mentality.

His brother could barely even look at him, his ex truly didn't give a shit about him anymore. It's fair to say that you hated him at this point.

" Fucking hell.." he cursed as he ran a hand down his face.

A part of Ran didn't even want to ask for co parenting, because he truly didn't deserve it.

He willingly walked away from the lifestyle of being a parent, and didn't make the effort to go back when he became finically stable.

He took away the opportunity of Rindou being an Uncle the day he walked out on you. He took away your freedom to live out your big 18 freely, wildly, and to be a young and free adult.

Ran wanted to ignore the ringing of his phone badly.

He did not want to answer whoever was calling him. Especially when he was sure his voice would shake because of his current emotional state.

With a deep breath that held all his irritations, he dug his hands into his pockets to pick out his phone. He couldn't afford to ignore a phone call, especially with his occupation. It could be Mikey, his brother—as much as he is angry at him, or just important Bonten duties in general.

The moment Ran saw his boss's name on his ringing phone, he answered the call immediately.

" Hey Boss."

It was silent on the other line, and for a moment—Ran thought Mikey would have a negative reaction to him not answering on time. Even though Ran did answer, he left the boss ringing for too long.

" Boss?—"

" That took an awfully long time."

Ran inhaled a deep breath quietly, letting his head tilt over to the side. " Yeah I was just um...I was—"

" You're not at a house or apartment right now." Mikey didn't sound upset. " Stop by my office."

Ran blinked, his lips parting to ask why but the phone cut before he could.

Ran could only stare at the contact list projected before him. His eyes on his most recent phone call, and his thumb itching to call back his boss. Why was Mikey even paying attention to his location? Most importantly, how long has he been watching over him?

It would be bad, totally horrible if Mikey perhaps thinks that he needs to be aware of Y/N's location or business. It would be the biggest mistake Ran would make in his life if Mikey ordered something to happen to Haruki and Y/N. He would truly never forgive himself.

The thought alone made Ran uncomfortable.

Nevertheless, Ran pushed his feeling to the side and made his way to the headquarters as he was ordered to do. Specially to meet Mikey in his office. The drive there was silent, Ran's hand occasionally twitching when he let his inner thoughts and concerns flood his mind. The sight of his sleeping son plagued his mind the whole way to the headquarters. It was in that moment that Ran stood in the same room as his ex girlfriend/ baby mama, that he actually began to rethink and regret choices he's made in his life.

Rindou was right about everything he said, and meeting his child one-sided after 9 years didn't help defend Ran. It only made him feel more shitty.

" You took long enough." Mikey's dead voice said as Ran closed the door behind him.

Ran didn't even bother giving Mikey an excuse or sneaky grin. All he did was bow 90 degrees and mumble a ' sorry' as a response.

" Did everything go to shit?"

Mikey's question boiled undeniable anger in Ran that he knew was best to conceal.

" It was...it went a little off track— I suppose I can say."

Mikey tilted his head at Ran, clearly not believing a word he had said. " A little? I thought you were confident it would work in your favour?"

Ran was no fool. He could now clearly hear the teasing in his Boss's words. " I have no say."

" How long have you known?"

Ran's eyebrows furrowed immediately, and he couldn't help the stare he fixed onto his boss.

" I told you up till today Boss."

Mikey tilted his head, walking to the window do his office. His back turned away from his underling as he gazed at the dark view.

Mikey was certain that Ran was lying, and judging by his brothers behaviour, he can say he was correct.

Mikey guessed that Ran has known about his kid for a while in some way. His behaviour and wording over the last few years never poked Mikey weirdly. Haitani looked like the type to have baby momma's—plenty, in fact. But the meaningless jokes he made over the years slid past everyone easily. But now that he looks back at it, Mikey doubts Haitani is just finding out.

" I know what you've told me." Mikey started.

" And I know it's a lie. You've always known you had a kid—in some way."

Ran kept quiet, opting not to give a response that might end up coming out snarky to his boss.

After a long day, and horrible last few days due to the aftermath of his fight with his brother—Ran wasn't in the mood to be interrogated about his failed life as a father. As a man who left his girlfriend to defend for herself during pregnancy.

No excuse can hide the truth of what he did.

" I'm right. Aren't I?"

Ran started at Mikey, distress taking over his face as he slowly nodded. No longer was he trying to hide his own disappointment in himself with a sly emotion.

Mikey started at Ran. The men in Bonten have been by his side for a while. For years.  Even though there was a loneliness in his being from the absence  of people he grew up with, Mikey still acknowledged what his subordinates have done for him. Building this empire, and dedicating their lives to Bonten. Remaining loyal to him.

The idea that Ran hasn't been around his son, yet has been beside Mikey for years sparked something in the boss.

" Why don't I let you off for the rest of the project?"

Ran perked up, not expecting that response after the Boss's long silence. " That's not necessary—"

" It is." Mikey immediately interfered. " Take time to know your kid. To build a relationship with your baby mother."

Although Ran was grateful for the time off to have an opportunity, he wasn't sure that was possible anymore.

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" Who was that last night?"

Chifuyu asked at the island counter. You had both dropped Haruki off at school today. Showing up in Chifuyu's black BMW, a beaming smile on all your faces as if you were a little family. You were sure you surprised the teachers who've been seeing you man free for the last couple years. So now here you and Chifuyu sat at the island, eating breakfast as the tv played lightly in the background. A calming aura surrounding the complex, with the beautiful day light flooding in. The deep yellow sun now painting your house the same color.

" If you don't mind me asking." Chifuyu quickly added. " You didn't seem too happy, but I didn't want to rile you up more."

You cleared your throat, chewing on your eggs as you blinked. " He was— um..."

What was he?

Who was Ran?

Your baby daddy?

Your ex?

Which one of those facts did you want to admit to Chifuyu?

" You don't have to answer Y/N..." he trailed off lowly.

" He's my ex boyfriend." You shook your head quickly, gathering the courage in your throat.

" Haruki's biological dad."

You could see the shock that came across Chifuyu's face with the small movement your eyes made.

