#flustered s/o

[copepodkisser5000]

Sure, you've thought about owning a plushie of your f/o (if you don't have one already!)... now think about them owning a plushie of you!

You can't sleep without snuggling up to them? Well neither can they!

Imagine you make them a plushie of yourself for them to keep, if you're the type for crafts, and you give it to them for the times when you're separated. They message you saying how much better they sleep with at least a version of you to hold, even if it's not the real thing.

Maybe instead... you find out they already have one of you! Which they made themselves! No matter how good or bad the likeness is of you, you're certain they made it out of love, of course! <3 Perhaps you're impressed with their hidden talent of being able to sew. Perhaps you ask them to make themselves too, so you can play with the dolls of you both (✿◠‿◠)

[littlemissmanga]

A Man What Takes His Time

Pairing: Wrecker x Reader

w/c: 1621

Summary: You love the passion and exuberance that Wrecker brings to every aspect of his life. Including his love life with you. But every so often, you’d like to slow things down. When you try to explain that to him, he doesn’t quite understand. So you figure a little demonstration may help your man pick up what you’re putting down. Luckily Wrecker has always been a hands-on learner.

Rating: E. Minors DNI, 18+ only.

Warnings: Talk about sex, Implied intimacy, slight male nudity (chest/torso), teasing, dirty talk

a/n: I was thinking about how early in a relationship, Wrecker likely would just give his all 100% of the time and never hold back. How could he when you’re so amazing and he loves you so much? But I can also see him not understanding when his partner tried to explain why she may want to shift the mood to slow and passionate sometimes and feel bad about himself, thinking he wasn’t giving you what you wanted. And then the conversation wrote itself, and I worked out the rest to set it up. Hope you enjoy!

Song Reco: Guy What Takes His Time

Being with Wrecker was amazing. It was everything you ever wanted.

And sometimes, it was a little more than you wanted. Physically, at least.

Not that you couldn’t keep up with him. Honestly, there were times when Wrecker was the one keeping up in the bedroom. And he would never hurt you. He was far too careful about keeping his strength in check around you.

No, it was just that with too much frequency for your liking, Wrecker’s exuberance would overtake the mood.

You felt bad for even thinking that. Sex with Wrecker was … incredible. Intense. The feeling of his hands holding you so securely made you feel safe, precious, even as he stretched and filled you, pounding into you until you saw stars. It was like your pleasure was his single goal, and he pursued it with vigor, leaving you blissed out and mindlessly satisfied every time.

But you just wished that you could slow things down every once in a while. It was rare you two got much alone time at all. So when you raced toward the finish line when you had a few hours the other day left you feeling a bit sour afterward. And it made you realize that, while pleasurable, your encounters were all usually pretty quick.

Was it so wrong to want to indulge in your man?

That’s why, when you learned the others would be heading to the nearest trading outpost to pick up supplies, you steeled yourself to say something should the opportunity arise.

And sure enough, it did. You had just finished reorganizing the supply hold when you felt your lover’s firm arms snake around you and pull you flush against him.

“Hi pretty girl.” The rumble you felt through his chest almost sounded louder than the words in your ear. Giggling, you pushed back into him even further, placing your arms over his.

“Hey yourself.”

“You all done here?” he asked, his hands splaying out across your abdomen, claiming it.

“Yup!”

“Great!”

Never one to waste time on words, Wrecker picked you up with ease and hauled you backward into his bunk as you gave an undignified squeal. He bounced as he sat on his bed, bouncing you with him until you settled sideways on his lap. Before you could blink, his lips were on you, excited and demanding, as if his patience had finally run out.

It likely has.

You loved his enthusiasm. It was so easy to get lost in the genuine joy he had as he kissed you, touched you. It made you feel so … desired. It was heady and all consuming, a feeling you never wanted to lose. And for a moment, you considered holding your tongue.

But the nagging feeling of wanting to wring pleasure out of every moment you had together wouldn’t go away. Gently, you pushed back from him and took a steadying breath.

“Do you mind if we go a bit slower today?”

You weren’t sure exactly how Wrecker would react. But you probably should have expected the concerned look he gave you.

“Uh, yeah. Are you okay, Mesh’la? I didn’t push you, did I?”

Your stomach dropped at his subdued question. “No! No, baby, not at all! Sometimes it’s nice to change things up, ya know?”

The hand that had been resting on your hip came up to rub the back of his neck. “Not really. I like what we do. B-but I’m happy to try whatever ya want.”

