Snug Fit
Warnings: SMUT/18+, minors DNI
Tags/themes: sub/dom dynamic, pussyjob, thighjob, trapped, frotting and grinding
Summary: Technical issues arise when mid-flight aboard the Razorcrest and as you try to solve the issue at hand, Din gets all too close and your bodies become trapped in the small electrical unit, pressed against one another.
A/N: this is my first time posting any fan fiction to tumblr or any platform really,,,,, I’ve written smut before for personal enjoyment though lmao but yeah,,,, I hope you all enjoy, and please give me feedback!! (Also apologies if I missed any grammatical/spelling errors, I did try to proof read tho)✨💫
“Wait, Din, I’m fine in here, just don’t— wait— stop, you’ll get stuck!”
Sometimes you wished you had never boarded the Razorcrest all those months ago. Today was one of those days.
You shifted yourself in front of the Mandalorian who now also invaded the small space of one of the electrical units aboard the ‘Crest, attempting to manoeuvre yourself out of the cramped room. The electrical wiring system for the engine output regulations aboard the Mandalorian’s Razorcrest ship had short-circuited mid-flight as you both headed to the outer-rim planet of Tatooine, and, upon becoming the ship’s mechanic all those weeks ago, you immediately descended from the cockpit of the ship to attempt to resolve the issue. You just didn’t expect it to be so complex. And it didn’t help that your shipmate Din was now invading the already cramped area in a misconstrued attempt to assist you.
“You said you needed help,”
Din’s cold and modulated voice spoke out from under the beskar helmet he wore.
“Yes, help. Not for you to trap me in the room! I just needed a couple of tools, and now— dank farrik— were stuck in here!”
You snapped back harshly, unsuccessfully trying to wriggle towards the exit of the small space to at least reach your toolbox.
Originally, you had managed to solve the issue somewhat alone, however when you needed your pliers from the toolbox, but were hesitant let go of the wrench you held in your other hand, you had called out to the infamous beskar-clad Mandalorian warrior for assistance. However, being the stoic and stubborn man you soon discovered the infamous Mando to be, your request for help with tools became misinterpreted in the bounty hunter’s frustrated state, still feeling inconvenienced by his ship’s shortcomings despite your presence to try and solve the issue. Hence, Din had invaded the space also, the both of you now becoming trapped in the tight space, immovable and pressing snugly against each other. If you were not so distracted, perhaps it would feel intimate. Almost as intimate as other touches the two of you have shared in the low lights of the ship’s cargo bay.
It wasn’t always easy for both of you aboard the ship though, the two of you distrusting of each other for weeks and lacking in conversation. However soon enough the Mandalorian and yourself began to bond, particularly over your shared fascination with weaponry, but also your now shared responsibility and compassion for the imperial target and precious green child, Grogu. Over time, the three of you became an inseparable team, exchanging experiences and moments of care and domestic intimacy and even true names, as you even had the privilege of learning the usually-cold and unassuming warrior’s name; the Mandalorian revealed his name to be Din, only to you.
However, it was times like these, sandwiched between the muddled wall of wires along the electrical unit room and the Mandalorian warrior’s cold beskar and rigid limbs, that you merrily willed yourself to die. After all, whilst you would never admit it, even despite the all-too-intimate and brooding touches you shared with Din in the dark of the night, such as a caress of your hip or a stroke of Din’s bicep, you overall had developed deep-rooted feelings for the Mandalorian, often finding yourself blushing and longing for touches further than those brief moments in passing. Therefore, such emotions made being pushed so close up against Din’s form all the more unbearable, your cheeks beginning to flush and breathing hitching in your throat as you felt his body somewhat enclose around yours as he reached around to attempt to fix the wires you had tended to just moments prior.
“W-wait, I can fix it Din. I just need to hold the yellow wire still w-whilst I place the fuse wire back in the correct output port,”
You somewhat stutter out, moving your arms slightly to hinder the movements of the Mandalorian behind you but losing your previous assertive aggression the more your mind took note of how Din’s beskar moulded to your back and thighs as you both winded up pressed flush against each other. You could feel the way Din’s helmet began to lay heavy on your shoulder he leaned over you to observe the problem at hand once more, your now somewhat shaky hands grasping at the wires, attempting to place them in the correct output ports.
“Let me help, I can hold the red one out of the way while you plug the yellow back in,”
Din’s cool, modulated voice rang out softly behind you, causing your face to blush somewhat as he shifted around you once more to try and hold the wires in front of your chest.
Despite his innocent and earnest efforts, your body held pressed against his own further as you once more hindered such endeavours, seeking to solve the problem alone and also therefore in the process hinder any further touches.
“S-stop shifting so much, Y/N. Let me help you,”
The Mandalorian’s voice spoke out once more, irritation and an octave of another emotion you couldn’t quite pinpoint in your blushing state laced throughout his usual calm baritone.
“W-wait, j-just let me do it. I nearly had it until you moved,”
You responded harshly, yet stuttering slightly as you felt his body attempting to manoeuvre itself once more but only succeeding in inadvertently pushing harder against your hips and back.
You began to shift yourself somewhat, body subconsciously tensing and shuddering with desire and heat as you felt Din’s armour and muscular form push against your body roughly as he tried some more to hinder your own movements now, you assumed to still your hinderances to his efforts to help. Defiantly, somewhat frustrated that Din seemingly didn’t trust you to fix the issue at hand and equally beginning to inwardly enjoy the friction and heat between your two bodies, you wriggled against Din, attempting to manoeuvre yourself into a position where you could better grasp the wires on the wall given the cramped conditions.
Then you heard it.
At first you thought you were caught up in some twisted sexual delusion spawned by your dirty mind and secret thoughts, as your ears pricked up at the sound of a strangled yet quiet groan by your right ear emerging from the helmet which sat upon your neighbouring shoulder. However your body’s wriggling motions were stilled suddenly as Din’s firm, gloved hands grasped desperately at your hips, halting you completely as he sighed with what sounded like aching relief.
“I said... don’t move so much, Y/N,”
Din managed out, his voice now sounding much more on edge than previously, once again the familiar sound of a slightly groan (of which was so quiet you would’ve missed had there been more space between you both) sounding out by your ear as his body absent-mindedly pushed further against your own.
“Maker, I just wanted to help...”
Mando again began but let his words trail of with a sigh as his hands gripped your hips further, drawing a gasp of embarrassed but desperate pleasure and shock from you.
