“Please?” you begged, rolling over in bed so that you were half-draped across his chest. “For the eighth time now—no, ((Y/n)).” “But it’d be so cool!!” you whimpered. “You just want me to do it so you can use perverted pirate jokes on me,” Foxy groaned. You pouted up at him, nuzzling his chest. “What? No way. I would never!” “Oh, please.” “Come on, Foxy! It’s a costume party. You have to dress up one way or another,” you pointed out. “So you either be a kitsune, or you be my sexy Captain.” “Why don’t I get a choice in this?” he raised a brow at you. “Because you love me, and I love you, and you would do absolutely anything for me~!” you cooed. Foxy sighed and rolled his yellow eyes. You were so ridiculous. He would certainly jump in …show more content…
Of course he loved you, but… “No, ((Y/n)),” he said, resting his forehead against yours. “Then I’ll be very upset, and I won’t have a date for the party.” “You can go on your own. I don’t like being in crowded places anyways.” “But then I’ll be lonely,” you …show more content…
Brief. “Please…Captain Foxy,” you whispered enticingly. He stiffened. “((Y/n))…” “Won’t you please, please do it for your beloved First Mate?” you cooed. “Who ever said you would be my First Mate?” he mumbled. “Please?” you went on. He sighed. “You’re not going to give this up, are you?” “You should know the answer to that one, sweetheart.” Foxy groaned. “Fine, then. I’ll wear the damned costume…” You could hardly contain your joy, hopping out of bed and running for the closet. You wasted no time in stripping down to get into your costume, then tossing Foxy’s to him. He was more reluctant to get dressed, but did it nonetheless. Just ten minutes later, you were completely dressed and ready. Foxy, too, but he didn’t seem as happy. And he only seemed confused when you bounced back to the room. “What are you wearing?” he asked, eyeing your dress—and, more specifically, the collar and chain around your neck. “Well, you’re the Captain. I’m the poor, kidnapped girl swept away by you,” you teased. “Oh, God…” he groaned, facepalming. “Why, why, ((Y/n))?” “I thought it’d be funny,” you said, giggling at his mortified expression. “And it is.” “It’s