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kamapon · 4 months
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Mezzo"!!💙💜
Drawn originally for Patre0n ✨
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sainz-leclerc · 2 years
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NSFW prompts 9 and 11 with Carlos 🤤
Hello ??? Why is this soo Carlos ???
Prompts ( nswf list ) : 9. “Don’t make me spank you when we get back” and 11. “There’s no point in running little one’’
You loved teasing Carlos . Seeing him get all flustered and angry was the peak of your existence .
Both of you were seated at a table in a fancy restaurant alongside Charles , Charlotte and some other ferrari crew members.
Carlos’s hand was currently on your thigh , squeezing it in a silent warning.
You just giggled at him , and continued teasing him. Quick kisses on his neck , pushing you chair closer to his , ‘’accidentally‘’ brushing your hand against his crotch . You were driving him crazy .
He leaned in and whispered a small “behave” into your ear . Cocking your head at him you asked “what are you talking about love ?”
Carlos let out a dry chuckle “don’t make me spank you when we get back cariño”
Your thighs clenched at that promise, only getting more impatient for this dinner to be over .
Throughout the rest of the evening you didn’t end your teasing , but actually increased it to the point that if this was a cartoon , Carlos would have smoke coming out of his ears .
Once dinner was over , you were 100% you were in for it in the car but no . The car ride all the way back was silent and calm . Too calm.
When the car was finally parked you all but leaped out of the car , running all the way up to the bedroom.
“There’s no point in running little one” Carlos called after you , catching you right before entering the bedroom .
He took you into his arms and carried you all the way to the bed , bending you over his knee and riding up your skirt to expose your bum .
It’s going to be a looong night
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madnessmadness · 10 months
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Took a prompt from @defender-of-wilderness today but it didn’t really go anywhere. It’s based on an unhinged argument @wickedlittlecritta had once. anyway I’ll just post it here: “This spoon is too round,” Vash said in both awe and insult. “yeah man,” Wolfwood said. “ As apposed to?” he gestured vaguely with his free hand at Vash, at the stew, at the world. Vash held it so as to cover one eye, “This is basically a ladle.” “Gets soup into my mouth fine, actually.” “Spoons should be more triangular” He said and then added like an afterthought, “Heftier” “Vash,” Wolfwood said using his full name for maybe the fourth time ever, “I know you might mean some kind of normal shaped spoon, but you know that a triangular spoons sounds unhinged right?” Vash grumbled, “Never. Mind.” And ate his stew.
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destinedtobeloved · 3 months
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Takeshi had never been comfortable.
Maybe, he would say he was comfortable laying in bed with Sarah, her body tucked closed to his, their color-coded guns laying discarded on the table, waiting for the next ray as rain patters down on the maelstrom.
But even in those moments, there was an underlying sense of dread. Of fear.
He would distantly think of the next morning to come- the next gun he would hold, the blood he would soon have to clean off his hands.
Sometimes, on the rare occasion, he would think about other things- other people. He would think of iminem. The ash falling from the sky and the screams and fear you could practically smell in the smokey air. Jimmy de Soto as he claws his own eyes out, splatters of blood laying everywhere as the camp is infected with rawling virus. He’d think of Virgina vadura and her strong words, how she’d held a cigarette to her lips as she was dragged away, letting smoke infiltrate lungs she no longer cared about or were no longer hers, seconds away from being on ice- the last time Takeshi would see her.
Maybe he’d think about his dad, or his childhood gang, something centuries far far away from this moment.
He’d never lived a moment comfortably.
How could he?
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jenningfcb · 1 year
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"What's the problem?"Bradley asked
After a second of just looking at him, seconds that felt like an eternity, Jake finally answered
"I don't think I love you anymore."
As soon as those words hit him, Bradley felt as if all the oxygen had left his body. He didn't know how long they been standing there looking at each other in silent, but there were so many questions surrounding his mind amidst a chaos of incoherent thoughts.
When did this happen? Why? What has changed? Could I have avoided it?
But none of it left his lips. When he tried to speak the only thing that escaped was a small sob. He hadn't even noticed he was crying.
As he wiped away the tears he noticed Jake approaching with open arms, making him take a few steps back, keeping his distance.
"Don't." Bradley whispered.
In response, Jake just stood there, looking at Bradley as if he'd been slapped in the face.
Jake's hurt reaction only served to make Bradley angry. He had no right to do this, he had no right to look hurt, when he was the one breaking Brad's heart.
"When we started dating, you promised somethings." Bradley said, giving up on holding back the tears that were now streaming down his face "You said you would never hurt me, and that you would always be honest. At least you kept one of the promises."
"Sorry." Jake responded by looking away, too embarrassed to look at Bradley at the moment. "I never meant to hurt you."
Bradley didn't know what to say, or what to do. He wanted to be alone, but he also didn't want to be without Jake. It was ridiculous really. He felt pathetic, as he felt his heart burst with pain.
He felt pathetic thinking about how just minutes before his heart had been warm with how much love he felt for the man in front of him. How he was thinking today that he felt his love increasing every time he looked at Jake. Like every time he looked at him, Bradley held back the urge to say "I love you" several times.
And now, looking at Jake all he felt was pain.
"Please go away." He said, even though he wasn't sure it was really what he wanted.
"Are you sure?" Jake asked.
And Bradley nodded, not having the strength to actually say yes. Because he didn't want Jake to leave. He didn't want to believe this was true. He wanted Jake to say that this was just a prank and that he would never stop loving Bradley. But it wasn't. And Jake was gone.
Bradley couldn't help but wonder if Jake was disappointed by his reaction, he hadn't asked why, nor begged Jake not to leave him.
But that was just how Bradley was. He didn't beg, he didn't insist... He just accepted. He had learned years ago that crying and begging the heavens for people not to leave him was no use.
Everyone left him eventually, one way or another. His mother had promised she would never leave him, Maverick too, and even Jake.
And he believed everytime.
But once again he was alone, having to glue the pieces back together. How many times would he still have to do this?
No matter how much time passes, some things really don't change. Once again he was alone, crying in his bed that was too big for just him, feeling like a child again, who lost his mother in a crowd and doesn't know how to get back home.
He had promised that he would never ask God for anything again. He never answered any of his prayers before, so why waste time? But that night he broke his promise after more than 10 years.
He wished he would wake up and be 12 years old again. To be able to cry in his mother's arms and receive her comfort. He wished he were a kid again, for Maverick to pick him up and hold him close, while whispering the words he wanted to hear, like he always did, and then he'd say something silly that would make Bradley laugh until he forgot why he were even sad.
But the next day when he woke up, he was still an adult. He was still alone, with nothing but painful memories and a broken heart.
Even though he felt embarrassed doing this, he couldn't stop himself from reaching for his phone all the time to see if there was any message from Jake. And every time, he had the same disappointment.
It was only nine o'clock, and he'd already thought about Jake more than he would like to admit. He felt his absence in every corner of the house. Everything reminded Bradley of him.
He really tried not to cry anymore. He thought it wouldn't be so difficult considering how much he'd cried himself to sleep the night before. He should have spent all his tears.
But he was wrong.
He wasn't prepared for how much it would hurt to see something silly on television and think about mentioning it to Jake…until he realizes he's no longer there with him. And the second moment he couldn't stop the tears from escaping his eyes was when he swore he'd heard Jake's laugh.
Maybe he was losing his mind.
All day, every time he reached for his phone to see if there was any text from Jake, he resisted the urge to send one. Talking about how he was hurting and asking if Jake even cared. Asking him if he remembers that he promised he would love him forever.
Why couldn't anyone keep their promises to him?
He hadn't felt so alone since leaving the Maverick house over 10 years ago.
Since it was saturday, Bradley thought about going to a bar and drinking his sorrows, but he really didn't want to see anyone. He just wanted to see Jake.
