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hanasnx · 5 days

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"IF YOU WANT MORE LOVE, WHY DON'T YOU SAY SO?" — anakin skywalker.

6'7!ANAKIN SKYWALKER makes the very ground shake. Vibrations reverberate throughout the floor when he storms through, warning you of his impending presence. His sheer mass cannot be explained, only experienced firsthand. As if reactivating any residual prey instincts sewn deep into your DNA from ancient times, you shy in his atmosphere as he takes up the room with not only his muscled body but his overarching personality. It's strong, potent. Arguments with him are impossible when he can intimidate you with a glance. His permanent scowl etched into his eyebrows make sure of that.

"What?" he asks, and anyone but you would mistake it for irritability, when instead he is concerned. His feathery voice soothes your ears, and you gulp as he searches your body language for signs of fatigue or discomfort.

Caught, heat rises to your cheeks and you avert your gaze. "Nothing." you respond promptly, a twinge of fear that his impatience will earn you some form of lashing. Not that you'd mind. You're hot and bothered standing next to him, and he looks down at you like you're a child to be taken care of or taught.

"You're staring again." he audibly observes, and traces of exasperation are heard within his tone. You chew your lip, punctually swallowing your rebuttal that he has the worst staring problem of anyone you've ever met, constantly observing you as if you're an animal to be studied through experiments he himself design. In a way, you are. Tested through various sorts of stimulation that he calculates, you might as well be his personal pet project. Being stared at by Anakin is an expectation of yours, and a right that he believes to own. Once it's clear you're lost in thought—or won't respond—he leads you away with a large hand grazing the small of your back. The tingles of his contact shoot straight up to glitter in your brain as pleasurable frission, so desperate for his attention that the slightest bit of it sends you into an embarrassing tizzy. "What's gotten into you?" he speaks under his breath, and you're sure a scold is on its way. You fight the disappointment that creeps up when his hand drops from your back, but returns just as swiftly when he tucks you into the atmosphere of his side, corralling you into the privacy of a dark corner.

You can't bring yourself to say anything, hopelessly peering up at him with big eyes to which he gets lost in. Batting your lashes, a tug appears at the corner of his lips as he watches your hands clasp behind your back in an innocent manner, twirling side to side as your chest sticks out from your positioning. As if he can understand your secret language, he sighs, and glances over his shoulder to check for eavesdroppers. One signal in a tilt of his head, and you giddily follow his directions as the flat ends of his fingers give your ass an encouraging pat when you pass him.

You hadn't anticipated that when he was herding you towards seclusion with his massive body behind yours—gently urging you forward with his body heat and curling his frame around you to check the cute expression on your face—that you'd end up tangled up in him again. He hadn't anticipated it either, fully intended to get you off with two thick fingers coaxing a release out of you so you'll stop ogling him like a lost puppy. Instead, you were too good to resist. Poor pussy pulsing around his knuckles, begging for something better had him undoing his pants to bury himself within you.

Grateful, you clutch onto his clothes, bunching it all up in your little hands as you gasp for air over his hulking shoulder. Folded up over yourself like a malleable doll he's molded to his whims, you feel infinitely smaller than before underneath him. Even his head next to yours dwarfs yours, his face longer, wider, more chiseled than your round and soft cheeks. You feel his gentle lips kissing onto one as he begs you to loosen up with shallow ruts into your cunt.

"Why didn't you just say so?" he questions husky and hot in your ear. You shiver, your hole spasming around him, still recovering from the overstimulation of orgasms he pulled before this. "Do I have to read your mind?"

Tears prick the corners of your eyes from how hard you squeeze them shut, willing yourself to nod as he carves out a space for his long cock inside you, able to bottom out. A long groan resounds from low in his throat as he soaks the fit it in.

A moment is spent in content silence as you bite hard into your lower lip. A clumsy thumb wedges in between you two, stroking at your prickling clit. A thankful wetness wells up within you. "Next time I'll make you use those pretty words, my love. For now, let me take care of you."

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babybeel · 1 year

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— yours sincerely petname reaction hcs

lucifer doesn’t need words to show he likes the petname. the first time it slips from your lips is exaggerated, teasing lilt in your tone as you hum a “whatever you say, dear.” the response you get isn’t quite the one you’d expect from the avatar of pride, smile evident as he asks, “what did you say?” “i don’t know,” you muse, all too knowing as the corners of your lips peak upwards, “what did i say, dear?” your pointer finger taps your chin in mock thought. lucifer lights up as you say it again, goading though adoring. you’ve won this one, pride be damned.

mammon is easy to tease, even easier to fluster. a whisper of “babe” sends him stuttering and stammering, desperately trying to hide his blush in the collar of his jacket. it’s a poor attempt, red creeping up to the tips of his ears that stick out over worn leather and white hair. “what’s wrong, babe?” you grin, smile wide and toothy. you’re sickly fond and never quite mocking. it sends mammon further into his tizzy and he can’t find it in himself to answer - for nothing’s wrong at all.

leviathan isn’t in the habit of using or receiving petnames, unless it’s thick and syrupy and scathing from asmo. so when the adoring “sweetheart” drops from your lips, he freezes. it takes a moment for him to face you, eyes darting as his blush deepens. but your smile is charming -- disarming even -- and sure. it soothes levi’s nerves, replacing the multitude of thoughts bouncing around his head to a soft chant of sweethearts. heart content and mind dazed, he knows he’ll think of a cute name to call you too.

careful with his words, satan is quick to register the “love” that accompanies your sentence. a quickened heartbeat and uncontrollable smile tells him how much he likes it, a hitch of the breath and adoring gaze tells you how much he likes it. an affectionate reminder of your feelings, chosen specifically to address him. there’s a level of disbelief for the avatar of wrath, that something so tender and fond can be solely for him, and there’s an even larger level of happiness for his name to be replaced with love. already besotted, the use of “my love” sends him dizzy. he’ll always be yours.

asmodeus blooms! the first to call you honey, baby, lovely, you’ve long since come to associate sweet names with the avatar of lust. seeking to reciprocate the affection, “darling” is tacked to the end of your sentence. it’s a little awkward, a little hesitant, but asmo adores its roughness all the same, he adores you. a sharp excited squeal is all you get as warning before asmo launches himself at you, latching his arms around your frame. “you’re just the cutest, i could eat every last bit of you up!” he exclaims, kiss pressed to your cheek, “say it again?” the name falls from your lips like a mantra - darling, darling, darling.

a cheery “hi, handsome!” greets beelzebub as he trudges through the doors of the house of lamentation, equal parts tired and hungry after a long fangol practice. but the name stops beel in his tracks, said with such happiness of his arrival and such certainty of his looks. his eyes are wide as he flushes under your bright gaze and warm grin. a pretty pink skates across his cheeks as beel returns your affection with a gentle smile, shy and lovely. and beel, tall and built and mud-splattered, suddenly looks small. you’re sure to call him handsome more often.

belphegor responds to your ask of “can you pass me that please, baby?” without thought, body moving before he can even register it. youngest of his brothers, he’s been spoilt and coddled, used to getting his way. it’s no wonder that the same applies for you too. so it’s easy for belphie to turn the tables, fluster you with a mere “you should use that more often, baby.” it’s a little mocking, a little mean, but it’s so like belphegor to hide his affection under teases that you find yourself smiling all the same, ignoring the heat in the apples of your cheeks. because belphie doesn’t mind being called baby, not one bit.

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blueywrites · 5 months

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I'm having some filthy thoughts about mid-20s rockstar!eddie and hotel maid!reader.

