#*DROPS THIS AND RUNS*

[nina-ya]

A/N: Hi!! I wanted to get back into the groove of writing regularly again with something short and sweet like this. I did plan on doing this for other characters as well! Pairing: Luffy x reader CW: none WC: ~500 Other Versions: Luffy Zoro Sanji (more to come) • masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •

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Loving Luffy is loving your best friend. It is the comfort of knowing that he will always have your back, no matter where life takes you. He is one of the only people who truly just sees you for who you are and never expects you to be anything but your truest self. With him, there’s no putting on an act, there’s no facade with him, there’s just a raw and unfiltered companionship. Luffy will always laugh with you, always fight alongside you, and always hold you in those moments of quiet when the world slows down because he knows that you are always meant to be by his side. 

Loving Luffy is understanding that his love may be wordless at times, but it’s far from empty. He stays away from grand declarations and shows it in the ways he always lets you wear his hat or how he shares the last bite of his food with you. It’s those small, simple gestures that say more than words ever could. His love is the pure and untamed essence of who he is.

It’s the way he rests his head on your shoulder, that brief pause where he is not the future King of the Pirates, just Luffy. In those moments you get to see the man behind all the bravado, the one who sometimes just needs the quiet comfort of someone who understands him. It’s in the way that he absentmindedly traces patterns on your arm or the way he learns into you when he’s feeling sleepy, trusting you with a vulnerability he tends to hide from the world.

Loving Luffy is embracing the mayhem and unpredictability that comes with being with a man of his nature. It’s knowing that you might be yanked to another one of his adventures with no warning or finding yourselves in the middle of an escape from anyone that threatens your freedom, yet you never once question if you’ll make it out because Luffy is by your side.

Loving Luffy is knowing that no day is ever the same, and yet each one is as unforgettable as the last. He wakes up with that infectious grin on his face, ready to take on what the world might hold for him. He never needs a plan, only the belief that whatever the day holds is an adventure worth having. 

Loving Luffy is laughing until your sides hurt, dancing under the stars with no particular rhythm, staring at each other with smiles that make your cheeks hurt, and holding hands just because. It’s freedom. It’s wild. And it’s knowing that even when he runs off chasing his next adventure, he’ll always pull you along for the ride. 

Loving Luffy is learning to love yourself more. He sees you in a way that no one else does, stripping away each and every insecurity, every doubt, every fear, and reminding you that you are more than perfect the way you are. There’s no room for second-guessing or self criticism. He looks at you as if you are the most important person in the world, cherishing you and holding you close to his heart even when he’s too busy chasing his dreams to say it out loud. 

[blu-ish]

Familiar light✨

[kaffkanya]

[littlebloomclan]

Moon 21 - Leaf Bare - Part 1

[mekakitsune]

needdddd them more than anythign rn

it was quiet in the tent save for the barely audible slick noises coming from your cunt. sloan's fingers worked magic as they piston in and out of you in a harsh manner. you were so wet, all because of them.

"hm, you feel close baby? so fuckin' wet...so fuckin' hot." they couldnt help moaning at the sight and feeling of you, dripping down their hand and onto the sleeping mat below. the dull throbbing between their legs was almost becoming unbearable.

"yeah...please, fuck. dont stop, m' so fuckin close." you whimper, gripping their soft, chocolate brown hair.

their lips find place on your neck once again, tongue tracing over the bite marks they had left earlier. the stinging sensation fueled the fire in your stomach. release was so close, yet ripped from your grasp as they remove their fingers.

"why'd you stop?" you whimped again, pathetically trying to create friction by bucking your hips.

in the darkness of your shared tent, you could see their smirk, as they rubbed their hands on your thighs, squeezing.

"shh i know, i wanna taste you." they spoke softly, soothing your pleas. they move down so they are postioned between your thighs.

"want you t' come for me, kay?" they press a kiss to the inside of your thigh before diving in.

the pressure of their tongue on your sensitive pussy makes you moan, thighs shaking around them. their tongue circles your clit and you nearly see stars. suddenly, their fingers find their place back inside you, continuing that harsh pace from earlier.

without much warning for either of you, your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks. from below you hear sloan, groaning at the taste of you as you cum on thier tongue. hands are removed from inside you and rub soothing circles on your hips and thighs, coaxing you down from the harsh release.

you whimper from the overstimulation as they place a final kiss to your clit before coming back up to face you.

the sight of them with your slick on their face, framing that stupid grin almost made you need to come again.

"how was that?" they smiled lovingly, placing kisses along your neck and face before landing a peck on your lips.

"good. really fuckin good." you kiss them back, allowing them to cover you with their frame.

lips melt together in a haze of desperation and comfort. how you loved to kiss them.

after a while, you push their chest slightly so your able to speak.

"now its your turn." you smile at them mischievously, hands squeezing their shoulders.

[oh-lordy-lord-save-me]

wabbits

[dryya-doesnt]

Will you be here for me?

Always.