And then you felt it.
Suddenly, at your sigh of unexpected heat and lust, you felt something hard and girthy twitch between your slightly parted legs as the beskar-clad warrior’s fingertips twitched at your hips. Since when did Mando wear a codpiece?
Oh.
Your entire face bloomed a shade of crimson one would have never thought possible as you sighed out unsteadily and somewhat helplessly under your breath as the reality of the situation dawned on you and heat began to crash over you in delicious waves of sinful, unadulterated desire. Din was hard. Din was hard because of you. Because you had writhed so much against him in this god forsaken electrical unit. He was throbbing. Aching.
Experimentally yet ashamedly, your body somewhat moved on its own accord, pushing further backwards into Din’s own, your plump ass, of which was only covered by the thin fabric of your tunic and panties, somewhat grinding backwards into Din’s aching and throbbing erection. The warrior behind you appeared to somewhat growl lowly as he stilled you once more with a harsh grip tugging at your hips.
“D-Din, I— are you—?”
You cautiously began to sigh out as your body’s heat and desire rippled through your abdomen and core like a scorching flame, beginning to question if Din really was hard, and more importantly if he was really going to do this with you right here. Perhaps all those brief touches and longing glances aboard the ship had gotten to him just as much as they had you. However ultimately you were interrupted when Din’s voice cut you off, rasping and low, responding to your unanswered questions as though he could read your mind, stating,
“I’m fixing the problem here.”
The ambiguous answer and low tone of his voice had your head spinning with further questions and heady desire as Din’s hands wandered upwards, snaking up and around your waist in front of your chest, wavering in between your breasts and the wiring wall. Just as you opened your mouth to attempt to confirm whether or not Din was primarily seeking to first resolve the wiring issue, a shocked whimper and gasp escaped your swollen lips as Din’s gloved hands pawed hungrily at your still-clothed chest.
“Cyare... so soft,”
Din groaned out from over your shoulder as his hips began to grind into your own, his clothed but rock hard cock rubbing deliciously in between your thighs as the fabric of your tunic shifted naturally out of the way of his hips’ path.
All you could do was but moan out his name in desperation and shock as your body quivered under his desperate groping and touches.
Somewhat hastily, completely lost to the his desires and his conscience suitably blurred, Din began to shift his hands to free his leaking and desperate cock from its confines behind you and shift your tunic and panties out of his way as best he could given the cramped conditions. You gasped as the cool air hit your dripping wet core.
Din appeared to chuckle darkly, the first time you’d heard him laugh in a few days, as he spoke to your right ear lowly,
“If you hadn’t have moved so much, we wouldn’t be stuck like this now Meshla.”
You whimpered weakly at the Mandalorian’s words as you felt his long hard dick position itself between your thighs teasingly, gliding along your wet pussy lips and soft, trembling thighs as Din’s hips’ movements resumed and his grasp at your hips retook it’s place, his grinding resuming. You gasped and quivered and moaned helplessly below Din as his cock glided teasingly yet deliciously against your achingly desperate core, the head of his cock violating your swollen clit with sinful ease. Your mind was blurring and blanking as you gripped the wall in front of you to steady yourself against Din’s harsh snapping of his hips, your entire body quivering and melting beneath the beskar-clad bounty hunter’s ministrations. Oh, how you could’ve only dreamed of such outlandish and sinful situations just hours ago. Although despite such heat and desperate pleasure completely taking over all sense of your mind and power of your body, admittedly Din was feeling just as desperately pleasurable and euphoric as he savoured the feeling of your dripping wet pussy lubricating his cock and your thighs as he used your body to milk his cock to approach his climax.
“N-ner meshla— Maker— you feel so good like this,”
Din began, completely lost to his euphoria and pleasure as his cock throbbed between your pussy and thighs and his voice drabbled and groaned out strings of Mando’a and curses.
Equally, your own mind and body completely melted and unravelled beneath Din as his cock stimulated your dripping wet pussy with such calculated and delicious sensations, the sliding and friction and rubbing of your aching bud causing you to whine out his name like a mantra as your walls clenched around nothing. Both your bodies were pushing against each other in an animalistic drive towards your mutual climax.
“Cyarika, do you like this? You’re— Ka’ra— you’re so loud... I-I was going to fuck you, but I might just finish with you like this,”
Din groaned and breathed out possessively as his hips picked up speed further and stuttered as you moaned and arched into him.
Despite the lack of penetration, the combined experience of being so close to the shipmate you had daydreamed of, his outlandish words of his mother tongue that dripped with sexual desire, and the perfectly aligned movements of the Mandalorian’s hips and cock against your body made you writhe in sheer pleasure desperately against him even in such an already tight area as you begged and moaned out unashamedly for Din now, groaning,
“D-Din! Aah, Maker it feels a good! Please, more!”
The sound of your begging and desperate whimpers as you raced ever closer to your climax caused Din’s hips to stutter and snap even rougher towards you, the feeling of your thighs and pussy sandwiching his cock so divinely causing him to groan and grip at your hips even more desperately, approaching his own end equally as rapidly.
“Ner Meshla, I’m gonna cum all over you— so good,”
Din’s lips allowed him to spill and growl out such words out with a particularly rough thrust that had you seeing stars as his cock shifted divinely against your wet and swollen clit.
You were so close to you climax that if you weren’t so caught up in all of the sensations that overwhelmed your quivering body perhaps you would be embarrassed. However, you could practically feel the way Din’s chest heaved beneath his armour and the way his breath hitched and became caught up in moans and grunts as his cock throbbed between your thighs and it became increasingly evident you were both approaching the heavenly peak of your pleasure.
Your whole body practically shuddered and your eyes rolled back heavenly when you felt gloved fingertips reach up to twist your pebbles nipples beneath your thin tunic, and suddenly you felt your entire body crashing over the edge from the overwhelming stimulation, Din’s ever-grinding cock beckoning your body to release onto him.
“Cyare, release for me,”
The Mandalorian’s vocoded but groaning voice demanded in your ear as his hips uncontrollably pistoned between your own and stuttered uncontrollably as he felt himself equally unravelling and tensing at his own peak.
That’s what did it for you as your whole body convulsed, arched and moaned against the beskar-clad warrior’s own, your release stronger than any you had granted yourself recently as you felt your lower region grow embarrassingly wet but your mind blank and blur with white-hot heat and pure ecstasy.
