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bby-deerling · 10 days

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I’m on my period rn and I’m hurting real bad… my back hurts so much 🥲

If it isn’t too much to ask, can I request comforting hcs for law, sanji, ace and corazon? 😭 thank you so much I love love your work

i replaced rosi with zoroooo because i am also on my period rn and he's my pookie

comforting you when you're on your period

ft. zoro, law, sanji, ace

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zoro

he's used to his bones and muscles aching from training, and knows all the right ways to massage you. he knows he can't quite make the cramps go away, but he tries his best to minimize your pain so you can be as comfortable as possible.

when he notices you wincing in pain, he doesn't hesitate to grab a hot compress and give it to you. even if he's super sore, he doesn't mind going without as long as the warmth helps make you feel better; besides, he figures that him having to deal with the pain is a test of strength in it of itself, so it's a win-win for him.

sanji

he helps you in the best way he can—with food. sanji pulls out all the stops making warm soups, comfort foods, and guilty pleasures for you. if you want it, he'll make it, with extra love and care.

however, sometimes he can get a bit too carried away in the kitchen; if you tell him you'd rather spend some time alone with him in bed, he'll drop everything to curl up next to you, rubbing soothing circles into your scalp as you bury your head in his chest.

ace

he literally uses his body as a heater to make you feel better, running his hands across your stomach to ease your cramps. he also begs thatch to make extra goodies for the two of you to share together!

if you're feeling moody or down, he uses his sunny disposition to cheer you up, cracking jokes and teasing you lightheartedly until you perk back up to your usual self. he knows you can't help the way you feel a little down, and takes it upon himself to turn your sour mood back into something brighter and more energetic.

law

he makes sure you stay hydrated and gives you plenty of medicine to help deal with the pain of your cramps, but he also isn't afraid to use the occasion as an excuse to snuggle with you. law is secretly very physically affectionate behind closed doors, and if you're feeling down, he'll set aside whatever he's doing to just hold you for a while.

if you end up drifting off to sleep, he might teleport one of his books into bed with him to read a bit, but once you're awake, the attention is back on you. sometimes some quiet time with someone you love is the best medicine one can ask for, and law has that base covered in spades.

#one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #zoro x reader #law x reader #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #zoro x you #law x you #sanji x you #one piece fanfiction #one piece headcanons

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euphemiaamillais · 4 months

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imagining worshipping coryo the way he deserves to be worshipped. he just comes home from a long day and you’re on your knees for him, ready to just take his cock into your mouth

mdni | worshipping coryo

oh especially president!coryo. he’s had a rough day at work, fed up with stupid senators and the constant threat of the districts rebelling. when he comes home, he’s angry, his hands are balled into fists, but he can’t help but smile when he sees you on your knees, waiting and eager.

‘i’ve waited all day,’ you pout, crawling towards him.

he groans at the sight of you in his favourite lingerie, the one that’s a deep red and made of the finest lace from district 8. your breasts are practically spilling out of the bra, and he feels himself harden at just the mere sight of you, all ready for him.

‘yeah? just can’t wait to please me?’ he asks, stroking your chin with his cold fingers.

‘mhm, i’ve missed you so much, coryo,’ you paw your way up his thighs, clutching at him.

you rub your cheek against the leg of his pants, and gaze up at him, wide-eyed, in awe that you belong to him. he pats your head, admiring your dedication, the way you kiss the fucking ground he walks on. it’s what he deserves, after all. he’s the fucking president of panem. everybody should grovel beneath him. at least if nobody else does, he can rest assured that you always will.

‘i’m so wet for you, coryo,’ you moan, head now pressed against the outline of his bulge in his pants. ‘i wanna suck your dick so bad.’

your eyes are brimming with tears, and there’s a noticeable whimper in your voice. god, are you crying? he can’t believe you want him that bad. your hands fiddle with his belt, and then his zipper, pulling his pants down as swift you can without creasing them. if you did ruin them, he’d have been pissed.

when you tug his boxers down, a steady stream of saliva trickles out the corner of your lips. knowing he’s not in the mood to be gentle, you merely open your mouth, ready to receive.

he buries himself right in, groaning as his cock hits the back of your throat. the first time he’d made you suck him off, you were still a virgin, and you’d cried so hard and made such a mess, because he was just too big. now you knew exactly how to take him, but you still gagged, and this pleased him, because it reminded him that he was practically a god to you. and you would do anything to kneel before the altar.

coryo isn’t slow with his thrusts, he’s already chasing his release, and doesn’t hesitate to force your head down when he feels like you’re not taking him far enough. his balls slap against your chin as you choke him down, hands grasping at his thighs. you love it so much, the way he treats you like nothing but a fuck doll while you grovel to him—you would do anything to make him happy, and he likes it best that way.

‘so fucking good,’ he grunts, fisting your hair. you try not to cry because he’s ruined your perfect blow-out, but you want to cum later so you swallow back the tears.

he only likes it when you cry because he’s making you feel good. if you’ve pleased him particularly well, he’ll spend hours lapping at your cunt, eating you like you’re his last meal.

‘gonna swallow up all my cum, aren’t you? you love it,’ he laughs, sliding himself all the way out only to slam himself back in, watching as you sputter.

your cunt is aching to be filled, and you hope that later you can show him just how much you worship his cock by letting him pound you into the mattress. your favourite thing is to ride him, though, and watch as he spurts a sticky load of pearls into your tight cunt.

he lets out a heavy groan as he feels himself unfurl. he holds your head down against his cock, your nose brushing against the thatch of blonde hair on his pubic bone, and comes right down your throat.

you swallow it up obediently, and lick your lips when you feel the excess cum that’s dribbled from his tip. he tastes perfect. you love the taste of him more than anything else in the world, and beam up at him with a pretty smile.

you’re his most devoted disciple, taking his word as if it were creed; taking his cum like it’s holy water, and taking his body as if it’s what gives you life.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow smut #tbosbas smut #ask #request #anon #imagine #tbosbas fanfic

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demonpiratehuntress · 5 months

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Ace + (Name) Day

Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader

summary - part 2 to "marry me", since someone wanted the wedding :) Ace chooses his birthday to be the date of your wedding, and you wonder why until he tells you.

warnings - none

a/n: happy birthday to the man who never fails to make me feel better regardless of my mood, our very VERY special fire fist <3

After proposing to you, Ace wanted to immediately start planning the wedding. Being pirates, you couldn't have a very big, very extravagant ceremony, but you didn't want one. You insisted that just being his wife made you happy enough, but Ace wanted you to have a wedding.

And he chose his birthday as the date.

Except that he didn't let you keep track of the date, so you wouldn't know he did that until the day came.

Marco helped you shop for a dress, Thatch baked an absolutely gorgeous cake and the rest of the crew decorated the ship as best they could to suit a wedding ceremony. Naturally, Whitebeard was asked to officiate. Ace even had backup plans upon backup plans for anything that might go wrong, a testament to how much he wanted this day to be perfect for you.

And when you walked out in that long white dress, a radiant smile on your face and nothing but happiness and excitement in your eyes, Ace swore he would have broken down in happy tears right then and there. As he watched you come down the improvised aisle, walked down by Marco, he couldn't take his eyes off you and felt them brimming with tears. You looked absolutely stunning, and for the first time Ace found himself speechless. His tongue was tied. A lump formed in his throat. He was marrying the most beautiful woman to ever exist.

