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soleilnomoon · 10 months

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hey miss kaia 😼 I wasn’t sure if I should message you or send it this way butttt I’d love a strawberry-mango mai tai (crocodile or shanks) w/ songs 12, 15, and 23 from the playlist 👩🏾‍💻

hiiiii bb 🥰️ ty for requesting! i am so so sorry this took so long, but it’s here at last. also this was my first time writing crocodile, so i was v excited and wrote more than necessary but lbr i’m a long-winded mfer ok, that’s just how it is there’s no cure unfortunately; anyway i like how it turned out and if i kept writing we’d be here forever ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

2.1k words (don’t look at me), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; fluff if you count him not choking her as fluff & smut (and angst that u didn’t ask for but i gave it to u bc i’m unwell like that 😊; feat. post-time skip crocodile in denial (he’s king of it clearly), reader who is (rightfully) in her feelings abt everything, smoking, established relationship, exes 2 lovers bc that’s my jam, a lil bit of miscommunication, crocodile is bad at emotions and reader is too emotional — they’re perfect for each other obvy — rough sex, is it considered knife play if he has a hook (asking 4 a friend), a lot of kissing (hello romance), probably other stuff but idr. crocodile comes w. his own damn warning tbqh. reader sippin that clown girl juice like a champ, i’m proud <3

(if u see spelling/grammar mistakes no u didn’t 💕)

it’s late at night when he arrives at your doorstep; you’re in the middle of flipping through a magazine, the ceiling fan silent and slow, the heat a little more than tolerable as you sip a cool drink. you have no intention of entertaining anyone, but when you recognize the heaviness behind the loud knocks, you make an exception.

of course, you do, there’s no other choice but to do so.

sir crocodile is a man that takes, and takes, and takes without remorse; there’s an insatiable greed — hunger, rather — that he can’t seem to satisfy. or maybe it’s that he’s been denying himself for years and it’s finally become too much for him. a small, quiet buzz infiltrates your body when you yank open the door. you half expect to find someone else there, so you stare openly, disbelief and shock holding you in place.

he peers down at you when you stand there and don’t bother to invite him inside. he knows his presence is probably more than you can handle, but he’s a selfish man and his time is very limited right now. with a subtle nod of his head, almost as if he’s telling — no, commanding — you to let him in; he’s always been like that, wordless commands that he expects to be followed without question.

if you had more sense, you’d slam the door in his face. but sadly, you don’t.

you try not to appear too affected, but as crocodile walks inside, dark eyes taking a sweeping glance around your modest living space, you suddenly remember how to speak.

“h-how did you find me?” your voice is much too soft and timid, something he clicks his tongue at, annoyance slightly bubbling underneath his skin. maybe it’s because he hasn’t seen you in so long, or maybe it’s because he’s much too taken by your beauty — something he tried to forget but was wholly unsuccessful.

he doesn’t spare you another glance as he hangs up his coat, doesn’t bother asking for permission before he rummages through the cabinets in your kitchen to pour himself a drink, and doesn’t think anything of his overly familiar actions in a home that doesn’t belong to him when he makes himself comfortable on one of the plush armchairs in the living room.

you scurry after him, steps soft and hurried, the smoke from his cigar wafting towards you the closer you get. he tilts his head back and exhales deeply, eyes closed as he blows smoke above him — a heady, intoxicating scent that triggers memories of the nights you spent with him before.

not that it matters, but crocodile’s nerves got the best of him before he arrived; he hasn’t seen you in two and a half years, and he always wondered if someone finally snatched you up. he told himself, a long time ago, that he would wreck whatever relationship you found yourself in anyway, but the uncertainty still lingered.

do you still care for him like you claimed you always would?

it’s a question he refuses to ask you because he’s convinced that the answer will ruin his plans no matter what your response is.

when you finally snap out of that momentary stupor, you stand in front of him, eyes glossy, as if you’re holding back years’ worth of tears. but somehow, you both fall back into the same routine you swore you’d never go back to — you straddle his lap, shorts riding up your plush thighs, his golden hook cold as he uses it to lift your chin up.

you remind yourself to keep focused, to not fall for his charm again. you don’t tell him that you’ve stayed single this whole time, mostly because everyone who came into your life after him didn’t compare.

“i hate the smell of smoke,” you declare boldly, voice strained, and maybe a little needy — even though you closely press yourself to him, even though you’re shamelessly rubbing yourself against him with slow, deliberate rolls of your hips. an inescapable, irritating heat passes through him, threatening to burn him alive; already his cock gets stiff when you move on him like that. if he had a bit more sense in him, he’d just leave right now.

but old habits die hard, and for some reason, your presence alone throws him off completely.

in a good way. even though he claims otherwise.

he reminds himself that he’s only here to talk as he runs his large hand along your thigh, admiring the smoothness of your skin — the sensation oddly calming to him. the feel of his rings along the back of your thigh triggers a vivid memory that makes you inhale sharply — you remember that the last time you saw him, you were on your knees and gagging on his cock. that night he fucked you like he knew he’d never see you again; you remember how you felt like melting into him every time he buried his cock deeply in your cunt.

you want to hate him all over and never think about him again.

except you can’t, can you?

there’s a brief pause before he takes another drag from his cigar; and when he lets the silence hang for longer than necessary, you find it hard to breathe.

“and i hate liars,” crocodile says finally, conveniently forgetting that he’s a notorious liar himself. you blush and turn your face at the hidden meaning behind his words — a poor attempt to deny it — but when you look back at him, he blows smoke above your head and fixes you with a pointed look.

an absurd thought occurs, making you curl your fingers as you tug on his shirt and finally question his reappearance. jealousy coils itself tightly around your legs, making your movements sluggish and ineffective. unbecoming, utterly childish, and unavoidable — but you know he won’t listen to that sort of rhetoric. not after being away from you for so long.

you lick your lips and muster enough courage to say, “i wrote to you.” several times, in fact. you figured he was either dead or didn’t want to speak to you. a part of him wants to ask if you’re serious, but from your demure demeanor, he already knows the answer.

crocodile lets out a humorless, pitying laugh.

“it must be nice to live in delusion,” he says bitterly. you look at him, confusion evident in the way you press your lips together as your brows slope down slowly — so he just sighs, defeated by your genuine naivety that he finds terribly charming. when he drags the curve of his golden hook along your jaw, your starts beating faster than necessary, the noise so loud you can barely think straight.

he knows that when he talks to you, he has to… mind how he phrases things, and while it annoys him, he does it anyway. “do you think impel down just allows former warlords the luxury of personal mail?” it’s a rhetorical question, but you shake your head no anyway, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you grab onto his shirt again.

guilt has a nasty habit of making him more considerate than he’d care to be, especially if that guilt comes from you. it has him putting out his cigar and tossing it onto the floor; he’s not sure who kisses who first, but his lips slant against yours and move with familiarity.

your soft whimpers are a honeyed, melodic experience; they wrap around him possessively, driving him to tear through your clothes with his hook, shredding the fabric into large, unusable pieces that languidly slide off your body. a flush settles on your skin, making you feel lightheaded — each kiss more electrifying than the last as he licks inside of your mouth, tongue stroking against yours hotly.

crocodile pulls away suddenly, already feeling like the control he’s kept is practically nonexistent because your mouth is much sweeter than he remembers. your fingers tremble slightly and a breathy moan tumbles out of you when he slaps your ass hard.