Not knowing what to do, as nothing would distract him from the pain, Bradley decided to just try to sleep. But without the right pills he knew he wouldn't get what he wanted. So he decided to just stay in bed while the memories he'd tried to avoid all day filled his thoughts.
He remembered perfectly how his first birthday with Jake was.
"Are you ready to receive your gift?" Jake asked.
"If you let me go. Seriously, how long have you been hugging me?" Bradley asked with a laugh.
"My arms were made to holding you, love." Jake replied, kissing Bradley on the cheek.
"Cheese." Bradley said, with a smile on his face.
"Ok, let me get your present before i lose my nerve and hide it forever." Jake said as he went to get it.
A few seconds later, he returned, keeping his hands behind his body, obviously holding something.
"You look nervous. Now I'm really curious."
"Do you remember how you said you've never received a gift that was made by the person? That you think it's more special than just buying something?"As soon as Bradley nodded, Jake went on to explain. "Then... I thought I'd write a poem for you."
"Did you write me a poem???" Bradley interrupted in surprise.
"Calm down, I didn't say that, I said I thought about doing it, I even tried..." He said with a nervous laugh. "But after spending 2 hours staring at the paper and having just written "Dear Bradley, your face is fantastic, your ass is great" I realized I won't be the next Shakespeare."
"You didn't even rhymed."
"Everyone is a critic." He said rolling his eyes. "But as I was talking, I remembered something I was good at, at least decent." He said, and without further explanation, he just showed Bradley what was holding.
A painting. And in the painting was... he. It was his face in profile, the side of his face that showed the scars on his cheek and neck.
"Please, say something. Did you hate it?"
And it wasn't until he heard Jake's question that Bradley realized he'd only been out for a while staring at the painting.
And the truth was, no. He didn't hate it. He never liked his scars and there they were, completely exposed and for once he didn't hate to see them.
"If you hated it I can put it away and pretend it never happened." Jake said nervously, misinterpreting Bradley's silence."It's just... I confess it hurts when I see you talking about yourself, especially when you talk about your scars. You're beautiful. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen, and I feel so lucky being able to say that you are mine. I painted this hoping it would make you see what I see."
Bradley's response was to shut him up with a kiss. He knew he wouldn't be able to express what he was feeling in words, even if he tried.
"Thanks. I loved it.” And from the smile that lit Jake's face, Bradley knew he could feel the sincerity in his words.
But he would have liked to say a lot more. He wished he had said how Jake always makes him love the things he hated the most about himself. He wished he had said this was his first birthday since leaving Maverick's house, and he at the beginning of the day he was afraid it had been a bad idea.
But Jake proved him wrong time and time again. With the cake he tried to make but went wrong, with the gift, with the little promises of love that were said during the day, even with his touch. Through kisses and long hugs, he's never felt so loved.
But now it's all over. And he's alone again, Bradley thought. Maybe he was made to be alone. If Jake wasn't his soul mate, he didn't think anyone else could be.
After letting his mind wander through some memories,, which left his chest aching, Bradley was finally able to sleep again.
But luck was not on his side. But when did he ever have it?
It was unfair how he couldn't get rid of Jake even in his dreams. He dreamed that the cause of all his pain was there, hugging him so tight it hurt to breathe. But Bradley didn't care.
It was good to feel his embrace once more. Even if it made waking up more painful.
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ziltoidcoffee · 2 years
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Jealous Terry is indeed a concept, but! How about jealous Daniel? He'd probably feel insecure sometimes about not coming from money like Terry does, maybe worries that Terry will get bored with him. Every time he sees some debutante try to flirt with Terry at a party, he sees red just a little bit and has to remind everyone there that Terry belongs to him as much as he belongs to Terry.
(Anon, I love jealous Daniel too. It’s essentially canon! Remember when Ali said he was jealous? LMFAO Her loss! I love this idea and came up with something below. Imagined this a few years after KK3. Hope you enjoy it!)
Daniel hates these corporate parties.
From the extravagant decor to the top-quality horderves and champagne, everything is generally tolerable, sometimes even enjoyable. Or it would be if it weren’t for Terry’s determination to entertain and satisfy every single guest. 
Daniel knows he shouldn’t protest. As CEO of Dynatox, Terry is the face of his company. They’re only able to live a life of luxury due to his years of hard work. But Daniel wouldn’t care if Terry went bankrupt tomorrow. He’s not with the older man for his money. Terry has many charming qualities, and Daniel didn’t even know Terry was rich until he was already in love with him. So it shouldn’t be surprising that Daniel isn’t the only one enamored by him.
But it doesn’t make watching every woman at the party practically throw themselves at Terry all night any easier. They’re all hoping for a chance to become Mrs. Silver, and since Daniel’s only attending as Terry's close friend and student, these women have no idea that post is already taken. Daniel understands Terry’s hesitancy to tell anyone. Even though it’s the ‘80s, certain people are still uncomfortable with the idea of two men dating. Plus, Daniel doesn’t really want that attention. Though he would love throwing his drink in their faces instead of watching them across the hall while he works on his second glass of the night. 
Daniel can only take this for so long. He reaches for another drink when his gaze catches on Terry speaking with a female employee he recognizes as the receptionist. She laughs at something he says and runs her fingers down his arm, fluttering her eyes at him. Terry smiles back at her and doesn’t remove her hand. That’s all Daniel can handle tonight.
His feet are moving almost of their own accord, striding across the banquet hall to approach the woman from behind. Terry meets his eyes briefly before Daniel taps her shoulder, and she spins around instantly to gape at him. “Excuse me,” Daniel says through gritted teeth, and he can see Terry smirking in his peripheral vision. “I don’t mean to interrupt. But I need to speak with Terry.”
She pushes her hair off her shoulder and scoffs. “We’re in the middle of—”
“It’s fine, Elizabeth,” Terry interrupts, gripping her shoulder, and he’s smiling when she looks back at him. “It must be important.”
“It is,” Daniel growls, his hands clenching at his sides. 
Elizabeth nods at them. “Well, don’t be too long, Mr. Silver,” she says then takes a swig of her champagne.
Terry says nothing, and Daniel wants to punch them both in the face. But instead, he grabs his boyfriend by the wrist in a bruising grip and ushers him into the hallway, ignoring the staring party goers. When they reach the end of the hall near the coat room, he does a double-take to make sure no one is around and turns back to push Terry against the wall. 
Despite his superior strength, Terry lets him and grins while Daniel frowns. “What’s wrong, Danny?” he asks in faux innocence.
Daniel crowds him against the wall, shoulders tense in frustration. “That girl—she kept touching you,” he hisses, poking him in the chest. “And you just let her! You've been letting them all night!”
His boyfriend’s smile goes wider. “Oh, Danny,” he drawls in the back of his throat. “They're nothing to me. You know that.” His hand lifts to grab him by the jaw, and Daniel jerks his face away, still angry with him. 
“I can’t stand it,” he whispers, refusing to meet his eyes. His own are burning at the corners, vision starting to go hazy. "I hate watching them all over you and not being able to do anything about it."
“Daniel,” Terry snaps, taking Daniel’s chin between his fingers. He squeezes and turns his head to force their eyes to meet. Unlike his earlier amused expression, his lips are turned down in a serious frown. “Do you want me to tell them?” he asks.
At first, Daniel says nothing, trying to decide what Terry means. Then the weight of his question hits him, and he has to swallow while he fights his way towards coherence. When he drags his voice free from his chest, his words are raw and raspy. “Yes,” he says. “I want them to know you’re mine.”
Terry’s eyebrows go up. “Are you certain, sweetheart?” he asks, and his fingers release his jaw to brace the back of Daniel’s head. “That may come with some unwanted attention.”