Marco handed you off to Ace at the makeshift altar, which was really just you and Ace standing in front of Whitebeard's seat. You smiled up at your soon-to-be husband, and Ace's knees knocked together. It wasn't often that he got nervous, but you looked so amazing it was damn near impossible for him to keep it together.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate a love that is truly rare among pirates," Whitebeard began, trying not to read off of cue cards Marco held up from the back. Still, it was extremely sweet.

You barely listened to Whitebeard, your gaze transfixed on the stunning man before you. He did not wear a shirt, as predicted, so his tie kind of just...hung there. It might have been tacky to anyone else, but it made you giggle and you loved it because it was just so him. He still looked godly, so handsome you could cry. And the smile on his face...nothing in the world made you happier. You wiped a few tears from his cheeks as Whitebeard finally got to the questions.

"Do you, Portgas D. Ace, take (Last Name) (Name) to be your wife?"

"I do."

You smiled even more, as Ace hadn't even let the captain finish before he gave his response.

"And do you, (Last Name) (Name), take Portgas D. Ace to be your husband?"

"I do."

Now it was Ace's turn to smile, and you both felt butterflies bloom in your stomachs. You had been together long, but you still gave each other that sickeningly sweet feeling every time and it was only compounded now by the fact that you were making your union, your marriage, official.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Ace didn't hesitate, he was grabbing you and pulling you forward to press his lips against yours as soon as that sentence ended. He kissed you passionately, moulding his lips against your own with such fierce love that you could barely stay standing. His grip on you was the only thing keeping you from collapsing as he stole the air from your lungs with his absolutely breathtaking kiss. When you pulled apart, you were both breathless and Ace rested his forehead against your own with a soft smile.

"Oh, and happy birthday Ace."

Your eyes shot wide open when you heard that, and panic filled you. You hadn't realised it was already his birthday, it wasn't like you forgot but you had just not been able to keep up with what day it was.

"Ace-"

"Shhh," he put a finger to your lips, "I wanted to marry you today."

"Why?" You mumbled against his finger, blushing madly. "It's your-"

"Our day," he corrected, still grinning, "I wanted to marry you today because...(Name), I've never really felt like I could celebrate my birthday. I hated my existence more than anyone else until you came and made me feel like I was worthy of living. You came and made me feel like I had a purpose, and that purpose is loving you. You've given me a reason to live, a reason to exist, so I want to dedicate this day to you. To us. I wanted to marry you today because you are the best gift that I could ever receive."

Your eyes went wide again, before you smiled softly and felt tears fill your eyes, "Ace...that's so sweet. That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard. I love you, I love you so so much." You pulled him in and hugged him fiercely, peppering kisses all over his face.

"I love you too," he sighed happily, enjoying your passionate affection.

The rest of the day was spent celebrating the official union, with lots of partying, lots of eating, and most of all...lots of drinking. Laughter and cheering filled the air, and there was no happier atmosphere than that on the Moby Dick that day.

Later on, you pulled Ace aside and handed him a small giftwrapped box, smiling.

"I would have left it with everyone else's gifts but I wanted to give it to you personally."

He took it slowly, already overwhelmed by the love you'd shown him today, and stared at you in awe for a moment - as if he couldn't believe you were real. Then he opened the present slowly, and what he saw inside melted him entirely.

It was a beaded bracelet just like his necklace, only it had both your intials carved onto the beads, with a heart in between.

"This..." He looked up at you again, actually starting to cry again, "(Name) this is..." He couldn't even describe how much it meant to him. His hands were trembling, but he slid the bracelet on immediately. "This is perfect. I'm never taking it off."

"I'm glad you like it," you beamed, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

He turned at the last second and connected your lips with his again, arms winding around your waist so he could hold you against him as he locked you in another dizzying, world-rocking kiss.

"I love you, I love you, I love you..."

Praises and 'I love you's' fell from the fiery commander's lips repeatedly, his lips finding as many places to kiss on your face as he could. You smiled, giggling a little cause it tickled, and held him close.

"I love you too."

Eventually you and Ace were called upon to slow dance in front of everyone, and you happily wrapped your arms around your husband's neck as you gently swayed together on the improv dancefloor. Your head rested on his shoulder, and his chin on top of your head, and as you listened to his heartbeat, you knew...this was where you had always been destined to be. Safely wrapped up in Ace's arms, for the rest of your life.

"To Ace and (Name) Day!" Someone cheered loudly, eliciting even louder cheers from the rest of the crew.

You smiled at that, and Ace grinned, as both of you spoke at the same time.

"To Ace and (Name) Day..."

a/n - i hope this was as good as expected! and again, happy birthday to our loveable, fiery goofball, Portgas D. Ace!

#one piece #op #ace x reader #ace x you #portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace x you #one piece ace #one piece ace x reader #one piece ace x you #one piece x reader #one piece x you

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princeoftheeternalbog · 27 days

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Nicknames/petnames op characters like to call you PART TWO

Also suggestive warning for Ace, Marco, Izou

I don't care if law's is ooc btw he deserves to be sickly cute sometimes and yk we kinda saw how he can be when he loves something with that whole sora thing in wano so yeah I'm saying he can be affectionate as a treat.

Anyways here's like all the faves who are not strawhats:

Ace

Baby, sweetheart, pretty thing. Always says them in either the most flirty tone imaginable or the softest. Also he's like flirting with you 24/7 it's so bad but he jist can't turn it off around you like he's so down bad. 100% says heinous filthy shit but tacks on a cute nickname at the end to try and make it sound less intense. It does not work.

OBSESSED with you calling him love or my man and finds it ridiculously attractive. The first time it happened he set his bed on fire by accident and you both got lectured by pops :(. But seriously he just loves any and all verbal affirmation so naturally he adores nicknames. Doesn't get shy at all though, if anything reciprocating his chaotic behaviour makes it 10x worse.

Marco

Love/my love. Sweet and simple and he likes how clear it is to other people. He uses it a ridiculous amount though to be honest like you hear it more than your own name, it's to the point where if he says your name people on the ship don't know who he's talking about😭. Oh and he uses baby when he wants to tease you, like he drops his voice real low, leans really close into your space and speaks right next to your ear. Bit of a bastard tbh.

He blushes easily but doesn't shy away, in fact being called a nickname in return really makes him feel confident and puts him in the mood for affection. Though sometimes the nicknames make him feel...too affectionate. One time you called him pretty bird as a joke and he just sorta sat there, face getting gradually redder until you leaned towards him out of concern, at which point he promptly yanked you onto his lap and started what was one of your most intense make outs to date. Yk, casual things.

Thatch

Cutie, sweet thing, pretty thing. So so gentle with you and it reflects in how he speaks to you as well, even if he's upset or angry he still calls you the sweetest things because you're so precious to him. Though he's also a menace, if he finds out you like a specific petname then he starts discretely whispering it in your ear whenever he passes you to wind you up. Literally he doesn't care if you're having a serious conversation, he'll just slide in behind you and drop his voice to sound like a nice gravelly tone and purposefully make sure to exhale on the back of your ear to make you shiver.