" Oh..." he said as he slowly nodded. " That makes sense."

You stared at your plate as something bubbles in your gut. You felt the need to explain things to Chifuyu further. To enlighten him that you and Ran were nothing, and to clear all worries he might have in his mind right now.

" We used to date when I was younger." You started as you chewed your final bit of food.

" We were together for a long time. We were...in love—I guess you could say. I mean, young 17 year old me really was attracted to the concept of love y'know? So attracted that I made a stupid decision that cost me my teenage and early adult years. Not that I...regret it...though. Well...now that I look at it I don't regret it. I ended up fine. But when he left after I told him the news, that's when I felt regret."

You didn't mean to make Chifuyu stop eating. Make him drop his fork as he stared at his plate in silence.

" It took me a while to adapt to life as a single mother." You continued, your tone more somber than before. " As a young mom especially. I had to do such gut wrenching things...."

Immediately you thought of that bitter moment in your bosses office. Young you didn't understand why that was happening, and there is nothing present you can say to defend those actions. You had felt so filthy that day, and it often nit picks at your mind.

" I'm sorry." You quickly apologized to Chifuyu; standing up. " The night ended horribly yesterday, and we all had so much fun; yet I'm dumping all of this shitty information on you that's probably making you second guess everything that we said—"

" I'm not second guessing anything." Chifuyu sounded certain, and as he raised his head; you knew there was nothing but truth behind his words. " I've always known you suffered with Haruki for a bit—before you met me. I just never knew it was all of...that."

Your face melted, lips parting as you fell speechless.

" I can see it in your eyes, the way you carry yourself, and the way you raise and discipline Haruki. There was a sad story behind you. There is a sad story behind you. I just didn't say anything, but I know Y/N."

For a second you stared at Chifuyu. " His father wanted to talk to him last night. But he was sleeping."

Chifuyu got quiet, letting you talk.

" I felt so bitter. Even after being certain for the last 9 years that I didn't want him around ever again. I'm saying I hate him, but I don't know if I genuinely do." Your lips curled into a snarl as you spoke. " I hate what he did to me and Haruki though. How he left."

Chifuyu reached for your hand, seizing it gently as he pushed his plate to the side. " You should talk to him, Y/N. You don't need him, that's a fact, but maybe Haruki might want to have him around."

Haruki might. Why would Haruki want his father around who left him while he was in the womb? Why would he want his father when he had his mother who cared for him x10?

Chifuyu gave your hand a squeeze due yo your silence. " Haruki doesn't have a reason to hate him, since he's so young. You do. But you can't project it onto Haru."

Why was Chifuyu willing to understand Ran?

" What about you?"

Your question made Chifuyu raise a brow.

" What about me?" He asked back. " This isn't about me Y/N. And Haruki's dad being present won't effect our relationship."

" I really don't know why he's coming back now.....almost 9 years later." Your eyes averted as your spoke, and by your tone—Chifuyu can tell that you were also asking yourself.

" It's never too late to build a relationship with your child." He said with a small sigh. Your rather bitter energy was no longer concealed. Your anger for Ran was noticeable—yet understandable, so Chifuyu didn't see the point in downplaying it anymore.

" Yes it is." You countered with a a teeny raise in your voice. " Your kids are adults and now you want to get to know them? Please. It's too late."

" Maybe," Chifuyu shrugged, pinning a gentle look on you.

" —But I wouldn't mind if my dad showed up today."

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6 Months Later,

" This is the first time I'm not near Haruki the month of his birthday."

Y/N said as she filled a duffel bag with various of things. She had made a deal with Ran, one she now reflected to be far too generous. He can have Haruki for two weeks. Not just a regular two weeks like they usually did, but the two weeks before his 9th birthday. Haruki started counting down for his birthday exactly three weeks before, and he had began his countdown recently. The duffel bag was filled with Teddy's, toys, homework practice sheets, hair supplies, and snacks that Haruki's likes to eat. You didn't give a two week supply of snacks, if Ran cared he would buy it again when they run out.

" You're overpacking." Chifuyu said with a sweat drop as he dropped Haruki's luggage in the foyer. " It's only two weeks."

You scoffed at his words. " It's like preparing for a babysitter. He's never taken care of Haruki before. So yes, over packing is necessary."

You didn't need to look back at Chifuyu to know he was frowning. " I know it sounds mean, but we both know it's true. I mean... I did the same to you for the first week."

" Yeah that makes sense." Chifuyu said with a sigh, watching as you stuffed the last bag of chips inside. " You called off right?"

" Off of what?"

" Lord have mercy Y/N..."

You turned to Chifuyu with a raised brow as he rubbed his forehead. " What?"

" Babe you are so forgetful." He said with a laugh that sounded almost pained. " —Called off of work."

You're eyes widened to saucers as you stared at him. Your job at the bar was still the same. Bonten had raised the pay of the workers by a lot, and your pay was more than triple what you were getting before. The place was busy all the time, and the tips you got from the rich men and women that you served were insane. You remember receiving your first tip from a high level man after the two week renovations, and you were shook. It was equivalent to your monthly pay check at the time.

Life became much easier despite how dangerous your job had become.

The money Ran gave you and your money combined was all Haruki needed for school. So you were done taking out money from your pay check to Haruki's school life, and it sure saves you a lot.

So in result of all these good things, you now work 4 times a week. Specific days where your admirers mostly show up and drop a hefty tip in your pocket. Your life was stable, and you always had extra money to the side at the end of every week. Never did you think you would be paying bills early, and here you are.

" Shit!" You cursed after your moment of silence. " Can you please call in for me while I get Haruki from his room?! How could I forget!?"

You watched as Chifuyu nodded. Taking your phone to make way to your contacts before taking off to another room.

Ran should be here soon. Maybe in the next 20 minutes, and you were sure you had everything packed and ready for him. You rose to your feet, staring at everything as you mentally checked things off in your head. As far as you were concerned, you had everything ready for Haruki to have an ensured good time with Ran. This would be their first initial bonding time together as father and son, and you had boosted the amusement of this by packing recreational things. Something you didn't have to do.