Daniel's hand comes up to clutch at the front of Terry’s tux, pulling at the fabric to bring him closer until they’re only inches apart. “I don’t care,” he declares. “They should know you belong to me."
Then he tilts his head up and cants forward to crush their mouths together. 
Terry doesn’t even flinch and smiles into the kiss. When they return to the banquet hall after a long makeout session, Daniel enters holding his hand, and Terry introduces him to a group of girls, asking, “Have you met my boyfriend Daniel yet?”
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starshineandbooks · 1 year
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Link who can talk but hates it, becuase of an injury his voice cracks and shakes. He hates talking, some say he can't some say he won't.
He just hates itm hates the pitying looks it gains him.
But he does speak- once. To warn Zelda.
And it shakes the princess to her core
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upsidedownmvnson · 1 year
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midnight ideas | eddie munson smut
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warnings: sex, unprotected, oral (f receiving), friends to lovers, minimal plot
AN: im so down bad, but its my birthday so happy day to us all
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It was midnight when you knocked on the trailer door, but you knew Wayne wasn't home, and you'd never felt bad about waking Eddie up before. He probably wasn't even sleeping. Lights flicked on and off in the windows before Eddie swung the door open, clad only in sweatpants and leaning on the door, looking a little too hot for a best friends' comfort.
But that didn't matter.
You were here to be a freak.
Here to ask something weird from your best friend, that probably crossed a line or two.
"I need a favour," you asked before any greetings were exchange. You'd biked from your house, which was far enough that you thought you looked a bit like a mess, but from Eddie's perspective you were hot as fuck. Your clothes were all unaligned, and your hair was a mess, like you knew he fantasized about threading his hair through it. "I need you to leave hickeys on my chest."
Eddie looked at you, as if waiting for you to say more. "Okay, well come in. But I'm gunna need a little more context."
"You know that guy I was seeing who just stopped calling and stopped coming by, well he's moved on already, it's been like a minute..."
"A month."
"A minute." You waved Eddie off, sitting on his couch casually like you weren't just asking your best friend to put his mouth all over you. "And I didn't even really like him but then he was like 'sure you do' when I said I have a date tonight." You scoffed and crossed your arms, rolling your eyes at the audacity of the man you had lied to.
"Did you have a date tonight?"
"Not the point."
Eddie laughed. "And you need, what? Proof?"
"Something like that."
Out of nowhere you pulled your shirt over your head, exposing yourself to him. You still had a bra on, purple and flattering, but Eddie was stunned into silence. He tried to speak, but all the words got caught in his throat, leaving him to just stare wide eyed at the presentation before him.
"Anyway, I don't want them on my neck because I don't need to broadcast this to everyone but..." you looked at Eddie who was staring at your boobs, not moving a muscle. Both of his hands placed neatly on his lap. "Oh c'mon, don't be a baby."
"I-I'm not, I just..." Eddie's eyes flashed up to your face, meeting you where you were looking at him. "You're beautiful."
You smiled. "Thanks Eds."
When he didn't move again, you swatted his hands off his lap, and you spun around to sit on his lap facing him. Your hands were on his shoulders, holding yourself steady on him. Eddie's voice was lost again, and his hands hovered in the air behind you, unsure of where to touch. Beneath you, Eddie was already rock hard, his wildest fantasies were literally falling right into his lap, but you didn't feel it yet.
"Obviously you don't have to," you said, back arching slightly into him, your bodies kept apart by only your bra. Everywhere skin connected to Eddie made your skin burn. He was warmth. He was comfort and warmth and home, and you were waiting for him to sink his teeth into you.
The threat of losing this closeness to you made him put his hands on your hips, the roughness of his skin was delicious against the softness of yours. Even touching you made his cock twitch in his sweatpants, but he was hidden behind the band.
"Just give me a second to process this baby," he said, he'd never called you that before and it made you clench, but it also made your heart flutter.
The tension of waiting for him made a knot in your abdomen build, and you felt yourself getting wet over the situation you'd put yourself in. You'd never thought about, but looking at Eddie like this, and thinking about him like this, was really making you horny. If he tried, you'd probably let him do more than kiss you.
Eddie's thumbs ran soothingly across your rib cages, looking up at you, his beautiful eyes looking at you like this made things feel different. You weren't thinking about some loser who didn't call you, you were thinking about Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. He was taking over your senses. And then he did it. He reached forward and kissed a small section of your collarbone, before gently bringing it into his mouth, sucking a sinful little kiss into this skin.
Eddie hands trailed up your back slowly, shivers replaced his heat on your body. His lips were still attached to you, sucking slowly and sweetly on your collarbone. His hands around you kept you close, preventing you from shying away, but you wanted to be close anyway. You want him to keep kissing you like this. You wanted him to kiss you everywhere.
You moved your hands to his hair, practically coddling him and keeping him close to you, tugging at fistfulls everytime he switched to a new location to kiss. You shimmied in his lap, making him bite you lightly, and grip you tighter in his hands. It may have been a warning, but you ignored it and moved again, this time moaning quietly.
"If you don't stop that you're gunna start something you can't finish," he mumbled, hands moved again, gripping your hips just tight enough to hold you still.
"You know what would really piss that guy off?" you mumbled, and Eddie flinched at the words. He didn't really want to be thinking of the other man on your mind right now. "Was if he thought you and I really did it."
"How so?" Eddie replied, but reattached himself to the soft felsh peaking out of your bra. He wasn't going to waste this opportunity.
"I don't know," you mused, but you did. "Maybe I can wear that short little skirt to school, and maybe you can leave hickeys... I don't know, on my thigh?"
Eddie froze.
"Are you sure?" he asked, looking up at you.
Your judgement was so clouded with lust for your best friend, it was pathetic.
"Please," you begged, pouting in a way you knew would make him fold.
But you didn't really need to, Eddie nodded softly and quickly, swallowing his nerves. you got off him, unbuttoning your pants and pushing them down your legs. Eddie kept staring, he discovered your lack of panties without warning, and couldn't look away from the prettiest sight he'd ever scene. You unclipped your bra saying, "Guess we might as well take this off too."
"Come here," he said, holding out his hand and gesturing you back over by curling his two middle fingers towards himself. "On the couch."
You laid down, head on the armrest, suddenly a little shy at the prospect of having Eddie kissing you between the legs.
You mean... on the legs...
Eddie was on his knees, in-between your spread legs, leaning on the back of the couch so he could lean over you a little bit. One of your legs was draped over his, and he ran his hand up it, staring at the beautiful sight until it burned into a memory he won't forget.
"Are you really sure?" he asked, "this is intimate."
"You don't have to," you said, embarassed.
"Oh, I want to." His hand stopped trailing on your hip. "But I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me later."
His voice was laced with hints of vulnerability, you could hear it. You could see the way his head hung a little lower when he said that. You leaned up, placing your lips on his for a very soft, tender kiss.
"Eddie, I always feel the most comfortable when I'm with you."
And he couldn't even process the compliment. He kissed you again, casual, as if this wasn't his first and second kiss with his best friend that he's been crushing on forever.
He scooched his knees back so he could lay down a little, lowering his head to fall between your legs. He put a hand under your knee, lifting your leg ever so gently towards his mouth, looking at you like he expected you to pull away. But you said nothing.
He kissed the soft kiss on the inside of your thigh, above your knee. You watched him, the sight of him so close to your heat was unforgettable.
Eddie sucked a little spot, the purple mark left was small and shallow. He wasn't leaving them to be seen anybody else, and you could tell. But it felt so good and you didn't care, you kinda, didn't want to share. Eddie kissed a little higher, and did the same thing. And then moved... one kiss higher. And right when you were about to ask him to kiss you, really kiss you, he switched sides, repeating them same, slow, tantalizing kisses.