Oh but he can't handle if you do it back, no this man folds like a lawn chair the second you start calling him anything other than his name.

Izou

Darling, dear, lovely, blossom. So casually smooth its unbelievable, also he starts calling you them before you get together. Like after a certain point of friendship and flirting, he just starts doing and saying the most romantic shit(Definitely thinks you're together before you actually are) and the crew are very confused and you're very confused but as if you're gonna complain yk.

This man gets so flustered when you use nicknames with him because it's not behaviour he's used to. Obviously he's been a pirate for a long time but he's actually very reserved and rarely dates so having someone who genuinely cares about him calling something sweet makes him blush so hard and you use that to your fully advantage. He gets revenge later though don't worry.

Law

Love, lovely, pretty, honey, every flowery pet name you can think of. He's so soft with you. He can't help how sickly affectionate he feels around you and it results in him just calling you all sorts of sweet words. He won't do it in public if he thinks you'll be put in danger or if he doesn't feel comfortable but like in front of the crew and strawhats and stuff he doesn't give a fuck. He'll just come up behind you while you're in the middle of a conversation, hand sliding down your lower back, and say sumthin like "are you okay my love?"

Blushes to high heaven if you call him something cute back, he just melts like butter. If he's in a bad mood or like in an argument or something you only have to come up and say hi love and he's all :///))

Kidd

Babe to the public. My love, gorgeous, pretty baby when you're alone. It's not really that he doesn't want to call you those things in public, he just doesn't want enemies to understand how important you are to him but also he doesn't want to keep your relationship a secret because he's obsessed with you and wants to brag about being yours.

Makes him really cocky if you use petnames with him. Like he'll flush but get so overconfident the second you say love or baby or anything of the sort. He doesn't care where you are either, he's just hauling you into his space immediately so he kiss the fuck out of you.

#one piece x reader #one piece fics #op fics #portagas d. ace x reader #marco the phoenix x reader #marco fushichou x reader #izou x reader #thatch x reader #trafalgar law x reader #eustass kid x reader #x gn reader #gn reader #x reader #one piece headcannons

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solannn · 27 days

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𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒 𝐋’𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑

ᥫ᭡ 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⤷ bsd men ; what’s their fav things to do with their lover ? gn reader, might be hinted male. Established relationship, can be imagine as bf or husband.

˒ ⏤ 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬��𝐦𝐮 ;

• ⮑ i feel like, he would love doing chores with you. Like chore dates /hj

• ⮑ like he’s in the kitchen, washing the dishes with you. While he dulled the dirty plates, and made a pile of plates. You rinsed the plates and the piles. He found it fun to do chores with you, he loved it.

• ⮑ he seems like the person who hates chores or duties, however he isn’t. Sometimes he could be lazy to do it, when he isn’t in a mood. He def listen to music while doing it.

• ⮑ he will probably play with the foam from the dishwashing liquid, and put some froth on your nose, for a laugh.

• ⮑ i think, while he scrubing the dirt of the dishes, at the same time he would, he puts some music to enjoy their moments together. (It’s song about sucide) he propose to sang the song, with him. How could you refuse, this guy who was such a tease to you

9/10, it’s pretty cute that he’s helping you with chores, without getting bored.

˒ ⏤ 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 ;

• ⮑ bikes dates, like he’s showing you his fav place at midnight.

• ⮑ like he’s taking to the countryside, late at night after a long day at work. You’re holding his waist, tightly as you sat on the behind him. As he start the cycle and began to move it forward slowly. The breezing air was going through your long/short.

• ⮑ The warmness of your held, making him smile slightly. Sometimes, on middle of the road, he would ask you if you’re doing okay, or wondering if you’re asleep.

• ⮑ he loves taking you to his favorite place, the landscape is always so beautiful. He does that, with a grin on his face he also does that after a stressful day.

• ⮑ the countryside is mostly a village is often a place where traditional ways of life are still practiced or, has rustic charm, with its thatched-roof cottages and winding streets. It’s so lovely, the ancient woods, which were still used to build houses, the trees and bushes which surrounded several villages. Lights illuminated their view, to better see the landscape. The stars shone brightly, and the moon was reflected by the sun.

10/10 it’s makes me feel sleepy, if someone does that to me, specially if i had a hard day.

𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲 ;

If you’re a musician/violonist ;

• ⮑ you loved, music, and syncs melody and so does Fyodor.

• ⮑ don’t you think a violinist and a cellist, are the most perfect duo for each other ?

• ⮑ To calm down after a hard day, or you just want to relax with your partner. The music filling in the room, they didn’t need the lyrics, the intrusment was already perfect.

• ⮑ While you play violin, he plays cello with you, creating the most beautiful and elegant melody. The song was relaxing to both of your ears.

• ⮑ A harmonious, and tuneful melodious sound filled the room, Fyodor’s eyes was closed, enjoying the melody you made, with him. You and Fyodor were having fun, no matter what melodious music he started playing, you could follow him, or recognize the music without any problem. Once the music stopped, Fyodor opened his eyes again, looking at you and curve his lips into a grin. Fyodor had noticed, but not you. Nikolai and Sigma were in the same room, they were curious to hear such synchronized music. Nikolai was amused, as he clapped his hands, quickly, whereas Sigma clapped softly, while glaring at the excited clown.

idk what to rate him, i don’t even play instruments

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rinbowaman · 2 months

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Gif - @zeikeu

Welllll we didn't have blue hair in the baseball cap but we do have him in a cowboy hat

Hehehe this asks for another reaction hehehehe

Hee chilling in the room and his pretty baby comes in hiding something behind her hand ....tells him to close his eyes and then puts the cowboy hat on him in place of his usual cap and then slowly whispers in his years I wanna ride you-🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

Boy I gotta catch up on all these asks lol. I’m sorry it took me so long, with everything that was going on but I’m finally sticking my nose I this app with the intentions of completing all asks.

Warnings: smutty stuff ahead. Nothing crazy but hints of aggressive sex, use of force, and animalistic behavior implied.

“What are you doing?” Heeseung props up a brow as he watches you sneakily walking out of the bathroom with both hands behind, clearly indicating you hiding something. A gift perhaps?

“I’ve got something for you…close your eyes?” You ask innocently as your kneecaps come into contact with his own. Sitting in the chair in his usual fashion, his legs manspreading apart with his arms crossed. Loose straight jeans graces his long legs while a slightly baggy short sleeve hangs, exasperating his broad shoulders. “Fine.” He calmly speaks and does as you bid. You Mr hand shakes as you reach forward and remove the usual baseball cap that decorated his head. The thick thatch of black hair falls freely framing his face, his hair has grown so long, it was so wavy and suave, almost like a prince.

You placed the cowboy hat atop his head and straightened your posture. “Okay, you can open.”

The brim of the hat covered his eyes. It wasn’t until he lifted his chin and looked up that you saw the beady shine of those black pearled pupils staring straight at you. His face was rather stern looking, no sense of playfulness in it. He wasn’t in the mood to flirt or act cute, much less wanting to give you a dashing smile. Feeling you replace his headpiece set him off to harden under his trousers. Fact is, every time he feels your touch, smells you, or is in close proximity, he loses all sensibility to every emotion and mentality, all but one—to fuck you viciously.