Din soon followed suit, his hands returning to your hips as he thrust forth against the soft, warm and wet skin of your thighs and pussy as he released his seed against your skin and partially onto the wall, groaning out possessive names in Mando’a in a such a desperately strangled octave that likened itself to a heavenly melody to you. Breathing stuttering and panting between you both, you both supported each other’s weight in your post-release afterglow, processing the euphoric but equally shockingly spontaneous sexual encounter in your minds.
Suddenly, the ship’s cargo bay lit up somewhat brighter with re-ignited power as the electrical unit’s interface before your face in the now heated, cramped room now unexpectedly read:
‘All output systems regulated. Maintenance issue resolved’
Your face twisted in confusion as you wondered how you could’ve possibly fixed the ships wiring issue during all of the prior moments yourself and Din just shared. Then it hit you like a brick wall, as you began to realise in all your shuddering movements and heavenly driving towards pleasure, the two of you must’ve knocked the misplaced wires back into the correct areas and output ports. Smirking somewhat, you panted out to the Mandalorian whose body still pressed closely against yours,
“Look, I fixed the problem after all.”
However, chuckling into your right ear as his helmet still remained perched atop your shoulder, Din slyly responded,
“I fixed the other growing problem we were having- it’s called teamwork.”
You blushed somewhat, remembering how you caused the Mandalorian’s and your own arousal in such a sticky situation, of which ironically was now even stickier as the warrior’s cum still inched down your thighs.
“W-wait, Din... how are we actually going to get out of here now?”
You suddenly questioned, all too aware of the awkward positioning you know both found yourselves stuck in, snugly yet all-too-intimately slotted against each other’s like a bizarre jigsaw puzzle.
All you were met with was silence.
This was going to be interesting.
_____ Pairings: Luffy x Reader; Sanji x Reader; Zoro x Reader Summary: Your fears come to light, but your boyfriend is there to protect you. Warnings: Hurt, comfort, fluff, fears/phobias mentioned at the beginning of each character pairing, Female Reader A/N: Sorry for the lack of uploads, I've been swamped by assessment and exams, I hope you enjoy :) [One Piece Masterlist] _____
You were in your room, not a care in the world. You were hiding from the raging sun that lay on the deck, relishing the peace that comes from immersing yourself in a book after weeks of fighting; finally, back on the open sea. The pages passed through your fingers like clockwork, and you were lost in the ease and safety the Sunny provided you.
You turn your body to the side, your book falling with you as you do so, but your heart is suddenly torn from leisure as your eyes catch movement beyond the pages you look to.
There is a Spider on your bedside table.
In a blur of moments, your heart drops, eyes darting from your book to the black creature, mere moments away from crawling onto the bed with you. Instantly, cold sweat rises from within you, and your breath is suddenly lost and within you all at the same time.
Before you can help it, you scream.
You rush in a hurry of scrambled movements away from the spider that had been only a few inches away from your head, and your back hits a wall now meters away. But there's not enough space. You can feel its eyes watching you, you can see its creepy being as it moves, and you feel a sickening pool in your gut at the thought of it having been so close.
You know you should move - the door to escape is just a few steps in front of you - but fear has made your limbs useless. You feel your eyes fill with tears, and you find yourself silenced; the only sound is the pounding of your heart as your phobia sets in. Your hands tremble as the spider moves, and you resist the urge to squeeze your eyes shut; you do not want to lose sight of the wretched creature.
God, why now? Why me?
You are so panicked, your heart jumps when the door to your room is suddenly opened.
"[Y/N]!!!"
Your boyfriend bursts through your now-opened door, eyes wide and frantic and breath light as though he rushed to get to you.
Because, well, he had.
When Luffy had been sitting on his figurehead as he always does, with the cool breeze on his face and the peace of the open sea, the last thing he expected was an unfamiliar scream bringing him into motion. Unfamiliar because Luffy was not used to you being so alarmed; he was not used to hearing the echoes of your voice catch onto fear.
Luffy swears his heart had almost fallen to his feet when he heard your scream, and despite other crewmembers looking up in surprise and concern. They were no match for the speed of your boyfriend as he travelled quickly to the deck and disappeared in a blur of movements to your side.
The entirety of the ten seconds it took for him to get to you, his heart had paced his chest in worry, but now, as he witnesses your tearful eyes and the way you seem to try to hide within the walls, his worry only increases tenfold. This was you, [y/n], one of the strongest women he knew, and he felt a flare of protectiveness as he witnessed a sight he was not used to: you, scared.
"[y/n], what's wrong?" His voice is rushed, soft hands reaching for you, eyes searching yours for the cause of the dread he sees etched within them. His heart pounds.
Was someone here?
Did someone threaten you?
Who does he need to beat up?
What does he need to protect you from?
His eyebrows pull together as he watches you, the love of his life, try to form words. But it is then that he realises your eyes seem distant, not in an emotional way, but you had been staring past him, not meeting his gaze for some time now. And you know you should feel embarrassed, but you do not find it in yourself to hesitate when you raise a shaky hand towards the direction of your bed-side table.
"[y/n]?"
The Spider.
"L-Lu, please, can you g-get rid of it?"
Your voice is soft but trembles under your fear, a few tears slip past your cheeks, and it breaks your boyfriend's heart to see you that way. His eyebrows furrow in confusion when he sees you gesture in the direction of your bed, and he witnesses the creature you were so afraid of. In normal instances, he feels as though he would've laughed, but when he looks to see you, looking at him tearfully, in need of help, all he wants to do is reassure and protect you.
He quickly goes to your bedside, tilting his head at the creature as though waiting for it to protest to its removal before grabbing it swiftly between his hands. "I'll be back!" He quickly runs from the room, leaving you in silence, but returns shortly after with the absence of the creature in his hands. You finally feel yourself take a breath, and a rush of heat travels to your cheeks.
"Thanks, Lu..."
You murmur, unable to meet his eyes, but all you hear is your boyfriend's laugh, and all you feel is his warmth as he travels up to you, wrapping an arm around you tightly. It causes you to look up, and his grin is so bright and proud it rivals the sun.
"It's okay [y/n], you don't have to worry about Spiders when you're with me. I'll protect you!"
God, how did you get yourself into this situation? Maybe it was the lack of thinking, or the barrage of enemies that rushed you into movement, but now, in the middle of a dense forest, you found yourself stuck atop an abnormally high tree.