Meanwhile, Eddie was going fucking insane. Your leg was in his fucking mouth. Things would never be platonic again. He had to pretend he couldn't smell how aroused, and wet you were. Had to pretend he wasn't trying to rub his dick on the couch cushions just to get an iota of relief. It was his big performance.
"Eddie..." you said, and when he looked up at your big pleading eyes, the lust coming off you in waves, he knew.
This time, he didn't stop going higher, he trailed kissed all the way up your thigh, bit your hip unexpectedly to make you gasp, and then dove into your pussy, kissing where your pussy met your mound. Eddie was kissing you like this and looking up at you with those eyes. Those fucking eyes. You moaned, the anticipation alone making you writhe.
He licked up and down your folds, letting himself taste and explore every inch. You were so wet.
He snuck his hand under his chin, teasing your hole with one proding digit. It slipped in, your walls wet, and warm, and tight, and the sensation around his finger nearly made him blow his load.
His tongue slid perfectly over your clit and you jerked, moaning sharply and bucking your hips into his face, the pleasure of it sending sparks down your thighs. He repeated the same move, using one hand to spread your lips open and take note of where he was touching. He was memorizing you. Memorizing each and every move that made you moan. He wanted to make you cum so bad. Wanted you to cum for him.
"Feels so good, Eddie."
Groaning at the sound of his name, he slipped in another finger, making you moan again. The slight stretching of learning someone knew was always your least favourite part, but turns out, you just needed Eddie. He made you feel good because he wanted to, he was happy to have his head between your legs, eating you out like he was starving, and with no promise of sex.
But you were pretty sure you were going to fuck him. If he wanted you, he could take you.
He sucked your clit again, and your walls tightened. He curled one of the fingers inside you gently, experimenting, and when you gasped, he continued on that spot, hitting it again and again and again while you got impossibly tight around his fingers, moaning and writhing like a fucking pornstar. He was so in love.
"I want to cum," you moaned, "can I? Please?"
You were asking him to cum. Eddie was dizzy. All the sensations, being squeezed, smelling you, tasting you, the delicious pain of you gripping his hair like you were going to fall... it was all too much. Too sweet. Too hot. Eddie bucked his own hips into the couch, desperate to be touched.
He pulled away just enough to growl, "you better cum on my face," and then dive back into his clitoral assault, kissing and licking it like it was the answer to his prayers.
Which really, it was.
And you came, loudly, moaning loud enough for the whole damn park to know what Eddie just did to you. Through every wave of pleaser, you and Eddie had your eyes locked on each other. This was what you really wanted. You didn't care about some prick, you cared about Eddie. It's always been Eddie.
You kept moaning as Eddie continued to massage and suck you through your orgasm, stopping only when you tried tugging him up to you. He held himself above you, letting you pull his face down to kiss him. All tongue and teeth, more desperate than anything. Eddie could love you after he fucked you. The way you looked at him, blissed out and still squirming your hips, he knew it wasn't over.
He thanked god it wasn't over yet.
"Go to my room," he said, kissing you again, taste of your sweet still on his lips. And evidence of your orgasm remained unwiped, glistening on the skin all around his mouth. You did what he said obediently, almost running to the room with him on your tail.
You started crawling onto the bed, putting your knees on the edge, but before you could climb on, a large hand pushed you into between your shoulder blades, making you land doggy style and exposing your ass and pussy to Eddie. He had taken his pants off, but really couldn't wait one more second. The bed dipped behind you, and you felt him pushing the tip of his cock against your unsuspecting cunt. You gasped, waiting patiently for him to do. The suspense of his dick slowly trailing up your folds without penetrating you was going to drive you crazy.
"Can I do it, baby?" he asked, running the tip up and down your sopping wet folds. He felt how tight you were against two fingers, he was going to be fighting not to finish fast, he knew that. "Please, beautiful, let me do it."
His dick hit the divet of your hole, and he groaned, stopping himself to wait for your answer.
"Eddie," you moaned, the feeling of him pressed against your core wasn't enough. You looked over your shoulder, glassy eyes begging for more relief. He could've blown at the sight of your cock-drunk eyes. And he hadn't even fucked you yet. "Please, fuck me."
Not wasting another second he pushed himself in, fighting playfully against the tightness of your walls. You moaned, shocked at how thick he was, but loving every second. You welcomed him in, pussy so tight and wet and fucking warm that he had to take a few deep breaths before he could fully push himself in.
He pulled entirely out, to slowly push entirely in a few times, taking his time to stretch you before doing anything harder. He said another prayer right then, a prayer that this wasn't the only time. He needed you, and you needed him. And you were already a moaning mess in his arms.
Once you were comfortable, he started really thrusting, keeping the pace steady. He had to close his eyes and take deep breaths again. Just looking at you while he hit it from behind? Too much.
Eddie slapped your ass once. And then finally looked down to see what it looks like. He loved watching your ass jiggle as he fucked you, your cheeks slamming against his abdomen.
"M-Maybe he'll see how-"
"Enough!" Eddie couldn't hear you bring up that fucking idiot one more time. "I'm gunna fuck that guy right out of your mind," Eddie grabbed one of your arms making your chest fall into the bed. He grabbed the other and held them both captive in one of his hands, and used his other hands to slap you on the ass, hard. He did it three more times, your moaning egging him on. But when you started moaning his name, repeating it over and over, he knew he had to get you there. He wouldn't last much longer, not with you intentionally squeezing your walls around him. He spanked you twice more more rough than the rest, followed by a smaller gentler tap. A small, good girl, without words.
Eddie squeezed your reddened ass cheek, as he hammered into you, but released to use his hand to grip a fistful of your hair, pushing you down deeper into the mattress. Your ass was up in the air, while Eddie fucked your pussy relentlessly. He was so deep, hitting parts of you that no one had ever touched. You wanted to praise him. You wanted to thank him for fucking you so good, and tell him how good you felt. You wanted to shower him with praises for fucking you better than anyone ever had, but the only thing that came out was a string of moan and unintelligible syllables of unfinished words.
But you didn't need to say it anyway, Eddie knew.
He could tell by the way your cunt squeezed him greedily, or everytime you caught his eye over your shoulder, glossy and pleasured, how he'd like to see you more often.
It was starting to ache how deeply he pounded you, when he suddenly let go of your hair so he could wrap an arm under you, and get his fingers on your clit. His body was pushed against yours even more, his dick staying deeper and repeatedly hitting a spot that was making you stupid. Eddie saw drool puddling at the corner of your mouth at the mattress, and your pussy dripped down both of your legs. He licked his lips at the sight. You unable to speak, drooling, moaning, and letting him have his fucking way with you.
"You're gunna cum," he said, a fact not a question. "All over this cock, fuck baby, you're so hot," Eddie was trying to keep it together but failing. He'd wanted this forever, and now that he had it, he wasn't going to last. "Are you gunna cum, baby?"
You nodded in his grip, but he held your hair tighter. He wanted to hear you. A strangled, "please," was what you managed.
"Good fucking girl, oh my god," Eddie praised, his fingers on your clit were softer in contrast to the deep pounding. The circles the rubbed over it were sensual, and hot, and going to make you explode. "Cum on my cock babe, do it." Eddie let go of your arms, and immediately they fell beside you, hands grabbing at the sheets pathetically. He grabbed one, and brought your own hand to your own clit. "And when you do," Eddie picked his pace up, gripping your hips in both hands now. "you're fucking mine."
It shouldn't have made you orgasm harder than you ever have in your life, but it did. The concept of Eddie owning your pussy all the time made you come all over him like he wanted, squeezing him so tightly that he couldn't help but bury it as deep as possible and coat your walls, holding your hips unwaveringly tight and pushing himself into you impossibly far to coax himself through his climax.
"Oh my fucking god," he mumbled, eyes closed and cock still buried deep inside you, twitching with sensitivity.