“New hat?” He states, his face still stern with a fierce look of calmness. Yet through it all, you could see the darkness of his countenance. “Y-yeah. I thought it would look good on you.” You shyly express as you admire the denim cowboy piece.

“So? How does it look?” He speaks, not moving from his seated position. “It looks good on you.” You breathe out, feeling somewhat relieved after hearing his question. It gave you a sense that he liked it, despite not checking it out in the mirror. “Good.”

His short response barely stamped your ears before you felt the force of his weight tackling you against the wall. “A-ahh!” Your voice gasps as you feel the wall suddenly making contact against your back. He was at least courteous enough to cradle the back of your head to prevent any serious harm from occurring. “W-wait—“ you choke out as you feel his hands begin tearing your clothes apart. “Shut up and scream for me pretty baby.”

His lips swallow your lips as he aggressively kisses you, all the while his hands grope every single inch of you. Hoisting your legs up, he wraps them around his waist as he presses his weight forward, pinning you against the smooth wall.

“Get ready to get fucked…pretty fucking bitch.”

#heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung smut #enha x reader #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung fanfic #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enha heeseung #yandere heeseung imagines #heeseung yandere #yandere heeseung

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dearbraus · 2 years

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— Mirror Mirror on the Wall

Starring; Tartaglia.

Details; 18+ only minors dni + afab reader + mirror sex + dildo use + squirting + excessive use of the nickname “baby” + teasing + slight bratty reader + slight implications of d/s dynamics + praise (receiving) + Tartaglia is referred to as “Ajax”.

Word count; 1.6k

❝ Ajax wants you to see how pretty you look when you cum for him. ❞

The mirror that reflects your image back to you is daunting.

Almost mocking.

You can hardly muster up the courage to allow yourself to meet your own gaze. Trying to peer at the man who sits behind you is strangely even more troubling. His lips are pulled taunt, a devilish smile splayed across his face as he watches you nervously squirm in his warm embrace. Muscular arms kept you trapped and facing the mirror, leaving your legs spread and splayed open for you and him. His broad chest, warm and pressed flush against you. You couldn’t help but shiver, feeling his erection nestled right against the swell of your ass.

Even in the low lamp light, you could see the growing wet spot in your underwear. It made your cheeks burn in mortification; Ajax has hardly even touched you. Teeth and tongue hot against the tender, supple skin of your neck but little else had been lavished upon you. Ajax laps it up, relishing in how little it takes for you to get worked up and keening for more. In truth, it’s less of what he’s doing and more of his mere presence that has you keeled over and flushed with need.

“You look so pretty, baby,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, teeth tugging at the lobe, “Don’t be shy, take a look and see how pretty you look.”

Nimble fingers slip down your belly, stopping at the elastic band of your underwear as his other hand rests beneath your chin. Ajax tilts your head upward, his grip firm and unwavering even as you try to turn your head to the side. Somehow, seeing the smug expression he wears is worse than feeling it against your supple skin. You lift your hips in an attempt to goad him into delving further beneath the cotton but his hand stills, mouth falling agape as he shakes his head at you.

“Tell me how pretty you look, then I’ll touch you.”

The whine that sticks at the back of your throat makes it nearly impossible to say anything.

Letting your eyes meet his through the reflection, you offer Ajax a pathetic and helpless expression, “You can do better than that,” He tuts, “Don’t give me those eyes, you hardly even tried.”

Your cheeks puff out in annoyance, this mood of his utterly maddening and you’re sure if you stared long enough, you’d realize that you resembled a petulant brat with the way you huffed at him.

“I’m so pretty for you.”

Swallowing the breath you didn’t realize you held, you spread your legs a little wider for him, and an expectant gaze shot his way.

“Please Ajax, I need you so bad,” you whined, leaning your head back against his freckled shoulder, “So fuck me, your pretty baby needs to be filled up so badly.”

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it, brat?”

Ajax jokes but he says it like he can read your mind. You suppose in a way he could; you wore your heart on yourself, your thoughts written across your face no matter how hard you tried to hide them. Everything that made you tick was swallowed and memorized by greedy blue eyes. If you were a book you’d be his favourite, your pages would have been splayed out before him, just as he liked it. Nuzzling his nose in the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder, he laughs and it makes his chest rumble, it’s warm and tinged with mirth but it makes you roll your eyes.

“I’m not a brat,” you frowned, breath hitching when he pulls your underwear down, “You’re just mean.”

“Am I?”

You nod, “Just the worst!”

“Oh, you don’t mean that,” he mutters with a disapproving click of his tongue, “You love me!”

His calloused fingertips smoothed down your belly and through the thatch of curls until he landed on your clit. It throbs with need, your breath hitching when he slowly massages a circle into the bud. The tension in your shoulders seeps out as you slump further against his warm, broad chest. His name is nothing but a breathy moan, no malice, or teasing lilt– just needy and warm, it melts across your tongue and lathers across his heart.

Smoothing his lips across the supple skin of your neck, he peers at you in the mirror through long lashes and strands of pale apricot hair, it glows brighter beneath the warm lamp light that illuminates the room.

“Say you love me, pretty baby.”

Ajax whispers, sweet like candy but the aftertaste is bitter.

You respond with a whimper, back arching in search of something more. The pleasure that trickles up your spine is not enough, the pleasant warmth that envelopes you like a cozy blanket on a bitter winter day but it's not enough. Your body aches to be filled and stretched by him, needs it like your lungs need fresh air to breathe but Ajax keeps an arm wrapped firmly around your belly, holding you firmly against his chest. You take what you’re given until he gets what he wants– your attitude to drop, he loves the rough bite of snarky words and teasing remarks that get the blood pumping beneath his skin but he loves your lovesick coos far more than anything.

“I love you,” you moan, rolling your eyes the moment his gaze darks from your face to your cunt, “And I love the way you fuck me just as much,” you say with a laugh, “How ‘bout you fuck me baby hm?”

“So needy!” He laughs.

“Only for you.”

You can’t stop the whine that escapes you when Ajax slips away from you for a moment, reaching around you to rustle around in the bedside table's top drawer. His eyes light up when he finds just what he’s looking for, holding the dildo up with a flourish.

The bratty whine you’re about to let out is stifled by silicon pressed against your lips, your mouth instinctively falling open. Ajax grimes wickedly, he’s trained you well and you know it. Your tongue lolls across the head, coating it with saliva. He groans at the sight, his hips buckling into the curve of your ass to relieve the ache that’s hallowed out his stomach. Ajax fucks your mouth just enough to get himself even hotter, but you dutifully suck the toy like it’d goad him into giving you just what you wanted.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans, licking his lips, “Get it nice and wet before I fuck you.”

“Mm, but I want you to fuck me!”

Wrapping your fingers around his wrist, you push the toy away, “I can feel how hard you are Ajax, so c’mon quit the teasing!”

Dragging the wet tip of the toy down your body, Ajax rolls his eyes, “I gotta get you nice and prepped before I fuck you,” he reasons with a grin, “You’ll get your cock baby, just be patient for me.”

Rubbing the dildo through your slick folds, Ajax teases your hole, just barely pushing it in.

“‘Cause your cocks so fuckin’ big huh?”