the impact is a surprise — one that has you whine pitifully, arousal dripping from your slit in a way that should be embarrassing, but you’re too far gone to care. a lust-induced haze circles around him, nearly clouding his vision as you unbutton his shirt, fingers roaming against his stomach, exploring the dips and grooves between his abs. your touch is much too gentle for a man like him; he knows you deserve better, but he’s too selfish to tell you that. his cock is stiff and heavy in his pants; you relieve that ache as soon as you tug his zipper down and wrap your soft hands around him.

he watches you, amused at your focus and determination when you stroke him faster; and while he’d like to take his time with you, he doesn’t have that luxury tonight. he grabs onto your wrist, halting your movements quickly before biting your lower lip and kissing you greedily; it’s all-consuming, scalding, and possessive.

you should ask him why he’s kissing you like that when he has no intention of staying, but you know it would be an unfair question given his circumstances.

still, your curiosity eats you alive, although not for long.

he lifts you with ease and you sink down onto his thick cock, pussy tight and warm. part of what kept him sane while he was in prison was thinking of you and how much he missed being with you like this — another truth he refuses to reveal, deciding to suffer through the consequences of another failed confession on his part.

you scratch at the skin on the back of his neck the moment he bucks his hips against yours, burying most of his cock inside of you. his thrusts are quick and brutal; you do your best to match his movements, moaning loudly as he wraps an arm around you. he kisses down the length of your neck, teeth grazing your skin roughly as he bites and sucks on your skin harshly. you know there’ll be bruises and marks in the morning, but you don’t care.

all you care about is enjoying this moment with him, one that you’ll commit to memory forever.

his name comes out of your mouth sweetly, like a rhythmic and lyrical poem you crafted for him specifically. he shouldn’t care about any of that, but he can’t stop himself; and maybe he’s just tired of denying it. he tells himself that when he fucks you harder, breasts bouncing and rubbing against his hard chest; he tells himself that when he angles his hips, thrusts frenzied and powerful.

sweat glides down your skin and the heat threatens to suffocate you, both of you are panting and moaning in between kisses. you doubt your poor little heart can take much more of this, but you power through anyway. and maybe it’s because you’re tugging on his hair roughly, almost impatiently, but he takes that as a challenge, holding you steady as his cock bullies into your wet cunt. between the lewd, squelching sounds coming from your pussy and the way he simply can’t stop kissing you — like there’s a thirst he can’t seem to quench, no matter how many times he fucks you — a warmth spreads through your chest.

unbeknownst to you, though, he’s going through something similar; he realizes, belatedly, that he might not be able to let you go after this. impossible thoughts pummel through his mind, ones that he desperately tries to shove aside. intimacy and vulnerability are deadly, in his opinion, but he decides to make an exception for you — and only you.

you cum unexpectedly, hips bucking against his wildly, pussy clenching around his thick girth without remorse. you actually feel your heart skip a beat, like you’re in some romance novel, when he calls out your name — his own orgasm finding him shortly after, thrusts slowing, his cum thick and hot as it spills inside of you.

your legs turn to jelly, making it impossible to move right away, so you slump against him weakly and take deep breaths to calm yourself. he closes his eyes briefly and runs his hand up and down your back; here’s another opportune moment to say something, to say anything, but he swallows back the words, instead opting to kiss your forehead softly.

“you’re an impossible man,” you say with a sigh, blinking as you look up at him; he raises a brow at that, but doesn’t offer a rebuttal. “don’t break my heart.” you jab a finger at his chest, but your features soften when he chuckles at your demand.

another long silence follows, before crocodile speaks again, voice low, but certain as he says, “alright, i won’t.”

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tavs-kin-korner · 10 months

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sURPRISE MOODBOARD WITH THEMES OF FORESTS FOR wIRT (oTGW) OF THE bOXS OF pLUSHIES sYSTEM!! }:D

hOPE YOU ENJOY! i TRIED TO MAKE IT KINDA OMINOUS, yET CALM AT THE SAME TIME, }:)

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#🌴🧤 anon #surprise me #fictive moodboard #moodboard #fictive request #fictive help #wirt fictive #over the garden wall fictive #wirt otgw #over the garden wall #fictive

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lewisvinga · 3 months

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prinsesse! | oscar piastri x royal! danish! fem! reader

summary; oscar met y/n while she was secretly visiting australia and since then, they have kept a private but not a secret relationship. the danish princess wasn’t known by the whole world until a certain danish junior driver recognizes her.

fc; lara cosima

warnings; none (?)

note; requested!

taglist; @namgification

masterlist !

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oscarpiastri: summer 🌴

username: SHES SO PRETTYY

username: will never get over how her account is private 💔

username: vacation osc 🧚‍♀️

yourusername: 🤍 liked by oscarpiastri

landonorris: you better come back with a tan

oscarpiastri: i can confirm i am now 2 shades tanner

username: i miss f1

username: oscar the best rookie

username: oscar being taken is my roman empire

username: seeing what drivers do on summer break is so entertaining 😭

frederikvestiofficial: wait, isn’t that the princess??

landonorris: the what

frederikvestiofficial: of denmark!

logansargeant: no that’s oscar’s girlfriend

logansargeant: wait a minute

oscarpiastri: yeah ?😀

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oscarpiastri: min prinsesse [my princess]

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: osc❤️‍🩹 jeg elsker dig🩵 [i love you]

oscarpiastri: i love you🧡

yourusername: far [dad] has been asking when you’re gonna join for dinner 🤔

oscarpiastri: tell him i’ll be back from england next week😌

username: OMG??

username: oscar in his prince era??!!! liked by yourusername !

landonorris: no way she’s been a princess this whole time…

oscarpiastri: i mean she wasn’t hiding it

landonorris: u let me act like a fool in front of a PRINCESS??😀😀

yourusername: ur funny tho don’t worry😁

logansargeant: why doesn’t america have a royal family , going to a ball would be sick asf 🥲

yourusername: bday invite coming soon to u , logan don’t worry🧚‍♀️

oscarpiastri: be prepared to learn a new type of dancing

username: oh she’s a beauty!😍

username: gosh she has such a princess fairy face, how’d oscar pull her

oscarpiastri: i’ve asked myself that everyday ever since she visited australia 5 years ago and willingly talked to me🥸

yourusername: if it wasn’t for my younger brothers i would’ve been to shy to talk to osc😅😅

username: tears i love them sm😩

frederikvestiofficial: sorry for exposing you😅😅

oscarpiastri: lol don’t worry about it, we weren’t even trying to keep it a secret

yourusername: don’t worry🤍❤️‍🩹

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 scenario #formula one scenarios #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #formula one social media au #oscar piastri smau #oscar piastri scenario #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader

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libraryofloveletters · 3 months

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congratulations on 8K Anj!! you deserve it so much, lots of love 💗 for the SMAU celebration, can I send a request for Mick Schumacher x press officer!reader at Merc? thank you!!

thank you so much babe!! <333 // all pictures are from pinterest and/or instagram.

more than..?

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mickschumacher: coolest caption ever

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usermerc: the best press officer tbh. ✨ iconic ✨

susie_wolff: so nice to see you again!!

↪️youruser: you too susie!! <3

lewishamilton: 🤍

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user44: y/n >>> the other press officers

↪️mickschumacher: I agree with that

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youruser: ringing in the birthday schumacher style ♥️

tagged: mickschumacher // location: mexico

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estebanocon: happy birthday y/n!! 🥳🩷

↪️youruser: thank you estie! ♥️

y/nxmick: DID THEY JUST FUCKING SOFT LAUNCH HARD LAUNCHHHHH

user16: HELLO WHAT??? SCHUMACHER STYLE????

mickschumacher: anything for you 🥰

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user14: did.. did mick really take her to mexico for her birthday ??? 🧐

↪️youruser: yes he did <3333

mercmick: it’s giving more than press officer

delulufangirl: THE LAST PIC??