When he pulled out, you both moaned. You flipped over slowly, sitting upright on the bed.
"Eddie," you whispered, suddenly overthinking everything you just did. You couldn't lose Eddie, he was too important.
But he knew you. So he sat beside you, cooing and patting your hair. He kissed you on the cheek.
"Hey, listen," he said, scooping up a hand to hold and looking you in the eyes. His eyes were glassy from cumming so hard in you, but also filled with adoration and love. His gooey eyes could calm you from any state. Eddie encouraged you to stand, walking with you to the bathroom, hands locked tightly together. "I say we take a shower, make a snack, throw a movie on, and fall asleep. Hmm? How's that sound, petal?"
"Petal?"
"Pretty right?" He said, turning the shower on. "I figured I want something pretty, but not overdone. Babe is classic, but overdone."
"To call me?"
"To call my girlfriend," he said, you blushed but said nothing. He smiled. "Look, if you really came over here just to make some douche jealous that's fine, but... if you want me to love you, well, you already have that."
"I love you too, Eddie."
"Sorry it wasn't like, nicer." Eddie smiled at you, content to just be here with you. "For our first time, I mean."
You laughed, "no, it was perfect."
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salsasvault · 15 days
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do you have any fluffy drabbles to post 👀 i’m craving some fluff
i think i know who asked this LOL but i do have something that i wrote up, i wasn't going to post it but since you asked 👀
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“Hey just got back.” You slide off your shoes, setting your bag down on the side table next to your front door. Walking further into the living room you round the couch.
“You’re a little late.” He gives you a pointed stare, not serious but just the slightest bit displeased.
You lean in toward him, eyes wrinkling at the reading glasses he wears.
“Mhm-“ Peck
“Told you I’d be late-“ Peck
“before leaving-“ Peck
“so you wouldn’t worry” Peck
“M’always worrying.” He pulls you in by the collar of your shirt.
“I know.” You give him that look.
The look that Simon thinks is between adoration and understanding, you’d always had the uncanny ability to simply know when it came to him. He's not sure how you do it.
You give him one final quick kiss, before standing.
“What are you thinking for dinner?” You call out while walking into the kitchen.
“Dunno, s’up to you.” He goes back to whatever random book he’s picked up today.
“I don’t feel like picking.” You browse the cupboards searching for something. 
You open the fridge, take a look, and close it with a sigh, continuing your scavenging, brows furrowed in the lightly frustrated way Simon loves.
“Which is why-“ He stands from where he is on the couch, walking toward you, into the kitchen.
“I went out and,” He grabs a hold of your waist, stretching over you to open the highest cupboard, the one that you don’t think you’ve ever opened or will open.
“Got this.” He holds a a white plastic bag stuffed with takeout boxes and from the smell alone, you recognize it to be your favorite takeout spot from across town.
“You said you didn’t know what to get!” Your face beaming with a smile Simon could only compare to the sun.
“Mhm, I know, if I said I’d already gotten something you’d be cross you weren’t involved in the decision, but also knew if I didn’t have something you’d be cross and hungry.” He leans in, bowing his head to kiss you.
“You know me freakishly well.” Your face bears a content smile.
And he makes a noise of approval.
You both walk toward your kitchen table with you tucked under his arm. Both wondering how you ever got so lucky.
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fanaticsnail · 2 months
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I just binged a bunch of your fics and I have a tiny request for you! Could you do headcanons for Zoro and/or Sanji with a selkie reader (together or separately)? Please and thank you!!
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Masterlist here.
Word Count: Background Drabble, 700+. Per gentleman, 600+.
Hello dear anon! Thank you for challenging me with a mythical fic! I enjoyed my time crafting it for you. I hope you don't mind, I wrote them as more mini-fics/drabbles rather than HCs. I also snuck in an extra character because apparently the heart wants what it wants today, and I can't deny the words from wording.
Selkies are an aquatic race of fey native to the cold, wet northern coastlines. They live in villages on the shore, and occasionally mingle with outsiders. They have a particular wariness of humans, due to their tendency to steal their seal skins, but Selkie are otherwise very sociable creatures that love exploring the shores and the oceans beyond (Fact link, 5e Race)
@writingmysanity @gingernut1314
There was a battle above the surface, that was one thing you were certain of. Cannonfire, ricocheting iron balls and splintering of the wooden masts above the waves. You had never seen such violence, such hatred between two peoples. Recognising the marine lettering was no difficulty for you; their kind gracing your shores with regularity. 
It was the other vessel that drew you in. You heard laughter ringing down below the ocean surface, halting you in your retreat as you sought out its source with your blackened eyes. Your sisters had long since fled from the display of violence, opting to hide away and wait for the fighting to stop. But you remained behind, desperately seeking out the conclusion to the battle above. 
Suddenly, the marine ship began to flee from the engagement, but not before a figure was cast into the water and began rapidly sinking to the oceanic floor. Your eyes widened, your tail-flipper carrying you with haste to bring yourself over to the figure without a second thought. 
His hair was dark, his eyes were tightly shut, and his limbs refused to move in a way to propel him away from his approaching death within the salt water. A devil-fruit user, you thought, bringing your curious eyes over to his and seeking them out beneath his closed eyelids. The small scar below his left eye had your head cocking to the side in curiosity. 
“Luffy!” you heard several voices cry from above the surface of the water, the man’s eyes immediately opening to meet your own. His shock was written all over his face, his breath releasing in a bubbled huff that had his arms attempting to raise upwards to collect his breath to no avail. 
“Luffy,” you called in your oceanic language, smiling your feral face into his; revealing rows of sharpened teeth in a wide smile. His panic continued to rise, his lungs screaming for air as you took your time studying him. You drew your face impossibly close to his, unblinking eyes studying him as he struggles against the water. “Luffy,” you again called to him, your eyes and face beginning to relay a humanoid likeness, “Let me help you.” 
You ushered your body beneath his, chaperoning him to the surface of the water and drawing his body up to the surface of the water. He immediately sucked in a large ballooned breath of air, his neck snapping towards his ship to seek out the concerned and panicked faces of the members of his crew. After he made eye contact and flashed them a winning grin, he turned back to face your animalistic and beastly face, and upturned his eyes in gratitude. 
“You think you could take me to the ship?” He asked, a mischievous twinkle now reflected in his eyes as he checked over you. You nodded, beginning to ride the propelling waves over to the vessel. The figurehead of a ram was carved intricately against the ship’s stern, a beauty to behold as you danced your flipper and easily propelled you both to the splintered and fractured wood. 
He wrapped his arms around your upper flippers, nuzzling into the back of your neck and uttering his gratitude against your skin. Your voice harshly barked a cracked laugh at the gesture, enjoying his playfulness and kindness as he continued to tell you what a good seal you were. 
“Luffy, what are you doing?!” A woman with orange hair called out to him, eyes wide and panicked. 
“This seal saved me from drowning!” he called in return, with his broad smile pleasantly cracking his face, “Gotta rub its belly and thank it with a big scratch and a cuddle!” As Luffy drew himself over to the ship, he jumped from your back and took hold of the rigging above and began his slow climb to the top of the water. 
Your instincts screamed at you to return to your sisters, to withdraw away from these sailors; but as soon as your eyes sprung over to meet your eyes with theirs. Why, you were completely hypnotized.
Hoisting your body upwards, your beastly form shedding from your human form and shrouding yourself in a cloak of blubber and fur. You climbed in your nudity to the decks above, hoisting your legs over the side of the ship and revealing yourself to the entirety of the crew in front of you.
“Luffy,” the woman whispered, her shock written all over her face, “That is no mere seal.” Luffy cocked his head over, shock now written on his face at noticing your beauty in your human form.
“That is a selkie.”
