Can I Please Request Alastor And Reader Having A Sleepover Because Of Flooding In The Hotel Which Made

Can I please request Alastor and reader having a sleepover because of flooding in the hotel which made most rooms in the hotel out of service including Alastor's and Alastor chooses to stay at reader room because ✨romance✨ Oh and can I be ☀️ anon ( I'm the person who made first request.)

I love your writing so much!!!

hii again!!! thank you so much for the request ☀️! i love when anons give themselves names its actually so fun (,:

A Dry Bed

Alastor x Reader (fluff) TW: none! join my discord! ═══ ◈ ══════════ ◈ ══════════ ◈ ══════════ ◈ ═══

It’s nothing new when a violent demon shows up at the doorsteps to the Hazbin Hotel–Charlie’s idea wasn’t a popular one, except to a very niche market of demons. Many came just to cause havoc and make life harder for the already strained employees of the hotel.

This was new, though, you mused to yourself briefly as a fish-headed demon ripped open the door, the hinges squealing in protest. Bubbles of water floated around his body, strings of a magic aura keeping them attached to his form; there was a large one encasing his head like a helmet, making his already fish-eyed features more… well… fish-eyed and distorted.

Most demons weren’t manifested in hell bearing any sort of noticeable power other than sometimes having a decent “full” demon form. So, seeing this fish rearing a set of magical balls of water for attack, for no real reason in particular and with a glint of mania in his eyes, quickly put everybody to their feet and in action. 

Alastor was out doing god-knows-what, otherwise this would’ve been over in an instant. The other demons in the hotel were incredibly strong in their own right, but it was undeniable that the power imbalance was… huge. And the immediate chaos that ensued likely would’ve been prevented.

The fish barely hesitated after nearly breaking the front doors, immediately detaching his balls of water and hurling them in every direction. Bottles of booze were shattering, hanging pictures were tumbling, and wooden legs of furniture snapped. 

Of course, it was over nearly as soon as it started. With a movement so fast you could hardly watch, Vaggie had the fish pinned down, her foot pressed against his neck and spear pointed at one of his bulging eyes. Her eyes were narrowed so hard, her lips so twisted in a scowl, you could practically see the fire of her anger.

“Vaggie, hey, hey, hey,” Charlie quickly rattled out, pressing her hands against her girlfriend’s arm and gently ushering away the spear. Vaggie refused to release the demon, who was gurgling some nonsense in his bubble of a helmet. Charlie nudged at her leg that was pinning the demon down. “C’mon. No killing. You know the rules.”

“Charlie, this guy literally came in with intent to kill! Stop treating him like he wants to be in the hotel.” “I know! But… just…” Charlie thought for a moment.

The fish headed demon started thrashing around, but Vaggie’s strong leg kept him down. He was growing desperate, you could tell, and a magic aura seemed to flicker around him as he fought for his freedom.

Charlie opened her mouth again, likely to coerce Vaggie to let the guy go, but was interrupted by a loud, squealing groan from every direction. You frowned and leaned your ear against the wall, where it seemed the loudest. The sound of screaming pipes and popping bolts made you clench your jaw and whip your arms over your head, right in time for the walls to start bursting with dangerously high pressure water.

Vaggie turned a glare to Charlie and spread her arms in a “you see?” motion. She briefly raised her leg, only to slam it back down on the fish’s head. His protective bubble popped, and he was knocked out cold. 

Easily enough, the pressure immediately began to release after the culprit had been knocked out, but the pipes wouldn’t magically fix themselves. Charlie was running back and forth, trying desperately to survey the damage to her hotel. Footsteps came thudding down the stairs and a spindly pink demon came flying down.

“Hey, what the fuck is- fuck!” Angel Dust’s curse-filled rant was interrupted as he tripped head first into the steadily increasing pool of water, not expecting his foot to get dragged behind him by said water. With a moment of confused thrashing he stood back up and shook water from his now drenched hair.

“Guys, a little help?” Charlie snapped, unintentionally raising her voice at the three of you. “I don’t know what to do, but just-! Something!”

Niffty was quick to arrive after Angel, announcing herself with a shrill cry at the state of things. She immediately went to work, practically flying this way and that with a little hammer and nails. You wondered if she could just materialize that at will.

After finally ebbing the flow at the lobby, you looked at the stairs to the next floor. A steady stream of water made a shock of cold run down your neck.

“Guys…” You pointed at the base of the stairs and drew a line with your finger, following the trail of water.

Charlie choked out a short cry, and Niffty didn’t hesitate before barreling between your legs and up the steps.

“Oh! My,” A shocked voice called from the entrance. A prickling of static covered your skin, and tension immediately left your shoulders. With him here, this would go a lot faster. You turned your head to look at the Radio Demon, who was now delicately stepping through the layer of water that was now creeping out the open lobby doors.

“This seems like a dream of a little orphan from the Dirty Thirties, I do think,” Alastor joked, mouth ajar and eyes shut in a sinister laugh at his humor. His staticy ambience changed to a personal laugh track following his statement. His cane was held up carefully on his elbow as he surveyed the scene.

“No, this won’t do! Not at all, what a dreadful sight for new patrons,” As his hand rose and a crackling of loud static filled the room, you heard the noise of metal bending and snapping as he magically forced them back into place. Even with all the pipes fixed, the water remained. You guessed it was up to the rest of you to deal with that part.