18+ only! I started typing and didn't stop, and this ended up longer than I thought it would be 😅 whoops!

cw: drug and alcohol usage, innocent!reader (but not really), oral m receiving, spit play, ball worship, exhibitionism

I think underneath the bravado and smug cockiness of his rockstar persona, Eddie is still the same Eddie we know - the one who resented how girls in high school hooked up with him just to say they hooked up with the freak. I think a buried part of him carries that with him long after he graduates. I'm sure once Corroded Coffin made it big he fucked his fair share of groupies and escorts and the like - the typical girls that would be invited to afterparties by his band managers and other such people. And that would be good for awhile, but I think eventually after the novelty wore off, their vibes would be too similar to those high school girls. Even though these ones are fucking him because he's a rockstar, they're still doing it at least partially for the clout. And while they're always good fucks - sensual, skilled, vocal - there's an air of exaggeration and performance to those encounters that Eddie gets tired of.

Jeff, Gareth, and Charlie aren't sick of it, though. They're still full of gleeful testosterone every afterparty, giggling like boys when the chicks take their teeny tops off and shake their boobs in their faces. Eddie still enjoys himself, too. He clinks shot glasses with them, and they all throw back top shelf alcohol, take bumps off the ornate coffee table, rub the dust into their gums and sink steadily into their highs. Sometimes the guys take their groupie of choice back to their individual rooms, and sometimes they don't even bother with that - they just hook up with those girls there on the couches while the leftovers dance up on each other and make eyes at Eddie. He sinks back into the armchair he's claimed for the night, sipping bourbon from a heavy tumbler and occasionally letting one of the bolder ones give him a lap dance if she mildly interests him. The girls don't dare complain that he won't fuck them; instead, his aloofness makes him all the more desirable, enough so that even a flirty word or a quick ass squeeze might send them into a dazzled tizzy and make them feel special.

You, though - standing at the hotel door after knocking politely with your elbow, a bucket full of ice and Don Perignon clutched by the handle in your small hands, held demurely in front of your starchy maid's uniform - Eddie is instantly intrigued by you. His hazy eyes light as he sees you, and he slips into his persona like a swan into water: leaning on the doorframe with one lean muscled arm, smirk like honey as he gazes down at you, his eyes raking over your body. He likes how you look up at him, your eyes all big and sweet as you hold out the bucket for him, the picture of hospitality. Your lips pull into a shy, innocent smile as he thanks you in a purr and calls you sweetheart. And now Eddie's thinking about what your lips would look like parted instead, the sounds you'd make with your head thrown back and heat across your cheeks as he gives it to you. He has a feeling that you - sweet, innocent, shy you - would never fake or exaggerate a single one of the sounds he pulls from your throat, and that's exactly what he's been wanting.

Eddie doesn't know it, but he's right: right that you are shy and sweet, and that you wouldn't fake your sounds, and that you've never even attempted to fuck someone famous before. But despite appearances, you aren't exactly innocent. You'd even consider yourself a little naughty, at least in the confines of your own mind. So when this pretty rockstar coaxes you inside, soothing your weak protestations that you're working by pointing out that no one but he and his friends are awake at three am, you find yourself rather quickly seated on his lap and breathing in his heady scent - smoke, earthen leather, and expensive cologne. You decline a bump but let him feed you one shot and then another, and when his lips capture yours, you don't stiffen or pull away. You sink into it, into him, heart pounding wildly as the music and feminine giggles and party sounds fill your ears and you realize this is really happening.

Before you know it, Eddie's tongue is down your throat and his fingers are tweaking your hardened nipples through your cotton uniform. You moan breathily into his mouth and he wonders how far you'll be willing to let him go. The thought that you'd let him have his way with you here, in front of Charlie, Jeff, and Gareth and all the groupies and escorts and band managers - so many fuckin' people in this room, when did that happen, anyway? - makes his dick almost painfully hard. He palms the back of your head as his kiss grows more aggressive, more demanding, and it's cute how you try to keep up with him.

Considering your shyness, Eddie is surprised how easy it is to get you on your knees. Your mouth salivates as he stands and unbuckles his belt, and the sound of others in the room noticing what you and he are doing feels distant as he takes out his cock. It's ruddy and thick if not too long, pierced on the end with two silver balls that make you want to feel that metal against your tongue. Your head spins pleasantly as Eddie thrusts into your mouth, and he's gratified at how willing you are as you let him work his way into your throat. "That's it, baby," he groans, his dick kicking against your tongue as you look up at him with big wet eyes. His palms press to your ears, holding your head still as he sets a shallow but insistent pace, fucking your face in plain view of the others. "You're a fuckin' angel," he praises you roughly, and you whine happily, throbbing between your legs beneath your uniform. "Stick out that little tongue for me." You obey, and he taps his cockhead against it, smearing your spit over his pinked skin.

There are the groupies and escorts with their perfect makeup and flawless skin, and then there's you, baby hairs sticking to your skin as Eddie rubs his cock all over your face, getting you messy with your own spit. You kneel on the hotel carpet and let him, still with that dumb little smile and your thighs squeezed tight as you try to bring yourself some relief.

Eddie thinks, then, that maybe you'll let him do anything - anything he wants. He holds up his cock towards his belly button, and his sack brushes your nose. "Lick my fuckin' balls," he tells you, thrilling inside when you dive right in, burying your face between his legs, licking and suckling with your sweet little lips and your hot little tongue. He holds you against him with a grip on your hair, and you hum as he grinds himself against your face. "Fuck," he hisses, repeating it almost desperately when he catches a glance of your face when his fist tugs up his cock, so sweet and smitten as you look up at him.

A need burns in the pit of Eddie's belly, and that's when he knows:

He's going to fuckin' ruin you.

#eddie munson #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #rockstar!eddie munson

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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James Potter Drabbles

✩ = 18+, mdni ♡ = mae's favs

James apologizes to hufflepuff!you after a prank gone wrong ♡

Roommate!James takes care of you when you're sick

You have a complicated relationship with touch, and James loves you just the same

James protects you from the cold

James x you when you're uncomfortable around drunk people

You inadvertently torment bestfriend!James with your hotness

You introduce James to nipple piercings (he's a fan)

Touchy bestfriend!James is obsessed with your boobs

James is beyond proud when you pass your big test

You're anxious and PMSing, and James is The Best

You both misplace your glasses

Hockey player!James experiences love at first sight with figure skater!reader

Your muscley boyfriend James gives you the hug of the year ♡

You wash James' hair after a long day ♡

James gets a lesson on waxing moon rituals from whimsical!reader

James knows you're not so innocent

You give James flowers ♡

Roommate!James is way too nice to you when you come home drunk

You and James are both very fit and achey (massages help)

James doesn't care about your acne

James is (lovingly) worried when whimsical!reader brings home a friend

James loves your nose

James is lovestruck for whimsical!reader

James gets into a slight tizzy when you scrape your knee ♡

James comforts you when you worry you're a not a good person

James helps when you have a nosebleed

James is obsessed with plus size!reader

You help bodyguard!James in his time of need ♡

James is smitten with you, Sirius' sister

You accessorize James' bicep

James is drunk and staunchly loyal

fireman!James rescues you from an elevator

James reasons with you when you're jealous ♡

James wants to be your champion

Bodyguard!James saves you during a shooting

James feeds you

Bestfriend!James and you roll around (platonically of course)

You and James are adorably domestic ♡

You're afraid of showing too much love for James

You and James finally have your time ♡

Rockstar!James throws a drumstick at you

James comforts you when you have a migraine

Firefighter!James frets over your smoke inhalation

You divert James on a summer day

You worry you and James are drifting apart ♡

James comforts you when you have anxiety troubles

You and James meet when you're drunk and upset

Roommate!James is protective when you go on a date

You call on your neighbor, James, for help

James and shy!reader kiss for the first time

Camp counselor!James

He invites you to a bonfire The kids know about his crush He tells a campfire story

James loves to tease ✩♡

Giggly sex with James ✩

James is your first time ✩ | the aftercare

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter drabble

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sailor-aviator · 3 months

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Today and Every Day

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: A glimpse into your life with the one and only Jake "Hangman" Seresin starting from your first date and ending with a twist. A fic inspired by the song "Marry Me" by train.