Zoro
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The swordsman had never seen such beauty in his life. Although immediately drawn in by your otherworldly radiance, as the loyal first mate aboard the Going Merry: he stepped in and ushered the captain behind him and took a protective stance. A darkness was within your eyes, rotating your shoulders as you squared up to face this mysterious man. 
You knew from your place within the water below that when your eyes met his, he was a marvel to behold. But now with your close proximity to him, his valiance and loyalty to his captain had you immediately smitten. Widening your lips in a broad grin, you elevated your hands in front of yourself defensively and bowed your head low to him. 
“I mean neither you nor your crew harm, Protector,” your honeyed voice sweetly called to him. He was taken aback with your voice, stumbling in his step forward as he continued to shield his captain away from you.
“I’ll be the judge o’ that, Ningyo,” he uttered with a smirk;his eyes displaying a similar ferocity to yours in your bestial form. 
And that is when you decided you were going to court him. Your soul cried out to join with his; immediately smitten with the swordsman. You stayed with the crew for months, subtle touches over his shoulders, leaving a fresh kill at his feet first, before Sanji took it to the kitchen to properly prepare it. Everything you did, you did to please the swordsman. Every fiber of your being called to him and courted him. 
You began leaving your furred skin around in places for him to find, only for him to return it to you with a deep scowl and a verbal reprimand of: “Can ya stop leaving this around the place? It’s really annoying.” 
It was only when Usopp and Nami physically sat him down and spelt out the courting practices of Selkie folk that had his face burning with a bright vibrance and his eyes widened. His lips downturned in a deep frown as his blush rose, his shock at your shameless audacity of courting him so publicly without any context of his lacking comprehension.
He decided a full frontal confrontation was what was needed to tackle this, no room for any other mistaken intentions and misdirection for his lack of direction sense.
“You been leaving your blubber ‘round for me to find, Ningyo?” he yelled at you, heads snapping up from the crew around as they witnessed this verbal spat. 
“Yes,” you confirmed, laying back and basking in the sun atop the wooden deck.
“Why?” His pointed hazelnut gaze held the intensity of a man staring down his enemy. You refused to shy away; instead rising to your feet and squaring up to him.
“Because I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine,” your lip curled at the corner, your sharpened canines baring out in your brilliant smile. He reached down, claiming your biceps within his wide fingers and palm.
“Why me?” He growled, his tone low enough for only you to hear. You reached up your hand, softening your smile and cradling his angry face beneath your palm.
“Because I love you, Zoro,” you cooed up at his face, eyes half-lidded and full of nothing short of full adoration. His breath hitched in his throat, his mind not keeping up with the words you were relaying to him. 
“This why you kept bringin’ me fish?” He asked you, his nose crinkling up as his smile broke through onto his lips. You nodded, leaning into his face. You gently brushed your nose with his, closing your eyes as you breathed him in. 
Breaking from the gentle touch, you withdrew your nose from its contact and quickly bore your teeth at him, biting his chin in a gentle nip. He flinched at the contact, eyes widening at your expression.
“Next time I leave it out for you,” you growled at him, “Don’t bring it back to me, Protector.”
“I won’t, Ningyo.”
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Sanji’s breath was sucked from his lungs, his eyes wide and wild at seeing a creature of myth and legend aboard the deck of the ship. He watched as your eyes slowly assessed the crew, your gaze lingering on Luffy before your gaze snapped and met with his. Your lips parted, your heart rose into your throat as your eyes began to widen at him.
From your position below the waves, shepherding the member of the pirate crew back above deck, you drew your attention to the blond member of the crew and were immediately intrigued. As your eyes met with his rounded, gray orbs; you knew for certain: 
This man was the most beautiful sight you had ever laid your eyes on. And looking at him, you knew he was immediately taken with you too. 
But you refused to give into your emotions that easily. 
For the next few months, you found yourself constantly nearby the ship known as the Going Merry. You constantly checked up on their non-swimming captain to ensure his safety traveling the seas, but your eyes always fell over the form of the chef amongst them. Each time you would leave, you always looked over your shoulder to notice the way his eyes would linger on you - always holding hope that you would turn back around and remain with him. 
Before you really knew what you were doing, you began ushering grandiose feasts of fish and crustaceans towards the Merry, always ensuring your blond was well supplied with a variety of ingredients from within the depths of the ocean. 
Kelp, seaweed and shells of vast variety began to find themselves on the windowsill of the kitchen; just as flowers, beads and brightly coloured stones were left out for you to find as you placed the gifts there. Each present had your heart swelling, but continuing to remain strong in not giving into your human emotions. He was human, and you were not. 
As the ship pulled into a far off dock, Sanji’s eyes met yours as you attempted to remain coy to his attention. You were bathing in the ocean; your lengthy hair covering the linen against your chest and over your hips, pelvis and glutes. Your eyes were shut, raking a sharpened, toothed stone through your hair to detangle it of its strands - your fur and blubber skin cast aside atop a rock behind you. 
Sanji was no fool. As soon as he began harboring affection for you, he asked Nami and Usopp for a variety of literature pertaining to aquatic mythos. He knew that if he were to claim your fur for himself, you would have no choice but to be with him. 
He bid a hasty farewell to his crew for the evening, gesturing with his chin over to your position to alert Nami to his intentions. She pursed her lips, attempting to hold back her smile as Sanji drew himself closer to you. 
As he drew his shaky hands over the skin laying so innocently against the moss-covered gray rocks, he stilled his descent and retracted his hand. Sensing his hesitation, you looked over your shoulder at him but chose not to address him. Your body and mind screamed at him to take it, to claim it for himself and, in turn, claim you. But as the seconds drew into minutes, minutes turning into several cold and unbroken moments - you finally turned to make eye contact with the chef behind you. 
He was sat directly beside your fur, a cigarette beginning to relinquish its flames down to the filter as he took in the nicotine-laced smoke. His expression was unreadable, stoic and still: something you had not seen reflected on his eyes in all the months you had known him.
“Sanji?” you asked, your brows furrowing in question. He shook his head, inhaling a final breath of his cigarette before stifling the tip and stuffing the butt into his pouch for later disposal. “Sanji, why won’t you claim me?” He again shook his head, closing his eyes and turning himself away from you. 
“I wanted to, mon cœur, believe me,” he confessed, nodding his head but holding his eyes closed. 
“Then why didn’t you?” you rose to your human feet and began stalking over to him. As you drew yourself over to his seated form, you knelt low before him, falling to your knees in front of him. 
“I would never force you to be with me, mon trésor. No matter how much I want you, I would never want you to be mine without knowing it’s truly what you want,” he confessed, opening his eyes to meet his eyes with yours once more. His eyes were pools of true adoration and love, swimming amongst the sunset reflected off the horizon. 
You sighed, reaching down and collecting your fur from its place beside Sanji and bundling it within your arms. Holding it tightly and firmly within your arms, you firmly squeezed it against your chest to hold it one last time before gently bowing your head and presenting it out to him. 
“This belongs to you, Sanji,” you whispered, stretching out your arms further in front of you, “Like my heart: it will always belong to you.” You heard his breath hitch in his throat, immediately falling to his knees in front of you and drawing you in for an embrace. He was quick to cradle you against his torso, smoothing his hands over your slightly damp hair and placing a sweet amount of quick kisses against your temple and hairline. 
You pulled away from his embrace, looking steadily into his eyes at first before propelling your face into his to claim his lips beneath your own. Your movements were slow, dancing with skill and passion as you took his bottom lip between your sharpened teeth. He groaned against your lips, whimpering as you dropped your fur and entangled your arms around him in a strong embrace. You clawed at his back in an attempt to hold him closer to you, your nails tearing small holes into the back of his jacket and finding residence in his muscular flesh beneath the material. 