#anj's 8k series #mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 instagram au #f1 smau #f1 social media au

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soaln · 2 months

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hiii, could i request a nsfw w zoro? male (bttm) reader being a bratty siren that joined the crew and holds a rivalry (w strong sexual tension wink wink) with zoro’s annoying and sarcastic ass

╰┈➤ ZORO

🌴 ;; nsfw,heavy make out,siren!male reader,fem aligned dni,male!bottom reader,OOC,shitty grammar.

Baby follow me into the water,,

• when you joined the crew,the crew [specially Luffy] was impressed by you. They already saw siren but not a male one.

•They founded on on a rock,singing. Your melody was your ability you hypnotize people by singing a sweet melody and you could transform yourself into an human cause it wasn’t comfortable to be on their ship with a fishtail.

• you were bratty sometimes specially with Zoro and you couldn’t get along with Zoro for some reason.

• The arguments were like his and Sanji’s fighting over stupid things. The crew didn’t thought much and go with it.

• but lately the fights[it can be verbal and physical] were starting to get a little heated,no it was literally sexual tension.

• you guys started an fight over nothing who ended both of you staring/glaring at the each other eyes with a tension that weighed heavily in the air.

• The first to notice was Nami,she saw how both of you were staring at each other with hungry eyes.[she decided to ignore it💀]

• Luffy stopped the ship at an new island and decided that you and Zoro are going to stay on the ship.

• ofc,you didn’t agree with that so did Zoro it wasn’t a great idea of you being alone on the ship.

"Could you stop being an ass" you said rolling eyes."huh? You should be talking to yourself" he responded sarcastic,making you glaring at him "not my fault if someone acts like a fucking brat." He said,you were offended and angry "hey ! I ain’t a brat" you shouted leaning your face into his you let few centimeters from his mouth.

You both were glaring at each other like it was a sort of competition. Your eyes soften up,but he stills look at you like some wild animal. The silence was killing both of you All that could be heard were your breaths,the sound of the waves.

He bent down to your face, the few centimeters that remained disappeared when he kissed you,you gasped between the kiss letting him to have access to your mouth. He pushed his tongue between your lips making you let some soft moan and he leaves a bruise on your lips.

he took your ass and thighs and lifted you up with his hands and then wrapped it around your waist. When he did this you put your legs around his waist and wrapped your hands around his neck.

The swordman pulled away,a string of saliva was connecting you to him. He went down to the crook of your neck leaving you some hickies. You felt warm and little fuzzy when he kissed your neck.

A tear runs down your cheek as you whimper his name.

and he took to his room and put you down on his bed as things went on and on

author notes,, "sorry I got fucking lazy and English isn’t my language so ermm…😭😭"

#one piece x male reader #zoro roronoa #zoro x reader #zoro x male reader #roronoa zoro #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece #x mâle reader #x male reader #bottom male reader #bttm male reader #uke male reader #male reader #soaln

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guiltyreverie · 5 months

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Hiya

Saw that you were looking for some request to help get you out of your block (I hate when that happens) so I was wondering if we could get a Zoro x F/GN reader with the prompt "Holding your hand under the guise of not getting lost in a crowd" The swordsman isn't as touchy as Luffy but I think he'd find a way to get that physical touch.

Thanks 🌴

Hey anon, thanks dear for the request 🫶🏻 I love this idea!! It has me all 🤭 giggling and kicking my feet. Also I hope you’re satisifed with this 🤍

Crappy Love Confessions

Pairing: Zoro x gn!reader

Tags: grumpy x sunshine, established relationship, Zoro thinks he’s being slick but you got him all figured out, slight insecurity/jealousy

Warnings: none, just fluff

Writing prompt: “Holding your hand under the guise of not getting lost in a crowd”

Summary: You arrive in a new town and you end up exploring it with your boyfriend by your side

A/N: I mostly wrote this in the middle of my lectures - I hope the person behind me had a blast reading this 😭 and ngl as much as I love grumpy men, they’re lowkey so hard to write (BUT I WELCOME THE CHALLENGE)

Word count: 1.5k

Loud chatter, salesmen shouting and advertising their products filled the air, the smell of various restaurants, children running about - the tunes of a new city filled your senses and you stare around in awe; almost every time it‘s the same deal and every single time you‘re still amazed by this feeling.

Luffy‘s hand met your back and finally pushed you off the boat. “Come on, y/n.“, he was drooling and you looked at him in amusement, “I smell meat!“ - he was already gone - a chuckle escaped your lips at the antics of your captain.

“Cutie-chan“, Sanji gasped dramatically and he grabbed your hands to check if you‘re alright, “are you-„

Zoro‘s grumble interrupted him and the both of them are about to butt heads again; you‘re ready to intervene and prevent the town from getting destroyed by these two but Nami was faster.

“Don‘t you guys have things to do.“, she pointedly stared at Sanji, since he was the one that needed supplies and ingredients for the next few weeks.

Sanji is about to make a flirty remark but stops himself when he sees Nami‘s glare, she pushes him off the deck and Zoro towards your direction, then proceeds to hum around about ‚not having too much fun‘ and your cheeks flush slightly; nonetheless you grin at her and shout back “no promises.“

Zoro looks at you, or well, more like scowls at you and if you didn‘t know any better you‘d think he was mad at you.

Your head tilts slightly to the right - inaudibly asking what‘s wrong.

“It‘s nothing“, he tenses up, and you can see something is bothering him in his eyes - now you could go about this in two ways, either you pester him and force him to tell you or you respect his boundaries and let it be.

You figured he‘d eventually tell you himself once he‘s comfortable enough and let it go, instead you focus on the rumbling town in front of you and smile and start walking, you knew Zoro would follow you either way so you don‘t bother calling out to him.

The both of you check out the shops, while you grab some utilities you also check out the snack vendors, all while Zoro is right behind you following every footstep and holding your bags for you on one arm and the other empty for, probably any worst case scenario he can imagine.

When you see a sword shop out of the corner of your eyes, you smile and turn towards him: “Do you want to check it out?“

He glances at you, then at the shop, he seems to contemplate it, overthink it even; you let out a sigh and step towards the shop: “Come on“, you nudge him, “it‘s at least worth checking out.“ and nudge him into the shop.

You stand beside him, observing him fondly while he checks everything out in deep concentration and gets anything he needs; when you’re ready to check out and leave the store you notice a small dagger - perfect to replace the one that broke recently.

You test out its feeling around your grip and its secureness and smile to yourself in satisfaction - you’ll get this one.

What you fail to notice is your boyfriend staring at you in admiration - for someone so kind you were deadly when threatened - in fact it’s the reason he was so drawn to you in the first place. All you needed was two little daggers and no one stood a chance against you, your bubbly self would disappear and it would almost seem like you had been replaced with the best assassin to walk the earth.

When you glance back at him satisfied with your choice, your breath halts for a moment; the way Zoro was looking at you right now? It almost made your face flush in embarrassment, his eyes were filled with endearment, admiration and something else you can’t pinpoint right now - he always had a hard time vocalizing his feelings for you but he didn’t have to, you always knew how much he cared for you without saying anything.