Oh kriff, you were messing this up. “I love what we usually do, too! It’s just … I just … Ugh, I’m not explaining this right.” You sat in silence for a beat, trying and failing to put your desires into a coherent sentence. Clarity on how to move forward came slowly, but it did come eventually. “I have an idea. Do you trust me?”

“Of course, baby! Why d’ya even have to ask?”

“I wanna try something … and I need you to trust me, OK?”

His smile was so bright, despite the lingering uncertainty you could see in the way his hand still rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll always trust ya.”

Your smile grew to match his. “Then take your shirt off and lay down for me, big guy.”

“Heh, I can do that.”

Wrecker stripped off his upper blacks and settled back on the bed, sliding his hips until he was perfectly centered with you sitting at his side.

“OK, now close your eyes and keep them closed.” He raised his scarred eyebrow at you, smile still painted on his lips. “I mean it! Eyes closed and don’t open them.”

“Yes, ma’am!” he chirped cheekily.

You leaned across him to meet his lips with your own. Unlike under his lead earlier, you kept the kiss light despite his attempts to push forward.

“Shhh, Wreck. Relax.” You cooed at him, pushing back against his chest with the lightest touch until he was still once more. “Don’t move. Just focus on how I make you feel.”

You could see the frown tugging at his plush lips and you smirked before moving up to soothe the furrow of his brow with another gentle kiss.

“Focus on how my lips feel on your skin,” you instructed in a whisper, moving said lips across his forehead and down to his ear before catching the lobe on your teeth. His hiss sent a jolt of warm delight through your stomach to settle deliciously in your core.

Yes, this is what you had been craving.

“I like that I can take my time kissing you.” You let your voice drop into a sultry husk, breathing your words out and letting that breath tickle the shell of his ear. Satisfaction curled along the base of your spine as you caught a glimpse of his hands curling into the sheets beneath him.

“Thank you for staying so still for me. I know it’s hard, baby. But I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Your tongue darted out to swipe across the delicate skin just under his jaw with enough pressure to pull just so against the shadow of scruff there, indulging on his responding moan.

“You taste so good for me. I want you to focus on how it feels when I taste you.” You could feel his breathing hitch and his heart increase as you drag yourself down his chest. Enticed by the broad expanse of golden skin splayed out before you, your fingers dance along the contours of his muscles.

“Think about how my fingers feel running feather light across your chest.” You barely brush over the peaks of his nipples, earning you a sweet whimper from your lover.

You very much wanted to do it again, but you had a point to make. And you knew Wrecker would never listen if he was too worked up.

Swallowing the temptation, you sat back and ran your fingers down his stomach. “You feel so good under my hands, baby. So strong and warm. And I don’t get to touch you nearly enough. I always want more.”

You then move over to run your hands along the rivets of his hips before scraping your nails gently over the fabric of his blacks, imagining how good it would feel to have the soft skin of his muscled thighs under you right now.

“Can you feel how every single cell feels like it’s buzzing, like it’s about to explode?”

Wrecker’s eyes popped open, the look of wonder and understanding in them halting the admonishment on your tongue. Instead, you felt a gentle smile pulling at the corner of your mouth.

“I want to make you feel like that more. It’s fun to go fast sometimes. But if you do it every time, you don’t get to enjoy the path you’re on. Going slow like this,” you purr as you lean forward to blanket his torso with your body, eyes falling level right in front of his, “means you can enjoy the journey so much more. You can even stop to savor your favorite parts longer.”

With a mischievous smirk, you ran your fingers back up his torso to catch on his nipples once again, sending a violent shudder through him and causing his hips to jump. A satisfied giggle escaped you at the feel of his very hard length against your side.

Before you could think any more about how well he responded to your teasing, Wrecker’s hand wrapped firmly around the back of your neck and pulled you forward and into a kiss.

But unlike last time, Wrecker didn’t push into you. Instead, he kept the pressure just firmer than “too light” before you felt the decadent slide of his tongue along your bottom lip.

“I get it now. My smart girl explained it so good to me.”

You glowed with his praise. “Glad I could hel—!” Your words devolved into an embarrassing yelp and your eyes slammed shut in surprise as Wrecker wrapped his arm around your waist and flipped you to press you into the mattress. You suppressed a groan of your own, your core clenching around nothing at just how easily he could throw you around.

Your hips sought out his without conscious thought ... but found no relief. Your eyes opened, confused upon seeing Wrecker holding himself away from you.  

“Wrecker?” You questioned, bending your knee to rub your leg against his until his hand engulfed your thigh, holding you in place with a chuckle.

