#i really do feel so fucking lucky that i have the best possible crew to work with

[ranger-kellyn]

ANYWAYS your boy got TWO bonuses at work this pay period i'm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 55)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (49) & Alexia Putellas x Character (15)

Masterlist (other parts here)

((**3.7k | All Alexia's POV | mentions of Jordan and Leah**))

Alexia had been wondering how she was on the plane. Why she was on the plane. Why she would possibly go to London. And then Ridley arrived and deep down Alexia didn’t want to admit it was because of her.

Her, Alexia Putellas Segura, Captain of Spain and Barcelona. World Cup winner. Ballon d’Or winner. All of the awards and accolades you could think of. Known for her dominance, her resilience, her unbridled passion and need to prove that she is one of the best. To push herself.

Somehow undone by the woman whose eyes were locked on her own. None of it made sense.

None of it.

Except that it did.

Jordan’s hand tightening around hers was the only thing that snapped her from her own mind.

“Is that Ridley?” Jordan asked, leaning over to see.

Ridley was talking to a flight attendant and out of politeness, turned her attention to him as they shared a hug and a short exchange. She really did know everybody.

When they were finished, she put her work bag on the ground and stepped forward to better see the foursome.

“I heard we had trouble in the front row.”

Blau rolled her eyes. “Riddles, what did you do?”

“And here I was thinking you’d be happy to see me, baby.” She squatted down and readjusted Blau’s straight, braced leg on her reclined chair. “Job came in last minute. I don’t need to fly, just a routine flight review so I thought, why not? Better?”

“Yeah, thanks. And how fortuitous.”

“What can I say? I’m a lucky gal.”

She stood in the aisle between them and that woody, spicy musk sent a warm, welcome shiver down Alexia’s spine.

“You’re lucky you made it in time.” Lucy teased.

“Firstly, where’s the excitement? Hi, Ridley! Nice to see you! Secondly, this assignment was last minute-”

“-you decide the assignments.” Blau cut off.

“And thirdly, I am not late. We’re waiting for our departure slot and I was using that time to get you all a surprise.”

“Is the surprise supposed to be you?” Jordan asked and Ridley tutted at her.

“You’re my next Voodoo doll, Nobbs.”

Alexia enjoyed the sight of everybody ganging up on her.

“Where’s Chiquito?”

“Making friends with Narla, I presume.”

“Where’s the surprise?” Lucy asked, earning her a slap but she persisted.

“Are we safe on this thing?” Jordan asked.

She looked over at Alexia and their eyes met before Ridley spotted her and Jordan holding hands. She raised an eyebrow, obviously amused.

“Yes, you are safe Nobbs. But I’m sure Alexia won’t mind holding your hand all flight.”

“I feel a lot safer with you here, actually.” Alexia felt Jordan’s hand ease its pressure on her own. “Can I try on your hat?”

Ridley audibly groaned. “No surprise for you all, then. The cabin crew can have them.”

Lucy perked up. “Was it food?”

Blau and Alexia exchanged an eye roll of a look that Alexia enjoyed. Of course that would excite Lucy.

“Perhaps. Regardless, offer rescinded.”

Lucy huffed and sat back in her seat with a pout, Blau lacing fingers with her with a grin.

“I’m off to see my victims for the day. Blue, call me if you need me.”

“Yes, mum.”

Ridley walked away and grabbed her bag, again talking to the flight attendant and handing him a few things. Both Alexia and Blau found themselves leaning into the aisle to try and see what, but Ridley spun and winked, knowing they’d be curious, and they didn’t catch a glimpse.

She understood what Jordan meant. She also felt a lot safer knowing that Ridley was there.

It was only a few minutes later when another announcement came through.

“Ladies and Gentleman, this is your Captain speaking. We now have a departure slot, and our chief pilot onboard with us. We will be starting up and pushing back in just over five minutes time. Again, apologies for the delay and cabin crew arm doors and cross-check.”

“Fucking ridiculous!” Alexia heard a man’s voice grunt in Catalan. She turned to see him up out of his seat and complaining to one of the flight attendants.

“Sir, please sit back down. We’re starting up soon.”

“I’ve never had a problem with this company before until today when we have a female first officer flying.”

“First officer Rivera is a very skilled pilo-”

“I don’t care, I want the man to fly. Go tell him.”

Alexia couldn’t believe it. But she also could. She’d been around sexism her whole life.

The cabin crew were unable to calm the man down and eventually one sighed and made their way to the flight deck. The man pushed his way up into first class and huffed impatiently.

To Alexia’s surprise, the female pilot came out instead of the Captain. She tried to reason with him in Catalan, but he seemed to just be offended by the fact that they’d sent a woman out.

“Just go get me that chief pilot of yours. The fighter pilot. He’ll be able to fly the fucking thing.”

Obviously the man hadn’t seen that Ridley was in fact, a female. To her credit, the first officer persisted politely.  Alexia was turned and watching the conversation, about to jump in when Ridley arrived and lightly tapped the woman’s shoulder, encouraging her to go back to the flight deck. She looked relieved but a little nervous.

Ridley leant in with a supportive smile. “It’s okay, this isn’t a part of your flight review. Head back and run your checklists.”

Ridley watched her go, and Alexia felt a little pang of jealousy as she did so. She turned back and stepped forward towards the man, her hip level with Alexia’s seat. She held a strong stance, arms behind her straight back, feet spread, and Alexia couldn’t help but notice the muscles through her white shirt. God, she looked good in a black tie. So good she could feel herself getting a little excit-

Jordan let go of her hand and spun as the man started attacking her in Catalan. Alexia knew she wasn’t as confident in the language and her heart strings pulled as she also turned to watch.

Ridley put one hand up in a gesture.

“Sir, I admit my Catalan is not good as yours so please, slow down, or choose another language. Spanish perhaps?”

She was doing so well to keep up with his quick speech and Alexia had to bite her tongue to not get involved.

He scoffed and continued to speak in Catalan. “You’re not even Spanish. Where is the chief pilot? Who are you?”

“I am the chief pilot. I’m not sure if you’re aware but women have been flying planes for a very long time. We’re as qualified and even more gentle on landings in my honest opinion.”

“You? A fighter pilot?”

“That’s correct.”

“When?”

“2011 to 2019.”

Over eight years…

“Where?”

“Australia.”

“You’re not even Spanish!”

“I will take the compliment that you didn’t recognise my accent.”

He grunted frustratedly. He was a man not getting his way. He could push and push but Ridley was a brick wall. Alexia saw her good hand bunching up tightly behind her back to nullify some of her anger.

“I don’t want a woman flying the plane. Tell the Captain to.”

“Unfortunately, her job is to fly. His is to monitor. Mine is to assess.”

“Well fucking change it.”

“That will not be happening today.”

She’d never seen Ridley like this before. So… diplomatic. This was career Ridley.

The man let loose a jumble of Catalan at her that even Alexia struggled to understand. His hands flew up in anger, his voice attracting attention.

Alexia couldn't take it anymore. She moved to stand and felt Ridley’s fingertips softly grip the flesh of her upper arm as if she were telling her to stop. As if she knew what she was about to do. It was her broken hand so only a few fingers were actually holding her, but it still calmed her. She relaxed into her seat and Ridley’s grip remained on her.

She looked at the messages written on her cast, including the one from Alexia.

Some things can’t be replaced, she’d written.

She’d been referring to her relationship with Blau, and Ridley had known that immediately. She’d said that to her the night in the bar when she returned her dad’s bracelet to her. She’d also said it when she’d returned the teddy she’d received from a young fan. Both she’d retrieved with violence. And both times she’d given her belongings back with the utmost gentleness.

Alexia had also drawn two flowers on her cast to make it look pretty. Ridley had been patient and her little smile was approval enough that she liked them.

“Stop. Now. You have two options right now, and only two.”

The man immediately shut up as he listened. Anybody would have with the command dominating her voice.

“You either sit back down and accept that a female will in fact be flying this planes, or you can do anything but, and I have you off-boarded, fined, and banned from this airline for lifetime, and from all aircraft for six months.”

She could no longer see the man but she could hear his mouth open and close.

“You have five seconds to decide. Make your choice.”

Alexia counted to five in her head and as soon as they were up, she spoke.

“Good choice. Now do not cause a disturbance again or you and I will have issue. My offer of ban you still stands until we land.”

She heard the man skulk away and Ridley stood watching him as he went.

“Any more issues, notify me immediately,” she murmured in Spanish one of the flight attendants. Ridley stepped back and only then did she release Alexia’s arm and she immediately wanted her touch to return. She craved it. Even in the alleyway as she’d squeezed her throat with her broken hand; tight enough so she couldn’t breathe but it had excited her more than any foreplay ever had. She’d not wanted her to let go then either, and yet she had.

Ridley squatted down near Alexia and gave her typical Ridley smirk.

“Did you plan on fighting him with words or fists, la Reina?” She asked in Spanish.

“I had a few things I wanted to say… besides, you’re the fighter here.”

“Perhaps you can tell me what those things are later. And I’d be more than happy to teach you…” She looked her up and down. “You’re fit enough. And we can protect your knee.”

We? Alexia felt hot all over. Teach her to fight? Thoughts of a sweaty, cocky Ridley were a turn on that made her have to collect herself before she spoke.

“Perhaps.”

“You still have your favour.”

“Something tells me you’d teach me without me using my favour.”

“Oh?” Her eyes lit up. Alexia could be cocky too. She tilted her head to study her, more than aware that the trio were in hearing range though trying to give them space. The fact that they wouldn’t understand the language made her want to keep flirting shamelessly. “Would you like to jump seat the take-off?”

“Jump seat?”

“In the flight deck with me.”

She turned to Jordan and spoke English. “Are you okay alone for take off?”

She pulled her headphones down. “Alone?”

“Lucy can sit with her,” Blau suggested.

“No, it’s okay. Stay with YFN, Luce, she needs you.” She turned back to Alexia. “I’ll be okay now that I know who’s up front.”

“Okay…”

Ridley stood and before Alexia could move, she’d leant forward to unclip her seatbelt and give her a smile.

“Right this way, la Reina.”

Blau gave her a wink as she went and Lucy looked disappointed that she’d missed out. Her attention quickly turned to Blau though as they leant their heads together, fingers tangled.

Alexia followed Ridley to the flight deck and couldn’t help studying her strong back through her shirt. She was taller than Alexia but not by much, just a few centimetres. With her demeanour though, it felt like much more.

The cabin crew gave her a smile as they passed by and entered the flight deck. It was both larger than she imagined and also more cramped at the same time.

“Friends, we have a guest joining us for take-off.”

They both turned and gave a hello, both grinning wide as they realised it was Alexia. She knew they’d ask for her autograph or photo but as of right now, they were being professional as they turned back to their checklists. Alexia and Ridley were standing so close due to there being not much room to stand in the doorway. Ridley smirked as she leant even closer, her musky, warm scent overwhelming Alexia and her eyes deep and the perfect proximity for her to fall into and just when she thought she’d kiss her… Ridley snapped the lock on the door beside them and pulled back. Cheeky.

Alexia mentally yelled to pull herself together. She was normally dominant. What was happening? It didn’t last long as Ridley’s hand found her hips and gently manoeuvred Alexia closer to the pilots as she folded down her jump seat and gestured to it.

Alexia sat and Ridley made quick work of her four-point harness, somehow easily even with her broken hand. Her dark, shaggy bob fell down and hid the cheek and sharp jawline Alexia was admiring as she leant over her. Ridley made sure to turn her head and catch her eye as she pulled it tight like it were bondage. Alexia gasped as the suddenness and Ridley enjoyed it.

The pilots were busy reading their checklists out loud when Ridley gently tucked Alexia’s blonde hair behind each of her ears simultaneously. She was right in front of her. Concentrating on her hair and not undressing her with her eyes. Just being gentle and attentive like she always was. She was so close. Alexia felt herself leaning forwards… and then the four point harness stopped her.

Ridley noticed and caught her eye, tutting at her.

“Now, now, la Reina. Are you going to behave?”

Alexia was well aware her breathing was ragged and so she didn’t speak, just nodded.

“Good girl.”

Those words did something to her.

Ridley took the headset off its hook and placed it over her ears, adjusting it until it was perfect and then pushing the microphone so close it touched her lips. Ridley’s thumb softly brushed over Alexia’s bottom lip as she did so and Alexia could feel her nipples harden. Her body was already hers.

Ridley leant back and gave a thumbs up as a question. Alexia responded with a thumbs up and Ridley sat back in her own jump seat, strapping herself in the same way. She heard the engines starting up as the pilots ran through their next checklist. Ridley put her headphones on and did a radio check.

“Scale of one to five, how well can you hear me?” Ridley spoke in English.

“Five.”

“Good. Same here. Now keep the microphone on your lips so we can hear you.”

She took out a clipboard and opened it, starting to write. When the checklist was complete, she spoke.

“Time for introductions. Alexia, this is Jon, and Bella. Jon, Bella, this is Alexia. You may know her from being the greatest female footballer who ever lived.”

“You know each other?” Bella asked.

“We do,” Alexia admitted.

“Are you okay for a photo after we’re cruising?” Jon asked.

Alexia agreed.

“Okay, quick run through from me, team, so we’re all on the same page. English only in the flight deck to avoid confusion. Alexia will be jump seating the take-off but not the landing for flight review purposes of course. I’ve already debriefed you two on the requirements for today. Just fly as per normal, do your checklists and make your decisions as you usually would. This isn’t a pass or fail, it’s a standard I make sure we’re meeting to ensure safety, conformity and if any improvements are needed.” She grinned. “Which they always are. Nothing will be perfect, and that’s okay.”

She turned to Alexia. “Alexia we have what’s known as a ‘sterile flight deck’ up to six thousand feet, which is our transition level. This means no unnecessary speaking unless it relates to the flight operations. For you and I, we won’t be speaking at all. I’ll let you know when it’s over and you may speak but only in English to avoid confusion. Aviation is an English-based profession. Until then you will be able to hear everything, and if you need me, just give me a shove. Happy?”