You clear your throat in an attempt to dissipate the butterflies in your stomach and smile at him: “You got everything?”

He keeps staring at you mesmerized: “yeah, i got everything I need.”, your face flushes slightly and the butterflies you tried to dissipate earlier come back, he didn’t mean just his sword supplies - not with the way he was staring at you.

“Alright.”, you nod and make your way to the cash register and pay up.

Zoro is already outside, leaning against the wall, while waiting for you, when you get out he promptly gets up and walks beside you, he seems to contemplate something, you were about to ask if there’s anything else he wants to check out when grasps your hand. Your face flushes when his large calloused hand wraps around your smaller softer one and you grin brightly - the warmth inside you only growing bigger and bigger.

He looks away, his voice slightly hoarser than before: “I can’t risk getting lost.”, you raise an eyebrow in amusement, his blushing ears clearly betraying his actual thoughts.

“Sure.”, you smirk clearly unconvinced by his reasoning.

Now the both of you walk together, your hands intertwined and you hum happily looking for your next destination.

The both of you walk around more until it’s late in the evening; your feet hurt from walking around all day and you decide to finally go back to the ship.

“Zoro”, you pout, the sting getting worse and worse.

He sighs slightly then proceeds to let go of your hand before he kneels down in front of you: “Hop on.”

The warm feeling in your chest, once again, consumes you - god you love him - you get on his back and wrap your arms around him while he grabs the back of your thighs and picks you up.

Fondly you kiss his cheek: “Thanks, dear.”

He ‘hmphs’ slightly and grumbles: “you’re too light, do you even eat?”

“Y’know I always finish Sanji’s food”, you grin, “you just lift abnormal weights.”

He tenses up slightly when you mention Sanji: “Don’t mention his name.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Sanji and him always fight but he usually didn’t react this badly at his name being mentioned; finally, it clicks in your head and you manage to connect the dots.

“Is this about this morning?”, you lean your head on his.

“I don’t like when he’s being close to you.”, he sighs.

You smile and hold him tighter: “I don’t care for him, in the same way I care for you. No amount of flirting from his side can change that.”

“It’s not that. I trust you, it’s just..”, he seems to gather his thoughts, trying to put them into words and you let him - he needs to realize just how important it is to let you in. His jaw tenses up and he clearly seems uncomfortable being vulnerable, even if it’s you he's talking to. “It just makes me think that I can never be as vocal as him; He doesn’t mind crappy love confessions or public affection.”

It takes you a few seconds to even process his words - was he insecure?

“Zoro”, you motion for him to let you go and you quickly step up before him, grasping his face, “I don’t want crappy love confessions or public affection or anything else, I want you.”

“Ok but what if me being me isn’t good enough at one point and you want to do better - you certainly can, if you want to.”, he looks at you, the uncertainty finally clear in his eyes and it pains you, leaves you wondering for how long he had been harboring such thoughts.

“No, fuck that, I don’t want better, because there is no better.”, you bite your lips slightly, “ for me? You’re the best pick, Zoro. I love you, the way you are and I want nothing more than for you to keep being yourself and it’s not going to change any time soon. You hear me?”, you hold his face once again and genuinely look at him, he needs to believe you, trust that you won’t leave him.

“I’m just being stupid, aren’t I?”, he smiles at you a little stunned.

You smile and shake your head: “No, not stupid. Human.”

He raises an eyebrow slightly at your choice of words but accepts it nonetheless. He kisses your forehead earnestly and once again kneels for you to get on his back.

You grin and hop on, hugging him tightly.

He clears his throat: “I love you, too, by the way.”, your grin brightens - and he says he isn’t the type for crappy love confessions.

Together you guys walk through the bustling town back to the ship, the warm sunset fitting the atmosphere inside your chest.

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moyokeansimblr · 9 months

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Caio Sunkissed Collection

I COME BEARING GIFTS! (and Moyo is drunk atm shhhh)

This is Caio's Sunkissed Collection, which I really hope nobody already converted, I couldn't find it if so. There's a whopping THIRTEEN items for you guys! Because it's summer and it's stupidly hot where I live and I saw the Barbie movie so I'm good at beach 😉

Because there's 13, it's all AF only for now. Everything has morphs except the yoke doesn't have preg morph because tbh I lost patience with it. Everything's compressorized and includes swatch. Everything is in one rar but in separate folders so feel free to delete anything you don't like.

❗ I should point out the straps on the swimsuits are wonky, they ended up like that during texture baking and I'm admittedly not comfortable enough with gimp to have edited the textures. So you get some off-the-shoulder moments I guess.

As with always I can't claim perfection, and with a set this size please do not hesitate to point out any issues you find to me!! I'll never be upset and am happy to fix issues! (Did I mention I've had alcohol idk why I feel like that's obvious...) (I forgot how I do my posts.......)

🌴🏖️ Caio Sunkissed Collection download on Patreon (FREE)

But please consider becoming a patron if you want to show me support or make requests! ❤️🙏 Any support is extremely appreciated and really helps me out!

Shoe credits: @platinumaspiration, @deedee-sims, @sanneke94

(Also because moyo's drunk pls tell her if she forgot anythingggggg)

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zurizex · 3 months

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could u pls do a clay smut??

Basically the reader was being a brat and clay teaches them a lesson :3

I’d be so happy if you wrote it ! ^^

❝ 𝓨OU'RE SO NEEDY! ❞

▐ clay behaving his bratty gf — nsfw

warnings. degradation, dom!clay, edging, mentions of overstimulation, size kink??, hair pulling, no use of y/n, cock warming

request. yes

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𝓒lay was a busy troll, always doing something no matter if he's in it or not. Though the man was always busy, he never have not made time for his girlfriend. Until today.

Clay didn't even have time to say good morning to his girlfriend before he left to finish his duties. And you were not having it. You understood why Clay was always busy. But not saying any sort of greeting to you in the morning was cruel.

You sat in bed, squirming as you awaited for your boyfriend to arrive back late. It was 10pm and he still wasn't around. He was probably making changes and notes with that Viva girl again, like always. Your blood boiled as you imagine Clay hanging around that life sucking troll. When Clay would arrive home, you were gonna pounce on him for you to have your way finally.

When you heard the door open, you didn't move a muscle. You would usually get up and hug your boyfriend for a while, but today was different. Clay called out for you. But you never responded. Clay opened the door to your shared bedroom to find you with your arms crossed on the bed. He could only raise an eyebrow at your attitude.

"What's up with you, honey?" He would ask. Only earning a scoff from you. Clay furrowed his eyebrows at this discovered attitude you had displayed to him.

"What's up is that you forgot to say 'Good morning.' " You sassily quipped back. Clay blinked a few times, rendering what you had said to him. He would lightly chuckle at your childish antics.

"Baby, I was in a hurry. Wasn't on purpose.." Clay smirked, crossing his arms. He found your grumpiness quite amusing as you didn't act like this often. You grumbled in response, not wanting to talk to him for any longer. Clay placed his clipboard on the desk before sitting in his office chair. He's spun it to face you still refusing to look at him.

"Come here.." Clay would motion his fingers, only earning a rolling eyes expression from you. His seductive face ran cold. He squinted his eyes at how frustrating you were being at the fact he was preparing to give you attention now.

"Baby...Don't be like that, hm?" He tried once more. You faced your head away from him and towards the wall. He couldn't handle it anymore. Clay scoffed, rising from his chair and walking towards you.