" Haruki!" You yelled for your son. After all, he was the only thing unchecked on your mental list. " Your father will be here soon! Come down!"

You immediately cursed yourself when you realized you were supposed to go to Haruki, because Chifuyu was on the phone with your bartending Manager.

Ding, ding.

Talk about 20 minutes.

You don't ever remember Ran Haitani being early. Praise the lord if he was ever punctual, but 20 minutes early was far from on time. That's as early in a way that could be considered disrespectful.

But like Chifuyu said, it's never too late to change.

Ring, ring, ri—

" I'm coming!" You yelled before the third ring could finish. " Geez."

You'll have to apologize to Chifuyu later with all the yelling you're doing.

You opened the door with a face that was already flat because you had a good idea who was at that door.

" You're early."

Ran stared at you, his eyes skimming down to take in your appearance. Or more specifically, look over the rather formal clothes you were wearing in question.

" Well hello to you too Y/N," he said with a grin. Immediately letting himself in. " I'm glad you can finally call me instead of speaking through my brother."

You rolled your eyes at the subject he had settled to discuss upon. Out of everything Ran could've said, he had to bring up something like your behavior towards him.

" You can stop there, thank you." You said. Stopping him from proceeding any farther into your home. " Matter of fact, how is Rindou? I haven't talked to him since yesterday."

Ran stared at you for a good second. Hands tucked into his dress jacket. " Aside from our last conversation you haven't spoken to me in weeks."

You didn't know exactly what to say to Ran. You avoided him at work when Bonten would show up on any random day of the month. Always making an unexpected appearance once a month to relax in their personal recently built VIP section. You avoided confrontation with him, and only send videos and pictures of Haruki that you collect weekly.

You had no business speaking more with Ran Haitani. Your ex. Your baby father. Not when you were a woman in a relationship.

In fact, if it was up to you, you wouldn't speak with him at all. He's lucky he and Haruki's relationship is getting stronger, because that kid that resembles him is the only reason he'll ever hear from you.

" I've been busy." You shrugged off as a final answer. " Let me call Haruki down again—"

The call of his name immediately followed with an answer and footsteps. You gave a look to Ran that told him he wouldn't be present any longer to interrogate you.

" Daddy!" Haruki called with joy as he made contact with the cold floors. " Daddy's here!"

The sprint he made to his father was adorable.

Ran welcomed Haruki with wide arms, lifting him up into the air almost immediately. Just like how Chifuyu always did, but Ran added the extra spins.

" Hey buddy," he said as he hoisted his almost 9 year old son on his hip. " How you doing?"

Haruki smiled brightly as he stared into the same colored eyes of his father. " Good!"

You watched as Ran pressed a quick kiss to Haruki's forehead before lowering him back down to the ground.

" So I'm guessing you got everything ready?" Ran asked you with a big inhale. " The trip is going to be me, Haru, and Rin only."

You nodded. Lifting the luggages you packed as you nodded Ran over. " Yup. I called the school about his vacation also. You're set."

Ran removed the luggages from your hold before you even had the opportunity to put them in drag mode.

" Thanks." He said as he towered over you.

" I know this whole thing is new to you, and me too, so thanks for letting me have another chance."

You settled a small glare on him as you scoffed. " You're acting like you wouldn't have found a way to get what you wanted anyways."

Ran quickly shook his head at your words. Denying them. " Never. I'm truly thankful to you."

With the look in Ran's eyes, you knew he wasn't lying. That gaze hadn't changed since you guys were teenagers. It was the look of genuine words. He often fixed such a look on his brother, but you were able to be on the receiving end sometimes. Even now, into your adulthood, Ran still managed to allure you in with ways only you would understand.

How could you possibly go on hating him? It wouldn't do any good, and it was really only affecting you.

You weren't sure if it was forgiveness that flew through you...

" No need to thank me." You shrugged, taking a step back. " I'm just doing it so Haruki has fun."

Ran nodded, but you were sure he saw through it. " I just hope one day we can make me and you work out aga—"

" You guys are leaving already?" Chifuyu asked as he walked in. " At least let me see you off buddy."

Haruki immediately ran to hug the blonde man, and you couldn't help but notice that Ran had a new interest to stare at.

" I'm going to miss you..." Haruki mumbled.

You smiled faintly at the soft interaction.

" You'll have fun with your dad and uncle."

Chifuyu gave Haruki one last hug before he let him run back to his father. " Hello Haitani."

Ran hummed in acknowledgment, watching as Chifuyu joined your side.

He let his eyes roam the matching formal wear you guys wore. Looking over at the clothes that clearly showed you two would be accompanying each other somewhere tonight.

" Say bye Ruki." Ran urged as he opened the door to exit.

You waved bye to your son with Chifuyu standing by your side. Words to bless them of a good trip filled with fun memories with his uncle and father.

All while avoiding the eyes of the man you once called your lover.

" We met each other when we were young, before we knew enough about disappointment, and once we did we found we reminded each other of it."

—Nicole Krauss

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OP Men Failing No Nut November Headcanons(NSFW)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Bad Summary: Who last NNN and who doesn’t

Ft. Shanks, Sanji, Zoro

CW: Mentions of Sex, Pussy slapping, Oral, Teasing, Zoro is a complete ass, I may do a part 2

Sanji

He lost before he started

In all honesty he’d probably last…a few days, but that’s because he started touching himself again

You mentioned that you wanted to focus more on your training so you wanted to save your energy for the next month and not have sex

First off he started crying

But you said this because you all were getting into way more close calls than usual with fighting enemies and you wanted to prepare for the worse in case Sanji wasn’t there to save you

He did respect your wishes and so for the next 4 weeks there would be no extreme sexual contact between you both. Sanji even went as far as not jack off to practice self restraint.

After the first week it was painful for him but he managed to distract himself with practicing more recipes and training with you

Second week was a breeze, you both were able to sleep on separate sides of the bed without any issues

Now the third week…was a bit difficult for you both.