“That’s right baby, that's right!” planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek, he slowly pushes the toy into you, “So fuckin’ big your pretty pussy can’t handle it!”

Your eyes roll back into your head and your breath hitches, “Shut up!”

“Make me!”

You try to laugh but it’s distorted by the greedy gulps of air you suck in, your head feeling light. One hand pumps the toy into you at a painstakingly slow pace while the other massages your clit, sending pinpricks of pleasure up your spine. Any haughty retort you might’ve had died on your tongue and you hate it. The smarmy smirk you know so well reflects back at you through the mirror, taunting you for succumbing so easily.

“Oh? Cat got your tongue sweetheart?” His hot breath fans across the shell of your ear, teeth grazing the lobe, tugging on it just to watch you shiver, “ God, look at your pretty pussy takin’ it so well, wish it was my fuckin’ cock splitting you open like this.”

A flurry of curses slides off your tongue, mingling with the heedy pants that make your chest heave.

“Oh that's it, feels good huh?”

You nod your head, teeth digging into your plush bottom lip to push down the utterly debauched sounds that claw up your throat. Ajax eats it all up, getting off on how good he makes you feel, gazing intently at the expressions written across your face.

“So good,” you agree, nodding your head for no real reason other than it pleases him, “Always so good Ajax.”

It comes to you well before you even realize it, pathetically fast and half as satisfying as it should be but all is well when that familiar feeling of bliss washes over you. Your skin is unbearably hot, prickling like live wire as you twitch in his hold. You cunt gushes obscenely around the dildo, squelching with each skillful flick of his wrist. The sheets feel wet beneath your skin, clingingly uncomfortably but you’re too focused on how good it feels for your head to spin in such a delicious haze of pleasure. You hear him chuckle, half shocked but it doesn’t register until his fingernails dig into your chin, forcing your head towards the mirror.

“Oh look at you,” he says, biting back a moan, “Squirting for me like that, think you can do that on my cock?”

“I did?’’

Giving your pussy a pat he cackles wickedly at the way your clit throbs and cunt gushes, a small spurt dribbling out and soaking his hand.

“Sure fuckin’ did. C’mon show me how much better my cock feels than this piece of shit huh”

#tartaglia x reader #tartaglia smut #childe smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #ajax x reader #childe x reader #ajax smut #genshin impact smut #gi smut #gi x reader

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my-soupy-brain · 2 months

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in the mood to play with Ted’s chest hair as he holds me close after a stressful day at work

I don't know why but that man's chest has taken up about 80% of my working brain lately and yes. Yes. Yes. Let's go short and sweet for this. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: Cuddling, light nudity, light smut

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There was no better place you felt safe and wanted than against Ted's body under the covers of your bed.

You'd called it a fairly early night, retiring to the bedroom to flip on the TV and let the soft glow keep you company while you laid with him.

As is typical for crawling into bed with Ted, he pulls you to his chest. You nestle softly against the softness of his body, your hand stretched across the thatch of hair there.

Nonchalantly, your fingers drag through the tight, rough coils and he talks in his low baritone drawl about his day, and asks you how yours was.

"Oh, it was rough," you say, and he squeezes you a little tighter, kissing the crown of your head as it rests against him. You let out a long sigh that he loves to hear. It means you're comfortable.

Your fingers dance across his chest. It tickles him, but mostly it relaxes him. He loves to feel your hands admire his body like this. And that's what you're doing.

When your hand drifts across his pectoral, to his other arm and shoulder, down to his wrists and forearms, to his long, masculine fingers, to his stomach, and back up, he shivers.

He listens intently as you talk about your day, unloading your stresses to him. He likes to soak up all your words. Hear your voice. Watch your hands flail around while you tell your stories.

You feel his hand behind your back rub up and down your hip, against your side. It makes your voice soften. It makes you wind down.

Your fingers still dance through the thick grass of hair on his chest, lingering over the pink nipple hidden. He grins at you as your fingers press a little.

"What'dya doin', sugar?" he asks, his voice low and husky. His legs move beneath the sheets, and as you press and circle his nipple again, your lips kissing on his collarbone, you see a small mound start to tent.

You snicker a small giggle, making him smile too, his other hand climbing up your body softly. The speed he's touching you, and the way his fingers grab gently, tell you he's interested in where you're heading.

When his face turns to yours, you can't help but cup that masculine jaw and his dark hair as his lips meet yours. His mustache tickles but you barely notice it when his tongue slips past your lips.

With one movement, Ted tugs the sheet higher over both of you.

His hands run marathons around your body now, tugging your closer somehow still, running over the curves of your body.

"We're not gonna finish our show, are we?" you joke softly, against his lips, which are moving down your cheek, jaw, to your neck.

"Nuh-uh,"' he mumbles. "I got other plans."

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Sweet 'n spicy like we all deserve. I could use a cuddle this good. Couldn't you? Hmmm... shirtless Ted Lasso. We deserved more. Thanks for the prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you #ted lasso smut

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cozage · 9 months

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The Daughter's Return: Month 6

Bad Mood

Masterlist | Read this on A03

CW: just one of those days, but Ace tries to cheer you up :) Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 1.8k

The meeting had not been going in your favor.

“I’m telling you,” you said, trying your best to keep cool. “We need another division to go with Division Four. It’s too risky.”

“And I’m telling you,” Elmy shot back. “You’re underestimating Division Four. You underestimate every division but your own. Everyone lets you do it because-”

Thatch seemed to have nudged her, silencing whatever she was about to say. But she had said enough. Because you're Whitebeard’s Daughter. That’s what she would’ve said. That’s what everyone always said.

Elmy was always rubbing you the wrong way. She may have been a fellow strategist and Thatch’s personal pick, but she lacked a lot of foresight. She always expected everything to go perfectly. And things never went perfectly in the pirate world.

You looked at Thatch, begging him to take your side. But he stayed neutral.

You sighed. “At least take some members from division two. It will-”

“That’s not your call to make,” Elmy snapped. “You seemed to have forgotten, but you’re not a division commander. Only they can make personnel calls.”

A few eyes widened at her words, and people shifted uncomfortably in their seats. They knew the wrath that was incurred on anyone who crossed you, and they didn’t want to be a part of it.

But you were stunned into silence. You had no witty comeback. You had no angry words. In fact, you had the overwhelming urge to curl up in a corner and cry. Everyone at the table knew what kind of a low blow Elmy had made, but nobody dared to call her out on it.

“Fine.” You forced your lower lip to stop trembling. You couldn’t lose your composure here. “If the Division Four Commander requests assistance, we can go from there and talk to division commanders about additional assistance. Otherwise, you can operate as a solo division mission.”

“Division two is happy to offer people,” Ace immediately said, trying his best to support you. “If you want them, Thatch.”

“Thanks, Ace.” Thatch looked uncomfortable with the situation at hand. He kept trying to make eye contact, but you refused to meet it. “Let me talk to Elmy and we’ll get back to you.”

“Sure.” Ace nodded. “If that’s all, we can plan to meet back in a few hours. I know you guys have to-”

You didn’t hear the rest of his speech. As soon as you realized you were about to be dismissed, you stormed out of the room, the door slamming behind you as you left.