“Thank you soooo much, Al,” Charlie had her hands clasped and shaking in front of her as she continued to spew thanks at him for the help. She stopped and looked around. There was still a huge mess. And there was still a lot of water.

The lot of you had spent the next few hours desperately trying to scoop, dump, scoop again, dump again, all the water out, but it seemed neverending. Husk had showed up at some point, went on a furious rant about his collection of now-smashed bottles, and had been cradling the remaining one ever since.

Charlie had given everybody a verbal pat on the back, and called it a night. “We can get back to it in the morning.” She said this, but you had a feeling she would remain up trying her best to fix the mess. Alastor had excused himself some time ago, saying something about his broadcasts and his papers. Since then, your thoughts have been filled with aggravation from his lack of aid. Yes, he had fixed the pipes, but the water. 

You gave a light smile to Charlie, half in thanks and half in apology, before heading up to your room. Your jaw was clenched with anticipation for what your room might look like. You could already visualize the damp curtains, the dripping bed, the mildewy air… And your clothes were surely ruined. You’d have to buy something to wear while you washed everything you owned. You sighed at the thought.

You took a breath before pushing the door open. And, when you looked inside, it was… completely dry.

“What the hell.” You deadpanned, eyes scanning the entire room. Surely there was at least a puddle of water somewhere. The water had affected every level, and although you did live on one of the higher floors you still couldn’t understand how your room managed to escape the flood.

You stepped inside and closed the door behind you, making quick work of your drenched clothes and changing into something dry. You fell face first into your pillows. Your eyes were so, so heavy.

A few seconds passed before a knock interrupted the sleep that had been creeping over your body. You heard the faint warbling of radio frequency, and felt both nervousness and anger at the thought of seeing Alastor.

You rolled off the bed and stomped your way over to the floor, flinging it open and glaring up at him. He simply smiled back down at you, his head tilted questioningly as if he had no clue why you were in such a mood.

His eyes broke from yours and he peered into your room. With a pleased glint in his eye, he brushed past you. You wanted to say something about his intrusion, but you knew it would be useless. So you just followed him in.

“Lucky you!” He said. “I took it upon myself to look into all the rooms, and yours is the only one that is still in such a shape.” You watched as he examined the contents of your room, grabbing up a decoration here and there to look it over before setting it back down.

He sighed, eyes closing as his wide smile closed into a meager grin. “Unsurprisingly that little bayou of mine flooded much worse than everywhere else. As much as it reminds me of home, even I’m not one to sleep in the marsh.” He laughed a little.

Does this guy even sleep, you wondered. You had seen his room once before, and envisioned that marsh in the corner of his room completely overrunning the rest. 

“Uh,” You toed the carpet and pursed your lips. You were still a little upset with him, but the idea of him going through the painstaking process of looking through every room in the hotel made it more reasonable for him to disappear earlier. “I mean, you could… stay with me. Tonight. Just tonight. Everything should be fine tomorrow, but I don’t want you without a bed. You know.” You rambled.

You and Alastor had gotten close over the past year, a little closer than he was with anybody else, but you avoided thinking too hard about your relationship. You worried that overthinking would cause you to accidentally overstep a boundary and you would lose the progress you’ve built getting to know him. You were worried about doing just that even as the offer tumbled from your mouth.

You watched as his teeth began to peek through his lips as his smile widened. There was something in his expression that you couldn’t quite place. Pride, maybe? Accomplishment? You weren’t sure. You didn’t have much time to consider it before his smile composed and he remained unreadable.

“How bold of you,” His voice cooed, the static that surrounded him buzzing louder as his face got closer to you. You swallowed back a lump that had formed at the proximity. “Inviting a man into your room. It’s rather unbecoming of a lady like yourself.”

“I-” Your face grew hot.

“I’m joking!” He interrupted you, leaning himself away and back in a laugh. He waved his hand at you while you frowned. You hated the way he lived off of teasing and embarrassing.

“Okay, nevermind then!” You folded your arms and stuck your nose to the side and in the air. His laughter paused and he looked back down at you. Heat still burned on your cheeks and ears.

He examined you for an uncomfortably long period of time. You had your eyes squeezed shut and you upheld your attitude in the silence for as long as you could before the prickling of radio static on your skin became too uncomfortable. You peeked open one eye to look, and immediately got nervous.

He was just standing there. Just staring with his sinister red eyes. It didn’t help that he was quite taller than you. Looming and staring. Probably the worst combination, especially with that buzzing of his.

You felt like an open book, way too vulnerable under his gaze. You lowered your head to look at nothing in particular by your feet.

“So… yes or no…” You said, taking back your earlier statement. “You can have the bed, of course. I’ll just… find a blanket for the floor or something.” If there’s anything dry, you added to yourself.

His expression broke from concentration, lifting immediately into a gleeful, toothy grin. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and guided you to the bed.

“Won’t be necessary!” He cheered. He pulled at the covers and pushed you down gently. Or, well, gently by Alastor’s standards. You still bounced upon impact. You sat there, a bit dazed with confusion as you watched him cross to the other side of the room and tuck himself under the same sheets. 

“Alastor- Hey, really, I don’t mind-” He put a finger up to your lips, dramatically shutting you up. You decided to listen.

“What’s a sleepover between two close friends!” He said gleefully. You couldn’t help but let the term ‘friends’ echo in your mind as you fiddled with your thumbs.