Content Warning: First dates, Proposal, Marriage, Pregnancy, Allusions to smut, Making out, Old Age, Nerves, Tooth rotting fluff, Romance. I think that's everything.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: This fic was written as a part of @ohtobeleah's Galentine's Day Special! I had so much fun writing it, and I hope you all have just as much fun reading it!! As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! Until next time!

Jake was nervous. No. He was terrified, actually. He had never been this scared to go on a date before, but here he was, leg bouncing up and down in the driver’s seat as he waited outside of the restaurant he agreed to meet you at. He had met you at the cafe just last week, and already he was smitten. You had been sitting there, typing away on your laptop when he had spotted you as he walked in with Javy and Phoenix. It had taken an incredible amount of self will and determination to finally get up and go talk to you, but he was glad he had because now he was getting ready to go on your first date.

He really, really hoped he didn’t screw it up.

Taking a deep breath, he shoved the door of his truck open, stepping out and into the parking lot. He was a little early, but better that than being late, he supposed. He crossed the street, heart stopping and breath catching in his throat when he spotted you through the window. You were standing in a pretty, blue dress looking around the lobby nervously as you glanced down at your phone, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

Shaking himself from his stupor, he pulled the door open and stepped inside. You glanced up from your phone at the noise, giving him a soft smile that left him breathless all over again.

“Hey,” you greeted quietly, sliding your phone into your purse as you turned to face him. A shy smile curled on his lips as he took you in, a characteristic that felt so foreign to him. Jake was usually a man of confidence, but there was something about you that seemed send him into a tizzy with one look.

“Hey,” he responded. “Were you waiting long?”

“Not at all,” you assured him, smoothing down the skirt of your dress, an action that Jake found absolutely endearing. He tore his eyes away from you as the hostess came back to the stand, flashing a polite smile at the two of you.

“Are you ready?” He asked, gesturing towards the other woman. You turned around, eyes widening in surprise before flashing him a quick smile and a nod.

The hostess seated the two of you quickly, and your waiter had stopped by shortly after to take your drink order. The two of you sat in a moment of silence, and Jake noted that it wasn’t altogether an uncomfortable one, but rather tense and nervous.

“You know,” he spoke after another moment, causing your eyes to flicker up to meet his, “I was actually really nervous for today.”

That seemed to shock you, and you let out a startled giggle before smiling up at him.

“Really?”

He nodded.

“I was too, actually,” you admitted, glancing up at him shyly through your lashes. Jake tried not to think too much about how he wanted to reach out and lay kisses on the spots where your lashes brushed against your cheeks. Instead, he cleared his throat, and leaned forward to flash you a charming smile.

“So, let’s get to know each other,” he suggested, a wicked twinkle in his eyes. “If you could attend any concert from any time period, who would it be?”

Jake hadn’t been this nervous in two years. Of course, the last time he had felt like this was on your first date, and now here he was, about to get down on one knee and ask you to be his wife. Truthfully, he had gone ring shopping the day after your first date. He had known from the moment he first laid eyes on you that you were it for him, and the date had just confirmed it.

The two of you had eaten and passed the time in giggles and more ridiculous questions, a conversation that soon became more in depth and personal, and Jake found that the longer he spent with you, the more he didn’t want the night to end.

So, at the end of the meal, he had asked you if you wanted to go for a walk along the beach, and you had happily agreed.

That was two years ago, and now the two of you walked along the same beach, hand in hand as Jake ran his other one nervously through his hair. You peered at him from the corner of your eye, brow furrowing and causing that cute little crease that Jake loved to kiss away.

“Are you feeling okay?” You asked him finally, stopping and turning to face him with a worried expression. You reached up to feel his forehead, humming as you dropped your hand.

“You don’t feel warm,” you muttered, tilting your head in confusion, the little crease deepening as you try to determine what on earth could possibly be wrong with your boyfriend. Jake let out a nervous chuckle, squeezing your hand in reassurance as he takes a steadying breath.

“I’m fine, darlin’,” he told you, but you didn’t seem convinced, eyes still sweeping over him to try and find something wrong with him. “‘m just nervous is all.”

“Nervous?” You questioned, shaking your head slightly. “What on earth for?”

Jake took another deep breath before dropping down onto one knee, smiling at the way your face morphs from confused concern into tearful surprise.

“Darlin’,” he began, pulling the tiny, black box out of his pocket and popping it open to reveal a stunning diamond ring, “the day we met in that little cafe was the beginning of something extraordinary. The past two years have been filled with laughter, tears, the occasional fight, and so much love. I wouldn’t trade any of it for anything in the world, do you hear me? The best day of my life was when you agreed to make it official and be my girlfriend, but I’m hoping you’ll top it here by agreeing to be my wife. Will you marry me?”

Tears streamed down your face as you covered your mouth to keep the sobs from spilling out. You began to nod frantically, wiping the tears away as you sobbed out a laugh, the pretty smile he loved oh so much coming into view.

“Jacob Seresin, of course I’ll marry you,” you laughed, reaching out for him to pull him into a soul-crushing kiss. Jake smiled against your lips as he moved to stand, hauling you into his arms as he rocked the two of you from side to side. Pulling away only when the two of you needed air, he slipped the ring onto your finger, stroking the soft skin as he continued to grin.

“I love you,” he said, looking up at you finally. You squeezed his hand, smiling up at him gently as you placed another kiss to his lips.

“I love you too.”

“Jake, you could power a whole city with how much you’re moving,” Javy griped, placing a reassuring hand on Jake’s shoulder. “Calm down, man.”

“Sorry,” Jake grimaced, glancing down the aisle towards the doors leading into the sanctuary of the church. The pews were filled with friends and family from both sides, eagerly awaiting the start of the ceremony.

“I’m just nervous,” he grumbled, eyes still trained on the doors where you would appear any moment.

“But why?” Javy frowned, following his best friend’s line of sight. Jake didn’t answer for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip as his foot tapped against the marble floor and his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.

“Jake?”

“What if she changes her mind?” Jake blurted out, eyes finally looking at Javy with panic lacing through the green. “What if she realizes that I’m not good enough for her? That I’m the worst choice she could possibly make?”

Javy stared at him for a moment before ducking his head down. For a moment, Jake was horrified that his best friend realized that he was right and didn’t know how to tell him, but then he realized that Javy’s shoulders were shaking, and the fear was replaced with indignant confusion as Javy reached out a hand to Jake’s shoulders in order to steady himself. Javy stood back up, wiping a stray tear as he almost broke out into another round of laughter.

“You really are an idiot sometimes, man. You know that?” Javy wheezed, patting Jake on the back. “That girl is so in love with you, it’s not funny. Besides, she could definitely do worse than you.”

“Like who?” Jake mumbled, glaring at the other man. Javy’s grin was wide as he answered.

“Like Bradshaw.”

Jake laughed at that, the nerves easing out of him slowly as he nodded.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he conceded, head snapping back to the doors as the music picked up. One by one, your bridesmaids came walking down the aisle, and Jake’s heart sped up as the last girl made her way down the aisle. The quintessential theme began to play as everyone stood up, and Jake felt the tears spring to his eyes as you finally came into view.

You were beautiful, dressed in your white gown. Jake always thought you looked beautiful, of course, but knowing that you were currently walking down the aisle to become his wife?

He wiped at his eyes, and he heard Javy let out a low chuckle behind him.

“You got this,” he whispered, and Jake let out a low laugh. Yeah, he did have this, and he never wanted to let this go. Your eyes were trained on him the entire walk down the aisle, a smile plastered on your face and Jake swore he could die happy right then and there.

You stopped in front of him, and Jake was only vaguely aware of the ceremony going on around him. Of course he spoke when he was supposed to, but other than that, his focus was locked on you, and it seemed you were in the same boat.