Alexia nodded. In control, Ridley. She loved it. Melted for it. And she knew she’d dream about it, and perhaps… no… definitely touch herself over it.

Ridley turned to Jon and Bella.

“Everybody else happy?”

They agreed as they went back to another checklist.

Alexia was overwhelmed by the flight deck. The amount of switches and dials were completely unbelievable, even reaching up over their heads. The panels were backlit with a beautiful green and she couldn’t help but watch everything they did. Everything they said. It was all in English, but she kept up well enough.

They established ‘push-back approval’ and a little tug came to push them backwards. She didn’t understand all of what ‘ATC’ were saying because it was so quick, but she got the gist of it as they worked. They taxied as instructed via certain phonetic alphabet letters and Ridley was patiently watching, every so often noting something down.

She got excited as they entered and lined up on the runway. There was something about it just so… magical. Defiant of all physics, it seemed. Suddenly kicking a ball felt so simple.

They received their take-off clearance for ‘OKABI ONE ROMEO’ and Alexia gripped her seatbelt as they were about to set thrust.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

Bella was flying, but it was Jon who pushed up the thrust levers. He pushed them half way, paused and then almost fully to the top.

“TOGA.”

“TOGA set.”

The increased speed quickly as they barrelled down the runway. She glanced at Ridley who looked calm, as if she’d done this a thousand times.

“80."

“Checked.”

“V1.” He said as he removed his hand from the thrust levers. “Rotate.”

Bella pulled back and they were suddenly climbing, all of the bumps from the runway disappearing to smooth air.

“Positive rate.”

“Gear up.”

“Gear up.” He repeated and selected the gear lever up.

Their detailed take-off continued, Ridley occasionally writing but mostly watching. They set autopilot to follow their flight route and suddenly she realised that it was one of the most exciting things she’d ever seen. And Ridley got to do it whenever she pleased. She couldn’t imagine the hard work it must have taken to get there.

As they passed their six-thousand feet ‘transition level’, Bella called “Transition” and Ridley finally spoke.

“Sterile flight deck ceased. Excellent departure, as always.”

They gave their thanks. “Okabi one ROMEO, hey?” Jon flashed a smile at Ridley.

Ridley rolled her eyes and said sarcastically. “Oh, what a coincidence.”

Still grinning, he turned back to fiddle around with a few more items.

“Romeo?” Alexia asked.

“My call sign from the air force.”

“Because your name starts with R? Phonetic alphabet?”

“Cute that you know that… and sure… let’s just say it’s because of that.”

Only then did Alexia realise it was probably because of her ability to chat people up. That twang of jealousy hit again as Ridley spoke. “Thoughts?”

She let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. “It was magical.”

“I’ll have to take you for a flight one day. Teach you how to fly a plane.”

“Really?”

“Why not? You looked excited for the entire take-off sequence.”

She didn’t realise Ridley had been watching her. She’d been so focussed on the take-off. “Did I…?”

“Your expressions betray you, la Reina. Shall we take a selfie and get you back to your seat? Let’s hope Nobbs is still okay.”

Alexia and Ridley took a selfie with the crew and she signed autographs for them before they left. There was another close but not unwelcome moment as Ridley reached for the door, their bodies brushing together.

As she returned to her seat, Ridley made sure Jordan was okay, and that Blau was comfortable before she left them again, Alexia watching as she went. The food service was quick, but they’d all had a small breakfast already and had agreed to not eat as they planned on having lunch together in London. Lucy was grumbling, obviously hungry and Blau did well to distract her with affection and promises of a lot of food and… condiments if Alexia had heard right.

Regardless of them not eating food, something was brought around to each of them. They were all confused as the flight attendants put their tray tables down and placed the little bowl in front of them.

She smiled when she saw what it was. Crema catalana. Like the one she and Ridley had shared in Valencia. She stared at it with a smile on her face and just as she went to take her first bite she heard Lucy.

“Argh, that was amazing.”

She looked over. She was already finished. Alexia shared a look with Blau and they chuckled.

“What am I going to do with you?” Blau asked.

“Are you done already?!” Jordan asked, shocked.

“This shouldn’t be a shock to you, Dory. Her hunger is never satiated.”

“Which hunger are you referring to, little one?” Lucy teased as she leant in for a small, soft kiss.

“Walking bruise, Luce.”

“Oh, I’m not touching you until you’re whole again.”

“Would you like to bet on that?” Now it was Blau’s turn to tease. “Because I’m very persuasive…”

Lucy groaned. Jordan made a sick sound.

“Keep it to yourselves, lovebirds.”

Blau chuckled and turned to Jordan. “Soooo is she coming to lunch?”

“I think so...”

“I’d bet on it.”

Alexia watched the conversation over her like a tennis match. “Who comes?”

“Leah.”

“Williamson?”

“Yeah.”

Ah, the England Captain. Alexia had met her before at events. She knew of her relationship history with Jordan and Lucy had filled her in on them trying to find a way to work towards each other again. It sounded cute. And their lunch seemed to be expanding.

“Is Ridley coming?” Jordan asked.

“Unsure… need to ask.” Blau admitted.

Watching Jordan’s face soften as she mentioned Leah, and also Blau and Lucy cuddling up as close as they could get without further injury, Alexia found that she was relaxing around this group of people. So much so, that she was ready to admit why she was on a plane to London. It was because of the little, warm group around her.

And also, it was because of Ridley.

[fhrlclln]

i think we need a part two to the rockstar! eddie x wife! reader, possibly where it left off but this time they’re gonna make a baby? ;)

rockstar! eddie x wife! reader

i absolutely adored writing this! the much needed part 2 is here!! here’s part 1

nsfw/smut under the cut

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this time in the munson household…

“the best sex i had?” eddie asks confusingly as the camera crew nodded, zooming into his face as he sat by the pool, cigar in hand and whiskey by his side. shirtless, tattoos covering his chest while his mullet was tied in a low ponytail. the scent of chlorine filling his nostrils as he relaxes himself after such a tiring week of non-stop music making for the next corroded coffin album and taking extra care of you nowadays. these past months being so hectic on the both of you. it was refreshing to get a weeks worth of stay at home vacation.

“thought i’d said that already. any sex with my fucking wife, man.” he shrugs, bored at such plain question. the camera man only says they know that but in specific detail.

“oh, you all are getting nosy as shit.” he scoffs and laughs at it as he blows out a smoke. he leans back on the chair, sighing as he smiles at it, every memory him making sweet love to you in his mind but one always sticks to him to this day. quite recently it was as well.

“well the best fucking sex is when you’re really determined. don’t wanna overshare but getting your wife pregnant is the best sex, you horny fucks.” he says, taking in the sun, smirking as he remembers it so vividly that he could get an hard-on shamelessly in front of the camera. not that his fans hadn’t seen it countlessly when you’re around the show.

it was after that filming when you told him about your desire of a little munson running around the big mansion. it never left his mind that you wanted a family with him. i mean, of course it was bound to happen. but he never felt so blessed that you’d want a kid with him, never in his life he’d imagine being a father. his dad was an asshole, he expected much he could turn like his dad but he vowed to never think of that way. he had you, he loves you, and he will do everything to get what you want.

and he’ll get you a fucking kid.

“you’d really wanna have little me’s and you’s, sweetheart?” he wraps his arms around your waist, hands resting on your belly as you perfume hit his nose making him sigh tiredly. you nodded, eyes focused on the eggs you were frying and the pancakes you were flipping as well as the crisp bacon cooking. felt like heaven to him right now.

“of course i do, eds.” you answered as he kissed your neck. “you think i wouldn’t?”

“well, i don’t fucking know, thought that this wouldn’t cross your mind since we’re so busy all the time that we wouldn’t have the capacity.” he counters, knowing you were also busy with keeping up your image. magazines, photo shoots, modeling and all for the fans. which he currently despises how his own fans are horny fuckers for you. you were basically a 90’s it girl now, rockstar wife that he’s so lucky to be with.

“oh, eddie.” you turned around, facing him as you wrap your arms around his neck. kissing his lips as he squeezes your ass. “having kids with you has always been on my mind since we married.”

“really?”

“mhm.” you nodded, kissing him again, slow and tender, no screaming or fighting, just pure bliss of the sweet moment. eddie melts tasting your strawberry glossed lips, his hand roamed up and down at the expanse of your lower back. your sundress so sheer that he could feel your skin. fueling his desire further.

“we could get started now, ey?” he teases, nibbling your lower lip as you let out a quiet moan when he descend down to kiss your neck, enticing you.

“but breakfast, eddie.” you whined, scolding him.

“but that’s what you want right now, isn’t it? me topping you up with my cum ‘til you get so round with my child.” he breaths out, pressing his covered bulge to your stomach. his black boxer shorts feeling tight around his crotch. you sighed at him, the damn man had a knack way of his words to get you riled up. honestly, you weren’t complaining but it was so hard to say no to him sometimes.

“eddie…”

“you’ll be fucking glowing as ever. i’ll take care of you the whole shitty 9 months, fuck you real good.” he smirks, lifting your sundress up until his hand met with your bare ass. you grew accustom to not wear panties most of the time, easy access it is for you.

“fuck you, i w-wanted to make breakfast— oh!” you gasped when he lifts you up by your waist, shutting the stoves quickly as he circles to place you gently on the marble counter of the kitchen. he grins boyishly making your heart thump remembering your highschool days with him. he still looks the same back then.

“fine.” you sigh at him as he greedily hikes up your sundress to reveal your glistening pussy. “but you better get me pregnant, munson. or else.”

“ooh, i’ll fill you up in no time.” he promises, shoving his boxers down. he was about to do his usual foreplay but you stopped him by his wrist. he looks up, feeling puzzled by your intrusion.

“just want it now, please.” you pleaded as he chuckles at that.

“you on the pill?” he asks warily.

“nope.” you answer, wiggling your hips to seduce him further as he pumps himself first, precum glistening the head as you eyed it hungrily, spreading your legs wider as he positions himself to your entrance. rubbing the tip of his cock on your clit for moisture as you breathlessly moaned at the pleasant feeling.

“fuck.” he breaths out as he pushes in, determined to make your wish come true. he sinks in blissfully, the heat of your cunt coating him with such ease. no matter how many times he gets to slide into you, it never tires him out how you were made for him. your cunt was made for his cock. bottoming out, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, letting out a mewl as he starts pumping in and out. teasing you relentlessly.

“put a baby in me, munson. pleaseee…” you begged, salivating at the thought of his cum in you. you wanted this as much as him. you wanted it so bad for so long, now was the time he has to give it to you.

“i will, baby. i will.” he promises, snapping his hips suddenly in such vigor that made you squirm and grip his shoulders hard. he pounds into you, every snap of his hips a promise that he’s fulfilling. so determined to get you knock up in the moment. you gasped, shuddered, moaned at every move his cock rubs inside you raw. you loved it, loved the look on his face. so serious as he kisses your now bare chest as you shove it down for him.

“these fucking breasts gonna swell up soon.” he groans, burying his face as he moves his head side to side, loving the feeling of your soft breasts on his face. you giggled as he grips your hips hard, fucking you with no will to stop. the kitchen is filled with the lewdness of wet skin slapping, groans and moans and breathless whispers of curses.

“gonna..” eddie starts, kissing you hard, tongue and all. “make you a mama, huh. gonna make you a mama. you like that?” he practically growls against your lips, feeling his release near seeing you mercilessly take in his brutal pace as you rubbed your swollen clit.

“yes, yes, yes— fuck! please, eddie!” you begged, eyes watering as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. one sharp thrust had you shuddering as the coil in your stomach exploded making you clamp hard around him.

“shit—“ eddie moans out, bottoming in to the hilt as he fills you up with spurts of his release. your wet walls clamping down on him hard as he grinds in as you sobbed at such wonderful feeling inside of you. he sighs, slumping a bit as the grip on his shoulder lessened, making you slump back against his chest tiredly.

“filled you up good, sweetheart?” he asks breathlessly, cupping your cheeks as he kisses your lips softly for the rough fucking.

“yeah.” you shakily nodded, feeling blissed out as ever. eddie smirks, rubbing your stomach, feeling a little giddy he’s gonna see it round and plump soon.

“now we wait.” he smiles making you smile tiredly. breakfast out of your mind.

and back to the present…

“that fucking sex was the best out of all, you horny shits.” he breathed out, done reminiscing about it. “i’m starting to fucking think you all just wanna hear how me and my wife fuck.” he chuckles, the camera man zooms out as you suddenly appeared with heat in your steps.

“eddie!” you sniffled, eddie immediately sits up, facing the teary eyed heavily pregnant you.

“baby! what happened?” he asks worriedly seeing you cry as you sat on his lap, burying your face in his neck as you held something in your hands. “did something go wrong, sweetheart? did you get hurt or is it the baby—“

“my shoes!” you sniffled. eddie waits as he caresses your back, knowing how sore you are from carrying the little rascal growing in your stomach. the whole media went crazy when they first found out you were 5 months pregnant after making a public view to the world. eddie was above happy everyone got to know about the munson family starting to expand.

“what about your shoes, baby?” he asks curiously as you shake your head, tossing the heels into the pool. he ignores those as you grumbled. emotion shifting.

“they don’t fucking fit me anymore and i don’t know why! my fucking stomach is already in the way, i couldn’t bend down and now my shoes don’t fit!” you sobbed as the camera man moves away from the scene as eddie gestured for privacy. he licks his lips to himself, knowing those damn hormones are poking at you for the past 8 months. he kisses your forehead as he wipes away your tears. a determination in his eyes, wanting you to feel relax as ever, knowing your literally carrying his child. he’s literally at your beck and call these few months.

“sweetheart, i’ll buy you another pair. don’t you fucking worry.”