My obligatory aarmau fanart is never without tragedy, unfortunately.

It looked really cool on twt btw 😞😞😞

[hadesbullshit]

Same couple different fonts

[almond-tofuuu]

🌼Wishing on dandelions all of the time....

.... Praying to God that one day you'll be mine 💙

Zayne head cannons

Zayne who had a crush on you as children but was too quiet and awkward to ever admit his feelings and has regretted it for years.

Zayne who thought he would never see you again, his heart skipping a beat when you walked into his office for your first appointment, time seeming to stand still as he quietly took you in, noting how much you'd changed but were somehow still the same girl who stole his heart all those years ago.

Zayne who is still unsure how to act around you, but is determined not to let you slip through his fingers again. His first attempts to get closer to you are awkward, and he seems more like an overbearing doctor than a friend, but as you spend more time together, he finds it easier to connect with you, even beginning to joke and tease you.

Zayne whose eyes soften whenever he thinks of you, it's almost unnoticeable, but his icy gaze becomes just that much warmer whenever you walk into his office. And when you text or call him, he even allows himself to smile softly, though he'd never admit it.

Zayne whose heart has belonged to you for so many years it would be impossible for him to love anyone else. Whose willing to wait as long as it takes for you to see him the same way he sees you.

Zayne who isn't the best at opening up to people or showing his true emotions, but will do his best to get you to understand his love for you, in his own way.

[witchysolfan]

ugly cackling

@dana-chan-the-control-brain

[tboybuck]

Batter up!

Chapters 1 & 2 coming to AO3 on November 12, 2023, featuring art by @thatnerdemryn and a playlist by @steves-strapcollection, written for @steddiebang

Summary: All Steve wants for the 2023 baseball season is for the media to leave him alone for once. His reputation is still suffering after he was caught last season in a very compromising position with one of his teammates, and he just wants to lay low and play a good season. A trip to the World Series wouldn't hurt either. A voice from his past has other plans, though.

Eddie hasn't been able to forget what the two of them had together when they were in high school, or his promise to Steve when they parted ways the summer after senior year: Someday I'll write a whole album for you. It's been a decade, and all the pieces are in place for Eddie to finally make good on that promise.

Steve is in for a roller coaster of a season.

Sneak peek under the cut

It’s around sunrise when he wakes with his alarm, properly this time, and he finds seven missed calls from Robin, and another text message from her. 

Call me. This is a PR call, not a bestie call. Get up.

So Steve calls his publicist, Robin Buckley, rather than his best friend Rob.

“Jesus, it’s about damn time,” she says by way of greeting.

“I just woke up, Rob. What do you want?”

“Eddie’s album came out today.”

Steve waits, but Robin doesn’t say anything else. “Okay? Why am I supposed to care? I haven’t spoken to Eddie Munson in almost ten years.”

“I need you to open Spotify and just. Look at the album art.”

“I don’t even remember what his fucking band is even called,” Steve lies, putting Robin on speaker, and then he thumbs his way through his apps to open Spotify. Pulling up the search feature, Steve taps in the name of Eddie’s band and right there, under recently released, is the new Corroded Coffin album.

Batter up!, it’s called. 

On the cover is Eddie Munson, looking just as wild as he did in high school and not a day older than he looked the last time Steve saw him. Eddie’s big, dark eyes are trained on the camera, and he’s got his body turned sideways. He is wearing a generic baseball uniform in blue and gray. He’s got a baseball bat positioned between strong thighs, sticking out from between his legs in an obscene suggestion of an erection. There are nails sticking out of the end of the bat and the album title is embossed on the barrel. Eddie’s hand, big and veiny, is gripped around the taper, a light gray sweatband on his wrist. He is either wearing an athletic cup underneath those fucking pants or he’s sporting some very real half chub action. What the hell.

“Jesus H. Christ. Is that… Robin, is that a number seven on his fucking wristband?” Steve asks flatly.

“That’s what you’re focusing on?”

Steve ignores her. He can’t focus on anything else. Not if he wants to keep his hard-won sanity. “We could always sue him.” “That would mean owning up to a lot,” Robin says carefully. “I listened to it, Steve. The lyrics aren’t subtle.”

[rererereiii-151]

first post on new art acc lezgooo!! im so normal about siffrin in stars and time

(speaking of which!! go play in stars and time by @insertdisc5 !! its a Very Good Game!!!!! so much charm to it!!!! yippeeee!!!!!)

[boabelboo]

sea, swallow me.

[marsalta]

Therefore you and me.

!!!FLASHING LIGHTS & COLD FEET ENDING!!!

[butchdykekondraki]

she apple on my eve till i drop the crown of thorns. i ignore the pain as i step on them to run to her. she is confused when i break down. i do not understand. i do not know why she has done this to us. she sobs. she says she just wanted to help. i don't believe her. i don't believe her when she says she loves me. i do not believe in her. i am sorry. i am so, so sorry.

[vagabondjourney]

can’t believe this is my first snufmin piece and it’s just them hanging out