You sigh shakily as you look down at the forest floor, instantly regretting your decision to do so; it seems eons away. You feel sickness fill you and sweat promptly rises across your body, along with a flush that reaches your cheeks. You were a Strawhat, for God's sake, and yet you could not seem to move. Your hands burned at the tightness you held the trunk, bark etching itself onto your skin, and courage was a distant being to you.
Panic invades your senses, and your breath comes to you in short and shaky increments. You didn't know where your friends were, and you didn't want to call out, only for them to see you in no real danger, but lost in your head because of your irrational fear. Irrational. But to you, it was perfectly rational; to you, it felt as though you were on the brink of falling to your death.
Your mind scrambles, in a haze of wanting relief from the stress and the fear, but also in knowing you would likely get laughed at if you were ever found. Luckily for you, however, you hear the voice of one man, who you think will save you from turmoil. A voice calling to you, that took on a worried edge, most likely because of the onslaught of enemies that separated you from him.
"[y/n]!! Love, where are you?"
You find your boyfriend's familiar figure, his blond hair travelling far beneath you. Instantly, you feel queasy at the sight of him so far from you, and you force your eyes to face forward once more. But you don't know if you have the voice to reply.
"Love?!"
But you have to.
"S-," your voice is lost for a moment, but the tears that fill your eyes seem to encourage you to shout out to him; your fears are too much to bear. "Sanji!! I'm up here!"
You find solace in the fact that your voice stayed strong, and didn't give way to the tremors that invaded your body.
"Love?" Sanji's eyes instantly dart upwards, relief filling him in an instant at the sight of you unharmed. You were far up the breadth of an extremely tall tree, and Sanji could only imagine that you were rushed up the branches in the pursuit of safety from the enemies that had swarmed you.
Your boyfriend almost laughs out in ease, but his senses seem to pick up on your distress and the way you stand so rigid and unmoving, even when there is no adversary near.
"Love, you can come down now, there's no one here."
You hear the ringing of Sanji's voice in your ears, but again when you look down, you are instantly regretful, eyes looking sharply upwards and trying to contain your cries and embarrassment. You feel the branches creak at your movements, the breeze ruffles your hair slightly, and you hold tighter and unwavering.
"Love?"
Another swift breeze has you clutching onto the trunk of the tree like your life depended on it. More tears slip past your lashline, and you can't hide the way you are so afraid anymore. Sanji's brows come together in concern and worry, his heart beating faster as he realises you are so distressed. The love of his life, afraid.
"Love-"
"I-I can't! It's too high! Sanji- I can't-"
Sanji's heart drops sharply as he hears the trembling of your words falling from your mouth. He can practically feel the pain of the bark etching itself on your skin, can see the way you are so static and unmoving, can see your tears that threaten to break his heart. Never had he seen you so distressed, so scared of something before. Never had he acted so quickly to one's words.
Instantly, Sanji moves, kicking at the air in a rush to get to your side and reassure you.
"Don't worry, love, I'll come get you."
"Sanji..."
Only a second passes and you open your eyes from when you have fought to keep them tightly shut. You feel the pain in your limbs after being so rigid and stubborn, but you have yet to feel the relief that comes with safety. You can scarcely see past your tears, but Sanji's gaze reflects one of worry, as he caresses your face and catches the teardrops that run along them.
"I've got you, love."
Quickly, he gathers you into his arms, and you squeeze your eyes shut once more as you feel his gentle hands prying you into his chest. You only feel your fear start to fade when you feel your boyfriend's arms wrap themselves around you, in a cocoon of his scent and safety and warmth. Sanji doesn't feel his worry fade as he still feels light tremors travel through your skin.
When you are finally both on solid ground, you open your eyes slowly, a deathly grip still on your boyfriend. You meet worried eyes and try to smile sheepishly, fighting embarrassment as you wipe your tears frantically from your face. "S-sorry Sanji, guess that was stupid huh, afraid of heights, what a-" But Sanji quickly cuts you off with a gentle smile and the caress of hair that has fallen to your face.
"Love, it's not stupid, you were afraid, and that's okay. Everyone gets scared sometimes."
You still feel hesitant even under his love-lorn gaze, and the flickers of his eyes as he admires you, and relishes in the feeling of having been able to save you from your dread.
"But-"
"No matter what, I'll protect you, love."
"Take them away."
You grit your teeth at how the men behind you handle you harshly; their fingers gripping tightly onto the flesh of your arms. You do not turn, but you hear your boyfriend being treated the same, despite a lack of struggle on both of your parts. You don't exactly know how the two of you had gotten into this predicament, but Nami had told you both to surrender if ever captured; there was an easier escape route from the dungeons.
You try to contain your want to wrench free from grasps and show the men behind you what you are truly capable of, but you know (and Zoro knows) that this place was the primary breadth of enemy territory, and in doing so, it would be almost impossible to find a way out. You are both escorted through hallways and down several flights of stairs, the whole time you can feel your boyfriend's eyes trained on how the guards handle you. But finally, the men slow down and you find yourselves in what you are supposed to be the dungeons.
Supposed, because instead of jail cells, what greeted you was rows of metal doors.
You try to ignore the increased thrumming in your heart and try to stay voiceless when the men start to mutter about the cells you and Zoro would be confined to. You had been expecting metal bars and open spaces, not a metal box to be confined to. But before you can say anything, the guards move once more, opening a metal door before shoving both you and your boyfriend into the small space.
"W-wait-"
But the guards slammed the door shut and you were stuck in essentially, a box, where there was just enough space for the two of you to sit, and only just tall enough for the two of you to stand. The only light was the thin lines that seep in from the edges of the door, and the only sound is a humming sound and a soft breeze you knew to be air that was blown into the space.
Air, and yet you seem to forget how to breathe.
Zoro groans as he sits on the floor, but you remain standing, suddenly static on your feet. A harsh dread has kicked in, and as your eyes dart around the dark and enclosed space, sweat rises on your skin and your heartbeat burns against your chest. There is a panic, an indescribable phobia that fills you, as your trembling hands reach the coldness of metal that surrounds you, your eyes darting every which way to try to find an opening in the space around you.
Your boyfriend, unfazed and simply waiting on the crew to notice their absence and save them, is ignorant of the silent fears that your mind has entrapped you in. But he still feels you tense and standing next to him, and he furrows his eyebrows, confused.
"Oi, sit down woman. They're gonna be a while."