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i love me husband rockstar eddie 🥹

[pandalorian36]

Izzy x (Genderneutral)Reader

Ed reveals the reason Izzy is always so grumpy and short tempered is because he got separated from you.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, knives/swords. Word count: 4655

Izzy stomps away from yet another shouting match muttering under his breath as he goes the rest of the crew staring after him in a state of shock. He had never yelled that much for something so little. Lucius had kissed Pete on the cheek and next thing Izzy was yelling and cursing about everything. “Well, that was intense.” Lucius nods agreeing with his partner just as Stede and Ed emerge onto deck “What the blazes was that all about?” Ed glances over at his first mate and Roach speaks up “Izzy snapped.”

Ed nods slightly “We heard that. Why?” Lucius glances at Pete “I kissed Pete on the cheek.” Stede looks shocked “Something so small? Really? We thought someone had broken the ship.” Ed looks confused a moment before looking up speaking quickly “What’s the date?”

“Sorry?”

“The date. Today. What is it?”

Lucius looks at the diary tucked under his arm “June 2nd possibly 3rd.” Ed, Ivan and Fang all exchange a look of understanding “June 3rd. I’ll go check on him.” Ed leaves the rest of the crew gathering around Ivan and Fang who clearly have the rest of the story. Stede pipes up “What happened June 3rd?" Ivan sighs shrugging “It was just over two years ago. We raided a merchant vessel, turned out to have a lot more weapons on board than we intended and was actually full of trained soldiers. We managed to set the ship a light and get back to the Queen Anne when the flames hit a gunpowder storage. Lucky our ship wasn’t damaged, but it caused a big confusion.”

He stops and Fang takes over the story “those that were on the main deck didn’t get injured, but it did confuse us enough that the merchant crew managed to take charge. Two of our crew where captured which did allow the rest to escape but Ed forbid us from going back. We now know one was killed but the second we don’t know. Their name was Y/N, they were Izzy’s. Partner? Lover? Companion? Actually, I’m not sure what they were but they were incredibly close, always had each other’s backs. God, forbid you threatened one of them the other was always close by. They were the only one who could best Izzy at swordplay,” he grins “Part from Stede.”

Ivan sighs “Before we lost Y/N, Izzy was actually pretty tolerable. He’s always had a temper and a tendency to threaten people, but Y/N could always calm them. Couldn’t help but like Y/N, don’t get me wrong they were a ruthless pirate, loyal to Ed and Izzy. Forgot to mention Y/N was Ed’s younger sibling, least we think so. Fiercely protective of each other.”

The whole crew remains silent taking the information in. Ed leans on the railing next to Izzy crossing his arms out over the water “I miss ‘em too Iz.”

“Fuck off Edward.”

“I just thought… Actually, don’t know what I thought.”

Izzy sighs shoulders sagging “Why couldn’t we go back?” Ed frowns staring out over the sea “I had to think of the crew. If we had gone back, you know none of us would of come away.” Ed clasps Izzy’s shoulder “Y/N probably would have some stupid motivational crap to say to ya but fraid all I got is they’re gone mate, not anything we can do about it. Just have to move on.” Ed walks away Stede falling into step beside him “You never mentioned you had a brother/sister?”

Ed shrugs slightly walking back into their cabin “Not something I like to talk about. They’re dead not anything can do about it.”

“Still, you must miss them. Where you close?” Ed sighs falling onto the sofa “Suppose we we’re close yea. Them and Izzy where the only two I ever trusted.” Stede sits on the edge of the sofa by Ed’s feet frowning “I’m sorry.” Ed shrugs “‘is alright. Sometimes feel guilty for it though. You know? I was captain, I ordered the raid and the burning of the ship.”

“It’s not your fault Ed,” Stede tries to sound reassuring patting his leg “I’m sure there was nothing you could have done.” Ed flips himself around, so his head is in Stedes lap letting him play with his hair “It’s not your fault.”

Izzy is still standing over the railing the ring usually safe around his neck scarf clasped between thumb and finger.

“Izzy.” Y/N hisses from the shadows pulling the first mate away from the crowds “What the fuck are you doing?” Y/N rolls their eyes “Playing crochet. What do you fucking think I’m doing. Captain Vance just turned up.”

“Shit.” Y/N snorts in response “My thoughts exactly. Come on.” The two make their way towards the docks using the back alleys both freezing when a deep gravelly voice echoes down the confined space making it seem louder “Well, well, well what do we have here? Israel Hands and Y/N Teach.” The two-freeze swearing colourfully before turning Izzy raising his sword and Y/N gripping a pistol tightly “What do you want Vance?”

Vance a large bulky man with scars decorating most of his skin the remainder coated in ink. “That’s Captain Vance to you dog.” Y/N scowls their grip on the pistol tightening as the flick the hammer ready to fire “What do you want Captain Vance?”

“I want to kill you two worthless lumps. You torched my ship.” Izzy smiles slightly “Only a little.” Vance seethes “A little. A little? You destroyed it.” Vance takes out two pistols readying them to fire “I would like to draw this out, make it painful and slow. Then watch as Black Beard finds your mutilated bodies. But unfortunately, I do not have that luxury. Still, you will at least be dead.” Y/N shoots first three shots echoing around the alley. Vance falls to the ground blood blossoming from his shoulder while his shots hit the wall sending bits of rock flying.

“Time to go.” Y/N grabs Izzy’s arm the two of them running full pelt from the alley as Vance swearing and spluttering lumbers back to his feet to give chase. Flying out into the busy street where a market is being held the two dodge between stalls skidding down another alley as Vance’s crew appear with their captain in the lead a bloodied cloth to his shoulder “FIND THEM.”

“We’ve got to get back to the ship!” Y/N turns to Izzy pausing when they both realise how close they have gotten in the small space. Izzy’s cheek heat while Y/N smirks “Am I making you uncomfortable Iz?” he shakes his head slightly making the latter chuckle pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before shooting him a wink “I’ll cause a distraction. You get Ed.”

Before Izzy can protest Y/N has leapt onto the closest stool selling jewellery grabbed a fistful of brightly coloured gems and started yelling at the top of their lungs “Captain Vance, I believe these colours would draw the attention away from that ass of a face you have. Although anyone would have to be blind before they even considered you attractive. Least you can fight… oh wait no you can’t. You’re just crap at everything aren’t you.”

Jumping from stall to stall and causing utter chaos in the midst Y/N runs deeper into town while Izzy runs back to the ship to get backup. The two of them may be the best swords on the Queen Anne but they’re also smart enough to know Captain Vance and his crew are not to be messed with. As Izzy reaches the ship as a large explosion shakes the docks a cloud of dust rising from deep inside the town. “What the fuck was that.” Ed appears on the gangplank while Izzy sighs shaking his head slightly “Who do you think?” they both say the same thing in unison “Y/N.”

As if they have been summoned Y/N comes skidding over the rooftop’s tiles falling to the floor before they topple to the ground in a heap when they jump on a barrel that is not secure “What the fuck did you do?” Izzy helps them to their feet “Caused a distraction. Captain Vance will no longer be a problem.” Ed snorts supporting Y/N’s other side as they walk onto the ship “Our worst enemy gone for good. Excellent work. Iz help ‘em get cleaned up gotta make sure we’re ready to go.”

Izzy helps Y/N limp to their cabin “Do I even want to know?” Y/N shrugs “Probably not. Got you something.” Out their pocket they take a simple diamond ring smiling proudly “It’s not real, and pretty sure it’s not even gold but for you.” Izzy takes it slipping it on the handkerchief around his neck “Where did you get it?”

Y/N starts removing their outer layers poking at a wound on their side while talking “Stole it. Its only temporary before I get you something better. Can’t have my man wearing second rate jewellery. But thought you needed something to show you were taken. Not that pirates care for such things. You don’t have to wear it; just thought I don’t know.” Izzy rolls his eyes clamping a hand over Y/Ns mouth to stop their rambling “I’ll wear it. Though we’ve already got tattoos can’t get much more permanent than that.” Y/N shrugs starting to clean their cut before Izzy takes over kneeling between their legs on the floor “Do you think we’ll be okay? With our profession and everything.”

The two stare into each other’s eyes a moment before Y/N closes the gap cupping Izzy’s face gently “We’re gonna be just fine.”

Izzy returns the ring to its rightful place. Y/N did in fact gift him much more most of it stolen but some of it actually bought, including the sword hanging at his side. He glances at the pale band of skin on his ring finger still visible despite two years, the ring that use to sit their long gone. Where he had no idea, but it felt like a stab to the chest every time he saw it was gone. Returning his gaze out over the sea he ignores the whispering crew behind him wishing he could go back and change the past and return Y/N Teach to his side.

Your P/O/V:

Shit. I duck into the nearest alley tugging my hood further forward as a group of navy officer’s marches past in perfect form. Breathing a sigh of relief when they pass, I push back my hood leaning against the wall. Finally free of that cramped cell and tattered clothing. Two years, eight months and three weeks spent in an British prison, it’s a relief to be free. Though wanted posters have started appearing around the docks with a reasonable reward.

Keeping to the shadows I head closer to the docks inspecting the ships currently docked. Taverns are the best place for gossip, and I have heard varying tales of my brother, which ones I believe I am not sure. Most people give me wary looks the heavy hood, leather and two swords crossed across my back and pistol holstered on my thigh don’t exactly scream friendly.

Finding a dingy tavern any member of the navy would avoid like the plague I step inside tossing a few coins on the counter “Rum.” The bartender an elderly man with multiple missing teeth and stringy hair pushes a glass across the counter “And information I imagine?” I smile into my drink “What do you know of Blackbeard?”

“Blackbeard? Queen Anne is under new captainage they was here last week. Not sure where Blackbeard ended up. Word is he’s gone soft sailing with some gentlemen pirate, though few believe those rumours.” I nod finishing my drink he refills it without my asking before moving along the bar to serve someone else. I sip this one leaning back against the bar, gentlemen pirate never heard of him before.

Finishing my second drink I stalk out the bar all I need is a ship. A small vessel catches my eye definitely pirate from the crew loading up supplies I watch from the shadows as they stumble about on deck. Not the most experienced of crew but they will have to all I need is the captain. Someone clears their throat behind me, and I turn “Shit.” The officer grins “Y/N Teach you are under arrest.” I sigh putting my hands in the air “Fine you caught me.” turning away for a second, I form a fist before spinning back catching the officer across the jaw sending him sprawling to the ground.

Taking of I run towards the tree line more shouts echoing behind, so much for a low profile. Several shots ring out as I start zig-zagging closer to the trees jumping over a stack of barrels and a wall before finally reaching the trees. “You are ordered to stop.” I grin speeding up as I enter the trees following a worn path deeper in land before taking a sharp turn back to the coast. Swinging myself up into the low branches I jump from tree to tree watching the navy officers below following my footprints “Where did they go?”

“They can’t be far.”

“Do we kill them?”

I jump to the next tree slowly making my way back to town. Jumping back to the ground I turn quickly when two men yelp. Drawing my sword, I turn lowering it when it is not soldiers. “You never saw me.” they both nod and I take off again reaching a small beach already inhabited. A group of pirates lounging around on the sand. “Captain?” I take a step back ready to run again when two men turn to answer the question: one an elaborately dressed blond who looks more gentleman than pirate the other. “Edward!?”

I would recognise that beard anywhere. I push back my hood taking several steps forward, his eyes widen in recognition “You’re not dead.” I snort “Not last I checked.” He runs over poking my chest then my cheek “You’re really not dead.” I roll my eyes punching him in the stomach making him grunt “Point taken.” I grin “That’s for leaving me behind.” He laughs the two of us colliding in a hug “Can’t believe you’re not dead.” I laugh “Sorry to disappoint.”

He shakes his head “What? No. Not what I meant. Shit. Izzy. Where’s Izzy? Stede where’s Izzy?” Stede the fancy blonde looks confused “Back on the ship. Why?” Ed grins grabbing my arm “Come on.” I dig my heels into the sand “Navy kinda after my head. Town is not a good idea.” Ed frowns only pausing a moment before resuming dragging me across the beach “Nope. Come on.” I manage to tug up my hood as we practically sprint to the ship I spotted earlier and up onto the deck.

“Izzy! Get your butt out here. Iz. Iz. Izzy.” Fang, Ivan, and Izzy all come running onto deck swords drawn “Edward what the hell is going… on?” I push back my hood Izzy’s sword falling to the ground “Look who’s not dead.”

“Y/N?” I smile slightly the rest of the crew disappearing my sole focus on Izzy. “I missed you Iz.” He steps forward still looking a little shell shocked “We thought you were dead.” I shrug slightly “Had a couple close calls but still here.” I smile my stomach tying in knots as I step closer “I can leave if…” I don’t get the chance to finish his body colliding with mine “Don’t. Don’t even.” I chuckle wrapping my arms around him “You really think I would leave Iz? Spent the last two years trying to get back to you.”

His grip tightens but I gently ease his face away from my neck cupping his face in one hand smiling softly “Missed you Iz.” He returns my smile the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly “You’re really here.” I nod leaning my forehead against his “I’m here.” I grin tracing the ring around his neck “Can’t believe you still have this. Which reminds me, this belongs to you.” I tug on the cord around my neck two identical silver bands with waves pressed into the metal. I take one of putting it back where it belongs on Izzy’s ring finger “I thought I lost it.” I shake my head “You left it on the side in our cabin when you helped with my stitches. I was going to return it after the raid and well you know the rest.”

My brother clears his throat the two of us pulling apart “Wait hang on. Izzy is capable of smiling?” I bite my lip leaning down to kiss Izzy’s cheek neither of us had ever been big on PDA, but I want to remind myself he’s real. Izzy scowls at the pirate who spoke making him laugh Ed steps forward before anything else can be said “Everybody. This is my little brother/sister Y/N.” Stede smiles brightly “Stede Bonnet its lovely to meet you.” I shake his hand tentatively shocked when Ed throws an arm around his shoulders smiling lovingly at the strange man “Reunion can wait we really need to get out here.”