"Yeah, we're not doing this." He spat. Clay would pick you up from under your armpits to sling you over his shoulder. You yelped before lightly hitting his back, yelling to be put back down. He would sit back in his office chair, placing you in his lap. You could hear his pants unzip as he kept a firm grip on your side. You gulped as you felt his hard cock bump against your crotch, you hitched your breath.

Panties were being slipped off since that was all you were wearing underneath. A slick line from your pussy to your panties glistened in the dim lamp light. Clay lifted you up before slamming you right back down on his dick. A surprised gasp mixed moan escaped her lips as you felt all of him suddenly fill your hole. You hung your head low, ashamed at the sound that left your mouth.

"Since you wanted to be sooo rude. You're sitting here until I finish paperwork." He gripped the back of your hair to pull your ear next to his lips, groaning lowly. The need to move was desperate, you starting to grind your hips back and forth. Though Clay loved the feeling he would grip his hands on your hips to hold you in place. You whimpered lowly, desperately begging to be fucked as your pretty pussy sucked his cock in.

Clay grabbed his glasses case to open them. He would place the black colored glasses on his face as he started to pull out mountains of paper work to fill out. Your eyes widened as you started to wonder how you were gonna make it through this.

"Please, Clay..I'm sor—"

"Shh, i'm trying to finish work, hmm?" Clay shushed you. His right hand slithered down to softly graze your clit. The feeling hit, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure. Clay chuckled at this reaction as he barely had done anything major yet.

"God...The slut doesn't know how to act correctly." He spat. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, looking over your shoulder at his papers. His fingers gently circled your pink bud, whimpers leaving your lips constantly.

—

This was torture. It had only been 10 minutes and you have been close to cumming 2 times. The only thing stopping you was how Clay could easily read your body language before you were, forcing you to not fucking cum, he dared you.

After all the begging and pleading you did, Clay was also torturing himself as he wanted to move desperately. You could tell by the soft groans that he refused to let release from his mouth. The sticky sweat starting to stick you closer together, soft moans from you filling his ears, the feeling. He couldn't take it anymore. You know what, fuck it.

He yanked the glasses off his face and slammed them on the table. He grabbed your hips to lift you off of his dick. The empty feeling made you whimper before he grabbed a fist full of your hair and harshly pushed your face onto the desk. You couldn't choke a word out before he'd slam his dick back into your desperate hole, not giving you time to adjust before he repeatedly slammed himself into you rapidly.

He never let go of your hair, giving it soft yanks as he kept ramming into your needy pussy. Choked moans left your lips as you couldn't take the roughness of his thrusts.

"P-Please Cl-aayyy. Slow doowwnnn!" You sobbed desperately. Earning no sort of remorse whatsoever. He pulled your hair for your head to be close to his ear again, hearing his breathy groans clearer.

"Aww— fuucckk~ Can you not take it..Is it too big for you, slut?" Clay teased breathlessly. His words made you only whine as all the pain and pleasure mixed. You started to feel your pleasure edge closed to your breaking point. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes, your tongue sticking out mindlessly.

"G-gonna..C-cumm..." You somehow managed to let escape your voice, it being very breathy and chopped. Clay only pulled your hair harder, his grip tightened.

"Poor baby...You must be soo full..Come on, go a-aheeaadd.." Clay huskily whispered in your ear. The words caused you to snap, releasing your juices all over his veiny dick. An almost scream came out your mouth as you gripped the back of Clay's neck in pleasure. But he didn't stop in the slightest, he only went faster.

You tried to pry yourself off of Clay, only making him let go of your hair and grip your hips to stay in place. Filthy sounds filled the room as the sweet smell of sex filled both of their noses.

"N-Nooo, you gotta wait till I finishh. That's no fair, h-mmm.." Clay mocked in your ear. You only squirmed in his grip, feeling his cock starting to twitch. His pace grew faster as his groans grew louder.

"I-I'm gonna cum..You can take it, can't y-youuu.." Clay whined. He placed your head back on the desk, leaning above you. Clay almost crushed you as he kept thrusting into you like some sort of animal. You didn't receive another warning before he moaned loudly, his thrust growing sloppy.

Soon enough his sticky seed began to spill inside you. You both moaned and whimpered lewdly as Clay gripped your sides. It took you a minute for both of you to catch your breath, Clay's hips still against yours. He would only chuckle as he sat down in the office chair again, not letting you be lifted from his dick. You squirmed as you felt his warm seed not leaving you whatsoever, his dick plunged in your hole.

"I still have to finish my work, honey..."

an. AHHH ILY CLAY ILYILYILY

#trolls x reader #trolls x reader smut #trolls smut #clay x reader smut #clay smut #clay trolls #clay trolls smut #troll smut #trolls clay smut #smut #x reader smut #trolls band together x reader #trolls band together smut #brozone x reader #brozone x reader smut #brozone smut

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nonsensical-pixels · 7 months

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hello everyone! today i return with a request from @tete-sims. it is a 4t2 conversion of @irinaseverinka's palmyra kidsroom, found on tsr. there are 12 items in total that you can use to decorate your kids' rooms! 10 furniture items, and 2 wallpapers 💖 i was dumb and forgot to take previews of the wallpapers initially, so the preview included in the download is different. but rest assured, they're still included 😊

like all my previous big sets, this one comes with a readme and collection file for ease of usage. please note that severinka does not allow conversions to another game series.

DOWNLOAD: SFS | MF 🌴

credits go to @irinaseverinka for the original ts4 meshes & textures, they are lovely. and thanks for the permission to convert this, too 💗

Things to Note

all things in this section are directly from the readme

You may need MoveObjects to place the Double Bed Blanket and Pillows on top of the DoubleBed. The HouseSculpture is actually a 'rug', so your sims can walk into and through it. The High Cupboard and Low Cupboard both have slots for you to place things on! The latter is repositoried to the former and needs it for textures.

Items Included

Desk -> 606 polys, 2 swatches Desk Chair -> 790 polys, 6 swatches Double Bed -> 2132 polys, 1 swatch only Double Bed Blanket -> 2847 polys, 3 swatches Double Bed Pillows -> 720 polys, 2 swatches High Cupboard -> 372 polys, 2 swatches House Sculpture -> 184 polys, 1 swatch only Low Cupboard -> 308 polys, repo'd to the High Cupboard Poster -> 360 polys, 6 swatches Toy Basket -> 736 polys, 4 swatches Wall Leaves -> 7 swatches (originally just called 'Wall') Wall Rose -> 6 swatches

oh yeah, here is a 'better' image of the wallpapers (left is leaves, right is rose); they are 'seamless' textures so you need to put them down in order of number.

if there are any issues that you find with this set, please don't be afraid to let me know! happy simming, and when you download this, do keep in mind,

( @4t2ccdatabase )

#sims 2 download #the sims 2 cc #ts2cc #s2cc #sims 2 cc #the sims 2 #sims 2 #4t2 #4t2 conversion #4t2 buy #requests #sims 2 requests

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healingpuppys · 2 months

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Hallo!!! I was wondering if you could make a pink tropical stimboard if that's possible?/nf but if you do, do this request we would be very grateful!!! - 💌🌴

i hope you like it!!

pink tropical stimboard

🐚🌺🌴 | 🐚🌺🌴 | 🐚🌺🌴

☆ Requests: Open ☆

#age regression #pet regressor #petre blog #sfw agere #age regressor #pet regression #petre #animals #autistic stimming #stimboard #ocean stimboard #pink stim #tropical stimboard