Silence filled the room again, but after a while it became more comfortable than awkward. The sound of radio frequencies had died down a little. You refused to look at him. The clock ticked faintly in the corner.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt clawed fingers grab into your shoulder and pull you closer to the Radio Demon. You aided the movement by using your hands to scoot towards him.

Again, you had become close with him over the year, but you never took too long to consider just what you were. You always waited for him to make any move, because otherwise he might completely reject you. So, when he made the decision to bring you closer, you happily obliged, albeit a little anxiously.

You gingerly put your head against his chest, listening to the thrum of his heart. Or what might be a heart. Who knows. You held in a laugh when you realized that even that had some sort of radio-like sound to it. Nonetheless, it did help lull you out of any nerves you had being so close and intimate to Alastor.

You lifted yourself off of him with an elbow and looked at him. He was already looking at you, unsurprisingly, so your eyes met his. They were glowing a little, you noticed.

His face still had a grin, but it was light. And comfortable. His eyebrows were relaxed as he just watched you. 

Your heart was beating uncomfortably fast, and you were embarrassed to think that he might be able to feel it with how close your chest was to his.

If he did, he made no indication of it. He just kept looking at you with the strangest expression you’ve ever seen on him. It was gentle. His words from earlier played in your mind again; when he called you and him ‘friends.’

Did ‘friends’ look at each other like this?

Did ‘friends’ inch closer to each other as they stared into the others’ eyes, bodies flush against one another and legs beginning to tangle?

Your jaw clenched and unclenched as you neared him, and you frantically examined him for even the smallest hint of wanting you to stop. You swore he was leaning in too, though.

You felt his breath brush against your nose. Your heart was practically clawing itself out of your ribs and the elbow you had propped yourself up on grew wobbly with nerves. When Alastor’s eyes began to shut, ever so slowly, you followed suit.

And, for an incredibly brief moment, your lips touched his. One, two, maybe three seconds passed before he pulled away from you. You opened your eyes to watch his expression grow a bit puzzled. His smile was tight, and his brows furrowed slightly as he watched you. He seemed deep in thought, with what exactly you couldn’t guess, but he didn’t seem uncomfortable.

At some point his hand had come and was gingerly settled on your hip, which he used to pull you back down. Your elbow practically gave out and you fell a little rough back down on his chest. You couldn’t help but stare widely at the wall for a moment, just listening to his heartbeat again. Was it beating faster than before?

You smiled lightly. You had no idea if this was a step forward in your relationship with the Radio Demon, or if it would be back to ‘friends’ tomorrow, but you decided to just cross your fingers. You reached your arms up to wrap under his neck, and you slowly made yourself comfortable. He had lightly settled his own arms on your back.

You couldn’t help but send silent thanks to that aggressive fish demon from earlier, and a thanks to god himself, as strained as your opinions towards that guy was, for keeping your bed dry.

When Alastor began drawing shapes in your back, gently dragging his sharp nail across your clothed skin, you cast away all worries about the next day out of your head. It all seemed so far away now as you took in the smell of the demon laying underneath you.

You just hoped this would become a regular thing, because man, was this comfortable.

Hello! A starved sung jinwoo fan here, may i ask hurt to comfort drabble for jinwoo? I just like being hurt and getting fluff it's an addiction:')

Thank you for your time po!!

I like being emotionally hurt by characters and stories. Just really punched in the feels.

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Reader

Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, protectiveness, injury, established relationship, soothing kisses, worried Sung Jinwoo

A/N: Glad Solo Leveling is getting the attention it deserves.

"Stop squirming! You're gonna get more blood on my clothes." His hands pressed further into your thighs, he tried to keep his pace even so the bleeding wound in your side wouldn't get agitated further. You couldn't see his entire face, but his frown was clear, even in his voice.

"Maybe I would be more comfortable if you princess carried me." As you nuzzled your chin against his shoulder you felt and heard him groan. "Like a good and romantic boyfriend."

Jinwoo looked back at you, now offended that you'd even imply that he wasn't both of those things, "You aren't a princess."

"Not that you know of." You teased as you captured his lips in a strained kiss. The pressure made your side ache, your body shivering with pain, lips trembling against his. "Fucking hell." You whined against Jinwoo's lips. His eyes filled with worry in place of annoyance at the sound of distress you made.

The speed of his walk didn't change but he did take larger steps now. He shook his head, biting his lip, "I should have stopped that one." He spoke to himself.

"What's that?" You tried to hear but were getting a little sleepy. "Did I offend you? You're a good boyfriend Jinwoo. The best in fact. You always... take care of me. Hey, I'm gonna take a little nap. Wake me up when we get out of here." You kissed his neck one more time before you feel asleep.

"Wha- hey! Don't fall asleep! Shit!" Jiwnwoo's voice was but an echo in your ears, distant.

When you opened your eyes again you were looking at the bright white celling of a hospital. Your whole head rung like a bell, your eyes adjusting to the figure next to you. Jinwoo, sleeping in his chair, his hand holding yours and his jacket over the sheet covering your body, adding an extra layer of protection.

He really was the best and most romantic boyfriend you could want.