We all turn our attention back to the docks where a large number of navy officers have gathered combing the docks from top to bottom. Stede nods “Right. Come along everyone, get the rest of those stores below pronto.” The ship is a flurry of activity as the gang plank is raised and the sails unfurled. I remain tense till we are well out into the open sea, Izzy joins me at the prow, and I move so I can wrap my arms around his waist head resting on his shoulder “So how long has Ed been like this?”

Izzy chuckles leaning forward against the railing my arms atop his “Fair while.” I close my eyes breathing in the sea air enjoying the light breeze that ruffles Izzy’s hair “I’m sorry.” I open my eyes confused. “I thought you were behind us. I should have checked, should have been there for you.” I move my arms so they are wrapped around his chest and waist “Iz there is nothing you could have done. I don’t blame you for what happened.”

“You should.” His voice sounds so small it breaks my heart “I don’t, and neither should you. none of us knew what would happen, pirating ain’t a career known for its safety. The only thing I couldn’t stand was the fact I never got to say goodbye or tell you how much I love you or how much you mean to me.” he turns so we are face to face tears staining his cheeks which I brush away gently “Because I do love you Israel hands. Time has not changed that.”

“I love you too.” His lips are hesitant at first as they brush against mine before I draw him closer with a hand cupping his cheek. “Swear we won’t leave each other’s side ever again.” I grin “Till death do us part right?” he nods lips twitching into a small smile “Till death do us part.” I kiss him again deeper this time running my fingers through his hair while his dig into the front of my shirt pulling the two of us closer together. “This better not be a dream.” I chuckle tracing the star then the swallow tattooed on his neck “I promise its real.”

We remain together ignoring the rest of the crew who stare and whisper while we return to our previous position watching the water lapping the front of the boat while catching up on two years of tales more so from him than me catching me up on the strange crew, he has found himself with. Finally, we exhaust most topics and Izzy sighs heavily “They will want to talk to you.” I smile “I won you over, reckon I can deal with this lot.” His smile grows slightly before returning to his neutral expression “Let’s get this over with then.” We turn making our way to the centre deck the crew trying and failing to hide their curiosity. Ed saunters over grinning “You both look insanely happy. Hey, you got your ring back.” Izzy nods slightly tracing the silver band while Ed throws an arm around my shoulders “Everyone this is Y/N. Y/N this is my new crew, well our crew.” He grins at Stede “Lucius, Pete, John, Jim, Frenchie, Olowande, Roach, Swede, and Frenchie. You already know Ivan and Fang.” I nod slightly in greeting.

Olo waves while Swede looks confused “I thought they were dead.” I smile slightly “Nope.” Ivan grins “Good to have ya back.” Ed chuckles while Stede clumsily walks over stuttering over his words “Well then, how about you tell us a bit about yourself. We talk things through as a crew on this vessel. And I know I would like to know a bit more about you.” I frown “What’s there to know? I’m good with a sword, spent the last two years in a British jail cell, anyone hurts Izzy or my brother, and they get a knife in the gut.” Stede nods looking slightly alarmed “Right well I was thinking more along the lines of your favourite colour? Or perhaps hobbies?”

Izzy makes a sort of choked cough noise while I bite back a laugh “Your new to this aren't you?.” Stede beams “Yes, realatively. Now Roach is our resident cook and doctor, Izzy is first mate, Buttons is normally at the helm and Lucius is my scribe. I’m sure you will find your place soon enough; do you have any particular skills you feel may benefit the group?” Ed laughs “You kidding? They’re strong, fast, agile. Excellent with a sword and daggers, spent half their time up in the bloody rigging. Though two years out of action may have effected that.”

I grin reaching for one of my swords “Want to test that theory, Edward?” he draws his own sword spinning it artistically “Alright N/N.” Izzy sighs grumbling “You won’t beat them Ed.” I block every blow I may have been locked up for two years but that didn’t stop me from training in any way I could keeping up arm strength and agility. My muscles strain slightly but I grin putting more weight into my blows before knocking my brother to the ground sword pointed to his chest “Fuck. Really thought I could win that.” Grinning I haul him back to his feet “Don’t feel too bad about its Eddy.”

He groans rolling his eyes “Not that fucking name again.” I laugh clapping him on the back “Only if you piss me off, I promise.” The rest of the crew are grinning broadly while Ed claps me on the shoulder “So two years in prison ay?” I shrug eyes darkening “Don’t want to talk about it.”

“When did you get out?” I sigh running my thumb over my blade before sheathing it “Three days ago. I got to the coast this morning. Then you know the rest.” His face softens slightly “I’m sorry N/N.” I shrug brushing him off “It’s in the past, nothing you could have done. Just drop it.” he nods returning to his usual self “Well you catch up on some rest. Iz?” he nods motioning with his head, I follow into a small cabin immaculately tidy. A bunk along one wall just big enough for two, a writing desk, two storage chests and a small window “I kept all your stuff. Never could bring myself to getting rid of it.”

I turn pulling him into a tight hug the both of us dropping our shields “Thought of you every day.” He chuckles kissing me gently “I didn’t handle you leaving well.” I smile tugging of my jacket and laying it over the chair also removing my swords and boots “Let me guess you returned to your grouchy side.” He rolls his eyes “I’m always grouchy.” Laughing I sit on the bed pulling him down on top “Yea, but you have a grouchy side and then your super grouchy side. I know you Iz and I would have acted the same way.”

He sighs the two of us laying comfortably on the bed. He starts tracing the tattoos on my arms stopping at the largest on my bicep. An anchor with rope wrapped around it and a compass behind. “I remember when you got that.” I grin “Ed was acting all high and mighty that he got a tattoo so I had to get one that was bigger.” Izzy chuckles continuing up to my shoulder before moving to my other arm focusing on the inside of my wrist an anchor with roses wrapped around it “I regretted not getting mine more visible.”

I grin tracing the back of his shoulder blade where his own tattoo is etched. “We could get another one?” he laughs “Hmm maybe.” I shift slightly my shirt riding up “What’s that?” I freeze tugging my shirt back down “It’s nothing.” Sitting up he pushes my shirt back eyes turning cold as he examines the lines wrapping around my sides scars left from all the times the navy tried to get information out of me “Turn over.”

“Iz, I don’t think.” “Turn over.” slowly I turn almost glad I can’t see his expression as his fingers ghost over the skin. “I’m going to fucking kill them.” I turn back grabbing his hands “I’m okay Iz. I was worth more alive than dead, but they gave up trying to get information after eight months. ” I try and smile failing when Izzy looks so broken “Is your entire back…” I shrug “I have no idea. Probably. Could only see a small portion in the mirror.” Sighing I turn and pull of my shirt Izzy he traces up along the back “Fucking hell Y/N.”

“How’s my tattoo?” his hands freeze a chocked laugh coming from him “Sorry, just trying to make light of this.” His arms wrap tightly around my waist “I should have been there to protect you.” I relax into his warmth turning around so we are face to face. “Okay here’s what’s going to happen. We are going to move on from this, you are going to stop beating yourself up. I don’t blame you for anything. Look at me Iz,” he meets my eyes and I smile “Now pull yourself together. Neither of us are good with this sappy crap we can leave that to Ed and whatever him and the weird blonde have going on.”

A grin slowly spreads across his face “I don’t know what I did to deserve you Y/N Teach.” I grin rolling my eyes playfully “I love you Izzy Hands.” His mouth collides with mine the two of us falling back into the bed “We ever bump into the navy I’m slaughtering them all.” I grin kissing him again “If it makes you feel better, I already killed the two who did it.” He snorts kissing my cheek “Helps a little.” He flops onto my chest while I run my fingers through his hair.

3rd person P/O/V:

Ed walks out onto deck frowning “Anyone seen Iz?” the rest of the crew look around confused. Where is the angry man of a first mate? “Pete, Ivan? No one has seen him?”

“Nope.” “No.”

“Frenchie go check his cabin.” Frenchie nods and disappears below deck knocking gently on the door before peeking inside. Y/N and Izzy are sprawled on the bed in a tangle of limbs both sleeping soundly. Hastily Frenchie shuts the door and makes his way back to the deck “Both asleep captain.” Ed laughs “Sleeping? Really?” Stede smiles warmly “Well they have both been through rather a lot. Let’s leave them rest for a bit.”

[strawhatkia]

sundress season.

INCLUDES ! 1610!miles and hobie brown x black!fem!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! they see you in a sundress for the first time

WARNINGS ! character and reader are not together...yet!,

WORD COUNT ! 0.6k

A/N ! the way this was suppose to be the whole spider crew plus miguel and i got tired not even half way through....this just gon be a lil tester but this is getting deleted and revamped later !

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— ☾⋆⁺₊🌻🖌✧ SPIDER-MILES !

i cannot fathom to you how flustered this boy gets on a regular day when y'all really not doing anything. the boy already really likes how you look in your regular uniform or just casual street clothes so when rio and jeff invite you over for the carne asada/cookout and you popped in a sundress of all things, he kinda doesn't know how to act.

oh, and his parents find it absolutely hilarious. this is really the time where him being jeff's son and aaron's nephew really shines through. he's awkward about it and can't seem to get through any of his sentences.

he really likes the way it fits you and the color compliments you well but he has such a hard time for like a good 30 minutes. eventually, aaron comes to save him and gives him a tip of going to get some drinks for the both of you and take you somewhere private to talk.

not to mention, his whole family thinks you two are too cute for words and takes every chance to mention how much of a good couple you two make. once you come back over to get something to eat, you are bombarded by multiple family members. miles is definitely nervously laughing to get through the embarrassment of all them making the most outlandish comments and gave up after the 4th tia said how lucky he is to have you.

— ☾⋆⁺₊🎸🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 ✧ HOBIE BROWN !

this is literally the world's boldest man ever, he truly don't give a fuck whose watching. you were actually in the middle of a block party when you were called to debrief about a mission. not to be bothered to put on your suit (especially since peter b. walks around in a pink robe of all things), you step through the portal in your sundress and sandals.

certainly not the first time hq has seen you out of uniform but the sundress has you grabbing compliments left and right from all the spider people present (even miguel, which was surprising). it would be hobie to see you last though. he was originally talking to pav who was rambling on about his recent date with gayatri again when he catches a glimpse of you pass by to go into the meeting room with miguel and jessica.

now in my eyes, hobie immediately tunes out of pav's conversation at once to focus all of his attention on you and makes the split decision to follow you in there. it's not like jessica will care enough to kick him out and he does not care what miguel has to say. quite frankly, the man only sees you at the moment and that doesn't even catch up to him until he's right in front of you.

then in the thickest accent possible, he flirts endlessly throughout the entire meeting. the man has no sense of personal space around his friends and it's only ten times worse with you. hanging off your shoulders, wrapping his long arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder while hugging from behind. you do your best to acknowledge, because ignoring him will not work and only make it worse, but to also get through the meeting.

it's easy to chalk it up as hobie being a physical person but there's only so much to explain the way he feels up on the material of the dress, making comments that make you feel like you're blushing and distract from whatever miguel was saying before he gave up and just told you to come in later. without hobie.

leaving the meeting was easier than staying in it but now you gotta deal with a very cocky spiderman that is doing his absolute best to talk you into coming back to his dimension. (pav is watching from a distance with a bag of popcorn, squealing over how many of his friends are having romance novel moments)

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[capn-twitchery]

hi this is @neathyingenue! your drawing of lt. grace and capt. twitchery was so dynamic and i would love to know more about their relationship if you'd like to share 👀

OHOHO rubs my hands together--you've activated my trap card >:3 (also thank you sm!! :D♥︎) SO-

short answer: their relationship is a complicated nightmare at best, and it changes a ton over time. they meet in weird circumstances, things stay weird for a long time, & they end up "together." what that means, i have no idea, bc i think they would die before they talked about it or said they were Actually Dating

long answer: they meet when twitch rescues a very nearly dead grace from the arctic. twitch thinks this poor guy looks very haunted, which is apparently interesting enough for them to reroute the entire ship so they have an extra couple months to hound him for secrets.

upon getting back to london, they want nothing more to do with eachother: twitch got all the secrets they could, grace wants to get far away from this weirdo, preferably as soon as possible, thanks

so they part ways, for a while. grace starts working with the constables (he thinks he can help people there. poor guy) they keep giving him the unwanted jobs: drag bodies back home, sort the paperwork, stand guard outside the cells because this new inmate is chatty and it's annoying everybody else and-oh, it's twitch. of course it is.

they get talking, since there's nothing else to do, and twitch is Very Persistent. they strike a deal: grace can use his connections to get twitch on the good side of the legal records, and in return, twitch will give him free zee trips when he needs it. twitch thinks this will be basically never, since grace has nothing going on, right? so they got the better end of this deal for sure-what do you mean he's on an unhinged revenge mission to murder a fucking master of the bazaar? oh, they have got to see this.

grace is too reluctant to zail himself, has no other contacts & doesn't know anything about the neath. twitch is his only real, consistent source, and they want to see & know everything about how it's going-- this is like the most interesting story in the world to them! so they're spending a lot of time together. a weird amount of time together, really, for two people who don't spend lots of time around any one person in particular.

and it's...kind of fun? sure, twitch is very unreliable, their weirdness is still offputting to grace, sometimes-- but less than it used to be. they're nicer than he gave them credit for, smarter, and their enthusiasm is infectious. and grace is very helpful, it turns out, and it's nice to have company in the captain's cabin, and making him smile instead of looking miserable all the time starts to feel kind of like an accomplishment, and- oh, no.

they both react to their feelings about as well as you would expect: ignore them! or in twitch's case, ask the ship's surgeon to surgically remove them (and get refused. cruel.) they both deny their feelings for a long time. it could never work anyway, right? they're far too different.

except, not really. grace later finishes nemesis, and after parting (somwhat bitterly) with twitch & a brief stint at the grand geode, he realises maybe the laws here fucking suck, actually--maybe he doesn't need to uphold them to help people. lucky for him, twitch has a hell of a rivalry with the admiralty & it's only a matter of time before they cross paths again. he deserts the admiralty in the midst of a naval battle, onto twitch's ship.

til i give either of them an ending, they stay together from that point--at least, as much as they want to. old habits die hard--twitch still likes zailing off to do weird shit, twitch is still a criminal, grace is very much not (more of a vigilante, i guess.) they still can't talk about what they are, they still clash sometimes. but they make it work! captain & (honorary) first mate.