You felt tears coming, which was stupid. You had heard those jabs a million times over. Elmy’s words weren’t special. They weren’t even creative. You weren’t even mad about not having commander status anymore. You preferred Ace in the spotlight, you working to support him. And yet, the tears still threatened to spill out.

They waited until you were in your room, thankfully. You flopped onto your bed, letting out a muffled sob as you cried into the pillow. God, you felt so stupid.

Jinx swatted her paw on your head, and you shoved her away. “Leave me alone, you stupid cat!” you screamed. “I’ll burn you to a crisp, I’m serious this time!”

Jinx seemed to sense your words were an empty threat, because she came back and laid down in front of you. Her amber eyes stared into your soul, and then she did the last thing you were expecting. She began purring.

“That’s not gonna help, you know.” You sniffled, wiping your eyes. “I still hate you.”

Her eyes squinted, but the purring continued.

You continued to stare at her until you heard the door open behind you. Jinx jumped up and raced for the door where her true master stood, and you could hear her purring intensify as she weaved around his feet.

“Hey,” Ace said softly, sitting down on the bed next to you.

“I’m in a bad mood,” you said, your voice still thick with tears. “I just want to be alone.”

You felt a hand begin to rub along your back, massaging your tense body. “Can we talk about it first?”

“No.”

“Elmy’s jealous,” Ace said. “You’ve always known that.”

“I’m not mad about it.”

“Then why are you crying?”

You felt the tears spring up again, and you instantly became frustrated. “I don’t know!” you shouted. “I made peace with just being your strategist long ago!”

Ace’s hand paused against your back. “Just being my strategist?”

“You’re the division commander. You have the final say.” You wiped your eyes and turned your head so you could see him. “I’m just your strategist. Ultimately what I say doesn’t matter if you don’t want it to.”

“But I do want it to matter.”

“Which is great. But what I say doesn’t matter until you decide it does.”

Ace gave a little chuckle, as if he couldn’t believe what you were saying. “Do you hear yourself right now?” he asked.

Your anger flared up, and your skin began to churn. “Excuse me?”

“Where did you get this insane idea that your ideas don’t matter?”

“Did you not hear Elmy-?”

Ace scoffed. “I sure did. But listen to me right now. What you say goes, just as much as if I had said it. I trust you with my life, with my family’s life, with everything. There’s not a plan you could give me that I would veto. Because we are equal. Do you understand?”

“But-”

“Do you understand?” Ace repeated, staring at you.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, turning away from him. He just didn’t get it.

“That didn’t sound convincing,” Ace said, his fingers jabbing playfully at your sides and causing you to shriek out, your giggles filling the air. “Try again,” he said.

“Okay!” you yelled, trying to squirm away from him. Your tension and anger were gone, replaced with only your love for him. “Okay, okay! I understand!”

“Understand what?” Ace dug into your sides harder, making you kick at him to try and stop his assault.

“We’re equals!” you shrieked with laughter, and finally his fingers stilled.

He laid down next to you, kissing your shoulder, then your cheek, and finally your nose. “I shouldn’t have let you be embarrassed like that in there. I’m sorry I didn’t speak up sooner.”

You sighed. “It’s okay. It’s a weird position to be in. I’m sure Thatch and his team can do it on their own. I just want him to be safe.”

“I understand that.” Ace wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. “It’s normal to be worried about people you love.”

“I know,” you grumbled, burying your face into his chest.

“And I’m always on your side, okay?” Ace said. “I promise I’m never going to leave you.”

You pulled back, scowling at him. “You can’t promise that. You don’t know what is going to happen in the future. Don’t promise it unless you mean it.”

“I mean it. I’ll never leave you. I love you too much to ever leave.” He paused. “If you want to leave though, I’ll under-“

“I won’t.” And you truly meant it. You couldn’t see a life without Ace. You didn’t want it.

“Guess we’re stuck with each other, then.”

“Till death do we part.”

“Nah,” Ace chuckled. “I’ll haunt you even after I’m dead. Just to keep my promise.”

The thought of Ace dying before you made you stop breathing, and you clutched his chest tightly. “Don’t even joke about that. You’re not dying. Promise me.”

Ace raised his eyebrow. “I thought you said don’t make promises I can’t keep?”

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. “Ace,” you sucked in a breath. “Don’t joke about that. It’s not funny.”

“Okay okay.” Ace pulled you back into his chest and kissed the top of your head, reminding you that he was still with you. “You can die first. I won’t die. I promise.”

“Thank you,” you whispered. You knew it wasn’t fair for him to promise that, but the thought of being without him made you want to vomit.

A knock came at the door, startling you both.

“Go away!” Ace shouted. “We’re in a bad mood!”

You giggled softly at his comment. He always knew how to make you laugh.

“It’s me.” Thatch’s voice came from outside the door, and you froze. You weren’t sure if you wanted to see him at the moment, even if he was about to leave.

“Oh, then come in!” Ace shouted. You shot him a look, which he completely ignored.

Thatch opened the door just enough to slip inside before shutting it again. Looking at him made you remember the humiliation you had just felt, and made you want to cry all over again.

“Do you hate me?” Thatch asked, looking at you. His eyes were full of fear, afraid of the answer you might give him.

You shook your head and sat up on the bed. “Elmy was right. You guys can do it on your own.”

Thatch’s eyes gleamed with pride. “You really think so?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I was just worried, that’s all.”

“If you have concerns, I want to hear them. I know we’re a smaller division and were not always perfect for the job. If you don’t think that we can-”

“You can,” you said, cutting him and his rambling off. “I just-”

You glanced at Ace, who gave you a nod of encouragement to continue. “I just worry about you, Thatch. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Thatch stared at you for a few moments, and his eyes began getting glassy. He jumped at you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you in a tight embrace.

“I’ll be okay, kid. Don’t worry about me. I’ll see you real soon, okay?”

You returned the intensity of his hug, afraid to let go. Nodding at his words, you tried to blink away your own tears. You had to be strong right now. “You’ll be back in two weeks, right?”

“Two weeks max. I promise.”

“See you soon,” you whispered.

Thatch kissed your cheek, and then opened the door. “I’ll be back before you know it, Your Majesty.”

The old nickname made you smile. It had been a long time since he had called you that, but it still brought back happy memories.

And yet, as you watched him leave, you couldn’t help but feel a little nauseous at the thought of the whole thing. Even if you couldn’t place it, something didn’t feel right. And that scared you.

If only you had listened to your instincts.

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laiqualaurelote · 6 months

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“Welcome,” cries Donna Noble, “to the Sad Time Lords Drinking Society!”

The beach stretches as far as the eye can see. There seems to be nobody else on it. The sand is black; Jack has discovered it is rough beneath the toes, like gravel. The sea is a rich and iridescent blue; the sky above it clear and serene. A breeze ruffles the thatched roof of the bar at which they are all seated. From the radio behind the counter issue the tinny strains of a zither.

“I move to rename the society,” says the Doctor. He’s a tall, skinny man in a pin-striped suit and an outlandish pair of shoes, who looks like he stuck his fingers in a plug socket and still hasn’t burned off the energy. He and Donna emerged from a blue edifice labelled POLICE BOX, which is now sitting modestly on the beach next to Miss Fisher’s TARDIS, once more a Hispano-Suiza. Miss Fisher has introduced the Doctor as “my oldest friend, literally, he’s got a century or so on me”.