I need this duo🦌🍎

EX BOYFRIEND LYNEY

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — ex! boyfriend lyney headcanons

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, a lil possessive lyney, friends with benefits, rough, experienced lyney

ex boyfriend lyney moves in a way that you cannot possibly get an eyeful of, no hint of what he's planning, no inkling of why he did it— his precise yet persistent methods to win you over again aren't for one to notice, in fact, he doesn't lose his frame of mind during the entire process of your break-up, his aura and certain outbursts are ultimately swallowed down by him so you cannot see them.

the man was keeping his emotions in check in an almost frightening fashion that in recollection, it scares you. one might even go as far and assume that it was for the sake of you, or himself, to suppress his negative feelings in order to make the environment easier for the both of you.

ex boyfriend lyney remains silent for a good while after your break-up, he doesn't reach out to you often but it's because he believes you will take time to get used to being without him again. on the contrary, it gave him the perfect gateway of carefully planning each step out— not unexpectedly, of course, it's important to note that he wouldn't force you to stay with him because he deeply cares about your happiness.

you really want to break up? well, if that's what your heart desires, lyney wouldn't want to stand in your way— instead, he'd make it his most important task to remain friends with you, in order to win you over once more. what most people told you is that “once a book is finished, you cannot reread and take parts out of it, just because you didn't like it or want to change the narrative” it's over, ancient history, printed out on paper.

almost comical, ex boyfriend lyney thinks— after all, he was a magician and utterly skilled in his craft. he could pull it off, right?

before you know it, he will demonstrate the love he harbors for you in a blink of an eye, that passion that was too dark for dim eyes to discover currently— yet one day, he promises you, that he'll draw a veil over all deeds passed and walk you through a new beginning.

ex boyfriend lyney cannot imagine a life without you, it is out of the question because he sees you as family, a part of him, he wants and needs to protect you even after your break up. such strong amibition of shielding his significant other (or now ex), specifically wanting to protect them might stem from him being a big brother and always looking after his siblings.

in the act of love, no other individual could make him feel like you did— it's as if magic pulled at his heartstrings when he sees you, or when you smile at you.

his chest pumps with affection when you're here. he's so eager to show you again, wanting to reproduce memories of the past, back when love was him and you.

ex boyfriend lyney supports you, always, and he does it flawlessly when he fuels your needs, his smoldering gaze always here to help and burning into your body, sending shivers down your spine. there was a problem you faced? do not be scared, because ironically enough, lyney always seems to be there for you, at the right time, the right place and with the right words hand in hand to say.

ex boyfriend lyney will always be there when you need him, and in conjuction, he'll be the answer to all of your hardships, as if he somehow knew why they were happening in the first place. you can count on him always, no? with one voice and the beat of his heart, he's there to look after you while inching closer, giving your cheek a good squeeze before calling your stressed-out expression cute.

ex boyfriend lyney can immediately notice how different you were a couple weeks well into the break-up, but he also likes how you're still getting shy when his attention is solely fixated on you again, like your previous defenses have never drawn life in the first place— it's a pain, a taxing one at that when you realize that you still like him, despite the fact that you promised yourself to detach from any further interactions you and lyney could have in the future, yet proceeding to go against your better judgement.

but after a while, ex boyfriend lyney and you couldn't resist the temptations anymore as you're first agreeing to be friends with benefits for a while— only until one of you finds a serious match again, or another person that was able to outshine any of you, when in reality none of you had even considered dating again.

needless to say, it felt good, like every small movement of him was ten times stronger when he presses himself into you, when he rubs warmly over the throbbing spots only he knew were to find, "you're always so pretty.." he drawls out as your stomach flips at his drunken thoughts becoming real words, angelic tones you could hear.

ex boyfriend lyney makes you take every long breath a lot more meaningful, you felt as if you were breathing in the fumes of a volcano as it captured you in a smoldering haze— taking into account how the bedroom was slowly developing into something humid, heavy, and hot.

ex boyfriend lyney lets you succumb to it fully, and there was so much pressure on your cunt that your back was arching up into his body, your figure held by two hands slipped underneath, the almost agony-like sensation of fullness bristling on your sex as lyney moves and explores further into the realm of your beautiful body.

ex boyfriend lyney knows all of your kinks, or the certain spots you liked being stimulated, the very places you only hoped he'd do whenever he's got you split in half. you definitely notice his self assurance too, it's a bit stronger than last time— how he cannot possibly hold back a ravishing smirk when you're this easy to please.

there's no confusion in his face either, nor was he unfocused, only a dark lust was painted behind his eyes.

ex boyfriend lyney pulls one hand from your hip to your cheek before slanting your head down in order for you to witness the mess he's made in between your thighs.

your hips were pressing up off of the mattress in order to taste more of him, the lustful hankering mounting in your veins as your mouth turns dry as desert bones when your moans increase in length. a just released greed develops from your desperate yearning, it expands in your stomach and multiplies the more lyney pleasured you, the faster he flicks his length over your walls and smears his pre in waves on your wet sex.

"lyney..." you drawl out in an angelic tone that immediately made his heart flutter, "I n-need more," you say, smirking, your hand slowly wafting to your breasts before you're squeezing one of them, twinging at your nipple next. this was on purpose— because you knew how much he liked it whenever you put on a show for him.

so you continue, without a hurry, going with the flow and moving gently between the valley of your breasts until sliding past your lower stomach that was currently feeling full to the brim. yet your hand doesn't stop yet, only halting right above your clit when decent on it.