The second Jake heard the priest say “you may kiss the bride,” he was on you, hands cradling your jaw as he kissed you breathless, dipping you slightly as one hand came down to rest on your waist. You kissed him back, excited giggles escaping past your lips as the two of you got lost in the moment. Finally, Jake pulled away, green eyes sparkling as his thumb caressed the apple of your cheek.

“Mr. Seresin,” you purred, looking up at him through your lashes, not unlike the way you did on your first date.

“Mrs. Seresin,” he beamed, leaning in for another kiss.

“Honey, you’re making me nervous,” Jake chuckled, watching you bounce around the house, your nervous energy positively infectious. You glanced at him before quickly looking away, fighting back a smile as you scurried about with the laundry on your hip. You had never been good at keeping secrets from him, but he always thought it was cute how you tried.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” you assured him, placing the basket on the coffee table and picking up one of the many articles of clothing bunched together.

“I’m sure there isn’t, sugar,” Jake continued, picking up a t-shirt to help you fold. “But when you’ve been scurrying about the house for two days with that secretive little smirk of yours, it gets a man’s heart pumpin’ and mind racin’.”

You paused in your folding, watching him for a moment before snorting and continuing your task.

“I think you’re being a tad paranoid, babe,” you teased, setting down the t-shirt you had just finished folding. Jake moved to grab another t-shirt, opening his mouth to say something when he stopped. His brow furrowed in confusion as he lifted up a plain, white onesie.

“Is this Michelle’s?” He asked, giving you a questioning look. It wasn’t unusual for you to wash the clothes of your friends’ kids, but last he checked none of them had babies this small. Michelle had had a baby about half a year ago, but the bright, new bundle was already well past the size of the onesie he currently held in his hands. You smirked at him, continuing to fold the laundry.

“You know Michael is too big for that.”

“Then which of your friends has a baby that I don’t know about?”

“You know about all of my friends’ babies, Jake.”

“Is one of your friends expecting again?”

“Not one of my friends, no,” you grinned, waiting for him to catch on. He stared at you for a second, studying you like you would give him the answer. It wasn’t until you gently cupped your own stomach that his eyes went wide and tears kissed his lash line.

“Honey, are you serious?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper. You bit at your bottom lip in excitement, a grin breaking out across your face.

“Sweetheart, please tell me you’re serious,” he begged, a smile tugging at the corner of his own lips, a shout escaping from him as you nodded in excitement. He tossed the onesie to the side, crossing the distance between you two to scoop you into his arms. He peppered kisses across your face, giggles breaking out between the two of you.

“You have no idea how happy I am right now, darlin’,” he beamed, cradling your face in his hands. “I’m gonna take such good care of the both of you, I promise.”

He placed another kiss to your lips before dropping to his knees in front of you, gently splaying his hands across your belly.

“And you, little one?” He whispered almost reverently. “I’m gonna be the best daddy to you. Make no mistake about it. You’re not even here yet and you’ve already got me wrapped around your little finger. I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you ever, you hear me?”

He placed a kiss to your stomach, peering up at you as he rested his cheek against you, thumb stroking over your shirt.

“You’ve given me the best gift I could have ever asked for,” he murmured, heart so full as he stared up at you.

“It’s too quiet in here,” Jake muttered, leaning back in his recliner. You walked into the living room, handing him a beer with a knowing smile on your face. Jake frowned as you moved to sit on the couch, grabbing your hand and pulling you onto his lap with a grunt as you giggled.

“That’ll happen when your kids move out,” you reminded him with a smile. Your youngest had officially moved off to college a few days prior, and it came as no surprise to you that Jake was not handling the change very well.

Your home had been filled with the constant laughter and chatter of three, beautiful kids for twenty-three years now, and while you were sad to see your kids leave, you were happy to see them grow into the adults they had become. Jake, on the other hand, missed his children terribly.

“They should visit more,” he griped, resting his hand on your thigh, stroking his thumb up and down as you settled into him.

“Jake, they visit almost every week,” you snorted, resting a hand on his chest with a shake of your head. He gave you a look before taking a sip of his beer.

“And it’s not enough,” he retorted with a scowl. You rolled your eyes with a scoff before a smirk overtook your features. You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you began to place lingering kisses across his jaw.

“You’re telling me,” you hummed, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear, smirk deepening as he shivered, “that you can’t think of any reason as to why having our kids out of the house might be beneficial to the two of us.”

Jake arched a brow at you, turning to look you over as a matching smirk pulled on his lips.

“Dunno, darlin’,” he murmured, maneuvering you so that you straddled him, “might need some convincin’ that it’s a good thing.”

“Well, I can be very persuasive,” you purred, lips moving down to place hot, open-mouthed kisses along the length of his neck. Jake let out a low groan as you found the spot you knew drove him wild, nipping at the skin before laving your tongue over the same spot.

“Oh, I’m well aware, sugar,” he grunted, hands encouraging your hips to roll against his as he threw his head back in a moan. “You managed to get three kids out of me. Despite my protests, might I add. Practically cornered me until I gave you what you wanted.”

You pulled away with a mock glare, Jake whining at the loss of attention.

“I most certainly did not,” you scowled with a raise of an eyebrow. Jake tried to move your hips once more, but you remained unmoved as you glared at him. “In fact, I distinctly remember you begging me for each one of them.”

“Agree to disagree,” he muttered, leaning up to press his lips against yours. You moved to pull back and argue, but Jake held you firmly against him as you giggled into his mouth. His tongue stroked against your own, and your fingers found purchase in his graying locks. You ground down against him, Jake rewarding you with a delicious moan.

“What was that about convincing me that an empty nest is a good thing?” Jake panted, pulling back to look at you. Another grin spread across your face as you moved to stand. Jake stopped you and you looked at him in confusion as he smirked.

“Where do you think you’re goin’?” He asked, running his hands up and down the backs of your thighs before gripping your ass with a hearty squeeze.

“The bedroom?” You supplied, amusement clear on your face.

“Thought part of the fun of being an empty nester was that we could do it wherever we wanted?”

You snorted. “The kids still have keys, Jake, and I’d rather not have our kids walk in unexpectedly on us ‘doing it’ as you so eloquently put it.”

Jake’s eyes widened in shock before nodding firmly. Giving your ass a quick swat, he helped you up off his lap before standing, tugging you quickly towards the bedroom.

“I’m confiscating those damn keys the next time they’re over, sugar,” he warned, grinning as you burst into a fit of giggles.

Jake watched from the porch as his grandkids ran around the expansive yard, screaming and giggling in delight as they chased each other. He still remembered the days when his own kids, their parents, would run around and cause mayhem around the house. He chuckled as the youngest, Ryan, toddled after his older cousins, a toothy grin on the toddler’s face.

His children and their spouses all sat by the fire pit, talking and laughing about something or other, just content to be all together once more, and Jake felt a surge of love at seeing his family together again after so long.

“What are you smiling about over here, honey?”

He turned to see you walking over towards him, a cup of tea in hand as you offered him a loving smile. Your hair had long since grayed, now a stunning silver that reminded him of starlight. The wrinkles around your eyes creased as you looked at him, and though he knew you were self conscious about them, prodding at them with your fingers and a scowl every morning, he made no secret of how much he loved them.

“Evidence of the years spent together,” he’d tell you before kissing each one.

Now he held his arm out for you to sidle up against him, aged hands resting on his back as he let out a contented sigh.

“You remember when our kids would run around out here?” He asked you, his own hand smoothing up and down the length of your back as he peered down at you. You turned your gaze to the yard, your eyes holding ardent adoration as you looked at your many grandchildren.

“Oh I remember,” you chuckled, resting your head against his shoulder as you took a sip of your tea. “You’d come in with mud on your shoes and I’d just about kill the lot of you.”