“Don’t worry, smart girl. I think I know just how to say thank you.”

You don’t know if teaching Wrecker the joys of taking his time in bed was your best decision or your worst. You may need another session to figure it out.

[fitzselfships]

What if we were lesbians. And we slow danced together 😳👉👈

Proshippers/adjacent dni. 100000 shark attack 🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

silly vampire costumes and their added benefits™️ (directly based on this)

[spaciebabie]

Hi hello I’m the one who sent that angsty Springtrap ask a while ago and I would like to know your favorite tropes because I may or may not have,,, made an ao3 acc.

MY favorite tropes??? 😳 honestly in regards 2 springtrap if hes in any amount of pain i enjoy it. a bit sadistic of me yes, but i hate him.

but on a more serious note, i enjoy most tropes when it comes ta him truly!! monster who only has a soft spot for the person of his affections? good. oooh the a fell first b fell harder trope is something i think would fit him too (where he falls harder). i dunno! theres a lot 2 think abt X3

uhhh i dont really think abt characters in tropes so im sorry if this wasnt helpful hgfhgfhgvkhkh

[chaoticfvckingdisaster]

Living with the rats and just stealing all of their clothes. Not even in like an inherently romantic way just like walking into the room wearing like marcus's pullover and one of chases flannels and a pair of bree's jeans and leo's hat and taking a sip out of adams mug

[wayfinderships]

Number 3 or 8 for the kissing meme with Sanji and Panchi? :D -@gideongrovel

@gideongrovel Hello Hello Gideon! Hope you're doing well!! :D I decided to go with Number 8 for this one! The Stubborn Idiots of all time <3

[alexpdcl]

ash/ace in the brain

[slashingdisneypasta]

Jim Bickerman x Reader || Excerpt

Plot: 🏕 🏕 Inspired by the fact that I think I'd become instantly pregnant if I saw him build a campfire 😅. 🏕🏕

Warnings: Sexual references and a stated 40 year age gap.

Tagging: @marinerainbow and @masqueradeball

You had gotten completely worked up watching Jim build the campfire. You asked of you could help earlier, and you did wander around collecting twigs for him but after that he made you sit down and 'relax' ("Jim- but- I wanna help- " "No no no thats alright sweet thing just siddown and watch ol Jimmy show you how its done, yeah?" Then he winked, and you plopped down in your seat, shaking your head at him but grinning. Whatever, fine, I can chill. Sceneries beautiful- you look good too- ). It was funny at first, him really thinking this was a 'move', but... holy shit it was not a joke anymore?? It worked??? You were turned on ? ? ?

You have got to learn not underestimate him at some point. Ever. Just because he's kind of nuts doesn't mean he doesn't still have those... forty-ish years on you 😶‍🌫️

Because something embarrassing has definitely been awoken in you watching this, setting your skin aflame as you stay very quiet curled up in your fold-out out chair, knees-close-to-your-chest and cool new hiking boots perched up on your seat, just watching in awkward aroused bafflement. You're trying to figure out what exactly it was, between him crouching over the pit and pulling the brim of his hat up away from his eyes, and arranging the logs, and stuffing dry leaves and grass further in the middle, that got you so hot! Was it when he pulled out the lighter from his jacket?? Oh boy-

Fire starts to lick out steadily from the middle of the pile built up of twigs and dry leaves and kindling, and Jim tugs his hat down again; grinning with pride. That look in his eyes that he always gets when he's Done something. Something he knows he might get in trouble for but, in his mind, is definitely worth the risk. You shake your head and look away, laughing silently- At him and at yourself. Mostly at yourself. You're such a jellyfish when it comes to that man grinning.

Oh man.

After a moment more of quiet between you two, the kind thats not awkward (You don't have to talk all the time, it's just nice to be near eachother), you turn back to him with a very firm, pointed look; Though theirs a grin of your own quirking at one corner of your mouth, the amusement and the - you know, - finding him unbearbly attractive thing, keeping you from being able to act actually annoyed. Also why would you?? You're kinda fond of him afterall. He makes a fake, knowing, 'whatever did I do this time??' kind of look back.

"... do you do that to all your unsuspecting dates Jim??"

... a slow, mischievous smirk spreads across his haggard face. "Aww now you and I both know I didn't needta pull out the big guns with you. Scored you fair and square, didn't I?"

'Scored'- my goodness, Jim. What am I? A claw machine toy? "So this was just sport to you, huh??" Turning me into soup. That's fun for this man?? Of course it is.

"Uhuh, yeh, pretty much."