You noticed how much stronger Sanji got without having the distraction of sex and it got to you.

A lot.

You didn’t want to go back on your word so you had to do and you went into your shared room with him and you found yourself playing with your clit.

Unfortunately Sanji found you as well.

He’d be a liar if he said he was mentally cheering that you failed instead of how quick you were to cover yourself

“Y/N…. You been cheatinggg??”

“N-No! I—this is my first time I swear!”

He couldn’t even stay mad at you, your legs was spread, cunt was dripping, and he has been fucking his fist for way too long as you slept so you decided to “apologize “ by asking him to join you.

Sanji hovered over your pussy almost immediately

“I wish you would have just told me to at least eat this pussy, sweetheart I miss it…”

“But—-ah—-you were….mmmm doing so good!”

Without missing a beat he reminded you how much you missed his tounge and fingers. Sanji usually ignored his own hard cock for your pleasure but he couldn’t handle the strain anymore

You of course notice this and decide to do a move you never done: sitting on his face while sucking him off

Sanji never came so hard and quickly in his life

That don’t mean he was done though no no no. Sanji has so much stamina to make up for how fast he cums so best believe you both were busy that evening.

you both ended up failing NNN together <3

Shanks

Lmao @ you thinking he is even going to participate.

“No sex?? For a MONTH? The hell did I do—“

“Nothing! I just wanted to challenge us.”

He smirked like ^ and “agreed”

Shanks has been eyeing you the entire day, like a literal Shark watching it prey. For some reason the pure fact that you said “no sex” made him want you even more

You looked even better, your clothes looked sexier, your body looked more curvier and teasing

Shanks wanted you so badly.

He was a good boy and kept his distance though, not even touching you a little when beside you

The day went by completely smoothly until it was time to take a bath.

You were by yourself just about to dip your foot in the tub when you felt his heavy gaze behind you.

“Hey—!”

He insisted to bathe you, he claimed to have “no motive” behind it so he got behind you on the edge of the tub and scrubbed your body

He was such a sly dog grazing his hands through the thin towel over your nipples and just way too close to a certain place when he reached your inner thighs.

“Shanks…”

You moaned out his name, it shocked you both for a second but Shanks being the crafty guy he is he keeps teasing you and teasing you, and you know this but he swears up and down he doesn’t know what you’re talking about

It’s not until he eventually gets in the bath with you slowly scissoring inside you when you finally break and give him what you both wanted.

“You want it bad don’t you…”

Almost like he was amused by your greediness, you head on his shoulder, dark chuckle erupted from his chest turning you on more

“Y-yes please! More!”

“But y/n It’s only been a day? My big girl isn’t giving up already??”

His two fingers teased your clit in the water driving you mad, it was big soft circles that always made you spasm around nothing. Shanks knew your body like the back of his hand so getting you to give up was pretty easy

“‘M sorry Shanks Just…pleaseee…please fuck me…”

“You give up?”

“……”

He huffs and slaps your cunt making you pathetically bite your lip, “….yes.”

“Good Girl.”

It didn’t take long until he turned you around aggressively shoving his tongue down your mouth

He reassures you why the challenge was a stupid idea from the jump.

Zoro

“You’re such a needy little bitch sometimes you know that?”

You both had an argument right after having sex about who’s the most horniest so that’s how you both got here bickering butt naked in the bed.

“Oh because you constantly touching my thighs and ass every single day means you’re a saint—“

You and Zoro always have these arguments on who can last longer without sex so you finally wanted to put an end to this.

“Fine, put ya money where ya mouth is 1 week—“

“What?”

“One week. No pussy, no finger, no oral, not even kissing on the lips and whoever loses does whatever the other person says.”

Of course Zoro being Zoro he couldn’t back down to a challenge, but he had some conditions too.

He just never told you about them

The day goes by incredibly well, you and Zoro treated the rest of the evening normally

Which was good because it was all in Zoro’s plan

The days went by and he began to get more touchy, lingering hand holding, purposely moving against your bottom when he walks past you, he even started walked around the ship more shirtless than usual asking if you can watch him work out knowing how much that gets to you

You weren’t dumb though, you caught on pretty quick to his scheme and so you decided to play dirty too. You only wore probably some of the shortest and tightest clothing you could find, you’d constantly bend over in front of Zoro always hearing a small curse under his breath, sometimes you even whisper in his ear about the dirtest things knowing it gives a chill down his spine.

“It kills you seeing me wearing this, huh? You wanna fuck me that badly don’t you?” Zoro pokes his cheek out and chuckles looking forward ignoring you, you really are a piece of work

The teasing just increased to the point where you both were getting disgusted faces at the crew because you and Zoro THOUGHT you were being subtle in being all touchy feely, but everybody knew from the lewd comments/jokes and constant touching what you both were doing

“Can you both just get a room already!” Nami yelled out of annoyance seeing Zoro practically pin you against the wall. You felt embarrassed as hell not realizing you both were in the middle of the deck doing this, but Zoro didn’t care

Eventually that night Zoro decided to take it further in his teasing because he was tired of your bullshit

“What are you Doing?”

Zoro came into your room with nothing but pussy on his mind. He wasn’t really the type to have a high sex drive, but the simple fact that you decided to NOT have sex with him gave him every reason to want it, but he’d never admit that.

He wanted to break you and make you admit you want it.

He got on the bed shirtless and kissed up your legs and massaged them in between, he never answered you just kept doing what he was doing, if you were being honest you missed his kisses, you nearly fell into his Trap immediately but then your eyes widened

“Hey I said no kissing!—“

“You said on the lips….these are your legs…and these are your thighs….and this is your tummy….and these….are your breast.”

You were wearing one of his thin shirts, you felt your nipples get hard, Zoro of course notices and plants wet kisses through the fabric teasing around your sensitive nipples but you grumbled you couldn’t lose

You push him off and climb on top of him immediately attack his weak point: his neck

“F-fuck! Playing—dirty huh?”