(& twitch's crew breathe a sigh of relief. bc they've been waiting for their emotional brick wall of a captain to semi admit it for at least a year)

[creamsickle-writes]

Secrets: Vinsmoke Sanji x Roronoa Zoro (ZoSan)

Tags: Friends with benefits relationship between Zoro and Nami, body swap, morally dubious!Sanji, penetrative sex, oral sex, squirting, and switch!Zoro (kinda)

When Sanji first swapped bodies with Nami, he was elated. He experienced a euphoria he never thought possible; with a female body, he could stare at himself and feel a sense of joy he had never felt before. It was a weird sense of pride and happiness. 

But then Zoro had to ruin it. 

After the groups reunited, Zoro motioned Sanji over.

“C’mere,” The swordsman gruffly speaks, pulling Sanji by his suddenly delicate wrist once he was within grabbing distance.

“Quit being so rough!” Sanji barks, not wanting that idiot to bruise Nami’s delicate skin.

“Keep quiet, woman.” He hisses, dragging Sanji behind the laboratory, “And since when were you picky about how rough I am with you?”

Sanji tsks and snatches his hand away from Zoro, “What do you want-“

Zoro narrows his eyes, “Why are you wearing that shitty cook’s jacket? Didn’t I tell you to stop looking for his attention?”

Sanji opens his lips to speak, but Zoro slams his hand against the wall, leaning closer to Sanji. The chef’s face flushed when Zoro leaned in closer, speaking through his teeth.

“Damn woman,” he hissed, “You never listen to me…”

Sanji wants to say that Nami shouldn’t have to obey his barbaric demands and that a woman has her own agency and can do what she wants. But Zoro’s following words cause him to falter.

“You’re so lucky I love brats like you.”

Before Sanji can respond, Zoro’s lips are attacking his neck. Sanji’s legs go weak, and his brain short-circuits. 

What the fuck?

Sanji pushes Zoro away, his cheeks bright red as he clutches his chest.

“W-What do you think you’re doing?!”

Zoro smirks, “Punishing you for wearing his dumb jacket. What, playing hard to get today? You know I love when you do that…”

Zoro growls lowly before smashing his lips against Sanji’s (or rather Nami’s), and his body doesn’t know how to respond. His hands are awkwardly raised before him, fingertips hovering over Zoro’s chest. Meanwhile, Zoro’s hands unbutton the jacket, removing it from Sanji’s person and tossing it to the snowy ground.

As Zoro kissed him, Sanji remembered one thing: Zoro had fallen asleep during the explanation of what had happened to their bodies.

He must’ve genuinely thought he was Nami.

Zoro whispers into Sanji’s ear, “Not even kissing me back… and after we’ve been fucking like rabbits since the crew reunited…”

Sanji practically chokes on his spit.

Fucking? And like rabbits? He’s trying to figure it all out, wondering just how long Nami and Zoro have been a thing, but Zoro has other plans, shoving Nami’s bikini top out of the way, making Sanji’s new breasts fall out from the fabric.

“Let’s make this one quick.”

“W-Wait, I’m not N-!”

Sanji moans as Zoro leans down and takes one of his nipples into his mouth. His warm tongue sucks and swirls around the bud, his large, rough hands gripping Sanji’s waist.

Sanji tries to push him away, but his grip is firm, and he only laughs when resistance is presented.

“Stop it, you brute!” Sanji squeals in his feminine voice, but Zoro keeps sucking on his breast.

Sanji’s legs buckle and his chest tightens.

He can’t deny that it feels good; Nami’s nipples are much more sensitive than his own. And Zoro’s warm tongue stimulates him in all the best ways. As the green-haired man pleases him, he feels his panties grow wet. The feeling is strange, not something he’s used to with his new genitalia, but it’s so amazing, so unlike anything he’s ever felt before.

“Shut up,” Zoro growls, “You know you like it.”

Sanji’s throat dries. 

Okay, so apparently, Zoro and Nami have been jumping each other’s bones at least since a few weeks ago. But did he really talk to her like this? Was he so rough, so stoic all the time? Or is it because he thinks that he’s playing hard to get? Was this the kind of thing Nami liked?

Sanji’s thinking is cut short as Zoro’s hands reach for his jeans’ front buttons. 

The chef gulps as Zoro unbuttons them, his dark eyes watching closely. 

Zoro pulls the tight jeans and skimpy panties down to Sanji’s thighs, and the swordsman kneels before him, pressing wet kisses to his thighs. Sanji’s hand clasps over his mouth as the other man’s lips travel closer and closer to his crotch. 

Eventually, warm lips place a delicate kiss on his clit, and the chef moans as his cunt throbs. He never expected that a pussy could be so sensitive. 

Suddenly, he doesn’t want to stop the swordsman.

Zoro’s tongue flicks out from his lips, licking a stripe up his new slit. Sanji’s head tilts back against the laboratory’s walls, a familiar warmth trickling from his nose. 

Zoro glances up at him and chuckles, “You’re starting to look like that shitty cook.”

Sanji wipes his nose with the back of his arm. He squeals as Zoro suddenly latches onto his clit and begins to suck, his warm hands stroking his upper thigh.

Wow, this is what it felt like to be eaten out. 

Sanji was in absolute bliss, enjoying this new experience. 

It made him wonder what sex would feel like with this body. 

But as soon as he has that thought, he shuts it down. He couldn’t do this, not now and definitely not with Zoro. 

But… maybe he could enjoy the great head he was getting just a little bit longer.

Zoro’s tongue is sloppy, his movements hurried and passionate as he laps his slit. Sanji’s legs shake as he feels something bubbling up within him. Zoro coos quietly, pressing another kiss to his slit, “That’s it, cum for me.”

He resumes his assault, sucking and licking at Sanji’s swollen clit. The cook bites his lip as he attempts to keep quiet, but sounds still escape his lips as he approaches the edge.

“C-Cumming-“he gasps, “I-I’m-!”

Sanji’s vision blacks out momentarily as it hits him all at once. No longer is he worried about keeping quiet; he just lets his moans flow freely from his lips. His legs are quivering, and his chest feels tight as he attempts to catch his breath.

“Good girl,” Zoro chuckles, kissing his slit once more before standing up and ordering, “Put your hands against the wall and bend over.”

Sanji, too blissed out to care about any of the reservations he previously had, obeys Zoro’s words, presenting his pink pussy to the swordsman.

Zoro growls and uses his thumbs to spread Sanji’s lips apart. The cook whimpers as he feels his hole flutter around nothing, his pussy desperately needing something inside. He ached for Zoro; he needed him.

“Zoro,” Sanji whines, “Please-“

Zoro laughs before sliding his cock between Sanji’s legs, the head pressing against his throbbing clit. The green-haired man rocks his hips back and forth, grinding his shaft against the cook’s slick folds.

“You’re so wet today,” he chuckles, “Looks like I wasn’t the only one craving this, huh? Look at how your body reacts to me.”

“Mm-“Sanji turns his head back to face the swordsman as he prods at his wet hole, “Just put it in already-“

Zoro laughs before slamming in without warning. Sanji’s eyes roll back, and Zoro coos, “Oh, you’ve never made that face before. C’mere,” 

With one hand on Sanji’s hips, Zoro brings the other to take his jaw in hand, kissing him deeply. Sanji moans into it as Zoro hammers away, each thrust hitting him in all the right ways. 

“F-Fuck-“Sanji breathes out against his lips, “You fucking a-animal-“

Zoro gives a cocky smirk, pressing a quick kiss to Sanji’s lips, “Feels good?”

“Yes-“He drawls out, his nails dragging against the laboratory’s wall. “S-So, so good- Ngh-“

Sanji desperately reaches between his legs and rubs his clit quickly, his eyes crossing as the pleasure overwhelms him. Zoro kept thrusting his hips, skin slapping against skin echoing in the air. Their breath fans their faces as they lock eyes, lips dangerously close.

This sort of pleasure was overwhelming. Sanji had never felt this good before. A familiar tingling sensation snuck up on him.

“Cumming-!” Sanji squeals, his pussy constricting and throbbing before squirting all over Zoro. That causes the tanned man to stop for a moment before slowly thrusting in and out of the gushing hole. 

“Holy shit,” he says breathlessly, “You’ve… never done that before.”

Sanji whimpers pathetically before his legs buckle. Zoro pulls out and gently guides Sanji onto his knees, stroking his cock slowly as his other hand tucks Sanji’s lengthy hair behind his ear, “Shit, Nami, you’re so sensitive today-“

Sanji, with a shaky hand, reaches back to grab Zoro’s shaft, guiding it to his pussy, his voice wavering, “More-“

Zoro smugly smirks, and Sanji almost regrets being so desperate. He’s soiling Nami’s reputation as strong and unwavering, but damn it, it’s better than him in his own body begging for Zoro. And at this point, he can’t stop himself; his needy pussy is dripping onto the ground below, and it needs Zoro’s cock.

“Beg for- “

“Please-“Sanji interrupts, bumping his hips back against the blunt head of his cock, the tip slipping in, “Fuck me already, you damn brute! I need your cock!”

Zoro’s eyes are wide, surprised, “Goddamn, you never beg like th-“

Sanji makes a frustrated sound before bucking his hips, taking Zoro in one smooth motion. Zoro lets out a shocked grunt, his hands hovering over Sanji’s hips as he frantically fucks himself on Zoro’s cock. 

“S-Shit-“ Zoro groans, still shocked at Sanji’s eagerness. He watches, absolutely hypnotized by how his ass bounces against his dick. The swordsman simply leans back, admiring the view as Sanji lets out animalistic moans and squeaks below him. 

“So good, a-ah-!” Sanji drools, his nose beginning to bleed again as he works his hips back onto Zoro. His toes curl, and he mewls as his hands find themselves on his hips again. Though, to his surprise, they aren’t guiding him; they’re trying to get him to stop.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum-“Zoro’s voice breaks, “S-Slow down- I gotta pull out-!”

Sanji doesn’t listen; he just keeps fucking Zoro, his gigantic cock slamming into his furthest walls. 

“S-Shit, woman, stop-!” Zoro holds Sanji’s hips still, pulling his cock out just in time as hot spurts of cum decorate Sanji’s ass. 

Zoro’s left panting, his cheeks bright red as he looks down at the mess he’s made, with rings of cream built up around his base.

Sanji, mind clouded by lust, reaches back and slides him back inside. Zoro lets out a guttural moan, “They’re gonna ask where we are- fuck- let’s save it for later-“

Sanji knew he was asking for trouble, but he didn’t know how long he would be in Nami’s body. He had to take advantage.

“Just shut up- “Sanji whines, wriggling his hips, “We’re not done until I say we are-“

Zoro’s face up to his ears turns crimson, his eyes widened in shock, “Yes, ma’am.”

[mypookiebeardavyjones]

The "taking requests" was from like a year ago but I'll take anything NSFW for Davy jones 👀 it's so hard to find fics for him!

(A/N) I thousand percent agree! He only has three things in / reader on A03! Minors DNI! And under the cut we go!

DAVY JONES NSFW HCS

Right off the bat, the idea of sex for him is foreign. Not as a man, but as a monster.

He is by no means a virgin, laid with many in his life albeit when his curse arose and this octopus form took hold of his body… Not much people were attracted per say.

Even learning how to pleasure himself again was a pain. His claw arm useless, whilst his other a tendril on his pointer finger.

His penis probably took form as a mixture of tentacle and simply regular… Penis. It was long, with a less noticeable tip compared to a human’s and his girth gradually increased in size.

He also has, some control of it. No where near the amount he has in his tendril beard, but he can still make it squirm.

Which, speaking of-

Intating this type of interaction with Jones requires a stronger bond, a romantic one at that perhaps and if not, a lot of booze. But pray tell you’d best be lucky, because the captain would never allow himself to be a vulnerable drunk in front of his crew.

But if you did find your way into his severed heart, his sexual attraction to you would be something he’d try to hide away.

Yet until you would make the first move during a few kisses, that turned into something more.

With hesitance from him, possibly some from you, you daringly pushed forward (with consent) and some reassuring encouragement.

His body did not have a six pack, not in the conditions of this ship no. His body was more akin to dad bod, less muscle gun show and more body.

His grip on you with his tentacled hand would have its longer tentacle finger swirling around your waist, with the human digits clawing into your skin.

The tendrils all over your upper body, caressing your chest. Slimy coats of it remaining too. Granted, every touch of him was.

…

He gives really good head.

Mind boggling, toe-curling levels of head. He’s very good at what he does, his kisses on your thighs and the feeling of his slimy tendrils wrapping around and teasing you endlessly,

As his tongue hungrily devours you with a few tendrils edging your weak spots… God, he would make you see stars with that mouth.

He knows exactly where to lick, where to please, and he will gently hold you down with his crab claw as he fingers you with his regular fingers before fucking you raw with the tentacle on his pointer.

He likes to see you eyes roll back as it’s inserted each time, he doesn’t have to do much to make you cum with it. As he watches you try to ride it, he has it squirm, before pumping deeper and deeper till it reaches the g-spot.

He is a HUGE tease

Nothing he knows you can’t handle but, but he likes taunting and teasing you so badly.

At the end of it all, he’ll give praise.

He’s more dominant, but he’ll allow you to ride him. He likes seeing you do so from his angle.

He prefers positions from behind, makes him feel in control. He likes hearing the vulgar sounds of him pounding him you raw and deep.

His favorite position, is the downward doggy.

Him inside you is an ethereal experience, he can have his cock brush against the pleasure walls in you. While also touching the g-spot, pleasurable the max.

(a/n: There’s probably more but that’s all I can think of for now! Thank you all :)!)

[quinloki]

Age play, blood play, mfm for Marco, Thatch, and Sabo pls

Alright, we're going to do this one by Kink.