“You loved it,” he snickered, kissing the top of your head as you sighed, looking back up at him.

“I did,” you admitted. “I do miss it sometimes. And, while I love these critters we call grandkids, I’m always happy to ship them back home to their parents.”

Jake laughed at that, his own wrinkles creasing at the sides of his eyes as he squeezed you tighter. The two of you stood in contented silence as you watched the kids wear themselves out. Sarah, your middle child’s youngest, came running up to you with an excited gleam in her green eyes, words coming out in pants as she fought to catch her breath.

“Gramma, can we go look at the photos again?” She asked, clutching at your sweater and bouncing on the tips of her toes. You chuckled, smoothing a weathered hand over her blonde hair.

“Of course we can, my darling,” you cooed, motioning for her to lead the way. You turned back to give Jake a kiss, patting his cheek lovingly before following after the little girl. Jake watched you go, hoping the two of you had many more days like this to come.

“Are you going to go talk to her, or are you just going to keep staring like a creep?”

Jake startled from his daydream, green eyes wide as Phoenix gave him a knowing look. Javy slid into the seat next to him, nudging his shoulder as he took a sip from his to go cup.

“She’s right,” he said, gesturing over to where you sat two tables down, typing away contently at your laptop. “You look like a creep just staring at her like that. What are you doing? Thinking about your whole future together?”

Jake scowled at his best friend, shooting another glare at Phoenix for good measure.

“Don’t you two have something better to talk about?” He groused. Phoenix tapped her chin, pretending to think.

“Nope,” she said finally, popping her lips together as she gave him a grin. “Why don’t you go and introduce yourself?”

“I dunno,” Jake muttered, giving you another glance, his heart stuttering nervously as he took you in once more.

“Since when have you ever been the type to be nervous about talking to a girl?” Phoenix snorted, raising an eyebrow at Javy who just shrugged in return.

“‘m not nervous,” he muttered, fidgeting with his fingers as he glanced back at you once more. “Just don’t want to bother her is all.”

“Oh well,” Javy began, pushing his seat back and moving to stand, “if you’re not interested, then I guess I’ll-”

“Don’t you dare,” Jake snapped, grabbing his best friend’s wrist and standing. Javy gave him a triumphant smirk as Jake sighed, clearly bested. He pursed his lips, sparing his friends another glare before gathering up all of his courage and walking over to where you sat.

“Excuse me,” he said, causing you to jump, eyes wide as you gazed up at him. Jake swore his heart stopped then and there. He flashed you a charming smile, one you happily returned as he gestured to the seat next to you. “Is this seat taken?”

“Not at all,” you smiled, gesturing for him to sit. He did so, leaning forward on the table as he looked at you, nerves still fluttering in his stomach as he got a better look at you. You looked at him curiously as he continued to stare, raising an eyebrow at him. He cleared his throat with a sheepish smile, stretching out his hand for you to shake.

“Hi,” he said, noting how soft your hand felt in his as he gave it a squeeze. “I’m Jake.”

A/N: Aaaahh!! So what did you guys think?? Don't forget to follow my sideblog - @sailoraviator-library and turn on post notifications if you'd like to be notified of when I post! As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! You can also find me on AO3 under the username sailor_aviator. Until next time!

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tojisun · 6 months

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!! super self-indulgent because im experiencing Gender today so feel free to ignore <33

mmm but androgynous afab reader x johnny and he gives you his sweaters because he knows you love the way they fit you.

the way they’re loose enough that your tits aren’t obvious through the fabric and the way that the little garter hem actually fucking sticks to your hips instead of falling flat and making the sweater look like a shirt dress.

the way you snag his old varsity shirts and actually manage to make them look appealing, something johnny wished he has the talent for because he’s always been just using them for nightwear but there you are, looking so good in his clothes.

“comfy?” he asks as he bends down to tie your shoelaces.

he hears you hum, shy, if anything, and johnny tilts his head up to smile up at you. to show you that there’s nothing to be shy about. nothing for you to get your mind on a tizzy.

“i’ve got more for you, gaol,” johnny says, patting your feet and pressing a kiss on your thigh before standing up at full height. you track his ascent, head tilting up as johnny’s height towers over you before shuffling into his arms, tucking yourself underneath his chin.

he laughs, the sound rumbling from his chest and reverberating to where you are pressed to him, as he loops his arms around you. “i’m starting to think y’r just dating me for my shirts.”

you tilt your head up to look at him, your chin digging into his chest, and gasp out, “oh no, you’ve found out!”

johnny bites his bottom lip to stifle his laughter as he watches the way you fake a pout, before pinching your eyebrows together and jutting your lips out. he couldn’t help but take the opportunity of your pouty lips and smacks a chaste kiss on them instead.

you sputter in surprise, face easing away from your pretend sadness before ducking down to muffle your laughter at his chest. you hear him humming in elation, proud of having broken your dramatics, and so you nip at his collarbone in retaliation.

johnny pretends to hiss in pain even though you both know your teeth did not dig any deeper, still, it makes you laugh even louder as he begins to curse it lilted scottish, your name thrown into the mix.

#suns.hc #johnny soap mctavish x reader #johnny mctavish x reader #soap x reader #soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #suns #ignore the following tags!!#i miss him hahaha oh my god ive always thought about how s/o-material johnny is in a way thats #diff from ghost and price and its bc i think johnnys the one i can have an actual emotional connection right away #and fuck yea i just. i miss him

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izanazqueen · 1 year

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.manjiro sano fem x reader

a/n: was hit with insomnia mixed with a little manjiro brainrot last night after staring at too many images of him before bed that brought the inspo for this piece. mikey is so precious i just had to get this out of my mind when it came up.*⋆.✩

warn: NSFW 18+mentions- use of pet names // intercorse // smut // public sex //

.boyfriend manjiro that you can visually tell is obviously pleased by seeing you squirt and cum on his dick in the bathroom of his favorite ramen restaurant after one of his officers meetings. your head spinning, in a tizzy you felt elated as he purred, 'baby, wanna hear you moan for me.' your heart lept feverishly at his words, ' 'jiro, ..ssh, not here!' shocked at his sudden boldness you murmured softly as you could despite attempting to in that moment not make any one aware of the lewd, wet noises that were coming from the stall where mikey was railing you thoroughly.

it was late one evening when you and your boyfriend and the other captains from toman decided to go celebrate with a few drinks ever since they won the most recent battle they'd fought and you figured that you would invite them out after their meeting ended because they all had really deserved to unwind and have a fun night. pretty much every member was excited to go to their favorite local food destination that they got to visit sometimes, and your bf manjiro was no exception.

you however were ecstatic, seeing as it had been the first time in weeks since you could go out on a date together thanks to how occupied he always was with being the boss of the most elite biker gang around lately but he feels you honestly do understand him. he makes you aware of all the things that go on with them and you know all of what he does to maintain his position which over the time that you've spent together you really learned what it means to be in a relationship with the fearless leader of the tokyo manji gang.

they decided to challenge each other to a drinking competition based off a game played with a regular deck of cards that you had recognized and been somewhat familiar with from your childhood. while the evening progressed, you noticed how all around you everyone was laughing more and getting tipsy from the copious amount of booze they were taking in from playing the adult rendition of the kids game.

about 45 minutes in you began to feel a little buzz from your overly sweetened cocktail you were idly nursing that mikey happily picked out for you when you arrived and it left a tingling feeling in your mouth making your lips pucker whenever you took a sip of it. after almost getting to the bottom, the drink was really beginning to mess with your vision so glancing up after who knows how long you found your blonde haired partner positively beaming with the biggest smile painted on his face looking over at you and it felt as if your body would melt away. if you were being completely honest mikey had a strange kind of twisted spell over your mind and definitely your body. he was your muse and couldn't allow yourself to ever find doubt in him.