“Quite,” says Miss Fisher, “we are hardly sad - I am always merry, for one - and only one of us identifies as a Time Lord at present.”

“And he is not sad,” puts in the Doctor.

“Rubbish,” says Donna. “Get a couple of drinks in you and you’ll be all mopey again.”

“Anyway,” says the Doctor. He is sipping a complex cocktail out of a coconut, too violently coloured to actually be from the coconut, through a twisty straw. “To business. Present: the Doctor, tenth incarnation; the Fisher, third - honestly, how are you only on your third one?”

“Clean and virtuous living,” says Miss Fisher demurely over her sidecar.

Mac snorts into her glass. “Hallelujah.”

“Companions,” the Doctor continues dictating minutes to an invisible secretary, “Donna Noble - ” Donna makes a mock-bow “ - Dr MacMillan, good-looking, ginger and an actual doctor, I hope my future regenerations are taking note - ”

“I’m flattered,” says Mac. “I think.”

“ - and Detective Inspector Jack Robinson, whose first time it is at the Drinking Society of Time Persons of Various Moods and Genders.” The Doctor beams at him. “When did she pick you up from, then?”

“The 1920s,” says Jack.

“Oh, we just went, didn’t we, Donna? Lovely time.”

“I mean, there was a murder,” says Donna. “Quite a few murders, actually. Also, a giant wasp. Oh, and the Doctor got poisoned.”

“And we met Agatha Christie!” exclaims the Doctor. “Great stuff.”

“Yes,” says Jack. “That sounds exactly like what goes on in the 1920s.”

- from World Enough and Time, a Doctor Who/Miss Fisher crossover

#bringing this back in honour of my favourite platonic soulmates going to the 1920s #except now we have the Happy Time Lord Therapy Circle #thanks RTD #doctor who spoilers #doctor who #miss fisher's murder mysteries #doctordonna #tenth doctor #donna noble #phryne fisher #jack robinson #elizabeth macmillan #phrack

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sabo-has-my-heart · 1 year

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Hi. How are you? Can you please do a Sabo x Female Reader Fluff with a little angst. The reader is Ace’s widow (and childhood sweetheart) and Sabo goes to find her and protect her but falls in love like when he was a kid again.

Hey, so... this turned out a bit angstier than I intended, but it still had a happy ending, I promise!

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending

Word Count: 1340

Staring out at the water, you let your mind wander. You missed him so much, you wished he was still here, still with you. Part of you, part of you, understood why he died. He was saving his little brother. But you couldn’t help but be mad at him too. If he’d just kept running, if he’d just ignored Akainu. Tears ran down your cheeks as you continued to stare out at the water, only to be startled out of your thoughts when one gloved hand rested on your shoulder, and another began wiping away tears.

“I know you miss him, I do too, but he wouldn’t want you to dwell on what happened like this.” Sabo said softly, giving you a soft, comforting smile.

“I… I know, but I just… from the moment… after you… he was always there for me. He held me as I cried, made me laugh when I was down, protected me even if I didn’t need it. Sabo, he… he was my everything.” you said, more tears beginning to stream down your face, Sabo pulling you close, one hand on the back of your head, the other around your waist as he let you cry into his chest. It reminded you so much of Ace. Ace, who would wrap one arm around your waist and one around your shoulders as you cried into his bare chest. Ace, who would say ‘hey, watch this!’ before doing something reckless, dangerous, and stupid but always helped your mood. Ace, who would beg Thatch to cook your favorite for no other reason than to make you smile. Clinging to Sabo’s clothing, you let yourself cry, let yourself mourn. Looking out at the ocean that you had just been staring at, Sabo made a silent promise to himself and his brother. He would protect you from now on. He would protect you, care for you, bring the smile back to your lips, he would never take Ace’s place, but he would be there for you like Ace had been.

It didn’t take long for Sabo to remember his old feelings for you. Despite how you’d changed over the years, despite your grief over Ace, you were still you. You were still the same girl he and Ace fought over as kids. Not that you knew they were fighting over you, but they did. Part of him wished he could have been there, growing up with the two of you. Continuing his rivalry with Ace to win your heart, watching Luffy grow up, hunting, training, everything. He didn’t regret joining the RA, but he also wished he could have been there for his brothers, been there for you. His only solace was that he could be there for you now, that he could do something for you now. The two of you spent a lot of time talking, reminiscing, telling him stories. You told him about everything that had happened between his ‘death’ and Ace’s death. Told him about setting sail with his brother and joining Ace’s crew, about how you started dating and how you got married. It was so good to hear about Ace. Robin had told him about Luffy, but no one had told him about Ace and hearing about his brother felt so good, if not simultaneously painful. True to his silent vow, he did everything in his power to take care of you. He made you smile, gave you a shoulder to cry on, and always looked out for you. Whenever he had to leave on a mission, you were nearby; perhaps not in the direct line of fire like he was, but close enough that you wouldn’t have to spend weeks and weeks without him.

Sabo couldn’t help but stare at you, smiling dreamily, his head in his hand. He knew you had been his brother’s girl, that falling for you probably wasn’t the best idea in the world, but how could he help himself when you were just so… you? Okay, yes, he felt terrible for falling for his dead brother’s girl, and yes, he’d tried not to, but just like when you were kids, you’d wormed your way into his heart, seemingly without effort. Despite his attraction to you, he continued to tell himself not to do anything. No making moves, no flirting, no touching outside of comfort and friendly hugs, absolutely not! Granted, everyone saw it, or at least, everyone who wasn’t you saw it. They saw the looks, the barely restrained affection, the hidden frustration. He never let you see it though, if you saw the way he looked at you, at his brother’s girl, all he could think was that you’d be furious with him. Angry at him for loving you when his brother, the love of your life, was gone. Shaking himself out of his thoughts and daydreams, he looked away. Besides, he had other things he needed to worry about right now. He’d gotten a lead on Ace’s devil fruit, something he wouldn’t let anyone else have. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to you.

“Hey, I uh, I’ve got a mission coming up, you’re free to come with if you’d like, but I was gonna… I was gonna visit Ace so I thought, if you’re not ready-” “I want to come with. I… I haven’t seen him in… a while.” you said, cutting the boy off. The last time you’d been there was when he was buried, when you placed a bouquet of hibiscus flowers on his grave.

Looking down at Ace’s grave marker, you couldn’t help but fidget nervously. You’d asked Sabo for a moment alone.