To this day you both swear up and down either of you folded first. You believe Zoro did when his fingers glided against your slit and he says you folded when your hand palmed his cock

Either way that morning you both slept in and couldn’t remember a thing except the amount of times you both came in, on, and around each other.

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😩🤌👌

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬’ 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤.

my horny thoughts of shanks’ huge fucking dick cause i’ve been thinking and dreaming about his cock for some time now so might as well share it no?

18+ ONLY || MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT

i just knew that shanks has a really fucking huge dick like excuse me he’s a 39 years old, 199cm man for his own good. his dick at least is 20cm long with a really deep velvety red tip oh lord. a really long and thick vein that connects from his tip until his base. he’s more of a length type rather than thickness but he do has some thickness to it. with a slight curve cock he surely do taste fucking delicious. even the sight of it could make you cum untouched. when he’s fully erected it could grow until 28cm long. it stand straight rock hard with heavy balls ready to explode any moment. his dick definitely taste fucking good. has a very strong flavour, salty but it’s very addicting. smells manly as hell a dick of a very fine man. his cum, so fucking thick that you could choke on it. he cums so much that it could make your stomach full. so much, rather too much. his seeds taste bitter but also rich fatty flavour with a hint of sweetness to it. you literally could get drunk to it. shanks has the most mouth-watering, inviting, delicious-looking, addicting, legs spreading, deep throating, cum drinking, back arching, and pussy filling cock ever ong. his stamina also is no joke that if he’s super fucking horny he could fuck you for a week straight non-stop so you better get ready cause he ain’t stopping even if you begged.

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Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet Pt. 2 (Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Bartolomeo, Sabo and Law

AN- I hope you enjoy part two of OP character receiving a friendship bracelet! (You can find part one that included Roger, Ace, Shanks, Marco and Doffy here)

MasterList

Characters- Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Bartolomeo, Sabo and Law

Warnings/Contents-Fluff, All SFW, Mentions of fights, Law's is a little angsty and a bit longer.

I'll be posting a marine version tomorrow night including Koby, Garp, Smoker and Issho

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ More under the cut

Zoro

 🍶 Zoro was confused at first but smirked seeing what it said “Best swordsman huh?”  “You need to make one for curly brows that says “Dumbest cook.”

🍶  Immediately took that back saying he wants to be the only one you make bracelets for 

🍶 He noticed there was some spare room on the bracelet, so he came up with a idea to fill the blank spots

 “You were pretty tough.” Zoro said, putting his swords back into their sheath. “I’ll get my girl to add you to my bracelet.” 

 “Excuse me?” Despite being half dead, the  bloody man lifted off of the ground with a rather angry expression. “What the hell does that mean?” 

 “You see this?” Zoro bends down, showing the man the many beads decorating the bracelet. “They represent my victories, and since I won against you, she’ll add a bead to it.” The man could only give Zoro a baffled look knowing he was now nothing more than a mere bracelet charm. “Anyways, nice fight and all but I gotta go. Which way is the exit?”

 “To the left.”    

 “Thanks.”

 “You fool, that's the right!”

 (To bad the bracelet doesn’t have a GPS)

 Luffy

🍗 Rubber boy was very excited when you gave it to him

🍗Would walk up to strangers to show them saying “Y/N made me this, I bet you're jealous!” 

🍗The only person that was genuinely jealous was Sanji 

🍗 Tries to take good care of it, note TRIES

 

  “Y/n…..” You look and see Luffy peeking his head into your room with an unusual gloomy look on his face. 

  “What’s wrong Luffy?” He padded over to you and laid the bracelet, or more like parts of the bracelet in front of you. 

 “It broke earlier during the fight. ” You knew from his tone he felt bad. “I’m sorry.” 

 “It’s okay!” You rummaged through the remains and smiled realizing the damage wasn’t irreversible. “I can fix it.” The frown on your captain’s face was finally replaced by that wide smile you know and love. “I’ll even make it more durable so it’s harder to break!”

  “You’re the best.” Luffy nearly sent you to the floor as he snaked his limbs around your body. “Also can you make one for my other wrist?”

“Sure what do you want it to say?”

 “Meat.”

  (I mean it’s Luffy, what did you expect?)

Sanji

 💛-You might as well have proposed to the man

 💛- Picks you up immediately and starts spinning saying “We might as well plan our wedding~”

 💛- A little bummed to hear you weren’t proposing, but is still eccentric that you made him something 

 “What kind of fighter doesn’t use his hands?” The beaten looks up at Sanji

 “Listen pal, my hands are only meant for two things. For Cooking…” His serious face scrunches up to his signature lovestruck idiot. “And for wearing bracelets made by my dear Y/N-Swan~” 

 (Please make this man more bracelets)

 Bartolomeo

💚 -His soul ascends into the clouds seeing that you made him something (Bonus points if your a straw hat pirate)

💚-Would fall to the ground and cry for a good half hour claiming he was “unworthy.” 

💚- But despite loving the bracelet, he NEVER wears it

 “Look at what was bestowed upon me.” He proudly holds up a small display case. “A friendship bracelet handcrafted by none other than Miss Y/N.” 

 The entire Strawhat lovers congregation would ooh and awe at the encased bracelet.

 “I could sit all day and bask in the sheer awesomeness.” Bart hits the floor with tears running down his face. “I just…I love her so much.”

 “Oh no boss man’s going down!”

  “What do we do?!” 

 “I don’t know, but we better figure something out. Were losing him!”

 Luckily after a cold towel and some fanning, the Barto Club was able to revive their green haired leader.

  (Please do not make this man any more bracelets , unless you want to send him into a coma.)

 Sabo

🎩- You had no idea what you were really getting yourself into

🎩-You know how people flex their engagement rings? Yeah Sabo’s going to do that… a lot

🎩-“Oh this thing? Well my beautiful Y/N hand crafted it for m-“ Would go on and on when literally no one asked 💀💀💀

 

“Y/N come quick it’s Sabo!” You follow Hack in a full blown panic as he leads you down to the RA’s infirmary.

 “Sabo!” You see him lying in one of the beds breathing heavily with a towel on his forehead. “What happened?”