MFM, Blood play, Age Play.

I want to note two things before I go into this: I know almost nothing first hand about age play, and just spent the last 20 minutes reading up on it via a few sources I trust. I'm going to do My Best <3 but I apologize if I get something wrong.

Second Note: Honestly, I shouldn't have to say this, but in the lesser known kinks I feel compelled - if you're going to come into reblogs and chat being a fuck about someone else's style of consenting adults kinky times, I will block you in as many ways as I can.

If you're particularly unlucky, I will bury you publicly.

If any kink mentioned in these asks isn't your vibe just - move. along.

MFM - Threesome involving two straight guys and a straight girl because the guys don't interact (so I'm assuming straightness, otherwise why would you let a whole human body alone like that?)

Marco - Sure - A lot like Shanks, this man has spent almost his entire life as a pirate and on a pirate ship. Marco is pretty open to just about anything, but he's so laid back that nothing really comes across as enthusiasm. There's plenty he is enthusiastic about, but I think the damper on this situation would be in only giving attention to one of two available partners. He's all for following the boundaries of the session, don't misunderstand, but those bedroom eyes of his can admire a full range of people.

Thatch - Yes - Look, Thatch is here for a good time, and he's all in for the parameters provided, why not? It makes everyone else comfortable and he can make breakfast for three in the next morning just as easily as two. He'd be less inclined to invite someone in between him and his partner, but joining in with another couple is fine in his book. (Thatch, I feel, is not lucky in love xD So he can be pretty soundly in the "not-sharing" category when he gets into any kind of relationship.)

Sabo - Rather Not - It's not that Sabo's a stick in the mud or anything like that, but he is a bit of a control freak. He's also a little shy outside of an established relationship, and not very good at sharing when he's in an established relationship. Sex is also a vulnerable activity, never mind the emotional and physical vulnerability, but also tactically - and he's got a lot on his shoulders already. There's too many variables, and for better or worse, I don't think he's interested in much of any kind of group setting. A polycule sure - something established and vetted is something I could see for him.

Blood Play - A risky form of edge-play. Please, please, please practice this as safely as possible. (Also, I swear I do head canon some characters being for this kink, just not really any of these people XD - sorry!)

Marco - Sure - There's that continued "it's hard to get enthusiasm out of Marco" again, but in this case, it's a sure because Marco is Marco. There's a lot of risk with Blood Play (unless we're talking menstrual (well, there's still risk there, but differently)), but between his profession and his devil fruit, he's just about the absolute safest partner you could have for this particular kink. He's not much of a sadist though, and honestly I think he'd prefer to be the one getting cut than the other way around - but only if it's something that gets you off.

Thatch - I dunno - Thatch is, to me, kind of squeamish about blood. In battle it doesn't get to him, in the kitchen, it actually kind of does. He manages to deal with it well enough that only maybe a couple crew mates know about it. Blood belongs inside the body, and that's his stance on it. He's not going to pass out or hurl, but Thatch knows how to do two things with knives - cut food, and, well, cut people.

And how he does both aren't techniques he's comfortable using on you. You could maybe bring him around with Marco's assistance, but I can't see Marco helping since he'd definitely know about Thatch's mild squeamishness.

Sabo - Yes and No - Sabo has, to me, a bit of madness in him. I mean, he's been through a lot, and I think there's a lot of extra risk in blood play with him. I feel like it would trigger bad memories, and I feel like he would be all for trying it. It's a kink of control, and there's an intimacy to it no matter how you go about it. So he would want to, carefully, try it. It might not be the first time, or the second, but at some point I think the light would flicker across that crimson liquid in the "right" (wrong) way and if everyone is lucky, the knife is buried in the wall, and no one gets hurt.

Age Play - Consenting adults role-playing as a different age.

(psst, hey, not all kinks are sexual and a lot of BDSM is actually not sexually motivated! -- I say this as a very sexually motivated human, if I can understand it, <3 so can you <3 )

Marco - FUCK Yes - Marco's actually a little enthusiastic about this because it's new to him. You lay everything out for him, and spend a few hours educating him and going over the finer points. He's attentive, ready, and willing. It's pretty chill for both of you, and honestly it's become a good way to bond, and stress relieve together. Thatch probably teases him at some point that he's treating you more like he's your father, and not your lover, but the two of you just laugh about it. It's a sweet little shared secret between you.

Thatch - Starts as a I guess, moves to a Yes - It takes Thatch a little while to really understand the assignment, but the more you explain, and the more you spend trying, the more he gets into it. It is a nice change of pace from the normal rhythm of the day to day of the ship, and he shifts around in the different kinds of roles pretty often. You two played tag one time and it ended up being half the crew playing as well before it was all over and done with. Though, no one else really understood why you were both acting child-like, but that just for the two of you anyway.

Sabo - I guess/Sure - There's just so much muck around Sabo's childhood and his concepts of family that I think this would be more a can of worms than anything good. He'll try, a few different ways, and a few different times, but younger play would make him sad for reasons he doesn't understand (until his memory comes back), and older play would make him angry for reasons he doesn't understand.

Given time he could probably come into a full Yes, but he's gonna need therapy to unravel those memory traumas and family issues first.

I honestly feel like I learned more about myself than these One Piece characters with this particular ask, but that's life sometimes XD <3

Kinky One Piece Head Canon

[smuttyfang]

Nines Rodriguez, Training Day

"I really love these! Do you think you could do a NSFW Nines Scenario? :3"

Words: 1,840

You were glad that Nines had decided to help you. Really fucking glad.

Luckily, Nines seemed to care for you enough to train you personally despite being so busy and having so much to deal with. It was hard not to think about how lucky you were that he had saved you that night from being torn apart by those Sabbat assholes. You still remembered the whole scene with perfect clarity.

Using the last of your blood, you realized you were spent. You didn't have the strength to use any more of your disciplines. One of the Sabbat used Celerity to rush toward you, using his body to shove you to the ground as hard as possible. He stood, watching you writhe on the ground. Desperately, you tried to use any bit of blood to do even the slightest movement to get yourself up, but it was useless.

'"Stop fucking trying. You're done for." The Sabbat had jumped you in an alleyway out of nowhere. Smacking your head with a bat, your head was left pounding and bleeding.

"What.. the hell was that for!?" You screamed at them. One of them stepped on your chest hard, shoving you into the ground. Your skin scraped over the concrete with force, feeling like it was ripping apart.

"You've been on your own too long. We don't like it." He shoved on your chest again, grinding with his boot. "You're either with us, or you're against us, bitch."

"I ain't taking sides. I'm on my own. Fuck off." You had refused to take sides in this stupid war between the Camarilla, Anarchs, and Sabbat. In your eyes, it was no concern of yours. You had been on your own and doing your own thing ever since you had been turned. Why would you choose sides now? You weren't going to play politics. You didn't even mean to stay in this awful city for as long as you already had.

"Against us then." One of the others said, to the one you assumed was leading the small group. The third one just laughed. "You're coming with me, we will have fun ripping you apart limb from limb." He removed his foot and bent over to pick up your body. Before you knew it, there was a splatter of blood and a gun shot. The vampire hissed, holding his head while his power was used to slowly close the wound in his head. A voice spoke out from the dark to your left.

"Leave." You could sense it was another kindred, but you kept your eyes trained on the one currently trying to kill you. He moved slightly away from you toward the voice. You thought it would be best to stay down and see what happened, as there were two other Sabbat still watching you. The voice spoke out again. "You know how this will end. Piss off." It was like the whole mood shifted, and there was sudden fear in the air. You could practically smell it on them. The Sabbat just grunted and took off without so much as a word. You sighed at how exhausted you were. The kindred who had frightened them approached you, offering his hand to help you up.

"What, are you going to kill me now?" You asked. Finally you got to get a good look at him. He was dark haired and blue eyed. Wearing a tank top and an unbuttoned blue shirt. Quite handsome, you had to admit.

"No, or you'd have been dead already." He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Fair enough." You took his hand, letting him pull you up from the pavement. "So.. thanks for saving me. I was spent."

"I could tell. I watched you for a while." He crossed his arms. "Should really own a gun. Still useful sometimes." You rolled your eyes.

"I ain't one for all of that. I'm getting out of this shit city before I get killed." You began to walk off. "Thank you for the help, stranger." He grabbed your arm and stopped you.

"Hang on a minute." He put his hands in his pockets. "My crew has been watching you for a while. You've got a lot of guts, not to mention attitude. We need you." You couldn't help but sarcastically laugh in his face.

"Another fucking faction? Is that why you saved me, seriously?" You began walking away again, feeling pure anger toward the whole damn city for everyone having their own agenda they try to use others for. But before you got very far, he said a few simple words that changed your mind.

"No. You just remind me of myself."

And somehow, despite being determined to leave the city that night, he had convinced you to join the Anarchs. You decided it was just best to go along with it for now, since he had done you the favor of saving your un-life. Plus you could always learn something new from him.

And boy, was he teaching you. After the incident, you honestly could see during his training that you didn't have the foggiest idea of how useful and necessary and guns were at this time of the century. You had mostly stuck to training with guns, since you weren't too bad at hand to hand fighting already.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, he came up behind you, handing you a small caliber pistol.

"Now, show me how you would shoot. I'm not gonna make fun, there's some tricks to it not everyone knows." You took his word for it and went into an awkward stance, holding the gun outward. It didn't feel right at all, and you knew it wasn't. But, you've never known guns until now.

"I don't have a clue what I'm doing. I think you will just have to show me most everything about guns." It's not that you didn't want to learn, guns were just something you had never really had your hands on at any point in your life. You needed to know how to use them though, now more than ever before.

"Turn your body to the side a little, make yourself a smaller target." You turned your body to the side, holding the pistol straight out in front of you. "It's helpful for hand to hand but also for shooting. Just make yourself as small as possible." Nines walked to the gun rack, grabbing a much larger double barrel shotgun. "Do the same with this one. Turn to the side." You did just that. Nines shook his head slightly.

"I know these bigger guns are much more awkward to hold and handle. But you never know when you might have to use one. Let me show you where and how your hands should be." He came close to you, his body was pressing against yours. It felt a little deliberate, but you didn't want to get your hopes up about anything. You realized that passion was not even secondary to kindred since you had turned. It was barely an afterthought to a lot of them. His hand gripped yours, sliding them into the position they needed to be in. His hand felt like it lingered on yours before he eventually let go.

"Thanks.." You could feel your frustration rising. You knew there was no comparing sex to the pleasure of blood. But something about Nines just made you desire him. Maybe it was the strangely charming way he talked. Maybe it was his drive and passion. Maybe it was his appearance, especially those eyes..

"Hey, you listening?" He asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. He was now standing in front of you with his hands on his hips.

"Sorry, what? I was thinking of other things." He shook his head.

"Focus, we don't have a lot of time." You nodded, trying to push those thoughts away. He put his hands up in a fighting stance. "Put 'em up. I know you can fight decently enough, but we will see if there's anything I could show you that might help." Putting your hands up in the most comfortable way for you, you adjusted your body in your favorite stance. Nines nodded his head. "That's good. You're covering your face and holding your fists tight." He buckled and braced himself. "Come at me with a punch. You won't hurt me. Just want to feel how hard you can hit." You really wanted to show him up a little and show him you know what you're doing when it comes to fighting.

"Alright.." You took a breath in, lunging at him with your fist. However, you attempted to throw him off by sweeping his legs and knocking him over. It was almost as if he expected it, and he stood his ground against your kick. He let out a growl from deep in his chest and hooked your leg with his own, flipping you over onto your ass instead. You felt defeated, and slightly pissed off. "Fucks sake.." You stood up, slamming your fists into the floor from anger.

"I like that anger." He laughed. It somewhat felt like he was mocking you. You lunged toward him once more as quickly as you could, pushing him against the closest wall. Grunting at you, he retaliated by shoving you into the opposite wall. "Nice try."

"You're good." You breathed out heavily. He didn't move away from you and kept you pressed against the wall.

"Try and get away." He demanded. His voice had turned dark, making you feel something so strongly deep inside of yourself. It felt hot, like your undead body had suddenly lit up in flames.

"What if I don't want to escape?" You stared into his eyes. You couldn't understand how his eyes looked so bright and full of light when he was technically dead.

"Pretend I'm a bad guy." His grip on you still did not loosen.

"I guess I lost, then." You grinned. Nines smiled at you, knowing how stubborn you were and that you would normally never admit defeat to anyone. "I am fine being here for a little while with the 'bad guy'."

"Then stay there." Nines pushed his body even more into yours as close as he could get it, pushing his lips against yours. There was no sweetness behind it, no romance. It only felt like passion and years of frustration coming to a head. His hands traveled all over your body, gripping your hips and then your face, back down to your sides. You pushed on him, trying to find somewhere to lead him so that you could lie down on top of him. He flipped you, pushing you instead and leading you to a dusty old couch beside of a window. He nudged you down, making you fall onto it. Dust particles flew out from it. He quickly closed the distance, climbing on top of you and holding your hands down above your head. Darkly, he glared into your eyes. "I said, stay there.”

Link to the original post on AO3.

[soggywert]

Top Gun: Maverick hcs that live in my head rent free (based off of imos and me and my life) Pt 4

you heard it here and now folks, it’s part 4! I have more commitment to this series than to my homework. yall are lucky af

- mav can and will flirt with anyone in any given situation; he will give petnames out the more the other reacts (cyclone getting pressed being called honey)

- maverick has a favourite spoon he always uses to eat  breakfast with. it is patterned, and is from the last set he received from his parents before they passed. it means a lot to him, so if you use it, he’ll state: ‘that’s my spoon’ and then proceed to stare at you for the rest of the day. only ice knows this. everyone else just comments on not to use that spoon or else.

- the spoon has made him superstitious, so if he cannot use it for breakfast (when he does have breakfast...) it instantly means that he will have a shit day.