when both of you were first introduced he was always nervous and so shy. in the beginning, if you came around the group he would be so fussy with every little thing down to the last detail wanting it to be perfect when you were with him. he would always make the cutest faces when ever you would catch him sometimes from a distance admiring you when he thought you wouldn't notice him. the first time you showed up after a small afternoon gathering for toman, he didn't have any clue who you were just that you were one of chifuyu's classmates that he would bring up sometimes in conversations once in a while to hint at a possible hookup between you two (and later you couldn't have thanked him enough♡)

leaning in, he crashed lightly with his clumsy drunken lips against your earlobe and you could hear he was breathless. 'need you baby, right now..' he pulsed into you intently as he was fixated, deeply inhaling your scent. you could feel his heat rising in a place from where he had discreetly placed your hand over his member that was madly aching under you beneath the table. his stiff grasp against your thigh tightened every time he saw you smile at one of his friends jokes and when you noticed it, you turned and saw the rosy flush that had spred over his cheeks from the few drinks he had. you thought about how his face was so sexy, filled with adoration for you that you'd cum on the spot. though the moment when he started pawing up your skirt and eyeing you hopefully, you knew that would get what you desired.

after you gave him a subtle nod to confirm, nothing could prepare you for the way he basically flew towards the bathrooms with you in hand to 'use' the restroom when you caught sight of the other captains all looking subtly amused, some shaking their heads as they saw your noticeably aroused lover urgently lead you away from the table to some where he could be alone with you, unable to contain himself any longer as you tried to kindly excuse yourselves.

he was so needy and simply couldnt wait to fill you up, knowing how his unit fit so well inside you as he shoved your pretty skirt on the petal pink dress you were wearing to the side and forced apart your ever wanting thighs while you waited there, begging him to penetrate you. he entered and as he did his ebony irises watched quietly making sure that he got up in you without hurting you but still deeply inside enough for him to hear you hum knowing how much you loved when he forced himself all the way in.

the cold steel on your back from the metal divider of the bathroom stall felt jarring against your skin startling your body in sharp comparison to the pleasure he was sending flowing through you. you'd wished that you could both be at home right now in an actual bed, where you could really ride and fuck him with passion. also because of the fact that it's his favorite position to see you in, naked on top of him pleasing yourself with his dick as he pumps up into you while he eagerly watches your display, completely mesmerized.

he bit his teeth down, sucking on the small exposed part of your chest from the dress you had on, leaving his personal love notes that were so tender it made you mewl in his praise. he saw as you tried holding your hand over your mouth and giggled at the combination of how cute you looked in that moment and the feeling of your fluids running down his shaft that was pulsing, preparing him for what he was looking to achieve to you all along.

his thrusts he was putting up in your cervix had you on the edge of tears and when he noticed how you were in ecstacy, mumbling his name he quipped into your ear, 'mm, s' good baby.. cum for me.' while pumping his cock without remorse until you felt like you were going to break 'ah,m-manjiro!' your small plea escaped as natural as the air you breathe. there was no stopping yourself as you called out the name of your beloved who'd give you anything you desired especially the climax you were chasing that you so craved.

the two of you had lost control at around the same time when you heard both draken and baji's voices as they came in the bathroom to take a leak. they were mid conversation as you attempted to hold his body close to yours, in vain to silence the filthy sounds leaving your bodies in the stall that you both resigned, since mikey refused to listen to your desperate hushes and kept burying his dick inside of you, bouncing in and out of your folds that were so wet from how gratifying he was.

'i love you babe♥︎.' he hummed on your ear smugly as he stared up at you with a small satisfied grin before snuggling his face in your neck, leaving your heart in a frenzy from how his soft skin felt touching on yours. his bulging tip found your sweet spot and it took all of your power not to yelp out in relief as you started to spill your juices all over his cock again as you heard him exclaim ' just like that for me, ..m' gonna cum too bab- '

the hushed faint laughter quickly exited the wash room area and you heard the door close behind them. 'heh, shit think they heard us?' he smiled at you while still chasing his release. 'no, duh manjiro you are always so loud.' you quirked at him. '..mm sorry darling.' he proudly almost sang, pulling you closely as he brought his lips, pressing them against yours while pushing his tongue inside and swirling it around tempting you to play with his too. if there was one thing, he could care less about what his crew mates opinion of him was cause they knew at the end of the day that he was the one that they answered to. in that moment you could have cared less either, you were focused on only him.

lifting you up by your hips, manjiro felt his body getting closer to his limit and at the point he was at he felt when his knees started to shake slightly as he fucked up in you with devotion. you'd felt your third release start to come on and he left you in sheer bliss from how good he was using his unit to work your insides. you could feel the tight knot around your abdomen begin to unwind and with such intensity that you started to sob, 'm-manjiro fuck, i love you!' as you came crazily again with charisma.

his onyx eyes started to sparkle at the sincerity and fondness in your words and how truly he felt you meant them for him and he began whining your name as he started to release, quickly pulling out his cock soaked with your juices before any of his could spill up inside. 'fuc-' he breathlessly spoke after a moment, unable to manage finishing his thought let alone get a single other word out. your body slowly regaining what was some form of consciousness, hoisted yourself up with what little strength had came back to you, as you affectionately made out lazily while you both tried to recover your energy.

you knew in that moment, that you loved manjiro sano more than any one or thing else and you would do absolutely anything for him, cause we all know that mikey gets what mikey wants, no matter what or when he wants it.

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curlycarrion · 3 months

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if you’re up for it, here’s a request! fem!reader can’t stop staring at her boyfie sanji after styling his hair (his film red hair to be exact) & he teases her for it, which leads them to flirt back & forth with each other 💗 i swear he just looks extra good with that hair style 😮‍💨

Fluffy hair

Reader: fem reader, use of the word beautiful

Warnings: None really, a little suggestive near the end but nothing bad at all

Wc: 969 (nice but wasn't planned)

A/n: Sorry this took so long! Real life me is a very awkward and shy person who has never flirted before so I was tryin to figure out how to write this 😅 My back was also hurtin crazy bad so I got distracted for a bit. Either way if it's written a little awkwardly or rushed that's why but I still hope you like it. Thank you for bein my first request! I really appreciate it 💛💛💛

The kitchen was quiet save for the sound of a knife as it meets the cutting board with each well practiced precise cut. The tea sat in front of you that had been lovingly made by the man before you cooling as it sits, forgotten. You eyes instead following the movement of your lover, contentedly watching as sets about his work. It was a sight you had seen many times and will, hopefully, see for many more. The movement of his fingers as they curl on the vegetables in front of him, the flex of his shoulders and the muscles in his back beneath his shirt with each diligent slice, the shifting of the fabric when he slides the freshly chopped and diced items into a nearby bowl. It really was a sight that you'd grown accustomed to and fond of. Though your usual act of watching the cook had been amplified by the change he had made that morning, his hair.

You had always loved his hair, how could you not? But the way he had decided to arrange the blond locks today had made it look even more appealing. It suited him. The more fluffy and slightly messy look to it was different from the usual more put together nature of it. It looked soft and welcoming, like you could run your fingers through it and rustle the strands without worry of messing it up too much.

A small knowing smile graced Sanji's face as he had his back turned to you. He was well aware that your eyes were on him. He always could feel when you had grace him with your gaze, even before the two of you had gotten together. While before the thought of you looking at him just as much as he did you sent his heart into a tizzy and the butterflies to swarm in his stomach now it just filled him with a soft sense of comfort that you were there with him.. though the fluttering in his heart never did fully cease no matter how much time has passed. It was just easier to manage knowing that you felt the same. Something he still couldn't fully wrap his mind around.

"See something you like beautiful? If you stare any longer your tea is going to go cold." He asks after letting the quiet of the room settle for long enough. Tilting his head to look at you sat on the table behind him with a smile. You blink out of your thoughts when the sound of his voice meets you. A sliver of embarrassment making itself known in your mind to be caught staring.