 “Y/N….” You rush to his side and he takes your hand in his. “I’m sorry. But…” Tears roll down his face. “I promise I did everything in my power to save it….”

“To save what Sabo?”

 “My…..my…..MY BRACELET.”

 ….

 ….

 “I’m leaving.” 

 “Why?” 🥺

 “Sabo you literally went into shock, scared everyone half to death and ended up hospitalized , over a bracelet.”

 “But it’s not just any bracelet.” He frowns. “You made it for me.”

 “And I’ll make you another one.” You playfully roll your eyes. “So tell me what exactly happened to it?”

 “To be honest, I burned it off accidentally.” He nervously scratches the side of his head. “I’m still not quite used to my new powers.” 

  “I see.” You nod.  “I’ll see if I can somehow make one that’s fireproof.”

 “You will?” The blonde smiles and wraps his arms around you, pulling you down with him on the bed. “I love you so much!”

“I love you too.” You let yourself relax into his hold. “With that being said, can you promise me that you'll never do this again?”

 “You have my word not only as the chief of staff, but also as your overly dramatic boyfriend….. that I may do this again.”

 (Sabo is a absolute drama queen and you cannot tell me otherwise)

 Law

 🫀- And the crowd goes mild

 🫀- Literally had no initial reaction

 🫀- Law would stare at it, then back at you, then back to the bracelet, then back to you

 🫀- Poor man is not good at showing his emotions, so bear with him

 “Why?” Law gives you a confused look while staring at your labor of love. 

 “Because I wanted to.” You shrug your shoulders,  a little hurt seeing the lack of reaction.

 “I see.” Law doesn’t put the bracelet on, instead he puts it in his pocket. “Thank you.” He immediately turns his attention away from you and goes back to working.

 “Sure” You turn away with a frown. “I’ll go now, see you later.” 

 The second you leave the room Law is pulling that bracelet back out of his pocket while sporting the deepest shade of red on his cheeks. 

 He was so caught off guard and over the moon because of how cute and excited you looked while giving it to him that he completely went brain dead. 

 But he was now back to his senses and remembered the frown on your face as you left the room. 

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 You were laying on your bed sulking when you heard a knock on your door followed by a “It’s me.” You recognize your boyfriend's voice, but you're still hurt from earlier so you don’t reply. Instead you bury your face deeper into the pillow

 “SHAMBLES.” 

 “I didn’t say you could come in…” You spoke into the “pillow” which is now none other than Law.

 “You also didn’t say I couldn’t.” His tattooed arms pull you closer into his chest. 

 “Guess not.” Despite being angry at him, you can’t help but enjoy the closeness. “Is there something that you need, captain?”

 “Yes there is actually.” Law says in a matter of fact tone  “I have a very important task to assign you to.” You look up at him completely confused. “I need you to make me a bracelet with our jolly Roger on it.”

 “You want another bracelet?” You pull back from his hold. “I didn’t think you liked the first one I gave you.” 

 “I didn't like it, I loved it... see.”  You smile seeing the bracelet was in its rightful place on his wrist. “So do you think you can do it?”

 “Of course I can.” You jump up from the bed and run over to your desk that was covered in different colors of twine. “I’ll work on it right now!”

 Law feels relieved seeing the smile he fell in love with back on your face. Mission accomplished. He was about to leave the room to let you work, but couldn’t help but notice a huge pile of bracelets sitting in a basket on your dresser.

 “Damn Y/N you really like making these don’t you?” Law said while rummaging through the bracelets.

 “Law, wait!” It was too late, he was already holding the cheesy couples bracelets you made out of self indulgence. “I umm. I just made these for fun..”

 “Oh really?”  Law smirks while spinning the bracelet around his finger. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll take this one with me.” 

 “Are you sure?” 

 “I’m sure.” Law nods before throwing the other bracelet into your lap. “And you should wear yours too.”

 Law leaves you an embarrassed mess, but at the same time,  despite his “cool guy” act, he was just as embarrassed if not more. Why does she have to be so cute??? 

 (Won’t say it out loud, but is loving the fact he now owns a bracelet that say “I ❤️ Y/N”)

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wtf the third vid 🥹😭

Based on this tweet:

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Always, High or Low Tide (+18)

Whitebeard(young but definitely aging)/Reader (AFAB)

Warnings: obviously a size kink, grinding, thigh riding, manhandling, semi public sex (empty ship but it is on deck), maybe a bit of a hand kink?, hand/finger(s) riding, overstimulation, praise kink, and creampie.

If I'm forgetting something let me know.

Oh! This is NOT FOR FATHER'S DAY. I just don't have the patience to wait till tomorrow to post it. Though if you want to read this and still call Whitebeard 'daddy' that's between you and god ig. I don't kink shame here, we're all filth.

@secretsnailor

Word count: 2836

(Honestly, at this point am I writing smut for smut or just to post vaguely related mood/setting shots?)

It was quite the special occasion aboard the Moby Dick. A yearly celebration of the official forming of Edward’s crew. The party had long since spilled onto Spinx island, most of the crew evacuating the ship to join the fun elsewhere. And because the latter half of the night was just for the two of you. A sort of date night.

It was hard to get any real privacy on a ship as big as the Moby, chock full of ‘sons’ and ‘daughters’ who, while independent, are more than happy to spend some time with Edward. It was understandable, and you definitely didn’t begrudge them for the impulse. It just made certain moments more… difficult to arrange. Thankfully as captain, Edward was more than capable of pulling some strings. And a party was the perfect distraction. You weren’t sure if there really was anyone left on the ship at this point. If there was, they were likely passed out until well into the afternoon tomorrow.

Which was perfect, because you’d been dying for a bit of alone time with Edward for ages now.

Reclining against his chest, straddling his thigh, you both looked up at the stars as the ship was gently rocked by calm ocean waves. His arm was propped over your legs, dwarfing you considerably as his warmth radiated against the cool breeze. The distant sound of cheers an amusing backdrop to the serene moment.