But you do not move, you can barely hear or accept his reassurances. Your panic flares wilder as you think of being entrapped in this space for a long period of time. Instantly you move into action, anxiety coursing through your veins. The chains around your wrists clatter noisily as trembling hands travel the metal box, breath coming in more laboured increments and trying to stop the sobs that want to break free. A rush of tears has fallen past your eyes, and all of a sudden Zoro is all too aware of you, the love of his life, in turmoil.
"Oi, wo-, [y/n], what's wrong?"
His voice is urgent, tense as if he doesn't notice a danger you are all too aware of. But now you can't control the way your breathing is beyond you, and your cries fall more freely from your lips.
"Z-Zoro, I can't- we- we have to find a way out. Zoro please, I can't stay here, I can't-"
Zoro's heart drops at the pain that is etched in your voice, at your pleading and your fear that entwines itself with your words. He cannot see much but he feels the frantic of your trembling movements, the way the woman he considered strongest in the world, crumbled beneath the weight of the metal room they were confined to.
"[y/n]..."
"Z-Zoro," your voice is etched with the weight of your tears, and though you think you should be embarrassed that a strong fighter such as you, crumbles in an enclosed space, those thoughts are beyond you. You just need to get out.
"Zoro, please- please I can't-"
Instantly, calloused hands reach for yours, and Zoro's worry increases tenfold as he feels the way you tremble beneath his gentle hold. You fight the fear that invades your senses as you feel your boyfriend pull your muttering form to the ground next to him and into his warm embrace. More tears spill as you feel one of Zoro's arms encircle you as though to shield you from what burdens you. You let out a gasping breath, feeling as though you were drowning in your fears.
"Z-Zoro..."
You bury your head into his chest and close your eyes tight as if to try and pretend that the two of you were just on the Sunny, lying in the comforts of your chambers. Zoro's heart aches against his chest at the feeling of you curling up against him, small and afraid of something he cannot save you from. He grits his teeth harshly as he thinks of the unknown amount of time the two of you may be stuck here for.
Soothing circles are splayed on your skin, a gentle murmur of words in the silence but still you keep your eyes shut and try to match your boyfriend's breathing.
"It's fine, woman. Nothing hurts you, as long as I'm here, remember?"
Zoro's voice is gruff in the ringing silence of the room, and if there was light and if you weren't so afraid, you would notice the blush on his cheeks as he murmurs his words to you. But instead, you feel his words cure the racing of your heart and slow the rate of your tears cascading down your face. You nod into him, relishing his warmth and strength and scent. Zoro merely holds you to him tighter.
You do not know the length of time that passes until Nami and Chopper appear from beyond the metal door, harsh light invading your senses. But all you know is that your boyfriend was quick to silently offer you a hand, never speaking of the fear that had reduced you to tears, but providing a gesture that silently promised he would protect you, from whatever you needed him to protect you from.
May I request some short kissing HCs for Julius🥺💕 he deserves all kinds of kisses in my opinion🥺💕💕
♥︎-Kissing Julius always leaves you breathless
♥︎- not because of the passion behind them all (although he does give you your fill of passionate kisses)
♥︎- not because he kisses you deeply and for so long you have to gasp
♥︎- Julius leaves you breathless even if his kiss isn’t to your lips
♥︎- because you always feel the depth his love in them.
♥︎- You feel every bit of love he contains in his body,
♥︎- the vast, never ending, unlimited and unconditional, love.
♥︎- every single time his lips touch you.
♥︎- When he sees you for the first time after a long day and he pulls you to his chest with a smile
♥︎- A soft “hello my sweet” with a grin as he kisses your forehead
♥︎- Lingering for a moment as his love washes over you
♥︎- Replenishing your heart after such a long day
♥︎- And in the morning when you wake up beside him,
♥︎- he’ll roll over and kiss your shoulder and your heart will warm as you wake
♥︎- his wordless way of saying “I’m so happy to wake up beside you again.”
♥︎- “I’m so lucky I get to show you love for another day of my life”
♥︎- And when he sneaks away from Marx to take you out
♥︎- kissing your knuckles as you sit under the stars with a picnic,
♥︎- you can feel how grateful he is for a quiet moment away from the chaos.
♥︎-Grateful for a love that grounds him.
♥︎- and he loves when you kiss him, always knowing when and where the right times are for different ones
♥︎- kissing his jaw and chin as he hugs you just to hear the contented hum rumble through his chest
♥︎- ghosting your lips over his just barely to catch the way he sighs with satisfaction, his eyes staying closed as he just feels the moment with you
♥︎- every time you kiss him, every time your lips brush his skin, he reacts to it. And every kiss has a different reaction
♥︎- and it feels so good to know that even if the kiss is a soft peck,
♥︎- or a heated passion filled kiss
♥︎- he loves them all.
♥︎- he loves that you chose him to be the one to kiss. The one to share your sweet lips and love.
♥︎- The way you can say a million things by a just a soft brush of your lips, leaves him captivated like little else.
“It [love] was a passion neither of the mind nor of the heart, it was a force that comprehended them both, as if they were but the matter of love, it’s specific substance” - John Williams
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I love your writings and I'd love to see more Julius, could I get a sfw alphabet with him?
WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD
NOTES: He’s so cute and angelic and beautiful and handsome and pretty and gorgeous and majestic and elegant and ravishing and lovely and stunning and charming and
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
He’s the kind of guy who exudes a subtle, but unmistakable, affection when you're out and about. While he’s not one to engage in overly passionate displays of affection that make everyone else uncomfortable—like that couple you occasionally spot practically glued together and making out like it’s the end of the world—he has his own way of showing how much he cares. Picture that one guy you once saw casually strolling down the street, hand in hand with his partner, both of them laughing and clearly enjoying each other’s company. There's an easygoing joy about them, a visible connection that makes you think, "I wish I had that." That’s the kind of lover he is in public. He’s all about those little gestures that speak volumes—a squeeze of the hand, a playful nudge, a shared smile that tells a whole story.
When it’s just the two of you, though, he transforms into someone much more demonstrative. In private, his affection is boundless, almost overwhelming in its intensity. It's as if he has been saving up all his love for these quiet moments together. He can't seem to keep his hands off you, not that you’re complaining. He’s always seeking that physical connection, whether it's a gentle hand resting on your hip, his arm draped around your shoulders, or simply holding your hand. It's like he's drawn to you, unable to resist the pull.