"I see plenty I like," you respond smoothly while shaking off the feeling "and if it gets too cold I can just have you warm it up for me." He smiles as he hears your response, cleaning his hands off on a rag and making his way over to you as you're sat.

"Why is it that I've seem to caught your attention so readily mon cœur?" He asks as he sets his gaze on you. Leaning a hand on the table next to the ceramic that sits in front of you.

"Isn't my attention already always on you?" The returned question causes a warm fluttering to fill his chest. A small chuckle leaving him while leaning a little closer.

"That isn't what I meant love."

"I know," You begin with a grin "it's your hair. The way you did it today looks nice." The answer makes him smile a little wider. He's always glad to know that you pay attention to whatever change he makes, that fact that you pay close attention to the little changes always filling him with a little more fondness with each word.

"My hair? What is it you like so much about it?" Taking advantage of the closer proximity you find yourself leaning forward a touch. One hand coming to his tie to pull him down a little as the other moves to his hair, teasing the strands between your fingers. Pleased with the way it feels against your skin.

"The way you've styled it today makes it look so soft and fluffy." The words are said in a softer tone, sweet in how the come to his ears. He can already feel himself falling into you when you'd lead him down so gently only to be met with a similar gentleness in your tone. Forming only a simple response after you'd spoken.

"Oh?" Seeing you were starting to affect him your smile grows a little more mischievous, leaning in closer, an inch away from him. So close yet not close enough.

"Mhm.. it looks so inviting, like it's begging for me to run my fingers through it." You start quietly while inching your fingers further up through his hair. Watching with delight as his breath hitches a little at the touch and you looks down to you with slightly wider eyes as you lean in closer to his ear. Purring out your next words.

"It'd be perfect to hold onto and tug when you taste your next meal." Sufficiently satisfied with the flustered state you'd brought out of him you press a quick kiss to his cheek. Standing up and giving an innocent look as you head to the door.

"Well I've got things to do, thanks for keeping me company darling~!" You practically skip out of the door as you call out to him over your shoulder in that candied honey tone. Seemingly not caring to have left him hunched dizzily over the table with steam coming out of his ears and a hand clutched to his nose. It seems it'll still be a while until he'll fully be over how much you affect him after all.

#black leg sanji x reader #one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece imagine #one piece sanji x reader #one piece x reader #op x reader #sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #sanji x you #writing requests 💛

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thunderc1an · 8 months

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Send help once I start drawing tizzy I can't stop

#oc #mlp oc #tizzy shy

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fox-and-the-hound · 3 months

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their ship dynamic

#mlp #my little pony #my little pony next gen #mlp next gen #Tizzy Shy #Morning Glory #mlp oc #my little pony oc

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peppermint-moss · 10 months

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first batch of artfight attacks! Character names + owners under the cut c:

commission info || ko-fi (tip jar)

Mist - @pixelpastry Cheese - taffycatto Tizzy Shy - @thunderc1an Otterfur - @arachnits 'design an oc' attack; Crème Brûlée - @sootslash Yura - verfault Rat King - @pulzerizedpeaches Petalflower - @claw-moon

(for those who didnt have a tumblr i put their artfight username and linked to another social media they have!)

#artfight #art fight #artfight 2023 #team werewolves #warrior cats #wc #warrior cat oc design #furry #anthro #digital #my art

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apocalypse-shuffle · 11 months

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ERIK STEVENS | KILLMONGER (the mcu)

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“Mirror Image” (Erik Stevens x Fem!Reader)

| Erik only just came to visit you last night; now you have some catching up to do.

| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, descriptions of the Reader-Insert’s naked body -chubby!reader/curvy!reader

| Gif source: Black Panther (2018)

| 2k+ words

Song lyric prompt #TWO:

I walk around the house butt-naked

And I stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior

(Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion)

You look at yourself in the mirror and dance a little. Booty popping as you move around.

There’s no music playing in the house outside of your own head, but you’re just really feeling yourself right now.

There was nothing of any note going on at the moment but after you’d used the bathroom you couldn’t help but pause as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

It’s been a while since things were calm enough for you to admire yourself in this way. Erik was busy a lot and his whirlwind life tended to throw your own into a tizzy, so to be able to take just a little time out of your day for something as simple as this felt nice.

Erik had legitimately kept you busy over the last year and half. He hadn’t been shy about his big plan, even if he’d sugar coated the hell out of the fact that his plan was to usurp his cousin for the throne of a hidden technological empire, so that meant when he disappeared you’d had to live with the extremely high possibility that he’d left you for good. You had never once in your life heard a man talk so much shit as him when he knocked on your door four months ago though.

And boy could Erik talk. Man could convince you your own Mama was your Auntie after you just watched yourself come out the womb, and it was because of that that you had nearly laughed him out of your house when he’d started really explaining. There was no way he thought he was going to make a clown out of you after you’d seen him do the same to other people before.

But then the gold necklace around his shoulders had turned into a whole power suit and your doubt hadn’t been feasible anymore.

You’d wanted to knock him when he ended up laughing at you instead. He still made fun of the bug eyed look you gave him. The only thing stopping you from doing just that, vibranium suit be damned, had been your own shift in thought.

All of a sudden without the worry of whether he was coming back or not, you were reminded of all the reasons you’d been more scared for Erik than you had longed for him.

During the duration of your relationship in college he’d never once been bad to you. Not like you knew he could be, the man was ruthlessly motivated on an easy day. But you couldn’t say with full confidence that you and Erik’s relationship had been good.

Certain facets of you and his personalities complimented each other and other facets kicked your asses frequently. There were multiple times in college that you’d left his dorm in a fit with barely any clothes on during the winter.

He would do or say some sly shit that would piss you off and then you wouldn’t talk for a week. You because you were stubborn as hell and Erik because he didn’t bend for nobody. And while you could see how your immaturity had put a strain on your relationship that didn’t mean the space between y’all was souly on you.

Erik was a mean son of a bitch even when he liked you and back then he seemed to make a game out of getting on your last nerve. Erik was also demanding, and you weren’t a dog. So every time you didn’t move mountains when he asked you to with half an explanation, you’d fight.

Erik has only gotten the chance to pull some crazy shit on you once and for good reason.

The second he hit you with a “Where the fuck you at?” you had just about left his ass entirely.

It was quite literally y’all having graduated the next day and then him leaving for his self proclaimed mission that had kept you from officially ending things.

So yeah, as all that came back to you you hadn’t exactly been jumping into his arms when he knocked on your apartment door. Over the time he was away you’d grown up. Shit, you didn’t even live in New York anymore. Couldn’t wait to leave it behind for something less chaotic once you earned your degree.

You’d gotten a well paying job, a condo, and Erik Stevens had slowly but surely faded to the back of your consciousness. That was until he knocked on your door that month and you’d gone from halfheartedly hoping he was okay to the man taking up every inch of your mind.

A half a year from then and here you were.

With his plan ruined but part of his goal still well into execution Erik had mellowed out significantly. He was by no means not still angry, which you got completely, and anger like his didn’t dissipate so much as it shifted anyway.

What you’d needed from Erik was for him to learn the source of that anger and repurpose it better than trying to take it out on you. And he’d been doing that too. All he asked from you was to try with him and to “Stop doing that uppity shit. When you mad at me, tell me so we can work through the problem.”

So the both of you had started working on your communication, and it was an uphill battle, but you weren’t losing.

Recently whenever Erik was relieved of his duties as Wakandan royalty and the Golden Jaguar he’d taken to visiting you for as long as he could. And that came with complimenting you about the most random shit whenever you were down. Your body being no exception.

As you think about Erik you turn and shake your ass, watching the way the mirror catches the bounce. You can’t help but giggle. Call it vain or whatever but damn you still had it.