“Are you comfortable, little wave?” Edward asked, voice rumbling against your back. Rolling your shoulders, you pressed yourself further into his embrace.

“With you? Always.” You murmured, laying your hand over his. With your fingers stretched out, you could barely lace them with his own, but you reveled in the contrast between calloused knuckles and the soft ridges over his veins. Leaning your head back, you looked up at him with a gentle smile. He returned the gesture, the crinkles around his eyes deepening as he chuckled, white moustache shifting with every breath of air.

“You flatter me, little one.” Edward mused, hand brushing over your body to tilt your chin up higher with his knuckles.

“But I never lie.” You responded cheekily, removing your chin to press a kiss to the meat of his palm, just over the first knuckle of his thumb. His hand twitched, fingers drifting over your cheek and into your hairline. Cradling your face, Edward’s thumb moved back, brushing over your lips and sliding over your tongue. Sea salt with a bit of sake invading your senses.

“No. You never do… so go on.” Edward teased, “I know you want to.” Whining a bit in protest to the growing heat across your face, you accepted the invitation. Hips rolling, grinding against his thigh, you struggled to maintain your composure. His thumb ensuring every mewl was heard as it slipped into a moan. Just to be mean, he moved his arm away from you, forcing you to either hold yourself up or lean further into his thigh. Or maybe to view how your muscles tensed along your back beneath your shirt.

At this point, you weren’t sure you could maintain a straight posture, your hands lashing out to grip his thigh. Both of your pants were growing damp as your hips jolted, his thumb pressing harder against your tongue. Sound faded in and out in waves as your fixated on the burn in your own thighs as you dragged your clit over his leg. You wished you had removed your jeans beforehand. And maybe his. The friction of fabric a far cry from the satisfaction of slick skin over skin.

Edward chuckled, free hand brushing over your back to shove your shirt over your head. Fingertips pressing up your spine and forcing you into an arch. Crying out, you switched your grip to his wrist, keenly aware that your bra had fallen free. Breast pressed against his arm, you panted around his thumb, saliva dripping over your lips. His other hand kept a firm pressure between your shoulder blades as he finally slipped his thumb from between your lips, smearing cold spit over your neck and down your chest.

With a pressure just shy of bruising, he swept from sternum to the swell of your breast, flicking your nipple with his thumb. Determined, you kept grinding down onto his lap as heat pooled in your chest. Glancing up with your neck craned back, you looked at Edward’s hot gaze. Though he was barely moving—you could say he was even letting you take the lead—there was no doubt that if he gave the word you’d stop. Even as your muscles twitched in warning.

He pushed you back against him, lifting you from his thigh despite your instinctive cry from the loss of stimulation.

“Easy, my little wave.” Edward soothed you, dragging his hand over your stomach to the zipper of your pants. “I thought you’d like to be… freed.”

With slow but confident movements, he pushed down your jeans, ignoring how wet you were. Now completely naked, he settled you back over his thigh.

“Oh, Edward.” You sighed, arching your back as the fabric of his pants ground over your soaked pussy.

His hand slipped under you, middle fingers curling up between your legs. The tips pressing over your pubic bone.

“Slowly, pretty tidepool. Show me how wet you are.” Gripping his supporting hand still toying with your breasts, you rolled your hips over his palm, thoroughly soaking his hand, “Good… Think you can take them? Or will your pussy struggle before we even get to what you really want?”

Emboldened, you lifted your hips, brushing his still fingers between your slick lips. Drenching them before he changes his mind and allowing your weight to drop slowly, his thick fingers pressed in. With some difficulty, you keened when they finally slipped into your body. Crowding your cunt for space, still you lowered your body until you sat on his hand, panting for air. There was a slight burn—perhaps two fingers at once a bit much to start off with—but the satisfaction when his hand twitched was worth every inch.

Digging into your walls with his fingers, you rocked your hips, now fully held up by his other hand. They reached so deep every time you did this—fuck was it maddening. You almost screamed when he stretched you open, scissoring his finger slowly and abusing his grip on your breasts to lift you up, dragging his wide knuckles in your open pussy. Edward chuckled as you struggled in his grip, body involuntarily twitching as you approached your peak from his hands alone.

His fingers curled again, dragging your pussy open as his knuckles dug into your most sensitive spot.

“That’s it, let go for me. Let me see how good you feel, little one.” Edward crooned, his hand getting drenched as he held you still, his fingers never ceasing their movements. “So beautiful… can my pretty little tidepool handle more? I wouldn’t want to be a cruel man and hurt you on my cock.” He teased.

Hissing through your teeth as he pulled you off his fingers, you glared at him.

“Like you could break me.” You challenged… though maybe not wisely. Edward would never seriously hurt you but well… you knew from past experience he found your overstimulated cries amusing.

“I guess we’ll find out then, won’t we little one?” Edward mused, lifting you up with one hand. With practiced movements, he shoved down his pants, freeing his cock. “I hope you don’t mind me taking a few liberties, little wave. This isn’t how I want you to scream.” Edward warned.

Holding you over his swollen cock, he spread you lips apart. Rubbing your slick pussy over the thick tip and down the side, allowing it to grind over your clit as he spread your wetness over it. You cried out as he used your body effortlessly, preparing the both of you with the aftermath of your previous orgasm. Occasionally, he would press into you, teasing your cunt with the faint stretch over his cock. Showing you how easy it was with your wet cunt.

Nails cutting into his wrist, you keened as he dipped the tip into your cunt again. And kept going. Until he was settled in deep, the stretch no match for the slick that pooled from your cunt and over his cock. Finally, he was as deep as he could go, his balls hot beneath you as he leaned back to make room for you. Like you were the one that needed space between the two of you.

Settled deep in his lap, your feet slipping underneath you with your heels digging into his balls as you panted. Dragging cool air into your heated body. His hands, now only partially holding you up, sensually ran over your exposed body. Digging into your hips and pressing down over the faint swell where his cock bullied your cunt for more room. You keened at the unexpected pressure that did nothing but press his cock deeper into your body.