For him, it’s almost like a necessity—a way to constantly reassure himself that you’re right there with him. The physical contact isn't just for show; it's a genuine expression of his feelings. When he's got his hands on you, he's happiest, feeling complete and content. Whether you’re curled up on the couch watching a movie or lying in bed whispering to each other, he’s always reaching out, making sure there’s no space between you.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
As a best friend? Oh, he’s absolutely the type of best friend everyone should have at least once in their lives. Julius Novachrono is wise, strong, caring, and genuinely good-hearted. He possesses so many admirable qualities that having him in your life would be a game changer in so many ways. Your depression? Gone. Your anxiety? Practically non-existent. Most of your problems? Vanished. Having him as your best friend is not just a flex—it’s a life-altering experience. As your best friend, Julius would invite you on all sorts of magical adventures. His enthusiasm for exploring new magic is incredibly infectious. You’d find yourself looking forward to each new expedition, eager to uncover the secrets of magic and history with him. His vast knowledge would turn even the simplest conversations into fascinating discussions, leaving you both enlightened and inspired!
But it’s not just his wisdom and sense of adventure that make him an exceptional friend—Julius is also incredibly supportive. He’s always there to lift you up, whether you’re in need of encouragement or just a little bit of company. His constructive feedback and positive reinforcement would help you grow both as an individual and as a magic user, and his unwavering belief in your abilities would bolster your confidence, pushing you to achieve things you never thought possible. Overall, having Julius Novachrono as your best friend would be a positive experience!
As for how the friendship would start, it’s likely that he saw you using your magic and thought, “Woah, cool magic!” And then he approached you and you both just became besties from there.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Are you kidding? He loves cuddling!
Please hold him close and don't let go until he's practically out of breath. If there's one thing he loves more than wrapping you up in his arms, it's being enveloped in yours. He relishes those moments when he can rest his head on your lap, your shoulder, or anywhere on you. The feeling of your arms around him is his ultimate comfort, his sanctuary. He’s more than happy to set aside his responsibilities, forgetting all about the pile of papers waiting for him, just to be near you. And you can tell he genuinely doesn't mind, because to him, nothing compares to the warmth of your embrace. He completely surrenders to it, losing himself in the softness of your touch and the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. It's almost as if the world outside fades away when he's with you. His usual worries and duties become distant echoes, drowned out by the sheer pleasure of being held by you. Those moments are his escape, his bliss. If someone were to see him like this, completely at ease and utterly content in your arms, they might be astonished. They’d probably find it hard to believe that this relaxed, affectionate man is the Wizard King himself.
He doesn’t have a preferred cuddling position; he just goes for whatever he feels like. As long as you’re close to him in some way, he’s content.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Honestly, settling down isn’t something that occupies much space in his mind—at least not until he meets you. Before you came into his life, he was fairly indifferent about the whole idea. It wasn't something he actively opposed, but it wasn't something he spent time thinking about either. It was more of a "meh" concept for him, something he'd consider vaguely in the distant future, if at all. However, I can definitely see him embracing the role of a family man if the topic were to come up. If you were to broach the subject, he would genuinely give it some thought. He’s not the type to dismiss it out of hand, especially if it’s important to you. He’d weigh the idea carefully, reflecting on what it would mean for both of you and your future together. So when it comes to whether he wants to settle down or not, the answer is nuanced. It’s a maybe, a so-so, a “let’s see where life takes us” kind of thing. His feelings are flexible, and they’re shaped largely by the bond he shares with you. If settling down with you means building a future filled with love and companionship, then it’s definitely something he would consider.
Julius is decent at cooking. Could be better, but he’s still decent. Not much to say for this part.
He’s a decent cleaner too.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
He would handle the breakup with the utmost respect, maintaining his polite and considerate nature throughout the entire process. Even if you were to have a breakdown or blow up at him, he wouldn’t be upset in the slightest. He would fully understand your emotions and reactions, offering his empathy and support even as he’s ending the relationship. He knows how tough these moments can be and would never hold your feelings against you.
After the conversation concludes and you both come to terms with the end of the relationship, he will make it clear that he’s still there for you. He’d tell you that you’re always welcome to reach out to him if you need help or support, regardless of your new status as ex-partners. His kindness doesn’t stop with the breakup; he genuinely cares about your well-being and wants to ensure you’re okay even after you’ve gone your separate ways.
Overall, he’ll never harbor any anger or resentment toward you. Instead, he’ll continue to offer his support, showing you that his respect and care for you extend beyond the romantic relationship. It’s a testament to his character and the genuine regard he holds for you as a person. Even in the face of ending things, he remains a steadfast source of compassion and understanding. <3
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Julius is someone who approaches commitment with the utmost seriousness and thoughtfulness. He views commitment as a sacred bond, not just a promise. When he commits, he does so with his whole heart, fully devoted to and deeply invested in making the relationship work. He’s extremely dedicated, and he hopes you’ll bring the same level of dedication to the table. He also places a high value on trust and mutual respect, seeing these as the bedrock of any strong partnership. Without trust, he believes a relationship simply can't thrive. And so, he makes it a priority to foster an environment where you and him can feel secure and valued. He’s committed to treating you with the highest regard and hopes for the same in return, so please don’t let him down.
When it comes to the timeline for marriage, Julius approaches this decision with patience. He’s acutely aware of the significance of such a life-altering commitment and understands the importance of not rushing into it. He would want to be absolutely certain that both he and you are truly ready for this next step. He believes in letting the relationship develop naturally, allowing it to progress at its own pace—valuing the process of getting to know each other deeply and thoroughly before contemplating marriage. He’s not one to jump into things without being sure, so he’d ensure that the foundation of your relationship is solid and well-established.
However, once Julius feels confident in the relationship and is certain about the strength of your bond, he will embrace the idea of marriage wholeheartedly. With that being said, it’d likely take about 4-5 years of growing together and building a strong partnership before he decides it’s time to make things official.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
THE MOST GENTLE A MAN CAN BE. ❤️❤️❤️
Physically, he treats you like you’re made of the finest, most delicate glass. The kind of glass that, if you so much as breathe on it wrong, might shatter into a million pieces. He’s never firm with you, except in situations where your safety is at stake. In those rare moments, he might show a bit of firmness, but only out of sheer necessity to protect you. But once the danger passes? Back to treating you like the most precious thing in the world. He wouldn't dream of hitting you, pinching you, or even accidentally stepping on your foot. And if he ever does accidentally bump into you or causes you the slightest discomfort, you can be sure he’ll be apologizing profusely, practically on his knees. To sum it up, he’s a complete softie with you, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Emotionally, he treats you with the same level of care and consideration. He treats your feelings with the utmost care, as if they’re the most fragile thing he’s ever encountered. Please, bring all your problems to him. Whether it’s something minor like tripping on a rock or something more serious like feeling completely drained and unmotivated, he’s got your back. He’s there for every little worry, every concern, and every conflict. He'll listen, offer advice, or just be a shoulder to cry on—whatever you need. You name it, he’s there, always ready to help. No matter what’s plaguing your mind, he’s your number one supporter, utterly devoted to being as gentle and understanding as possible when it comes to your emotions.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
He loves hugs as much as he loves cuddles, which I just discussed—meaning he absolutely does love them.