You’re in an old t-shirt and shorts and you still couldn’t help but stare. So if that wasn’t having ‘IT’ you didn’t know what was.

Over the last few years you hadn’t exactly thought you were ugly, fuck all of that you’d been pretty good at keeping the self deprecation firmly in the past of your adolescence, but you hadn’t exactly thought you were the shit either.

Erik let it be known often enough how much he loved your figure. Your curves and soft rolls constantly caressed in his hands. And you didn’t think there was a damn thing on earth that could keep that fucker away from your stretch marks, he loved running his hands over the more raised lines and pressing his lips to them. So in that department you certainly weren’t lacking in reminders of how attractive you were. You just hadn’t consciously been thinking about it.

Until now that is.

You shift your body in the mirror some more, watching how the light casts shadows on your melanin; the dimples and dips in your chunky thighs. Fuck. You chuckle to yourself, no wonder your partner was always all up underneath you.

Just then some burning curiosity compels you and you start to undress. You showered earlier in the morning so you’re fully aware that if Erik catches you you won’t have much of a cover story that didn’t sound at least a little conceited, but you couldn’t muster the shame to give a fuck.

You’d just have to resolve yourself to the fact that his annoying ass might tease you.

But it was your body. If other people were allowed to admire it, you think after all the work you put in to cherish it, you should be able to admire it too.

Your clothes, underwear and all, land in a heap beside your feet on the floor and you take in the new view.

You remember a time in your life when the sight made you embarrassed and it makes you kind of giddy to see that quite the opposite is happening right now.

You’re fucking gorgeous.

Not everyone would agree (no duh) but that wasn’t any sweat off your back. As far as you were concerned they were missing out.

You stick your tongue out and snicker as you shake your ass facing forward in front of the mirror. You watch as the excess parts of your body jiggle and honestly if you could visibly blush you probably would be.

“You shaking all that for me?”

You scream, you hadn’t noticed Erik come into the hall, let alone stand to watch you take in the varying browns of your skin. You whip around a moment later, prepared to chew him out about sneaking up on you, but at the sheer intensity of the look he’s giving you y’all just end up staring at each other.

He’s in his work out clothes, you hadn’t gone with him to the gym today, opting instead to get some work done and try out a new recipe you found online and he’d clearly come back while you were…um… distracted.

You don’t have time to be embarrassed by him catching you, not that you would be if you did, due to the way his eyes are eating you up on the spot.

He licks his lips, eyebrows raising slightly.

“You gon answer me?”

You humph quietly, confused as to what he means before you remember what he’d initially asked and smirk.

“I wasn’t, no,” you give his glistening body a once over of your own. “But I can be.”

Erik’s eyes light up and your heart stutters.

“Oh? How do I make that happen?” He starts to move towards you.

You both lock eyes again and you sigh as you think of an answer, backing up more into the bathroom unconsciously.

“Hmm. You could go to that dance class I’ve been begging you to do with me?”

You watch as he makes a big show of thinking it over before shaking his head.

“Hard pass. I already told you once a month, and we went together last week. Give me something else so I can get my hands on you.”

Your tongue presses into a spot behind your teeth on the roof of your mouth as you glance behind him. His jaw ticks when he picks up on the action.

“Another plushie and a massage?”

His response is instant.

“You’ll get a massage regardless, but I’ll get you a damn stuffed animal.” He grins shark-like at you. “You finished playing now? Over here taunting me with all this.”

“Oh?” You mouth, head tilting as you watch him stand in the doorway. Your calves hit the tub softly and you shiver, tongue pressing into your tooth gap again. “All of what?”

His eyes travel back to your mouth.

There’s a chuckle, it sends anticipation racing through you as he shakes his head.

“You like torturing me don’t you?” The grin that stretches across your face at his words squashes whatever claim of innocence you might have tried. He scoffs. “I’ll get back at your ass for it though, don’t worry.”

He gestures to you as you continue giving him a confused look, loving teasing Erik like nothing else. Riling him up like this always led to something fun, whether it involved sex or not.

You raise your eyebrow,

“But I haven’t even done anything.”

Erik glances away, hand running over his mouth before he looks back at you.

“Don’t act slow. I don’t get to see you for weeks, and when I come home you look like this. What do you expect me to do when I find you practically eye-fucking your naked body in the mirror, huh?”

Your smile turns a little more manic at that. You kind of want to cackle.

“Awww, did I accidentally make someone hard?” You coo, his eye twitches.

What can you say? You’ve got a mean streak too.

“Yes, baby,” he licks his lips again as he watches the dark planes of your skin. “You’ve made me hard. Now what you gon do about it?”

You fight the urge to shrug, play blight to your own obvious affect on the other. Part of Erik’s life being so crazy that it often disrupted yours was that it left little time for you both to just be together. Romantically or casually, recently being with him was always a treat and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t craving Erik just as much as he was clearly craving you.

“I’m getting my plush right?”

He nods. “Promise baby.”

The smile that breaks across your face is unabashedly giddy and you can tell from the way his stance relaxes and how he rocks back on his heels that he knows he’s got you.

You move forward in a few quick strides and press yourself up against him, hands resting lightly on his abdomen. His chest is heaving as he stares at you.

“Then let me shake my ass for you.”

He’s on you in seconds, hands reaching for your ass and pressing your groins together, his lips crashing into yours.

You groan, allowing your own hands to explore his chest as you devour each other. You hadn’t realized how needy you were for his touch until you finally got it after so long of being too on edge for the next problem to make a move.

You break apart to breathe. A line of spit connects the two of you as you stare each other down. He slaps your left ass cheek, you feel the impact in your toes, and then he squeezes. You can’t help the startled whimper that pulls from you and Erik chuckles, breathy and low. He holds the flesh in his hand and jiggles your ass like that. You let out an airy moan as the movements spread your pussy lips apart.

“Fuck, I missed this ass,” he groans into your neck, clearly watching the skin ripple and the pink of the inside of your vagina that you know he’ll be able to just barely see at his angle.

He presses a kiss to your neck and you laugh, wrapping your hands around his waist to press him even closer to you. You roam your hands along Erik’s back and eventually to his own defined ass.

“Mmm, you only missed my ass?”

You can feel his grin spread across your skin.

“Nah, I missed some other things too,” his hand lets go and this time slaps your right cheek. You squeak a little.

He pecks you on the lips. “I miss how your body feels against mine like this. Too needy for me - for my dick - to worry ‘bout anything else.”

Your eyes flutter shut as you shiver, moan falling unbidden from you. You're so close that he feels the movement and his chuckle makes your insides melt even more.

“Mhm,” You whine.

“Mhm what?” He murmurs.

“Mhm, I’m needy.”

“Oh yeah?” His hands stay rubbing all over your curves and folds. “What you want me to do about that?”

“Fuck me, please,” you whisper.

The second the plea falls past your plush lips he bends down to pick you up with nothing more than a soft noise and then carries you to the bedroom. You don’t react outside of a small giggle. More than happy to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders.

He doesn’t let you go while he collects something from the bedside drawer and dumps it on the bed. Moments later you’re next as he lays you both on the mattress. You go to unwrap your limbs and he slaps your thigh with a shake of his head.

“Uh uh,” he grunts, laying your back against the cool sheets. He kisses you on the jaw. “I want you around me while I fuck into this pussy.”

You moan and he presses a kiss into your plump cheek next, beginning to rock the length of his hot dick against your equally needy pussy. The tip spreads your lips and you throw your head back at the stimulation it puts on your unfurling clit.

“Yeah, I want you in me,” you pant out.

“Fuck yes,” he moans, rutting increasing. “I missed you.”

He kisses you on the lips and kneads your stomach between his big hands.

“Missed all of this,” his sentence stutters on a moan and you whine.

“I missed you too.”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!

I’m not too confident about how I write Erik yet, so be gentle. I will take any feedback though.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it. this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

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