"I can't... you're so, fuck," his voice cracks, a moan sliding up through his throat. he's done for, you got him now.

ex boyfriend lyney shakes from the warm greeting of your walls sucking him tight, salivating at the sight of your poor pussy squelching clamorously. the magician missed you so much that he didn't want to conceal the burly emotions of his mind from you anymore— in truth, lyney was pathetic, truly without shame.

he shamelessly whimpers into your mouth before lapping at your bottom lip, biting it, sucking and toying with your tongue. he's whining, on the verge of crying due to pleasure, his eyes closed and hips rutting into your heat as the tips of his ears slowly turn pink.

ex boyfriend lyney moans out your name when you lock your legs around his hips, the rough squeezes of your pussy tightening as your body began to ready itself, the pleasure of your climax coming through you in a formidable wave of bliss as the both of you came at the same time, feeling like all the relief in the world settled in your stomach as your arousal glazes all over his shaft.

ex boyfriend lyney lets out a deep, muffled groan as you shake underneath his body. he collapses shortly after on top of you— yet it's all too much for you to keep up with. possible regrets? well, probably, but you're way too dizzy and fucked out of your mind to even force yourself to think about it.

what's there to know for you was that ex boyfriend lyney still loves you more than anything— and if being in this kind of "special relationship" was the best possible outcome for now, so be it.

on the grounds that sooner or later, he will get you back again.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim as your own

The Journalist Luffy x fem!Reader

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This is a continuation of my luffy x reader mini series you can find part 1 at the bottom.

•You finally meet up with the straw hats after waiting for 2 long years undergoing a serious change luffy can't seem to get his paws off of you•

18+mdni

Pt: 2

Pt:1, Pt:3

Warnings: mean luffy, ooc luffy sorta, reader is really dumb, smut, dirty talk, overestimation, multiple orgasims man handling, luffy is tired of your bullshit, hairpulling, ass slapping, reader is low key scared at first. Luffy is a huge pervert, luffy is nasty hella gaslighting dub-con?? Luffy doesnt drown from his devil fruit Idk of these kink shits work tell me if I missed anything.

Word count: I have no idea💀

Ever since you joined back with your crew after those two long year's luffy has been acting a bit off lately, you would often catch him staring at you from afar, either if you would be fooling around with Usoop, or you would feel his intense gaze when you were training with zoro even when it was time to eat dinner.

Unbeknownst to you everytime you did swats train your legs and thighs sharing weights with zoro, how he would without a care in the world stare at your round ass.

Or how it goes unnoticed how he would eye the way you would swollow your drink or how your lips wrapped around the piece of meat he offered to you over and over on purpose so he can see how your cute plump lips would wrap around the meat each time thinking about how it can wrap around something else instead.-

On the rare occasions when you do catch him staring he doesn't waver his intense gaze on you, you couldn't help but turn your head away quickly feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

There has been a few incidents where you would so happen to minding your own business and he'd come out of nowhere with the same old grin he always wearing and he will tell you to accompany him in a game pressing his hand on your shoulder giving it a squeeze, before slightly beinding down biting your ear softly telling "it would be fun captain's orders."

Of course you couldn't say no what kind of crew mate would disobey their captain!

You told yourself he means well and maybe it would be fun if you played with him like old times(it's nothing like old times)

Somehow the game of tag that was attended to be played with chopper, usoop, luffy and yourself only ended up just being just you and luffy.

You were confused on what was going on, and you asked Luffy what was going on only for him to say

"Ohh I guess they bailed early I guess it's just us this time! hehe"

He chuckled to himself, but you weren't chuckling.

You were trying to avoid this man at all costs, not because he was attractiveor anything yes it was but everytime he's near you, you can't control your nerves and your heart beat.

To say that this man has now have the power to intimidate you now is something compared to 2 years ago.

What makes him even more intimating is how quickly he can switch up his mood and facial expressions you don't never know what he is thinking, not to mention that haki of his...

Even when it comes to your crew mates you tried telling them about it but they told you it's just "luffy being luffy" and that it's his way of telling you he likes you as his nakama!

You took their word for it and your nerves eased a bit.

So everytime luffy asked for a hug you would gladly open your arms and hug him....

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"Y/nnnnnnnn can I get a hugg please???"

You smiled.

"of course captain"

You felt his arms wrap around your waist tightly in a instant you wrapped your arms around his neck, not long after you feel his hands drag down squeezing the fat of your ass from underneath your skirt he pulled your panties and letting go slapping the fabric against your supple skin make you yelp into his neck is shock, to ashamed to lift your gaze at him knowing he has that stupid attractive grin in his face has he chuckled at you meanily.

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Even after incidents like these he'd pretend nothing happend you asked him about it before you could even get a word in he'd tell you..

"Don't be silly y/n! That's just my way if saying thank-you for your hard work as my journalist!"

Your mind instantly forgets about those encounters as you smiled at him proudly thanking him for raising your hard work.

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Usually you didn't let this bother but this was too much for your heart to handle.

The crew stopped at an island resort Nami suggesting the crew to stay there for 2 weeks to get our minds and body's ready for the next battle to come in the new world.

You happily took her word for it as you finally found an excuse to avoid your overly affectionate captain.

You made sure you weren't being followed and you decided to take a bath in the hot springs bath the resort had to offer.

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You took off your signature button up top and skirt off folding it neatly on the lavish counter of the bathhouse, rinsing your body and hair off before you stepped in.