Honestly? He’s more of a hand-holding guy. It’s not that his hugs are rare; he just sometimes forgets that hugs are even a thing because he’s always holding your hand. And for him, that’s more than enough. There’s something about the simple act of holding your hand that he finds deeply satisfying. It’s his go-to gesture for showing affection and staying connected with you.
BUTTTTTTT, when he does remember to hug you, those hugs are something special. They’re gentle, warm, and comforting. He’s not the type to squeeze you until you’re gasping for air. Sure, he loves you a lot, but he’s not trying to turn you purple or anything. His hugs are all about making you feel safe and cherished, not squished and breathless. So, if you’re wondering whether his hugs are tight or gentle, they’re definitely on the gentle side. He knows how to give you that perfect, tender embrace that says “I love you” without making you feel like you’re in a wrestling match.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
He would take his time to ensure that his feelings for you were genuine and deep before uttering those three magic words. So when he finally says, “I love you," it's a profound and meaningful moment, underscoring his commitment to the relationship.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He is prone to jealousy, but it’s a rare occurrence. He’s not the kind of guy who gets jealous just because another man is talking to you, walking alongside you, or sharing a laugh. That kind of thing doesn’t bother him at all. However, if he sees someone openly flirting with you, that’s when his jealousy kicks in. But even then, he usually keeps it under wraps. He doesn’t want to make a scene or make anyone uncomfortable. Instead, he waits for the right time when you’re alone together to bring it up—preferring to discuss his feelings privately.
When you’re alone and he voices his jealousy, he’s never rude or accusatory. He remains polite and respectful, hoping you’ll reassure him that your heart belongs to him alone. He trusts you, but he also wants to feel secure in your relationship. It’s important to him to talk things out rather than letting jealousy fester into anger or resentment.
To sum it up, he’s a man who believes in communication. When he’s feeling jealous, he’d rather have a calm, honest conversation with you than let it turn into something negative. He values your relationship too much to let jealousy get in the way!
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
His kisses are gentle—everything about him is gentle. When he kisses you, it’s like you can feel yourself melting from the tenderness and love in those moments. Most of the time, his kisses are soft pecks, but even these brief touches are packed with affection and care. Each kiss, no matter how quick, carries a weight of love that you can feel. And then, there are those rare moments when he gives you a deep, intense, and passionate kiss. That's when things start to heat up a bit. He becomes more handsy, drawing you closer, his touch growing more insistent and fervent. But that’s another topic for never, lol.
He loves to kiss you anywhere, as long as he can feel your skin against his lips. That's all he needs to be content. However, he wouldn't deny that kissing your hand feels the most intimate to him. It's his way of showing you a profound sign of respect and reverence, which makes it even more special for him. Every kiss, whether it’s on your forehead, cheek, or lips, carries his affection, but there’s something uniquely meaningful about those hand kisses.
He absolutely adores it when you pepper his face with kisses. His face practically begs for it. Every part of his face is fair game—cheeks, nose, forehead, you name it. He can't help but feel a delightful tingle shoot through him each time your lips touch his skin. With you so close, showering him with kisses, he can’t help but feel like a teenager with a big fat crush. It’s like he’s caught in a whirlwind of excitement and giddiness every time you lean in to kiss him. And let’s be real, he’s definitely making heart eyes at you whenever you do. To him, your kisses are like magic. So go ahead, shower his face in kisses—he'll be absolutely smitten every single time.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He’s an absolute angel, like an angel sent not just from the heavens but by God himself. His sweetness and caring nature shine through in every interaction, and his sunny disposition is enough to make a child's day brighter. It almost makes you want to see him as a father. He's incredibly patient and always nice, even when a child is a bit of a handful. And, of course, he’s the type who would secretly sneak in just one piece of candy for a kid, adding a touch of magic to their day. I can definitely picture him being adored by many children, his playful and kind nature making him a favorite among them.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
He loves to lay in bed with you for a few extra minutes before starting his day, savoring the time to cuddle and bask in the warmth of your embrace. Those quiet moments together are something he cherishes deeply, a perfect way to start his day before he dives into his Wizard King duties. If you’re a coffee person, he makes a mental note to prepare your coffee first thing in the morning. It’s a small gesture, but it’s his way of showing he cares about your little comforts. He’s all about making sure your day starts off right, whether that means a few extra cuddles or a perfectly brewed cup of coffee. That's just how he is, always thinking of the little things that make you happy.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
I have a very strong feeling that when sleeping with him, he always has to have an arm either around or on you—it’s like a subconscious need to keep you close. There’s not much else to say about how he is during the nights; he just sleeps like any other normal person, except for this habit. Oh, and he kinda snores loudly too. It's not exactly a quiet night, but somehow it’s endearing. And when he sleeps, he sleeps like a baby—completely at peace, relaxed, and sometimes even with a faint smile on his face. So, besides the gentle snores and the need to hold you close, he’s pretty much like anyone else when he’s catching some Z's. 💤
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
From the beginning, he'd be open about the general aspects of his life, such as his role as the Wizard King, his responsibilities, and his immense love for magic and understanding the world. These are the things that define him and what he’s passionate about, so he’d share them early on. However, when it comes to more personal and intimate details about his life, thoughts, and feelings, those will be shared gradually as your relationship with him deepens. There's nothing too unusual here; it’s all about letting things unfold at a natural, comfortable pace.
Julius isn’t the type to divulge everything all at once. He’d reveal aspects of his personal history, his fears, and his hopes gradually, allowing you to take in each piece of his story bit by bit. As the relationship grows, he’ll become increasingly open about more sensitive and personal topics. He understands that vulnerability is a vital part of intimacy, and he would want to share his true self with you, but only at an appropriate pace—a pace where he’s sure that you and him are comfortable. He’s aware that rushing this process can be overwhelming, so he takes it slow.