"Jim!" You exclaimed then, jaw dropped and searching over the side of your chair for a twig or something to chuck at him while he raises his hands in surrender.

"Hey pumpkin I'm not claimin' I'm not, ahh.. prepared, to take you into that tent now and help ya take care of your little problem!~ "

That makes you laugh, giving up your search for something to throw and unfurling yourself from the fold-out chair. Thoughtfully you run a hand through your hair, cheeks hot. Of course he is prepared. You're alone in the woods together. This was coming.

On one hand... thats an enticing suggestion seeing as you can definitely feel your heart speeding up and the rest of your body feeling burning hot under his stare, but on the other...

"Oh!" Suddenly he's up and next to you, curling a cheeky arm around you and guiding you into him. But- but... Your eyes flicker from his to the fire, which has grown into a very steady campfire in the short time that you were talking. Both the fire and the look he is giving you are making you overheat and its the middle of fricken November/June. "... is that gonna be safe to leave alone?"

"Wh- oh... " The fact that for a moment Jim had no idea what you were talking about, having forgotten the raging flame right next to you both is dangerous, is a cute and funny reminder that while he is capable and thats immensely hot to you he is also a little crazy- and you like that too, honestly. He turns his head to look at the pit, looking vaguely concerned, and just uses his boot to shove one of the stones surrounding the fire closer into the circle; closing it in the wall slightly more securely. "Oh. Uh. Yeah, that'll be fine."

Wh- I- does he- he doesnt think thats going to cut it does he? My guy- "... thats- um- not as encouraging as you think,.. Are you sure?"

He shrugs, assessing the firepit still and not looking at you despite the close quarters he's still holding you in. "Oh sure, peanut." When he looks back at you again and sees the truly not-assured look on your face, Jim puts on what is his best, most reassuring smile (which is still disconserting but does remind you that he wouldnt let anything bad happen to you, at least). You see it and you believe it. You might be naive, you might be in love, but you believe it. You might be the only person in the world now who would. "Fire's not gettin' out with those rocks sealing it in, there. Trust me."

"Hmmm okay... "

"Besides," he chuckles, a nervous chuckle. "We'll definitely know if the forest catches fire." Oh lord- "Now- " Immediately Jim switches tact and squeezes you against him. Eek!- "We were rampin up to something peanut, why don't you tell me what that was?~"

The brim of his old hat brushes against your forehead you're so close, his hands both creeping around the back of your jeans and hooking themselves into your belt loops, and your own following his behind your back; hooking onto his sleeves in turn. "Oh right!- you wanted to help me out." You fake-recall, struggling not to snort and laugh.

"I did... " He nods slowly, a mischievous smug grin on his damn mug.

"... -was it with my taxes?"

"Darlin', get in the tent."

... God. Before you do, you lean in and peck a quick but lingering kiss on the corner of his mouth.

[netherdevil]

will literally throw up if anyone calls me feminine honorifics but if sanji does it i'm 100% okay with it for some reaso

[lake-archive]

And even more doodling

I might have enough coloring pencils for this one so maybe... I first doodle one more with Gentaro, then decide to color or not. Depends on how lazy I feel.

[toadallytickles]

you seem like an absolute dream to tickle!! <3

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP ‼️‼️‼️🤯

[fitzselfships]

Quick thing I doodled because I am mentally sick in the head *love you like a love song nightcore starts playing*

Proshippers/adjacent dni. 100000 shark attack 🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈

[whimsiloves]

Starting out as an amateur kisser but progressing to the point that it leaves your experienced f/o breathless like “damn bae I taught you a little too well.” 😳

[bee-ships]

Hey Wilson! Did you have any doubts or worries when adopting the kids with Whisper? Or was it relatively easy for you? --🐺🌲

"To be completely truthful, I did have my doubts. Keeping oneself alive is already a challenge here— the added responsibility of a child seemed too much. But... if we didn't look out for them, who would?"

"I think that is what caused her to grow so attached to them in the first place, and it would have been cruel to ask her to disregard her feelings. I am a man of science, but I am not heartless."

"I am grateful that it is not just the two of us.. it takes a village right? Heh.."

"They've grown on me. I wouldn't change a thing."

[one-winged-dirty-dreams]

For some fucking reason I cannot begin to comprehend, I imagine when Terra's darkness traits come while he's being horny, he calls me 'babe' almost really like... sarcastically? Like almost teasingly?

Because when he's like, normal regular Terra he'd be WAY too shy to say something like that.

And goddamn that's so HOT.