You made sure you scrubbed your long locs rinsing it thoroughly before proceeding onto your body.

You hummed to yourself smiling and enjoying the heat of the water, you heard something from the back of the bathroom sharply turning your head around you looked but saw nothing.

You shrugged your shoulders and finished up rinsing your plush body off.

You took a step in the warm bath finally before you could even be summerged you heard a voice that you didn't want to hear.

"shishishi sooooo that's were you were hiding!!"

Your eyes widened as you snapped your neck in his direction you quickly tried to cover up your breasts with your arms and dropping quickly into the water submerging half of your face into the water backing up towards the far end of the bath.

What the hell was he doing in the bath with you? You thought nami and robin would join you they said they would later but it seems like they ditched you.

"Oooh is this a game??! I wanna play!"

He giggled loudly stripping himself quickly before you could even make out what he was gonna do you felt a big splash knocking the water everywhere.

You looked around. Where did he go? You thought, not for long, your thoughts got interrupted by two big rough hands grabbed your waist, making you let out a embarrassingly high pitched scream.

His head emerged from the water, face filled with a big grin as he grabbed both of your wrists roughly, your eyes widened as he pushed you against the bath walls forcing your breasts to be pushed up against his toned torso the contact making him grunt softly, he looked at you with half lidded eyes has his grin was unwavering.

"Y/n if this is one of your games I already won it shishi~"

He said lowly in your ear.

You turned your head away from his voice only making him have more access to your supple neck.

"Luffy w-what are you doing your not supposed to be in he- AHh!"

Luffy softly bit your neck while pushing his leg up to grind against your raw pussy.

Smirking against your neck he lifted his head again looking at you in the eyes.

You nervously avoided his gaze but he want having any of it.

He grabbed your face roughly forcing you to meet his hard gaze that made your pussy do backflips and your knees weak.

He came even closer to your face noses barely touching as he looked at you through his lashes.

"Y/n you better stop fucking running away from your captain."

Your eyes widened at the sudden shift in energy and choice of words.

"I'm sick and tried of you running away from me y/n you kept me waiting long enough I want my reward now."

He gave you a devilish grin.

You looked at him confused before you felt his thick hand grab the base of your throat the pressure making you moan out, he roughly kissed you wasting no time in shoving his tounge down your mouth wanting to taste every part of you.

You felt tears pricking the base of your eyes as you shamlessly moan in your captains mouth.

He let go of your throat letting your lips free he grabbed a chunk of your hair roughly pulling your head back showing your neck and glory before sucking and attacking your neck.

You couldn't stop the soft moans and heavy breaths as he made way with your neck.

You put your hands on his chest a futle cute attempt to push him away.

He stopped his assault on your neck and roughly pulled you out of the water setting you down on the edge the sudden quickness of him moving you didn't have enough time to cover up your dignity before you felt his lips already attack your plushy breasts.

"Aah Luffy! We can't do this it's wrong!"

Luffy looked up at you still making eye contact with you as he devoured your nipples his brows furrowing in anger.

He bit your nipple softly making your whole body jerk, in pleasure before he roughly spread your legs flipping you over harshly smacking your ass, roughly groaning at the way your ass recoiled at his abuse.

"Y/n do me a favor and shut the fuck up, you started this and you need to finish it."

He pulled your damp ass checks apart watching the way your pussy gushes around nothing be softly blew on it making your body shiver.

He chuckled at the reaction.

"Walking around my ship with that short skirt like is nothing you seriously expecting me to ignore that! Hehe! Ive waited for this pussy for so long I'm tired of your dumb games I want it now! Give it here!

He roughly pulled your hips to meet his face as he shoved his head into your backside holding your hips as he started slurping your cunt from the back.

You practically cried out as your legs started shaking and trembling already.

He sucked on your clit before moving back to down to your hole tounge fucking you for a moment drinking in your juices before going back and playfully biting your clit experimentally.

Your body jerked as you let out a loud yelp making your poor pussy gush more fluids, even more so making your legs tremble more.

Luffy smirked devilishly at your reaction before licking, sucking and abusing your bean.

The sounds he was making made it seem like he felt more pleasure eating you out than you.

His groans and moans were sinful as he didn't let up on your pussy.

"Ahh l-luffy this feels s-so- NGH!"

He roughly slapped your ass before grabbing handfuls of your cheeks, humming against your clit moving his head back and forth rhythmically.

You started to feel a warmth tighten in your core out of reflex you tried to close your legs only to be accompanied by another harsh slap to your ass, making you whimper out as your tears flowed.

"Mhmmmmm" he moaned against your clit making you cry out as you creamed on his face and tounge.

He didn't hesitate to click it all up and you thought he would be done but he continued assault your swollen clit.

Your back fully arched as you cried out, trying to wiggle your hips out of his harsh grasp but only ending up shaking your ass on his face causing you more pleasure.

He chuckled darkly, before biting your clit, your vision blurred as you felt a large gush of pleasure wash over you. You couldnt stop your brows from furrowing and your tounge coming out of your mouth at the pleasure. You felt warn gushes of fluids coming out of your poor cunny.

After a million years he finally removed his head from your legs, your body collapsing from him not holding you up anymore.

He smugly looked down at you even though your on your stomach you can feel his smirk gaze on you.