To sum it up, Julius would reveal things about himself gradually, allowing the relationship to develop naturally. It goes at a normal, appropriate pace—one that makes both you and him feel comfortable and connected!
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
The closest you’ve seen him to being angry is when he gets serious, which usually happens when there’s a threat or something urgent demanding his attention. But other than those moments, he’s never angry—especially not with you. He’d never dare raise his voice at you.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He remembers absolutely everything about you. It’s like he has a mental encyclopedia dedicated solely to you, where every fact and memory is meticulously stored away. He knows every little detail about you like he knows his way around magic—if not, better. He’s not the type to forget even the smallest detail about you. Whether it’s your favorite color, the name of your childhood pet, or the name of your plushie from when you were only a kid, he has it all locked away in his memory.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
This may sound basic, but his favorite moments in the relationship are simply every moment he spends with you—especially the ones where you’re just being together, sharing the same space. He finds immense comfort and joy in having you nearby, within his sights, knowing he can talk to you whenever he wants. Whether it’s to ramble about some fascinating new magic discovery or to vent about all the paperwork Marx is making him do, your presence is his sanctuary. It’s these simple, everyday moments he treasures most—the companionship, the shared smiles, and the effortless way you both fit into each other’s lives.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Julius is inherently protective, driven by his role as the Wizard King and his genuine care for the Clover Kingdom and its people. This protective nature isn’t just about physical safety—it extends to your emotional and mental well-being as well. He would go to great lengths to ensure that you feel secure, supported, and cherished at all times. He’s acutely aware of the dangers and challenges that exist in the world, and he takes his role as a protector seriously. However, he’s not the possessive type of protective. You never feel smothered or restricted by his concern; rather, you feel genuinely safe and at ease knowing he’s always looking out for you. His protection is about creating a space where you can thrive, feel loved, and be yourself without fear. Whether it’s standing guard against external threats or simply being there to listen and support you through life’s ups and downs, Julius ensures you always feel secure and cared for!
He protects you in every and any way he can. Just trust me when I say that he’d go far and beyond to ensure your safety—whether it’s emotional, mental, or physical.
He doesn’t need much protection, but he won’t stop you if you want to protect him. He’ll gladly let you shield him in any way you can, as long as it doesn’t harm you in the process. Your desire to protect him is something he deeply appreciates, and he finds it incredibly touching. However, when it comes to physical danger, he might draw the line. The last thing he wants is for his beloved to get injured while trying to protect him. He’s grateful for your courage and love, but he’d much rather be the one to take any hits in battle. It’s his way of ensuring your safety, which is his top priority. But outside of physical confrontations, he’s more than happy to let you protect him in any way you wish. Whether it’s offering emotional support, helping him navigate stressful situations, or simply being there for him, he values and welcomes your protection. Just remember, he wants you to stay safe and sound, too.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He’s the epitome of effort and devotion. Julius is definitely not the type to forget anniversaries, skimp on gifts, or neglect everyday tasks that show how much he cares. He pours his heart and soul into making you happy, going above and beyond to ensure that every moment you spend together is filled with joy and love. Whether it’s planning a surprise anniversary dinner, selecting the perfect gift that he knows will light up your face, or simply taking care of the little things that make your day brighter, he’s always thinking of ways to show his love and appreciation for you.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
None. He’s perfect.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He’s not too concerned about his appearance. When passing by a mirror or anything reflective, he’ll quickly glance at it to make sure he doesn’t have anything on his face. It’s more of a quick check to ensure he’s not inadvertently walking around with something like a piece of food stuck at the corner of his mouth or something—just to ensure everything looks presentable. But beyond that, he's not one to obsess over his appearance or spend hours in front of the mirror. He’s comfortable in his own skin.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Absolutely. Julius would indeed feel incomplete without you. If he found the one (you), he'd be deeply attached. If something were to happen to you, he wouldn’t be able to simply move on. You would consume his thoughts incessantly, leaving an irreplaceable void in his heart. Losing you would be like him losing a part of himself.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Loves stargazing and baking with you!
There's something incredibly serene and tranquil about those quiet, nightly moments spent under the vast expanse of the night sky. It's in those moments that he finds solace and peace, especially when he's sharing them with you. He delights in spending hours identifying constellations, tracing the paths of shooting stars, and pondering the mysteries of the celestial bodies scattered across the heavens. And of course, he can’t help but ramble on about all of this to you. It’s like his own personal astronomy lecture, but with the added bonus of your company.
He also enjoys baking with you because it’s just so much fun! Especially when you’re trying out a new recipe or tackling something a bit more challenging. He’s the type of guy who’ll playfully smear a bit of dough on your face just for the fun of it, and then can’t help but giggle at the sight. Before you know it, what started as innocent baking quickly turns into a full-blown food fight in the kitchen!!! Flour flying, frosting splattering—it’s chaos, but it’s the most enjoyable kind of chaos. He’s not afraid to get a little messy and let loose, especially when it means making such fun memories with you.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Julius wouldn’t be drawn to someone who is inherently evil. He seeks someone with a warm and good-hearted nature, someone who embodies empathy and treats others with respect and kindness. Even if someone may come across as naturally mean or tough on the surface, as long as they possess a kind heart deep down, Julius would appreciate that. He believes in the power of redemption and the potential for people to change for the better. However, he has no tolerance for those who are callous or lack empathy towards others.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)
I think I answered this question already in section N, lol. But I have a very strong feeling that he sleeps in these:
Waking up next to Julius is always unpredictable. Is it going to be at 2 AM when he comes back from his office whining about paperwork as he burrows in your arms, sighing contently as you whisper sleepy assurances into his hair? Or is at 10 AM, way past your alarm, with a foot on your cheek and your lover hugging your leg? You never know if you have to wake up a second earlier and grab him before he can leave you to look at magic, or with his face buried between your legs. Is it kisses you’re going to wake up to? Or is it tickles? But no matter how you wake up to him, you both never neglect to shower the love and attention you need from each other. You tell him to relax his shoulders as you massage the shampoo into his hair. “Sorry” leaves his lips as he works through the knots in your hair as you hiss and grumble about getting a bonnet. And no matter what time of day, Julius is very unpredictable. Because hours later, he holds up two satin bonnets, one for you and one for him. You laugh as you kiss his cheek, thanking him and telling him that he doesn’t need one for himself. He pouts as you laugh harder into his cheek.
I love zoro how I love my men, fictional 😂
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