“I will return it to you when you desire to go home to your sisters, mon cherie,” Sanji whispered, his heart swelling at your confession, “I know you will always belong to the wilds, and I refuse to selfishly keep you with me when humanity becomes all too much for you.” 
Hearing a small winced whimper, you broke away from his lips and gazed into his eyes. He looked at you with nothing but true adoration and love, his eyes softening as he pressed his forehead against yours. 
“I love you, Sanji,” you confessed, your voice low and as sweet as honey-wine. Sanji’s smile continued to shine against his cheeks, his eyes dancing lights behind the irises at such an impossible notion. To harbor the adoration of a mythical creature of great renown and legend, that was no easy feat. 
“I love you too,” he confessed, brushing the tip of his nose against yours, “And I hope to continue to be worthy of such affection from someone as amazing as you.”
Luffy
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“A selkie, hey?” He exclaimed with glee, immediately bringing himself before you, “Does that mean I can’t give you belly rubs, a scratch and a cuddle?” At that small question, your heart immediately swelled with the fierce desire to travel with this devil-fruit user. 
“I do not think a belly rub or a scratch would be appropriate in this form, no,” your melodious and sweetened giggle sprung gleefully into the air. Luffy huffed out his own laughter, immediately wrapping his arms around your shoulders and drawing you close to him.
“Thank you for saving me, seal,” he cooed in your ear, squeezing you impossibly tight within his arms. After breaking his face away from your shoulder, he continued to hold you within his circular grip as he gazed into your eyes. You danced your gaze between his two caramel orbs, staring up at him through your eyelashes as his warm smile became contagious. 
“I am not a seal, Luffy,” you purred, baring your sharpened canine teeth at him as your smile broadened. 
Luffy couldn’t explain this emotion he felt, but he knew he wanted you to travel with him. Always with him. Never far from sight, not even when in your seal form and dancing in the waves below. He would patiently wait for you to crawl up the hull of the ship and meet your eyes with his; relishing in the ways your smile crept atop your lips as you savoured the mirrored reflection he met you with. 
He wanted to keep you. He needed to keep you. 
And you felt exactly the same. This sailor, this captain among the straw-hat pirates with the dream of becoming king of them. You wanted him as much as he wanted you. And so, you made it apparent. 
Swimming below the depths and finding the most beautiful pearl within the heart of several clams; you presented him with your treasures. You brought him the flesh of your fresh kills, presenting him with the raw, sweeter, meats and watched him enthusiastically dine on the creatures - before becoming violently ill most times.
Sanji managed to sit you down in the kitchen, reprimanding you firstly before directing you to bring them to him for him to make the meat safe for human consumption. You did not take well to this notion, wanting him to see how hard you worked to provide for your beloved captain. 
It was one night where you physically bore yourself before him, your body only clad in sheer linen as you presented your furred flesh to him with a warm flush littering your cheeks. Unaware of its significance, he immediately placed it over his body, removing his straw hat and placing your otherworldly head atop his own. It swelled your heart to witness him take to your gift with such enthusiasm, truly allowing yourself to humble before this pirate and allow him to claim you as his own. 
“Thank you, seal,” he smiled at you, wrapping the skin around himself as one would a plush duvet to shield themselves from the cold, “why are you giving me your skin? I don’t understand.”
You sighed out an exasperated breath, your shoulders slouching and brows upturning in sorrow. He immediately snapped upright and rigid, removing his hands from beneath the flesh and collecting your shoulders beneath his palms. 
“What does this mean, seal?” he asked you, his eyes displaying concern as he held you firm, “You’re not gonna leave, are you? I don’t want you to go. I want you always with me-.”
“-This means I am yours,” you confessed, your eyes refusing to meet his, “And by you accepting it; it means you are mine.” He sucked in a hasty and large breath through his nose, his eyes widening as his lungs swelled. He closed his eyes as he moved his hands over your shoulders. 
“You won’t leave? You won’t go back to your family?” He sought out your eyes with his own, angling his head down to collect your gaze, “You’ll stay with me?” 
“You’re my dream, Luffy,” you smiled, your eyes finally meeting his caramel orbs, “And I want to always be with you.”
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filthyfucker · 3 months
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casually fantasizing about Gojo and Geto gang-banging you HARD. like imagine y’all in the bedroom with Geto behind you, his fat cock plunging deep into your ass, while Gojo held you into a deep mating press, knees almost reaching your ears as their thrusts were synchronized, fucking you dumb on their cocks while all you can do is nothing but take their fat cocks into your abused holes.
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kamapon · 10 months
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Since it's Pride Month and I really love Idolish7, I'm being a little selfish and my monthly poll on P*atreon consists uniquely of Idolish pictures lmao All supporters can vote!
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thewriternextdoor24 · 11 months
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You Should Have Been a Pop Star
Ian Gallagher X Reader X Mickey Milkovich
Male reader (he/him pronouns used)
Sfw (only a bit of ass grabbing) surprisingly no strong language used
word count: 705
AN: I’ve been watching Shameless while I do chores and on homework breaks and the show has now developed into a bit of a hyperfixation. This lead to my never ending brain rot of Ian and Mickey <3 there’s like no x reader fics on here for the two but I def haven’t seen any Polly fics. I’ll probably write more about this ship because I love it so much <3 taking my favorite ship and making it polly is my favorite pass time.
Gif not mine!!
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Your well used headphones sat tight on your head as you moved to the fridge. Your favorite upbeat song playing on repeat as you pulled the eggs from the fridge. The old floor squeaked slightly as you danced around grabbing butter, a pan, and quickly washing a spatula from the sink. As the eggs began to sizzle your dancing went into full swing. Hips swaying and arms flowing. Ian rolled over in bed expecting to see you but with you missing from the bed and the door being open just a creak it confirmed that you had sneaked out. He followed the path you had taken 15 minutes prior making his way down the stairs. He came to a halt at the bottom of the stairs. The smell of Eggs and sausage filling his nose. He watched silently with a wide smile on his face as you spun and mouthed along to the words. Slowly he turned and snuck up the stairs once again.
Ian softly shook Micky. Leading the brunette to roll over pushing slightly at Ian in an attempt to stop his sleep from being disrupted. “Come on you’ll wanna see this” Ian’s smile caused Mickey to give in and roll out of the bed following him down the stairs. Ian signaled for Mickey to be quiet as they came to the bottom of the stairs. Micky’s face twisted up into one of the biggest smiles Ian had ever seen. The two watched as you finished plating the last few pieces of toast spinning and mouthing the lyrics into a fake microphone. The two watched quietly as you danced around the kitchen both smiling from ear to ear. Finally you turned, opening your eyes and screeching, jumping out of your skin as you noticed the two men at the bottom of the stairs. Quickly you take the headphones from your head, a blush rising to your face.
“How long have you two been standing there?!” Micky’s smile fell into a smirk
“You should have been a pop star with that ass you would have had enough money that all 3 of us could retire at 40” Ian rolled his eyes as he pushed himself off the wall and made his way to you.
“Yeah but if he was a pop star the only time we would see this ass on tv. He would be too busy for us” Ian wrapped himself around you cupping your ass a bit before kissing you. Mikey came up behind you, trapping you between the two of them. He kissed behind your ear as he wrapped around both of you. You melted into them. The warmth consuming you. Breathing in both of their scents you sighed feeling content. The smell of eggs reached your nose again you softly pushed at them
“Come on everyone’s breakfast is going to get cold” The three of you detangled as you headed to the counter grabbing a few plants and going to set the table. Ian went to the kitchen grabbing the milk and orange juice while Micky grabbed cups for everyone. After putting the plates down you went up the stairs half way before shouting “Breakfast is ready! Hurry before it gets cold!” Footsteps began on the second level as you returned to the counter grabbing a few more plates and heading back to the table. Debbie and Franny were the first to make they’re way to the table, Fran giving everyone a hug before taking her seat next to her mum and digging in. Carl was next down
“Is the sausage I smell? You spoil us mr. (L/n)” you roll your eyes, handing him a cup of coffee as he heads to his seat. Lip was the last to make it to the table, shading his eyes from the light clearly hung over. You brought a cup of coffee over to him, giving him a sympathetic smile before taking your own seat. Everyone dug in making small talk. Talking about plans for the day and when the next bill was due. A smile was glued to your face the whole time. Even though you may live a tougher life than most moments like this made it all worth it.