- maverick is usually a black coffee guy. straight black coffee. most mornings? just that. sometimes a proper meal if ice or roos nags enough, but mainly just coffee. ice has either an iced coffee (wow aren’t i original) or a latte.

- maverick, after showers, uses his towel to do his hair up to dry it quicker. his hair is too short for that, but he’s been doing to long enough that it’s too awkward to tell him that it won’t work it’s also just funny to see him walk out of a door with a towel wrapped around his head like if he had just come from a salon

- phoenix is everyone's best friend. if you don’t like her; you’re a walking target and that one is on you. she’s a fucking queen and y’all can’t tell me different.

- phoenix is also a great therapist friend, though, sometimes you gotta just give her a hug so she’s reminded that you’re just as there for her as she is you.

- hangman has dyslexia, but is too good at masking it until it comes to writing reports on paper. it’s his worst nightmare, so he usually gets help from rooster by saying what he is thinking and rooster helps write down the important parts for hangman to write on his own

- iceman is a sucker for romance novels and picks up random quotes in them to write on a piece of paper for mav to find, read and collect (based off of a hc @justmiilo made with our ocs)

- mav loves animals; he will be at a party and only hang out with the pet there; he will be dragged around by ice or goose to meet people, before departing back to the pet - loves dogs frfr

- ice is a cat person ice has said: “honestly i am more of a cat boy” the rest of the juniors trying not to cackle: youre a cat boy??

- rooster got mav high once and gave him a flipping heart attack (not actually) mav: bradley is this how im supposed to be feeling i dont know if ive hit right rooster: chill man just relax, youre gonna give yourself a heart attack mav, now really panicking: im gonna have a heart attack???? rooster: no thats not what i- mav: UN-HIGH ME RIGHT NOW BRADLEY PLEA-

- Mav is banned from most public spaces especially train stations. very specific, but he’s made it a thing that he has to get banned from as many stations as possible

- ice and mav cuddling includes mav squaring up to be the big spoon but then melting in ice’s arms when he gets to be little spoon

- mav loves captain jack harkness from doctor who/ torchwood

- hangman complains about when he kisses rooster, his moustache gets in the way, but secretly, he doesnt mind it

- ice took mav to a wine couple art class (based off of the idea that ice can draw from my other hcs) and mav drank the wine while ice did the art

- mav helped bob get out of his comfort zone, to start not wearing a shirt around the beach (based off of the trans!mav and trans!bob hcs) so now they go visit the beach together sometimes to help grow each others confidence (like if mav needs anymore). theyve both had top surgery so

- goose has had a soccer phase, and would make the crew go into teams of two after volleyball to kick the ball around. he loved playing attack, so he could be in the front seat of the action for once.

- mav joined in, but was soon told to just stay in his teams box, because he would run all the way across the field to tackle the ball off of someone yes, soccer doesn’t allow tackling, but mav never got the message in his head, so they just added it to their games. mav then proceeded to become the most tackled person there.

- slider and ice are the biggest supporters of one anothers careers; they see each other like brothers so much it is crazy.

- mav and slider ride their bikes together (slider has a harley)

- ice usually goes out collecting either a drunk slider or a drunk mav off the side of the road

- THIS IS A POPULAR ONE BUT HC THAT ICE RARELY EVER GETS SICK, SO WHEN HE DOES IT TAKES EVERYONE BY SURPRISE - MAV ALSO GETS SICK OFTEN, BUT ITS NEVER THAT BIG. WHEN ITS MORE SERIOUS, EVERYONE IS ONTO HIM TO TRY LOOKING AFTER HIMSELF

- mav teaches the team MA fighting. he dared cyclone to go into a match with him; ends up cyclone is a secret MA fighting genius and mav got his ass beat. the whole team watched.

- cyclone and mav are close from just having to deal with each other. mav giving cyclone headaches, while cyclone gives mavs lectures brought them together. they share a beer here and there at a local bar when they can

- mav hates the city. like, really hates it. over stimulates from it hard.

- mav has ocd; those instrusive thoughts can sometimes be hard for him to control, which can sometimes explain why he does some erratic moves. he never got diagnosed about it till later in life.

- mav and commitment issues follow him everywhere for everything

- when hangman and rooster are exploring areas to carve their initials into around the base, they find mavs and ices old ones (yes, multiple) hidden behind a few desks

- ice dyes his hair to be bleach blonde; it’s actually a golden blonde but he hates it, so he makes it bleach blonde. mav likes his hair either way, but makes fun of ice when he dyes his hair. ice doesnt take kindly to this one day, mav was asleep and woke up with bleached highlights to his hair from ice. he wore a cap everywhere for months

(Part 4/?)

hope you enjoyed these head cannons! i want to do some more when i have the time, but for now, i might try drawing some of these out :)

got any suggestions? leave them down in the comments below! thank you for supporting the series so far!

start here at part 1!: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/hangman-puzzlesolver/692152151697473536?source=share 

[run-me-through-but-not-like-that]

idk if u do nsfw request but I just want to read smth about reader making izzy cum in his pants! like needy, begging, mess of a man just Cumming in his pants. I am down bad for this old man! (also izzy tits)

You...you get it. I want to make this man cry and take care of him afterwards. This man has awoken something in me 😌

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only below the cut! some humiliation (Izzy receiving), Dom!Gn!Reader

Manners (Izzy Hands X Gn!Reader):

It was a game you had been playing all day. You had no idea what Ed had done to put Izzy in such a bad mood, you were sure he would tell you about it later, but right now he was taking it out on the crew. You were subtle, giving him a questioning look that turned into one of warning when he looked your way, or a small comment here and there.

By the time the two of you had finished your tasks for the day, both of you knew what was to come. Izzy had practically pulled you into his cabin, pushing you up against the door and his lips met yours in a needy kiss.

For a moment, you lost yourself to the kiss, letting him burn off some frustration, before curling your fingers in his hair and pulling him back from the kiss.

He knew this was coming. He counted on it.

Barely anytime had passed before Izzy was sat on his cot, you straddling his lap, hands gripping his shoulders. His hands remained flat on the bed on either side of him, where you had told him to keep them.

He was already breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling, and a warm flush spread up his neck. Izzy was also so responsive.

"You're an insufferable little man sometimes" you scolded him, gripping his chin and forcing him to look up at you and meet your eyes.

"Doesn't seem to bother you" he was still trying at defiance but that didn't really surprise you, responding by tightening your hold on his chin.

"I like a challenge. Which makes you a very lucky man, Mr Hands" you lent closer, close enough for him to feel your breath fan across his lips as you spoke.

You didn't give him a chance to speak, shutting him up with a bruising kiss. Izzy instantly lent forward, pressing his lips harshly against yours, causing you to respond by biting at his lips. He only groaned at the nipping.

"But I think we need to work on your manners" you broke away from the kiss, lowering yourself to press down against his crotch. The friction made him hiss, that was the most you had touched him since you arrived in the cabin and he could already feel himself losing his composure.

"Fuck off" his hiss carried on through his words, but they lacked any real bite.

"Language, Izzy" you chastised, tugging hard on the hair on the back of his head. His head jerked back, a whine breaking past his swollen lips.

"You sound real pretty, Iz. Love hearing you like this" you praised, noticing the way it made him shiver. As a reward, you ground down properly against his lap, making him moan.

"But...I think you should ask nicely for it, practise those manners" you hummed, dipping your head down to trail wet kissing up his bared neck and along his jaw.

"Fuck...touch me" Izzy demanded breathily, desperately.

Trailing your kisses up to his ear, you nipped at his lobe before whispering, "beg."

Letting out a heavy breath, Izzy dropped his forehead to your shoulder, hands shooting up to grab your hips as he instinctively thrusted up against you. The little moan you made was music to his ears.

He felt oversensitive, like his nerves were on fire. His clothes too warm despite having already removed his gloves and waistcoat. Every time you touched him, it felt like it burnt but in the best possible way, the way you dragged your nails over his scalp earning little whines from him.

You chuckled fondly, pressing a kiss to his temple, as you generously continued to rock your hips against his.

"C'mon, let me hear you" you encouraged, using your grip on his hair to pull his face away from your shoulder.

"Please...fuck, please"

"Please what?"

"Touch me, fuck me, let me touch you properly. Anything, please" you were the only one who got to see him like this, bringing this side of out of him, and you cherished it.

"I dunno...seems to me like you could get off like this" you hummed, seeing how desperate he already was.

Izzy groaned, his thrusts becoming a little more frantic and he buried his face in your neck, kissing and nipping at your expose skin, moaning into the crook of your neck to muffle his own noises.

"Not...not gonna last" his voice cracked, nuzzling his face further into your neck.

"That's it, Izzy" you cooed, running your fingers through his hair. "Just let go...you gonna cum for me?" the sweetness in your voice shot straight to his core.

It always managed to surprise him, how you could bring him to his knees like this, but he wouldn't have it any other way. He loved this. Loved you.

"I've got you, Iz" that's all it took, because you did have him, you always did. No matter what.

Izzy's arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close and tight, pressing your body down against his lap as he moaned into your shoulder.

"There we go..." you soothed, affectionately playing with his hair as you waited for him to return to himself, "I've got you, love."

The two of you remained like that for a moment, letting your breathing sync up with each others.

"Thank you" Izzy sighed, turning his head to kiss your cheek tenderly.

"Anytime, love" you smiled softly at him.

He always felt like you knew him better than anyone, you probably did. You also knew what he needed, always gave him what he needed.

When he lifted his head from your shoulder, you noticed the few tears that had escaped his eyes. You smiled tenderly, cupping his face in your hands and kissing the fallen tears away.

"Look just as pretty as you sound, Iz. So perfect" you knew how praises affected him so his low moan wasn't surprising but you loved the sound anyway. His eyes fluttered shut at your words but blinking open again.

"Fuckin' ruined my pants though" he mumbled, making you laugh.

Maybe he should have felt somewhat embarrassed by how easily you could wrap him around your finger, how quickly and knowingly you can unravel him.

He huffed as you climbed off of his lap but stood with you on shaky legs when you held a hand out for him. The two of you stripped out of your uncomfortable clothes before returning to the cot.

"Think it's your turn, love" Izzy murmured, kissing at your neck as you lay back on the cot.

"Not tonight, Iz. Just wanted to make you feel good" you shook your head, cupping his cheek and brushing your thumb over his cheekbone.

"...you sure?" Izzy asked, down at you with curious eyes. He felt a need to serve, to please, you knew that.

"Certain" you assured him, "come, lay with me."

Izzy shifted to make himself comfortable, letting you guide his head down onto your chest. He hummed as you played with his hair, it being surprisingly soft between your fingers.

"Wanna talk about what's been going on with you today?" you asked. Normally, he would share what was bothering with you, occasionally he would need a little more time before sharing. You didn't mind.

He nodded tiredly against your chest, focusing on the way you played with his hair as he told you all about Ed's latest plan and how it irritated him.

[goldengoddess]

it looks better on you - nikolai lantsov

pairing: nikolai lantsov x reader 

request: Hiii! I recently discovered your blog and I love everything you write, your Nikolai content deserves so much love (as does everything else)!But speaking of that cheeky bastard, would you be up for writing headcannons or in a style you’re comfortable with about Nikolai (Strumhond in this case) where reader is new to the job and packs light and forgets a coat, but Tamar tricks them into wearing Strumhond’s coat (being oblivious that it’s his) and Strumhond makes a sarcastic comment but in the end is fine with it? Don’t worry about if you’re busy - it just came to mind! ❤️

a/n: thank you sweet thing! i love my baby nikolai,,, this is so cute by the way i love the concept so much 

warnings: cursing, suggestive comments

you could not have been so stupid. 

it was your first week on this job. you were new to the crew of this ship, and you had done everything right up until that point. you wanted to make the best impression possible. strumhond’s crew was legendary. there wasn’t a single sailor on the seas that didn’t know his name.

and you, of all people, had been lucky enough to be chosen to help his crew. if you proved yourself, you hoped, you could get an actual permanent job with the crew. 

but of course that wasn’t going to happen, because you were going to freeze your ass off before you even got the chance to do anything useful.

your inability to think ahead had caused you to forget to bring a warm coat. most days at sea were warm, sometimes too warm, with the sun hitting your face and body at every angle.

but there were days like this one where the winds were too rough and the air to cold, and every part of your body felt like it could fall off due to frost bite.

you searched the deck of the ship around you, hoping to find a spare coat, but mostly to make sure that the captain of the ship didn’t see you freezing in the corner.

you’d seen him a couple of times in the last couple of days. usually giving an order or messing around with the closest of his friends on the ship.

he was cute, you couldn’t deny it. at a distance there was nothing wrong. but closer up it was easier to see that there were parts of his face that seemed.. wrong. you’d been around long enough to know a tailored face when you saw one.

you tried not to linger on the reasonings for his tailored face, it wasn’t your business and it didn’t change his ability to lead a crew. despite that, you couldn’t help but imagine what he looked like for real. he had this royal presence to him.

even though he was a pirate, sorry, a privateer, he knew how to hold command. how to get people to listen when they didn’t want to. to make deals and compromises whenever a fight broke out. to leave both sides satisfied. he was like a prince at sea.

okay so maybe the prince had caught your attention more than you wanted to admit.

but it was hard not to be interested in him when every time he made eye contact with you it felt so intense that your knees felt weak.

the sudden gust of cold air snapped your thoughts back to the reality of your situation. your arms were wrapped around your body, as if this position could make the light jacket you had on suddenly sufficient against the cold.

you saw tamar walk onto the deck from below deck. she turned and saw you huddled near the wall. you gave her a sheepish and embarrassed grin. tamar had been the first person to speak to you and though you’d only known her a couple of days, you knew she was the kind of person one trusted.

she walked over to you with an amused smile. you could practically feel the teasing retort that was about to come out of her mouth.