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soleilnomoon · 10 months

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Hello! May I get some strawberries and possibly some mango with a mai tai (Kidd) and songs 3,4 and 16 from the playlist please! Thank you so much!

hihi ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ i love writing for kidd, he’s so ridiculous all day every day. ty for requesting & i hope you have fun reading 💛💕

1k words (it wasn’t my fault), gn reader (no pronouns), nsfw, 18+ mdni; fluff (it’s there somewhere) & smut; feat. kidd & reader in denial bc that’s how i live my life, a lil fwb except is that all there is~, alcohol, kidd being dumb & that’s how reader likes him (tbh me too), rough sex (does kidd even know the definition of gentle? no?), kitchen sex, choking, a lil bit of a hand job, idk no real warnings except eustass kidd deserves his own warning bc *motions to him* have u seen that man in action (if u see spelling errors/grammar mistakes no u didn't 💕)

it’s not goodbye, you remind yourself for the fourth time that night, throat suddenly dry at the thought. the ice in your cup melted a while ago, so you toss the watered-down drink onto the sand before standing up. when eustass kidd insisted on throwing a party, you didn’t think much of it; how quickly you forget that pirates are notorious for their theatrics and kidd isn’t immune to that behavior.

a large bonfire blazes in the middle of the beach, the air warm and sticky; you hate how humid it is and hate that you let the others talk you into drinking. now your hair is tied up, to keep its thickness away from your neck and face, as sweat glides down your skin. without looking back, you leave everyone behind and make the short trek back to your house. you’re determined to shower and call it a night; you doubt your presence will be missed that much.

after downing another shot of tequila, a frown works its way onto kidd’s lips as he stares at the empty shot glass in his hand. he’d meant to just have a few drinks, but he got roped into game after game by his crew mates and he lost track of time.

now you’re gone.

it’s a sobering enough thought that he shoves the glass into wire’s hand, not bothering to explain himself as he goes searching for you. he doesn’t like that you left the party early, and he doesn’t like that he’s a little bit miserable because you’re not with him right now.

it’s foolish to feel that way and equally foolish to want to do something about it. he knows that, but it’s not enough to make him turn back around.

when he finds your backdoor unlocked — a nasty habit that he can’t believe you refuse to correct — a small wave of irritation surrounds him. you didn’t bother locking the door because you knew he’d eventually make his way over — you assumed it would be much later, but kidd is always unpredictable.

and because he’s incapable of stealth when he’s annoyed, you hear him rummaging through your kitchen. you stand in the doorway, hands on your hips as you watch him eat several pastries in a row.

the man’s stomach is an abyss, you’re quite sure of it now.

“there are plates, y’know,” you say lightly, a teasing smile sliding onto your face with ease, “and napkins too.” since it’s obvious kidd has no home training whatsoever. he doesn’t see what the fuss is, but he knows it drives you crazy when he does that — which is possibly why he keeps doing it.

“didn’t feel like using them.”

his answer should annoy you, but it doesn’t; if anything, it just makes you smile again, a little sadly this time. it doesn’t go unnoticed by kidd, however, who narrows his eyes at you.

“why do you keep leaving that door unlocked?”

you blink a few times, confusion briefly taking hold of you before you realize he’s serious. “you ask me that all the time,” you counter and walk over to him, voice airy as you decidedly stuff the rest of your complicated feelings for him into a tiny box. “and what do i always say?” you place your hands on his chest — soft and gentle, which only annoys him even more.

because you like to do that — touch him like you care, like you enjoy his presence. his mind likes to play tricks on him, so he refuses to believe it; except it’s hard to tell the truth from fiction when he leans down to kiss you. all those pesky, bothersome thoughts coast to the back of his mind when you lick a bit of powdered sugar from his lips.

when he kisses you again, a different kind of heat passes through you, making you press closer, practically melting against him when his tongue caresses yours. it’s in between sloppy tongue kisses that he asks you to come with him — the decision is rash, and he hasn’t thought it through all the way, but the idea of you staying behind only pisses him off.

your heart beats a little too loudly at the prospect of leaving home and going off with him, but your answer is lodged in your throat, unable to come out no matter how badly you want to tell him yes.

he knows how deep your stubbornness goes, so naturally he’s just going to have to help you make the right decision. when he hoists you onto the counter, you unzip his pants with hurried movements and kidd groans softly as you start stroking him. you like the luxury of having your own place, but you know you’ll be lonely when kidd leaves — more unpleasant feelings that you can’t seem to keep hidden.

you wrap your legs around him as he inches his cock inside of you — slowly, at first, before he pulls back and snaps his hips forward, thrusting roughly. your lips are on his again, fingers sifting through his hair as he fucks you harder.

“come with me,” he insists again and again, you shake your head and keep your lips pressed together because you know you’re so close to saying otherwise. he clicks his tongue and he grabs your throat so you can look at him. “why?”

you wish he’d let this go — but a small, much more selfish part of you is glad he’s pressing the issue. “because…” you gasp and moan when he squeezes your neck as he gives you short, brutal strokes. kidd’s stamina is unrivaled; he fucks you like he’s trying to break the counter, nearly forgetting himself and his brute strength. he eases up a bit and releases his hold, but you’re panting when you speak again.

“w-what if you get tired of me?” your voice is quiet, but he hears you perfectly clear.

kidd rolls his eyes before tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. “is that all?” a ridiculous fear, but he can’t really judge you, now, can he? kidd fixes you with a pointed look, one that says be serious. he almost admits that he could never be tired of you, not even if he tried.

you want to tell him that you’re being very serious, but don’t get the chance as his cock hits a spot that has you babbling incoherently at him. kidd laughs out loud because knows what your answer really is; he’s just going to keep fucking you until you can say it with conviction.

#fic request #🔆💕🌴 feels like summer event 🥭💕🔆#milestone event #1.3k followers mini event #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece fluff #one piece smut #eustass kidd x reader #eustass kidd x y/n #eustass kidd fluff #eustass kidd smut #kidd x reader #kidd x y/n #‘i can change him’ 🥴#yea right!!!!

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tavs-kin-korner · 11 months

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hello, cna i get suprise request for wirt from otgw(over the garden wall)? take your time!

- 🌴🧤 wirt - boxs full of plushies system

sURE THING! }:D

#fictive request #request accepted #🌴🧤 anon

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allysunny · 4 months

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Can you do little stories and scenarios of Bruce and a female reader. Her and Bruce have been together since birth, living in the Wayne manor (both of them had their parents unalived at the opera… yk how that goes). She’s this girl who’s constantly annoyed with Bruce 🙄 and Bruce is head over heels for her and would literally do anything and die for her in a heartbeat. She would too, it would just take a little more effort for her to be okay with dying for him🙄. (This is going to get very specific, hold on) They’ve been hooking up for years and Bruce always wants something more but the reader is always like 🙄🥱 “no Bruce”. Anyway, PLEASE WORK YOUR MAGIC🙏🙏 SO SPECIFIC I KNOW LMFAOOOO BUT PLEASE I HOPE YOU SEE THE VISION I HAVE ❤️🖤🙏🙌✨♾️💍🥹🌳🌴🎉

Secretive Stares | Bale!Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Words: 2.7k words

Warnings: Suggestive themes, implied friends with benefits, Bruce Wayne is one whipped guy, mentions of period and period pains, sort of angst? If you squint, really. If I let something out, please let me know!