He lifted you up onto your knees again holding your hips up as his poor swolen neglected cock stroked your pussy lips, his dick twitched at the feeling making his eyes nearly roll back in his head.

You lazily turned your had back to look at him, you always found him rather sexy but the thought of fucking your captain made you feel off.

"L-luffy don't you think this is-"

He roughly grabbed your neck pulling your back up against his larger toned body making your pussy gush "unintentionally"

"You disobeying my orders y/n?" He said in a harsh mean tone you felt ashamed as your pussy thought otherwise.

He squeezed your neck and rubbed the tip of his fat cockhead back and forth your clit making your hips buck each time. He pushed your head back onto his shoulder making you meet each others gazes.

"You know what happens when you disobey your captain right?"

Your eyes widened.

"N-no I won't disobey you captain I'm loyal to you!"

You whined out desperately

His gripped tighten on your throat making you whine.

He smirked and giggled showing his pearly whites.

"Good, knew I can count on you y/n! Now be a good girl and take what I give you! Hehe.

He laughed big smile unwavering as he practically slammed his dick into your pussy, your mouth fell agape as your eyes rolled back in your head.

You felt his cock plunging in and out of your sore pussy your embarassing loud wet sounds filling the bathhouse. Luffy's gaze never left your face has be watched your face forms in different pleasured filled expressions.

He got off to them all, he nearly came at the sight.

His brows furrowed as his grin only widened he roughly squished your cheeks welcoming your lips with his.

He felt your pussy clench down hard, groaned into your mouth as he let go of your face he grabbed your hair, the harsh slaps of his hips recoling against the fat of your ass harshly.

"Y-youre so tight y/nnnnnnn if I knew you felt this good I'd been fuck this pussy alreadyy! Awee its not faiirrrrr"

He whined childishly, he let go of your hair you collapsed he held your hips, as he only managed to speed up his thrusts.

"Captainnnn I'm gonna!-"

His brows furrowed.

"Fuck your squeezing your captain so hard!"

Your eyes rolled back in your head as cried out you gushed around his shaft, legs trembling.

This triggered his orgasim as he let out a moan has his eyes rolled back in his head, drowl escaping his mouth as jaw goes slack, his balls clenched and released his cum into your pussy stuffing you full.

He held his throbbing dick inside your pussy emptying his balls before pulling his softening cock out of you his cum gushing out of your abused hole. Both of you groaning at the feeling of being separated.

"Shishishi Y/n that was fun! 2 years was worth the wait!"

He laughed as he grabbed you roughly putting you down back into the water sitting on his lap.

You looked back at him brows furrowed, how the hell does this man have this much damn energy.

He looked at you with his shit grin

He groped your left boob harshly, before whispering in your ear.

"You can't run from me y/n you are our jounalist after all what would I do without you! Shishishi"

He laughed loudly squeezing your waist hugging you from behind burrowing his head into your neck happily.

You tried to look to the better side of things.

Now that he has you he won't mess with you that often so you think.

Now that he's gotten a taste of his longed for cravings, he's become addicted to your very existence, and he'll be glued to your hip no matter how much you try to hide!!

Goodluck trying to avoid him now❤️

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(18+/Minors DNI)

AO3 Link | Word Count: 1,527 | Chapters 1/1

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Synopsis: It's been years since high school and Jinwoo can't help but miss you... a lot.

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Pairing: Sung Jin-Woo/Reader , Sung Jin-Woo/You

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Tags: No Use Of Y/N, Jin-Woo POV, Masturbation, Virgin Sung Jin-Woo, Daydreaming, Secret Crush, Old Friends, Oral Sex, Kissing, Marking, Mild Dacryphilia, Ambiguous/Open Ending, No Webtoon Spoilers, Anime Only Friendly,

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Picture from @oo0mika0oo ‘s icon edits (I couldn’t remember what chapter this panel was from sob)

There’s an itch under Jinwoo’s skin. Unscratchable and constantly pressing on the back of his mind. It’s a feeling as if he needs to fight something but no matter what he fights, or kills, or conquers, it never goes away. His mind stays clouded and the underside of his skin itches as always. It’s a hazard. Jinwoo hasn't been worried about slipping up in a while but he just might come close like this. 

At Jinah’s insistence he allowed himself to take a break for once. He wasn’t actually able to argue with her about his workload once she started loudly fake-crying. She had invited him to go out with her and her friends, something about a movie and lunch; she insisted that getting out of the house for something other than a raid would be good for him. Which albeit did sound nice despite the fact that he would be hanging out with a bunch of teenagers; however, that persistent nagging in the back of his brain probably wouldn’t let him enjoy it anyway. Instead Jinwoo opted for staying home and letting the quiet of his empty house wash over him. 

He bathes for longer than usual and nearly falls asleep at one point, he doesn’t actually feel fatigue physically much anymore but as for mental fatigue? There’s not much Jinwoo can do for that one. He drops himself onto his bed and finds his mind drifting to scenes of his high school years and the people he hasn’t thought about in what feels like a lifetime. He must really be tired; who would have thought he’d spend his day off reminiscing like this.

So much has changed, but above all else Jinwoo wonders if you’re the same. Probably not, everyone changes as they age, it’s natural. Maybe the important things are the same though. The way your tongue pokes out to wet your bottom lip as you think. The way your fingers twirl a pencil when you’re bored. The way your eyes light up when he tells a bad joke.