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You didn’t hear him come home, slinking back into the comfort of the shared four walls after a late night patrol with one of his colleagues, Bakugou most likely. Those two always seemed to paired together.
Kirishima took advantage of the silence to finally let his shoulders slump, toeing off his work boots by the door and lining them up next to your discarded sandals. He dropped his duffle that held a change of clothes and some extra paperwork from the agency, option to put it away later rather than sooner.
The house smelled of diluted bleach and the linger of dinner, letting him know that you had been busy as well. He smiled gently to himself, padding along the polished hardwood floor with his mind filled with images of you tidying up. He could see it now, you with your headphones over your ears, swaying your hips to the music as you mopped the floor..as you bent over to pop the dinner in the oven.
As if to confirm his suspicion, he pulled open the door to the stainless steel oven, peering inside to see the baked chicken. You had the sides to the dinner already stashed away in glass containers on the stove, knowing better than to wait to eat when he had night patrol. 
Kirishima took his time in the kitchen, warming himself a plate and sitting at the kitchen table to decompress as he ate. It always shocked him how hungry he grew after working, never noticing the intensity of his stomach consuming itself until he was placed in front of a home cooked meal. Besides, work had been killer and there was no time to get in a bite to eat even if he had wanted. His muscles were sore and the only thing the man could think about was coming home to you and being surrounded by your sweet scent opposed to the grittiness of the city. To his surprise, you were still awake when he finally made it upstairs. He was quiet, tiptoeing until he was beside you on the cozy balcony.
There you were in all your glory, sipping on a mug of tea, your feet perched on the railing as you watched the cars drive by. Kiri’s eyes trailed up the length of your legs to the hem of your silk robe that was loosely tied around your frame. 
He plopped down on the cement of the balcony beside you, resting his head against your thigh, tickling the skin there with stray red flyaways. You liked to come sit out here and people watch from time to time. You swore up and down that was the reason at least. Kiri had the suspicion that you were simply worried about him and waiting for him to come home. You hated the idea of him being so high on the hero ranks, always being one of the first in line to be called to the greater dangers. But you loved it too, getting to see him do what he enjoys and placing smiles on people faces was heartwarming as well.
Still..you couldn't help but check him over for any serious injuries every time he came home, like you were doing now, coaxing him between your soft thighs and tilting his face from side to side.
"How was work?" You hummed out softly as you brushed hair from his face, taking it the way he nudged into your touch.
"Nothing special today. Just patrolled." It was only a small lie to ease your worries.
His voice was soft and tired as he started to plant kisses on your inner thighs. He had missed you too, large hands coming to grip and massage as your skin. Being here between your legs was almost too much, especially when he could smell the soft warmth radiating from your core. You smelled of lavender soap and that milky fruity moisturizer you used before bed. It was what he needed after a long day.
He only needed you..
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steventhusiast · 2 months
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STWG prompt 31/1/24
prompt: visual prompt (two silhouettes on their bikes watching the sky at dusk, a shooting star goes across the screen)
pairing/character(s): steddie
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Eddie has to admit that when Steve pitched this date to him he almost said no.
Biking through some off-road trail for forty five minutes to get to a pretty field and have a picnic under the stars? That sounds like hot and sweaty torture to him. And not the good kind.
But as he'd been about to say that to Steve, he'd made the mistake of looking at his face, and Steve seemed so excited. His eyes were practically twinkling as he told Eddie it's the best place to watch the sunset for miles, and that no one's ever there in the evening because it's so out of the way, and that it's far enough away that the stars are clear at night. How could Eddie say no after that?
So here he is.
Hot and sweaty, as predicted, even an hour after they've arrived at their destination.
But they're sat opposite each other on a picnic blanket, cross-legged with their knees touching they're so close. And Steve is smiling at him like he's the best thing he's ever seen. And the horizon is pink as the last of the sun goes down, casting a glow over them both. And Eddie swears he just saw a shooting star go past behind Steve.
If he was with anyone else, he'd wish on that star to never have to do that much exercise again. Or to not have to do the bike-ride back at least.
But he can't find it in himself to hate the idea of this date anymore, exercise be damned. He hates to admit it.. but he's enjoying himself. He always enjoys time with Steve- if he's there, smiling at him like this? Even if he has to exercise in the process, he'll be there.
So instead of his usual wish, he closes his eyes (and ignores Steve questioning what he's doing) and wishes that every date with Steve feels like this, no matter how long they've been dating or how mundane the activity.
When he opens his eyes, Steve is still looking at him, a subtle smile on his face.
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vodkabodies · 6 months
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Invisible String
Summary: An endless search for a remedy comes to a halt when Harry realizes he’s been tied to it, to her, all along.
Pairing: Harry Styles x Musician gf
WC: 475
Warnings: If you're NOT a fan of romanticrry, this is not the post for you ;)
A/N: Can you tell I’m a sucker for fluff? Here’s a little ‘thank you’ for the love you’ve given over my previous post <3 This is a really short one but still, enjoy!
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You were there all along, hidden in plain sight. At award shows, at after parties, even at our mutual friend’s wedding ceremony. Sometimes I wonder, what took us so long, then? For years you were always just a friend of a friend, an artist under the same record label, and now you have your own mugs in my kitchen cabinet and a side on my bed that will always smell of you.
Whenever I get lost in my thoughts like this though, as if by instinct, a connection only you and I are tied to, a brush of your fingers through the curly strands of my hair always wipes the questions away. As I lay here, sulking in your gentle yawning and the scent of your shampoo, there wouldn't have been a more perfect time than now. Not seven years ago when you were getting out of a toxic relationship, and I from a boy group I’ve been in for years to pursue my own endeavours.
We were meant to cross paths, eventually. At the perfect place, and at the perfect time.
I was scheduled for a meeting the very night of your opening show. I ran into my good friend, your manager at the time, who was on his way to support you. At that very moment, I received a call that our meeting was postponed. He invited me to join him instead, and so I did. With no intentions of coincidentally meeting my twin flame that same evening.
Ever since then, it’s been you.
As if tied to an invisible string, distance from you started feeling like hell. Like being pulled by rip currents, away from the safety of the shore.
I started to fear that every song I'll ever write from that day onward would be about you. And how you snorted a laugh when my voice pathetically cracked the moment I introduced myself to you, your hands that fit perfectly in mine as you shook it, and that voice, the one that grew a bed of flowers over the barricades that disabled me from running directly to you, the same one that now hums me lullabies.
You are the cure to my sleepless nights, the remedy for my mundane days, and extra lonely drives. I, a hopeless romantic, an artist, the product of loving and losing, has fallen deeply in love with you in a way that only words can explain, and only lyrics can describe. 
I’ve written about finding no antidotes for curses, been convinced that loving someone else in the past was the cure, and thought another person had it all along. But it was you. Not a pill I could swallow, an action I could do, or something someone could possess. All along I was tied to the one I’ve spent lifetimes searching for.
“You are the antidote.”
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A/N: Hope you guys caught all the references I snuck in here. If you did, feel free to comment them below! I appreciate the support and feedback for my first work <3 More to come! (possibly a new fic??) As always, thank you for reading!
Twitter: @vodkabodies
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