A/N: Hey everyone! Happy New Year, first and foremost! I hope your holidays have been pleasant and you guys have had an amazing time!!

So, I just wanted to start by saying that I did not see the vision. I'm so, so, sorry. This was a very fun request, but I clearly did not see your vision, or I'd have written more, and something better. These type of relationships are not really my cup of tea, but I tried my best to step out of my comfort zone and give you what you deserved! I apologize if it did not live up to your expectations. I really did try my best and I hope you appreciate it!

Second of all, I'd just like to remind everyone that my requests are now open! I write for Bale!Bruce (duh), Nanami Kento and Miguel O'Hara. Hopefully in the future I'll be able to write other characters.

That's it! Again, thank you so much for the request, and I really hope you enjoy it!

You grew up with Bruce Wayne, which meant your childhood was anything but normal.

Mostly because not all kids grew up with the title of Gotham’s Prince and Princess. Most kids are normal, spending their time in classes, running around, completely carefree.

But not you two. You couldn’t afford to be careless and carefree. Having your parents shot that night at the opera made you two grow up quite quickly and become little adults rather than children. Alfred loved you both and your personalities of course, and he encouraged you to seek out the childhood he thought you deserved. In between classes and lessons from private tutors, he would try to get you to play outside, to create your own worlds and have fun. All he wanted was for the children he would raise as his own to be happy and unburdened.

And to be fair, he did achieve that, somehow.

You two grew up to be as thick as thieves, two birds of a feather. Wherever you were, Bruce was quick to follow, feeling more comfortable in your company. Alfred would try to convince him to spend some time on his own and make his own friends, but to no avail. He could see Bruce had a little schoolboy crush on you, and it always made him chuckle.

You didn’t seem to reciprocate his feelings (but to be fair, you were quite young to know what those were), but always treated him like a close friend.

While you two attended Princeton, everyone was far too scared to treat Bruce like a real person. They’d treat you normally – after all, you integrated so well in the student life, making friends and picking up hobbies and clubs like it was no big deal. Even if it was something quiet and calm like the journalism club, you were always surrounded by people (who may or may not be as quiet as you).

Bruce, however, was alone most of the time. He tried making friends, truly, but it was hard. He couldn’t find someone he trusted as much as you, so he found himself having lunch by himself or studying alone at his dorm. People would treat him like he was made of glass, too nervous to call out any mistakes he might’ve made or even ask for help. But not you – you saw right through him and never felt the need to coddle him like everyone else.

“Can you please just focus?” You mumbled, pointing to the notebook in front of you. You had been trying to explain your Literature assignment to him, but he not only did not feel like it, but was also too distracted by you. Had you always looked this pretty? Clearly, but you seemed to radiate with something Bruce couldn’t quite pinpoint. Perhaps it was the frustration of not being able to teach him that made your eyes sparkle a bit more.

“Bruce, I swear to Gotham that if you do not listen to me, I’ll –“

“How about we stop for today, huh?” he asked, taking the pencil you were holding from your hands and putting it aside. “I think we’ve studied hard enough. We deserve some rest.”

“Yeah, I have been studying hard. You’ve been distracted the whole time and haven’t even thought about the topic for your essay. Seriously Bruce, how you’re a top student, I’ll never know.” You huffed. “The answer to your question is no, by the way.” You leaned over to get the pencil from him and shook your head. Now, where were we?"

Bruce just groaned and silently went back to work. He got an A+ on that assignment.

He’s always tried to be your knight in shining armour, no matter how many times you’ve told him you can handle yourself just fine. Any minor inconvenience will set his “Batman mode” off, and he’ll just feel the need to help you. There’s a spider in the kitchen? Worry not, Bruce Wayne is taking care of it (even though you had just rushed into his office to grab a sheet of paper so you could safely place it outside). Your car’s oil needs changing? Don’t panic, Bruce is doing the changing himself (even though you already had an appointment with the mechanic and knew what the problem was). The door to the guest room you usually stay in is locked? No big deal, because Bruce is going to do his best to jam it open (even if you were already doing it with a pair of bobby pins).

It annoys you to hell and back whenever Bruce tries to do things for you. You like his gestures, sure, when they don’t implicate you’re either a baby or unable to complete the simplest of tasks.

But Bruce would do anything for you. Literally everyone in Gotham knows that. He will drive to your apartment at 3am to deliver a tin of cookies and some sodas in case you were feeling down, would take you all the way to Paris in one afternoon just because you mentioned how pretty the Eiffel Tower must be as the sun sets, bought an entire chain of restaurants simply because the one you wanted to go to was full. He was completely whipped. If you asked him to take a bullet for you, he’d do it in a heartbeat. He would lay his life before you if it meant you would be happy.

You reciprocated. Sometimes, and not as easily as him. But still, it was something. Your comments were rather ambiguous. Sometimes you’d tell him straight up, others you’d weave the little mind games that he so much loved to play into.

One time, you were lying on your bed, internally dying as your period got the best of you. You were curled up with a bunch of blankets, waiting for your painkillers to have its intended effect, when you heard the door of your apartment being open. Bruce and Alfred were the only ones with a spare key, and you doubted the butler would want anything from you right now.

There was a gentle knock on your door. Not any kind of knock, his knock. Your secret knock from when the two of you were children had stood the test of time, and he still used it after all these years.

You were far too exhausted to see him. Your whole body was screaming out in pain, and you didn’t really feel like talking to your childhood best friend. No, all you wanted to do was cry your eyes out while your uterus did whatever the hell it did.

“Go away!” you yelled, rolling on your bed, and pressing your hands against your stomach, in an attempt to soothe the pain.

“Is everything okay in there?” Bruce sounded concerned, and part of you felt bad for wanting him to go away – after all, he came all the way over to your place just to check on you. Pressing the heels of your hands against your eyes, you groaned out, “Just leave! I’ll be fine, just go away!”

Ignoring your command, Bruce slowly opened the door to your bedroom, head peeking inside.

“I told you to go away!” You yelled, throwing a pillow in his direction, and failing miserably.

“Yes, and I decided to ignore you. I brought you something.” He walked inside, taking the time to pick the pillow up and place it next to you, before handing you the plastic bag he was holding.

Reluctantly, you peered inside, and your eyes widened.

Your favourite snacks. All of them, inside this small plastic bag. Bruce knew you better than you knew yourself and had gotten you everything you loved to munch on when you were feeling down, as well as a few of your favourite beverages.

“How – how did you?” you stuttered.

“Lucky guess. I thought either heartbreak or period, and there was a high chance it was either of them, so I stopped by the supermarket. Was I correct?”

You were already halfway through your favourite chocolate bar, nodding at him. “The latter.”

Bruce grimaced and sat at the end of your bed, looking at you.

You tried not to look at him, into those pretty brown eyes of his.

“You’re whipped, Bruce Wayne. This is something only a creep would do. I don’t show up and you come over with sweets?” you chuckle, before finally meeting his gaze. After a while you looked at the bag in front of you. It had been a very sweet gesture. And no matter how “whipped” he might seem, he’d pretty much just saved you from a day of moping around in endless pain and discomfort. “Thanks,” you said quietly. “I really appreciate these.”

Bruce only nodded and stood up.

“Where are you going?” you asked, finishing your chocolate bar.

“I don’t want to prolong my stay more than what’s necessary. Don’t want to annoy you too bad today.”

You bit the inside of your cheek and shrugged, looking at your sheets.

“If you want to, you can stay.”

“Really?”

You shrugged again.