“Hey Sweetheart. It’s… it’s me. I’m still here, uh, sort of. I know I’m not here a lot, but Sabo’s been taking care of me…. I miss you so much.” you took a deep breath, rubbing some tears away, “I… I feel bad, my love. When we were younger, I knew about how you both felt about me. You thought you hid it, but I knew about your rivalry…. I… I never chose because I didn’t know who to choose. You were both so great in your own ways. Both energetic, both strong, brave, and protective. Whether or not you’d admit it, you both cared a great deal and it showed. Yet so different at the same time. You were impulsive, brash, angry, and, well… a little violent. Sabo was intelligent, sweet, thoughtful, and charismatic. When we thought Sabo died, my decision was sort of made for me. I liked you both but Sabo was gone. Don’t… don’t hate me, please. Wherever you are, please don’t hate me for falling for him. All the feelings I had when we were young… I’m so sorry.” you put your hand over your mouth, muffling a small sob. You’d fallen for the blond, “I still love you so, so much, that’ll never change. But I love him too.” a warm breeze tousled your hair and caressed your cheek, making you smile, “I’ll try and visit more often, I promise and I’ll make sure Sabo takes good care of your devil fruit.” you said, kissing your fingers before pressing them against the top of the gravestone. With that, you turned around, joining Sabo as you headed back to the ship, slowly, gently taking his hand in yours. From his spot, crouched on top of the stone, Ace smiled as he watched you and Sabo walk away. Sabo would take good care of you, he’d love you just like Ace had, there was no one he trusted more with your heart than his brother.

“Take care of her for me, Sabo. I’m trusting you to love her just as much as I did.” the black haired boy said as he watched you look out at the sea with Sabo, your head resting on his shoulder. Sabo would take good care of you just as Ace had, because he loved you just as much as Ace had and you loved them. You loved both of them.

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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welcome home, my love

Shinazugawa Genya x Reader

Word Count: ~500

CW: traumatic references

Emergency Request Fulfilled: my mental and emotional health has gone down the gutter and entered the sewers that Ratatullie surfed through :,)

and i need some good ol Genya fluff

preferably where gn!reader comes home from a long mission and Genyas just babying them cause he missed them so much pls

There are many things to be grateful for when you return home from a mission. First, of course, is that you’re even returning — staying alive is no small feat. Second? If you’re relatively unscathed, then definitely getting to shower. If you are injured? Then receiving medical care takes priority, but at least medical care also means uninterrupted rest. Third? Sleeping on your own futon with its plump pillow and soft kakebuton. Not a musty tatami mat. Not a pile of leaves. Not an abandoned temple’s damp stone flooring, stars glimmering through its rotting thatched roof (albeit the aesthetic is stunning… until you’re trying to fall asleep with a crick in your back and cold seeping into your bones). At the risk of sounding vain, these little luxuries are often enough to satisfy you, the inevitable pains and losses of each mission somehow lessened as you melt into your outdoor soaking tub, its wooden panels smoothed by years of use. When you challenge and execute death on a nearly daily basis, it’s the simple things that keep you sane.

Except for Genya. Your decidedly not simple lover.

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You’re almost home when you start smelling the tantalizing flavors of someone’s dinner. The worn, aching half of you wants to scowl, envious of the aroma, wishing you could grumble at the person responsible for so thoughtlessly flaunting their cooking ability. Your reasonable, appreciative half silently wishes a happy meal to the lucky individual — or family. Slowly, your estate comes into view, faint floral notes beginning to entwine with the more savory scents of assorted meats and vegetables, your mood simultaneously souring and lifting. Everyone deserves moments of indulgence and gentleness… Myself included you huff, unable to stop the petty pout of your lips.

“My love, you look… confused?” Genya greets you, excitement at your arrival evident in his tone even as he remains predominantly focused on his task, eyes flitting upward toward your tired figure.

“Why does it smell delicious?” you demand.

“Ah,” his nose scrunches, ears warming, “You think so?” “Did you steal our neighbor’s dinner?” you growl.

He raises a concerned eyebrow, gesturing nervously at the scene before him, “... no?”

It takes a long moment for realization to hit.

You gasp, “You’re cooking?!”

“For you,” he mutters shyly.

“And the soaking tub?” you ask giddily.

“Recently cleaned and filled with the hottest water I could tolerate,” he confirms your suspicion, “I added a bit of that fancy oil from your side of the sink.”

“How much time do I have?” you’re breathless now, heart bursting with adoration, limbs eager to finally relax.

“As much time as you’d like,” he chuckles, “I’m happy to bring dinner out to you. We can watch the sunset together.”

“You’re incredible,” you gush, hurrying to plant a wet kiss on his cheek, “I feel like crying.”

“So cry,” he shrugs, “I’ll wipe your tears.”

A happy noise bubbles in your throat, hesitant to leave for the bath as affection roots you in place, “You love me.”

“I do love you,” he nods, “I missed you,” voice lowering to a solemn murmur, “Thank you for returning to me.”

Because he hates to think that, someday, he could kiss you, and not even know he’s saying goodbye.

#genya shinazugawa #shinazugawa genya #genya x reader #shinazugawa x reader #drabble #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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cyborg-franky · 1 year

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April Fools Day..

The only thing I will write for the day. Some silly headcanons for you!

Plans one big prank on you and lets it go. Thatch, Zoro, Franky, Robin, Kid, Penguin

Plans a day of small pranks. Ace, Thatch, Haruta, Luffy, Usopp, Roger, Corazon, Shachi

Is pranked and absolutely does not handle it well and spends all day trying to murder you. Izou, Sanji, Nami, Kid, Buggy, Law, Mihawk, Doffy, Croc, Sabo, Boa

Is pranked, and thinks it's funny but gives you a look that you know means you better stop. Marco, Sanji, Robin, Jimbei, Rayleigh, Benn

Is pranked and it becomes a day-long prank war. Ace, Thatch, Haruta, Luffy, Usopp, Roger, Corazon, Shachi, Penguin

Probably cries when you prank them. Deuce, Chopper, Perona

Is smiling wide when their eyes say Run, bitch, run. Izou, Sanji, Zoro, Nami, Kid, Killer, Law, Doffy, Croc, Sabo, Boa, Ben

“Pranks are immature.” Izou, Deuce, Nami, Jimbei, Law, Mihawk, Perona, Boa

“Pranks are immature." said as they plan on getting you back. Thatch, Zoro, Franky, Roger, Buggy, Corazon, Penguin, Sabo

“Lets fucking gooo!” -pockets full of fart cushions and fake spiders- Ace, Haruta, Luffy, Usopp, Shanks, Shachi, Doffy

‘I can prank you but you can’t prank me, I’ll cry’ Brook, Chopper, Nami, Buggy, Shachi, Perona

Is still shaking and a bundle of nerves from the last one. Deuce, Chopper

Enjoys pranks only if the other person likes them. Ace, Thatch, Haruta, Luffy, Brook, Chopper, Franky, Usopp, Roger, Corazon, Shachi, Penguin

Enjoys pranks even if the other person hates them. Kid, Doffy, Croc, Sabo

Accidentally always the one who steps into pranks set up for others. Deuce, Zoro, Chopper, Nami, Jimbei, Corazon, Shachi

Lighthearted pranks - fart sounds when someone sits down, a rubber spider in the shower. Ace, Thatch, Haruta, Luffy, Brook, Chopper, Franky, Usopp, Roger, Corazon, Shachi, Penguin

Hardcore pranks - fakes their own fucking death. Zoro, Nami, Robin, Shanks [Used to fake losing an arm, Benn still side eyes him] Kid, Buggy, Law, Doffy [murder spree, goofy mood, lol] Sabo

Seems near impossible to prank. Marco, Izou, Franky, Robin, Rayleigh, Mihawk, Doffy, Croc, Benn

Tries to prank people but isn’t good at it and almost sets the ship/house on fire. Brook, Jimbei, Corazon

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