Then his hot hands retreated entirely, leaving only your weak legs and his thick cock to hold you up. Keening, it was only when he rolled his hips that you got the picture.

Grinding in his lap, you fucked yourself on his dick, moaning as your pussy twitched around him fruitlessly. It wasn’t like he could go any deeper, already rubbing against your cervix, and you’d collapse if you tried to remove him from your body entirely. Keening at the image, you struggled to lift yourself, dragging him from your body by mere inches before you gave out and slammed back down. Edward groaned, hips tensing as his cock twitched.

The sound sent shivers down your spine.

You didn’t care if you did scream at this point, so long as Edward gave you that deep sound again. It vibrated clear to your cunt, it was so loud. So, you sat up again, lifting until you were as high as you could go—half his cock still heavy in your walls—before falling back down. Choking on a groan, he grabbed you, squeezing your body as he held you in place.

“F-Fuck, you’re so tight, little one. D-Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Edward huffed, leaning forward until his hair fell before you in golden waves. It brushed you face with every thrust, the movement aided by his hands on your waist bodily moving you up and down his cock.

You could only cry out, gripping his hands as you fell forward under the onslaught of pleasure. But he never faltered, steadily slamming you against his thighs as he chased both your pleasure. As you grew closer and closer, that heat overwhelming you with every thrust, you reached out and yanked his hair down. When his chin entered your field of view, you leaned against his hold and pressed wet kissed to the underside.

His groans vibrated against your lips as he came, cock twitching as he filled your body with burning heat. Still, he thrust his hips against you, driving his cock deeper, pushing you over the edge until you screamed against his throat.

“E-Ed! Ah—hng—fuck, please!” You babbled, dizzily spiraling down from your high as you licked his throat.

“Not done yet.” That was your only warning as Edward pulled you off his cock, still twitched and leaking cum. Standing, he turned around and laid your back on his chair, draped over the arm rest. “Better hold on tight, little one. I want to see how strong you are.”

You barely had time to grip the wood over you head before his cock slammed back in. His cock rammed in deep, pushing you against the unyielding surface as Edward leaned over you. Lips and snow, white moustache pressing in as his tongue muffled your panting cries.

Still creaming from your last orgasm, Edward was quick to drive you into that burning, overstimulated place. His kiss tasted like sake, filthy wet as he threatened to choke you with his tongue. Crying around his tongue, you had nowhere to go and no choice but to either listen to the lewd, wet sound of his cock driving into your cunt, or scream loud enough to carry clear over the ocean. His movements didn’t stop, still harsh against your body as you cried out over and over again, the very breath from your lungs being pushed out of you.

Both your thighs were soaked, his belt buckle slapping against you ass when he lifted your hips up higher for his pleasure. And still he kissed you, pressing your head into the arm rest as his grip made the wood groan under his hands.

You screamed into his lips as you came again, drenching the chair beneath you. His cock drilled into you harshly still, not stopping or slowing down as you strained against his hold. Burning overstimulation dragging another orgasm from you when he finally groaned, forcing his cock as far as it would go. The mix of your pleasure was hot as it ran down your body, cooling slowly in the night air as you both panted.

Edward looked down at you with a pleased expression, cock resting heavy in your body. Shaking and exhausted, you smiled.

“I told you, you couldn’t break me.”

He snorted, lifting you as he stood up and swept your clothes into one hand.

Cock still sank deep in your dripping cunt, he held you to his chest as he made his way to your rooms. Every step forcing a small moan from your lips with increasing frequency.

Rather than letting you down on the bed, he detoured to the bathroom and turned on the water. Sinking down into the slowly rising pool, Edward groaned.

“So you did, little wave.” Edward smiled, rubbing your back, “Let me enjoy your warmth for a while longer.”

Yet his hand drifted down to where your pussy met the base of his cock. Slipping between them and teasing your clit.

“L-Little more than enjoying, Ed.” You whined, overstimulated but so wet.

“I’m a pirate, little one.” Edward leaned down to whisper in your ear as the hot water rose to lap at your thighs, “We’re known for our decadence.”

This time, your orgasm was a slow one. It wound around your cunt, slipping through your sensitive walls, and spilled over you. Driven by every brush of his thumb over your clit, you whined loudly.

The water shut off, heat now engulfing you all the way to your breasts.

Hips helplessly twitched and driving his cock to rub against your walls.

“Keep going. There’s still time to break you yet.” Edward grinned with the sensual threat. “I can’t consider you broken if you’re not begging for mercy, can I little one?”

Edward put his hand on your back pushing you against his chest. Gently shoving you up his body and off his cock only to let you sink back down. Your nails dragged down his chest, lips smothering moans between his pecks. But he still kept going.

You didn’t often have time to fuck, but when you did it seemed to never end.

His hand slipped under the water to grip your ass, pressing his finger against his cock like he thought there would ever be room for more than the thick member. Still, the threat dragged you under again.

The heat from the bath and his cock made you dizzy. Time melting like you melted against his chest until you could only whimper with every drag of his cock.

You weren’t sure if you came several more times or just rode the high of a single orgasm. Your pussy clenched around him as he came one last time. Replacing everything he fucked out of you with a deep, resonating groan.

Distantly, you realized you had been crying out, the cold water finally reaching your fucked state of mind.

“—please Edward, I need it. I need you, please cum, I feel so empty on your cock—” The sheer filth you begged for heated your face as your buried your head into his neck.

It was a strangely bittersweet relief when he finally lifted you off his cock. Your cunt twitched around the empty space where he used to be. Edward chuckled, draining the water to refill it again.

“Looks like I can break you after all, little one.” Edward teased, pressing a kiss to your burning cheek before sliding his lips down for a proper kiss. When you breathlessly tugged his hair for air he reluctantly pulled back, tongue slipping over your lips as he chased your taste, “Still strong enough to take everything I give though, aren’t you?”

Panting, dizzy, and shaking with exhaustion, you chuckled in satisfaction.

“Always.”

Edward smiled softly down at you, crow’s feet riding the tops of his cheekbones. You’d probably have to be carried around for a while, but it was worth it.

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