“Eating all of this will probably make me super sick. I need someone to clean up my vomit.”

He chuckled, nodded, and sat back down.

In reality, you just wanted his company.

Whenever you’re lazing around in the Manor, you often find yourself putting on some of Bruce’s clothes. His hoodies, which are way comfier than yours and reach your knees, his dress shirts when it’s warmer outside, even his favourite slippers. You reason with him that “everything that’s his is ten times more comfortable”. At first, he tried to fight you and banter back tenfold, but after a while, he just gave up. You did look great in his clothes. Bruce found himself catching glimpses of your bare legs or your thighs peeking out of his shirts, and wished you’d walk around like this more often.

In fact, he wished you’d stay forever. After all, whatever is his, was yours. He’d told you that plenty of times before. You, however, had brushed him off plenty of times, but clearly not enough to deter him.

You’d been hooking up for years now.

It had started out one cozy November night. You’d been watching a movie on his huge TV screen, sitting side by side, keeping a respectful distance from each other. Suddenly, it got far too cold for that, so you fetched a blanket and laid it on top of the two of you. And next thing you knew, you were on top of his bed, hands tangled up in his dark locks of hair as he pressed kisses down your body.

The next morning, Bruce had held you close to his chest, relishing on how perfectly your body slotted against his. His hands were tracing patterns on the skin of your arms. His mind was going a thousand miles. Finally, he had you. Finally, you were his. He couldn’t resist placing kisses on your shoulder, and you stirred awake.

“Good morning,” he mumbled against your skin.

It took a while for you to respond. You yawned a few times, before looking around his bedroom. Your gaze settled on him, and your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. Last night’s events came to you. Oh. Right.

“Morning,” you replied, yawning right after. Slowly, you untangled yourself from his grip, and sat up, looking around for your clothes, or at least something you could cover yourself with. You found his shirt on the floor, and quickly leaned over to get it and put it on.

“How are you feeling?” Bruce asked, using his arm to prop his head up.

“Fine. You?” you replied, brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

“I couldn’t be better.”

You offered him a small smile and stood up, looking for your clothes, or a pair of pants.

“What’s the hurry?” he asked once again, brows furrowing. Were you leaving?

“I’m getting something to eat. I’m starving, Bruce.” Chuckling, you found your pants and put them on as well. Bruce sat up on his bed and his eyes roamed over your figure, now hidden by clothes. He’d liked the view much better when you were bare before him.

“Aren’t we going to talk?”

You stopped, turning to him.

“Talk?”

“Yeah. About last night. About us.”

You let out a small chuckle.

When you looked at him, you found Bruce looking at you with a serious expression.

Oh.

“Wait. You’re – you’re serious about this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s not like I’ve ever hid how I felt about you. But you’ve never told me how you felt.”

You stood there, staring at him. You didn’t know what to say. And what could you? Bruce was a good friend. Your closest friend, ever since the two of you were children. And there was no denying it, he was extremely good-looking, and last night you’d been attracted to him. Who wouldn’t? But you didn’t like him. At least not like that.

It was Bruce. He was your friend. The guy you tutored back in your Princeton days, who couldn’t concentrate on his homework for more than five minutes and somehow got stellar grades. Who pretended to be an eccentric billionaire for the sake of Gotham (or so he said).

“I’m sorry Bruce, I – I don’t feel that way about you.” The words came out, firm and strong. You had no doubts on your mind about how you felt. “I’m sorry if last night led you to believe otherwise.”

He stared at you, and it was like he could feel the pieces of his heart breaking bit by bit.

“But hey – we’re still friends. Right? You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Nothing needs to change.” You offered him a smile and he tried to give you one back, but it didn’t really reach his eyes.

“Sure. Nothing needs to change.”

You two thought that’d be the end of it, but it wasn’t.

For years, you slept together, tearing each other’s clothes at night, and awkwardly scrambling for them the next morning. You saw it as mere lust and physical attraction. You two were good friends who occasionally slept together. It was good. It felt good. But that was it.

Bruce, on the other hand, saw things differently. He thought it meant he had a chance. He thought that every time you decided to sleep with him, it meant you were one step closer to falling for him, to admitting how you felt.

Every morning he woke up with you in his arms, he’d try his luck. Brushing his fingers on your skin, ghosting his lips over the love marks and bites he’d left the night prior, he’d whisper to you.

“Would it be so bad for us to be together?” He’d sense you tensing under him, and then you were sighing and breaking free from his hold. He’d chastise himself mentally for scaring you away again, and that’s when you replied. You always gave him the same reply, looking him dead in the eye. “No, Bruce.”

And Bruce would lie back down as you hurried to get dressed and grab something to eat. His mind told him it was a terrible idea to keep sleeping with you, to allow you to toy with him like this when you had no feelings for him at all.

And although Bruce Wayne was always a very logical man, when it came to you, he was irrational, and always listened to his heart.

And his heart told him that someday, somehow, someway, you’d see the light. Someday, you’d finally understand how much emotion and love his kisses and caresses conveyed. Someday, you would listen to the unspoken words that hung in the air whenever he dropped to capture your lips with his own.

And even if you didn’t, he convinced himself that he was okay with it all, if only it meant he got to wake up next to you.

A/N: And that's it! I hope you guys liked it! It's not my best work I would say, but I gave it my all, as always! I hope you all have a wonderful day ahead!

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ultimate wag | alex albon & lily muni he x fem! reader

summary; alex and lily soft launching their relationship with y/n but everyone keeps assuming they’re friends, so y/n takes matters into her own hands to hard launch

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; suggestive comments

taglist; @namgification

notes; requested! ALEX AND LILY ARE MY SHITTT, i am actually so in love w them both , they’re soooo🤭

masterlist !

liked by yourusername, alex_albon, and others

lilymhe: thailand 🌴⛱️🌊🛥️🇹🇭❤️

tagged; yourusername, alex_albon

yourusername: got a sunburn 😞 but 100% wanna go back😩

lilymhe: i got aloe vera gel i got u pretty girl

username: ALEXLSKD

username: her friendship w y/n is so cute! and i love how alex is close w her too!!

username: couples trip ft y/n😭

alex_albon: cool

lilymhe: u were the least cool out of all of us

alex_albon: wah wah

yourusername: she’s right you were

carmenmmundt: i miss you girlies!! we need to link up soon !

lilymhe: YES i’ve miss you too😢

yourusername: girls trip this time?😁

georgerussell63: not you guys keeping the bad bitches out

alex_albon: how rude!

liked by lilymhe, yourusername, and others

alex_albon: recharging 🔋

tagged; yourusername, lilymhe

yourusername: lils was thinkin’ hard

alex_albon: thinking hard or hardly thinking

lilymhe: you both know what i was thinking about 😼

yourusername: oh!

alex_albon: there are children (logan) here, lily!

logansargeant: oh! 2x

username: idk yall i’m not feeling the 2nd picture

username: the way y/n is holding onto alex and lily???? seems more than friendship to me😭

username: nah she’s always been cuddly, that’s how she is i think

landonorris: did you fall

alex_albon: wtf no

yourusername: liar! i have a video of it!

landonorris: SHAREEE

username: alex and his gf and his gf’s gf

username: lily is stronger than me bc if my friend was holding my bf’s face like that, we wouldn’t be friends anymore

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[caption 1; happy birthday, pretty girl💗💗] [caption 2; too tired to walk in her heels😴 ( told her to not wear the ysl heels bc we were going to walk a long distance 🙄 )]

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