God Jinwoo hasn’t seen you in forever, he wonders what you’re up to now; is your number still the same? Would you even answer if he called? Does time heal all wounds? Surely enough years have gone by since the fight, you have to be at least a little curious as to what he’s up to. Curious enough to answer the phone? Maybe later, or maybe never, you’re probably better off without him in your life anyway.

Maybe it’s an effort to torture himself but before Jinwoo even realizes he’s doing it, he’s searching your name on social media. At first nothing comes up and something cold grips in his chest for just a moment, but he’s not stupid. He looks up your other friends and finds you easily through tagged photos. You changed your name, you always said you would one day. It makes him crack a smile as he scrolls your page. It’s hard not to take notice of the fact that there doesn’t seem to be a partner in any of your pictures. It’s just you alone or you with a group of friends. A significant other is truly nowhere in sight. The idea that maybe you’ve been waiting for him manifests from this and sticks in his brain like glue. That can’t be possible, but it’s nearly unshakeable. Nearly, as it’s mostly forgotten when he slides across a recent picture of you lounging on the beach. It’s clearly taken by a friend as you seem to be looking somewhere else entirely. 

It makes his breath hitch slightly, you really don’t look anything like you did in high school, but then again neither does he. You’ve somehow gotten even prettier and it’s making the room grow hotter around him. Jinwoo wants to see you again so badly. The way that you’ve changed some isn’t what kills him though, in fact it’s the opposite. Sure, maybe your face, even your body, have changed since he’s last seen you; but he can tell that you’re still the same from this one picture. Truly, the stupid smile on your face and complete unawareness of anything happening around you is just so like you. He’s seen what he needs to.

Locking his phone he sighs heavily, now that he’s done with his little trip down memory lane a new problem seems to be making itself known. He’s growing undeniably hard and he has an idea as to why but he won’t be confronting that right now. Instead Jinwoo tells himself that he’ll be able to bring himself some relief and keep his head carefully blank. Truthfully he knows this to be a lie, he’ll wander; and as he wanders he may find himself somewhere he shouldn’t be.

But maybe… Toying with his waistband he struggles with himself. Maybe he should let his brain wander. After everything maybe he’s allowed to have this one thing. Just this once he’ll let himself indulge in thoughts of you he’s never dared to let himself before. 

Shoving his pants down, Jinwoo shudders when the first image of you passes through his mind, it’s that picture of you on the beach. He uses that picture to fill the semi-blurry image of you in his head, but he knows it’s you when he brushes his fingertips across his cock and sighs quietly. Despite the fact that the new image of you in his head isn’t clear he can still imagine your presence and that’s what matters. 

Jinwoo rubs the head of his cock with his thumb and imagines what it would be like to kiss you, to feel your body squirm under his own as he covers your throat in marks. He wants people to know that they can’t have you, they don’t know you, not like he does. A choked sound escapes him and his eyelids flutter closed. Softly stroking his cock with a loose hand he wonders if you would beg him to hurry up. Would you tug at his shirt and whine, your strong personality melting away entirely? He would like to think so, he wants it to be his turn to take care of you. 

He would take his time to open you up, maybe he doesn’t have experience but he can take directions well and he’s an extremely fast learner. Jinwoo’s breath hitches, hand tightening to a firm hold as he strokes himself faster at the thought of putting his mouth on you. He can vividly imagine your legs over his shoulders, heels grinding into his back as he guides your hands to his hair. He wants to feel it, he wants to taste you on his tongue, he wants the sharp sting of your tugs at his hair. He wants it, everything. God he’d give anything to hear the way you would cry out so brokenly for mercy, a break, but he wouldn’t be able to stop not unless you actually wanted him to. You’d kick him if that were the case, but until then he imagines with absolute clarity giving you orgasm after orgasm.

His breathing becomes labored, a whine escaping his throat as he twists his cock just right, he’s so close and he wants to draw it out, imagine actually fucking you, but he can’t. The thought of you looking at him blissed out, tears in your eyes as you beg him for a kiss, it’s too much. With one fist wrapped in the bedsheet at his side and the other tugging at his cock with harsh, heavy strokes, Jinwoo cries your name. He continues to stroke himself to the point of near overstimulation, just to keep seeing you in his head; but he can’t continue forever so eventually images fade as does the high. Jinwoo’s left with his chest heaving even though it wasn’t strenuous at all. Perhaps it was the exhilaration of thinking of you after all of these years.

The perpetual itch is gone now, laughably so, but replacing it is a deep reverberating ache in his chest. He lifts his arm to stare at the mess he’s made, not only of hand but also his social life. Maybe Jinwoo should call you. What’s the worst you can do? Tell him you hate him? He’ll live. He ignores the pang in his chest at the very thought of you hating him. He sighs and grabs a tissue, he needs to clean up and pull up his goddamn pants. 

That all takes but a moment. After washing his hands for an inordinately long time he stares at himself in the mirror, the flush to his cheeks and ruffle to his hair are inconspicuous at best and completely telling at worst. He needs to fix that before his sister comes home but first he needs to call someone. 

The dial tone lasts so long he starts to pull his phone away from his ear, unprepared to hear the voicemail. He’s ready to hang up before the ringing abruptly cuts, there’s a deep aching pause, then a soft voice.

”Jinwoo… Is that you?”

Well?  His brain echoes the question at him.  Is it?