“you look a little warm y/n, you sure you don’t want to take off your jacket.” she sarcastically said, her grin growing on her face.

you rolled your eyes and let out an annoyed huff, “if i die from hypothermia i’m going to make sure to haunt you.”

she let out a throaty laugh. “good, i happen to like your company. you can help me scare the shit out of tolya. he could use a ghost visit.”

the two of you shared a laugh and then you looked at her with slightly sweet puppy eyes. “tamar, please please tell me you have a coat. i stupidly forgot to pack one, trying to keep my bag light.”

she nodded her head at you, “yeah i’ve noticed.” she thought for a moment and then her face broke out into a mischievous smirk. “well i don’t have a coat to lend you but i know someone who has a spare.”

you nodded your head rapidly with enthusiasm. “saints, yes. i won’t get any work done today without a coat.”

she smirked at you and some part of your brain was telling you that her smirk had something hidden behind it. an extra plan. the look of many of the criminals you’d met during your time in ketterdam.

she linked her arm through yours and pulled you towards one end of the ship where a long brown coat was laid on top of the helm of the ship.

you looked at her sceptically, “who’s coat is this?”

she shrugged, grabbing the coat and easing it onto you. “think of it as a community jacket. we all like to share.”

you grinned and let yourself slip into the warmth of the cloth. you shuffled around a little and grabbed onto the ends of the sleeves since the coat was on the bigger side.

“i like it”

tamar smirked and motioned for you to spin, “it suits you. like it was made for you to use it.”

you narrowed your eyes and her words but before you could say anything she was walking back below deck.

the rest of the day went by without a hitch. the cold stopped bothering you and completing your daily task were actually easier. the coat smelled of the sea, the feeling of the sun, and an oddly familiar cologne that you couldn’t quite place.

it was too late before you realized how badly you’d fucked up.

you were on the right end of the ship, tying knots as the sunset around you. tamar was sat on a box talking while you worked quietly.

“nice coat y/n. i didn’t know we were at that level in our relationship just yet.” you heard a voice say from a couple feet away.

your head jerked upwards at the voice and you met the eyes of the one and only strumhond. he wore a smirk on his beautiful face and he was leaning against one of the beams of the ship.

you looked down at the coat you were wearing and had grown fond of throughout the day and your eyes went wide. you snapped your head to the girl sitting next to you, only to find her laughing silently into her hands. you threw her the most menacing glance you could manage before turning your attention back to your captain.

you got up and started wiggling out of the coat, “i am so so sorry. i was freezing and i under packed and i knew i wouldn’t get any work done today if i was cold so i asked tamar and she gave me this one and i never would have borrowed it had i known that-”

you paused your rambling and the sound of strumhond’s laugh. he took a couple steps forward so that he was closer to you and tamar.

“y/n, sweetheart, it’s really okay. we wouldn’t want you to freeze now would we tamar?” he shifted his attention to the girl next to you, throwing a teasing threat.

she hopped off the boxes she was sitting on and began walking away. “nope.” she said, popping the ‘p’, “we wouldn’t want that.” and then she was gone, leaving you and the privateer alone.

you gave him a small, embarrassed, smile. “i really am sorry. i wouldn’t have taken it.”

you finished taking it off and tried handing it back to him. he grabbed it and opened it up, an invitation to step in.

you looked at him curiously. “what are you doing?”

he nodded his head, motioning for you to step into the coat. “just use it. it’s cold. plus.” he paused and slipped the coat onto you, popping the collar. “it suits you.”

you blushed and turned to face him, suddenly aware of the closeness between the two of you.

he looked you up and down. “yeah,” he said in a breath, “it looks better on you.”

your breath hitched and your blush grew down onto your neck.

he leaned forward, his mouth closer to your ear.

“but it would look better on my floor.” he teased before walking away.

oh fuck.

[tbmaybank]

request for jj where john b and reader are a thing (but he’s kinda an asshole to her), everyone is on a quest together, but he leaves reader behind and she injures herself. Reader insists she’s fine but jj takes notice and stays behind with her and bandages her up, helping her in the van while everyone is elsewhere. Since they’re alone they have a moment and it leads to confessions and they end up making out and the crew sees them - love your work babes, keep it up! 💗

Warnings: swearing, John B being an asshole

A/N: thank you love! Hope you love it!

(Not my gif- Credit to whoever made it!)

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You and John B didn’t have the perfect relationship, far from it actually. You guys were good at one point in time, and you thought you were in love. But lately, all you do is fight, usually starting because he makes some sort of assholeish comment. You’ve been wondering if it was even worth the trouble anymore. But you did love him, so you wanted to try. That’s why you didn’t put up an fight when he wanted to go sneaking onto the Crain property to look for.. well none of you really knew what exactly you were looking for. He just kept saying to look for water.

You were sneaking through the over grown landscaping of the property, trying to scan for anything that could be significant. JJ is currently telling Pope all about Mr Crains head being in the outhouse. Rolling your eyes, you go to move around them when your foot slips into a hole in the ground, causing you to fall. Luckily you managed to hold in the scream you wanted to let out. John B rushes to you, but not to help you like you’d hoped.

“What the fuck are you doing? You trying to get us caught?” He whisper yelled.

“She fell man, give her a break.” JJ says, helping you stand. “Are you okay?”

“Just go wait in the van, I don’t need you screwing this up.” John B snaps then goes off the other direction.

“I’m fine, JJ, thanks.” You say, feeling your eyes start to brim with tears. Though you’re not sure if it’s from the pain in your ankle, or the pain from Johns Bs words.

“Come on, I’ll help you back.” JJ says, starting to help you walk back. Once you get to the van, he opens the sliding door and has you sit on one of the seats. He grabs the first aid kit that they’ve learned to keep on hand. “Let me see your ankle.” He says. You straighten your leg out towards him, and he starts wrapping it up.

“Do you think it’s broke?” You ask him.

“Nah, doubtful. Probably just a sprain. Try not to walk on it for a few days.” He explains, finishing up.

“Thank you for doing this. And for standing up for me back there.” I say, wiping away the few tears that fell.

“It’s okay. It just drives me nuts when he talks to you like that. You don’t deserve that, y/n.” He says, setting your foot down gently and putting away the first aid kit before continuing. “And like, he doesn’t even realize how lucky he is to have you. You’re like the nicest person I know, and obviously you’re stunning. You should really be with someone who appreciates you, and sees how great you really are.”

You feel your cheeks heating up. You didn’t know he felt that way about the way John B has been with you recently. You feel more tears falling, but now it’s from his sweet words.

“Wait no,” he says moving closer to you and wiping your tears away. “I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m sorry.”

You place your hands over his, which are still on your cheeks from him wiping your tears. “No, it’s not that. You didn’t upset me at all. It was just really sweet, what you said. And you’re right. I’ve been thinking recently that it’s time to end things. I just didn’t wanna lose all of you in the process.”

“I can’t speak for Kie and Pope, but you’ll never lose me, okay?”

“You promise?”

“I swear. I love you, y/n. I know I shouldn’t be saying that, but I do.” You’re looking into each others eyes, and you don’t even realize that you’re both leaning towards each other more until his lips are right above yours. You pause for a second, scared of how things will change if you guys continue. Fuck it you think, before closing the space between you. The kiss is sweet at first, and you can’t deny the warm feeling that washes over you. Your hands go to his hair, running your fingers through it. He moves one of his hands to your lower back, pulling you closer to him, his other hand still on your cheek. He goes to deepen the kiss, but you’re interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You separate from each other quickly, both of you scooting away, like that would somehow convince the 3 people standing there that you weren’t just making out.

Pope and Kie just looked shocked, while John B looks pissed. He looks at both of you, before deciding to just walk away. You climb out of the van, chasing after him the best you can on your foot, ignoring the shooting pain from putting weight on it.

“John B, wait!” You shout. He stops and turns around facing you, you’re only about a foot away from the van.

“What do you possibly have to say? Cause correct me if I’m wrong, but you just had your tongue down my best friends throat, so don’t you dare try saying you’re sorry.” He yells at you.

“I’m not sorry that I kissed JJ.” You say calmly, “but I am sorry I didn’t end things between us first.”

“So you’re just gonna leave me and run off to date JJ?” He asks, still yelling.

“I don’t know!” You shout. “All I know is I can’t do this anymore. You treat me like shit now, and I’m done.” You take a few deep breaths, calming yourself down. “I’m just going to go, okay? I’ll walk home.”

“You’re not walking on that foot.” You hear from behind you. You didn’t notice that JJ had walked up behind you.

“I’ll be fine.” You say, starting to turn around.

“No, he’s right.” John B says, not yelling anymore. “You’re right, I hadn’t been treating you good. Let me at least drive you home.” You nod, letting JJ help you into the van.

The ride to your house is awkward, to say the least. Kie and Pope tried to start conversations, but they never really went anywhere. Kie was in the back, next to you. At some point she reaches over and grabs your hand.

“We all still love you, you know?” She whispers, making you sigh in relief.

“Thank you, I love you all so much.” You say, and she brings you into a hug.

“And if JJ is who you want, then you should be with him. John B will get over it, and you should be happy.” You glance over to JJ, who’s now in conversation with Pope. You smile, thinking back to your conversation with him before the kiss. He seems to be able to tell your looking at him, cause he turns and makes eye contact. He smiles at you, and you know right then that he’s exactly what you want, and that’s one adventure you can’t wait to start.

[xamaxenta]

Yeah, Ace definitely had conqueror's haki! It was more than just implied in the FB, but also, when Luffy used his in Marineford, Ace said, "You too, Luffy?" Tbh, there's a very simple reason for why Ace never was portrayed as strong as he should have been: Oda wanted him dead, lol. So, he wasn't allowed to come into his full potential like every other character is. (It's why I find any form of powerscaling with Ace ridiculous, especially comparing Sabo and Ace to each other. Ace's purpose in the plot was very specific and it included to never reach the height of power he should have; Sabo doesn't have that restriction.)

But ignoring mangaka's intent, my personal headcanon is: Once he accepted the WBP, Ace didn't actively try to become stronger. Not that he stopped training or anything, but he wasn't captain anymore and more importantly, he had ppl looking out for him (rather than him looking out for and protecting everyone) and wasn't fighting for survival anymore, so he just wanted to enjoy that. (Lol, I just need a better reason for why he didn't become much stronger while with the strongest man alive aside from the reality that Oda simply didn't want him to be - as true as that is, it's unsatisfying 😭😂)

Also, Sabo conqueror's haki when? All of ASL gotta have it 👌

Aahhh god okay this is my thoughts exactly though? Ace was indeed unfairly created with a very important and unfortunate role

Powerscaling is overall stupid because who puts Zoro over Marco? I’m very sorry but even post Wano, Marco claps Zoro to the moon and back and I will not elaborate because y’all know I’m right ❤️

Marco was classified if I recall one of the few men that had a chance versus Blackbeard and yet un the payback war suffered a second loss, now idk if that means Marco 1v1 on BB but he may have been looking out for the remnants of the WBP in that fight

ANYWAY i digress!!! Marco is undervalued in power rankings and I’m tired of people saying he’s not even top tier anymore

When he is, the WGov is LUCKY he’s retiring OF HIS OWN VOLITION!!! sorry this was about Ace I made it briefly about best husbando Marco

The part about him saying “you too?” Went over my head if this is the intention that is so fucking cool thats really awesome, and if this is the case then maybe I can help you out regarding why Ace didn’t look to utilise haki in his fighting arsenal

Potentially because and I do not know if this is the case: he and his crew made it to freakin WANO without haki, its bizarre to be Captain and not use haki imo, maybe Ace was already plenty strong without haki

Maybe Pops said he knows Ace has conquerors and the moment he tried to broach the topic, Ace shut him down like don’t. My father had it, i wanna be less like him

Perhaps this is stupid of Ace to disregard and reject a powerful weapon for the future, but people ALSO FORGET HE HAS EMOTIONS AND A LOT OF ANGST AND MISGIVINGS ABOUT HIS HERITAGE

I also like to think? Ace was so happy with his newly found family that he didnt have the “willpower” needed to even use conquerors effectively, Luffy does have this willpower and honestly with Sabos new title as the fucking flame emperor its also possible he could be gettung conquerors too

Sabo with conq is INSANE to think about this man would have people pissing their innards out because of how fucked up his intentions and will would be

Luffys is more controlled thanks to rayleigh but Aces i presume is activated through desperation

Why didnt he use it in Marineford then? Again plot issue haki wasnt introduced its the same garbage argument i see powerscalers use, the fact is

Luffy dying like that (to the lava loser) wasn’t even desperation for Ace it was reflex and i feel like not even haki can catch up to reflex

[ptergwen]

sensation

w/c: 4.6k

warnings: some swearing, suggestive tings, and a pretty bad ending

summary: it’s the last night of your world tour, and tom has the perfect way to celebrate

a/n: i know y’all have been waiting for this one! everyone really loved when worlds collide but i ran out of ideas for it lol sorry... anyways my solution was to turn it into a oneshot :D based off the au!! i’m honestly nervous about posting this cuz a lot of you asked for it and i don’t wanna disappoint but i tried my absolute hardest to make it special <3 please enjoy

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“thank you so much! we love you!” you shout to the audience, laughing breathlessly when they shout back. one of your dancers pulls you into a side hug, you throwing your arm around his neck. “we’re so fucking lucky you chose us, that you came all the way here. i’ve seen some of you back at night one. wow.” your voice gets wobbly, thinking about how loyal your fans are.

the tour started in new york, and they’ve followed you here to london.

tonight is an emotional night for everyone. you’re about to wrap your last show before you continue again in the summer. touring the u.k. has been a dream, and you’re just as thrilled to travel the rest of the world after your break. it’s bittersweet because you’re going to miss the hell out of your crew and the millions of lovely faces you’ve sang to each week. but, you do get to spend your time off with a special someone.

he’s watching you from the sound booth, sending fond smiles and loud cheers your way. thanks to you, tom has been at every show you’ve played in england. he brought harry along this time because he’s also a fan and wanted to see you. well, tom is more than a fan at this point. you’d say he’s more of a boyfriend. you haven’t discussed labels just yet.

your dates have mainly been over facetime, since you live on opposite sides of the world with insane schedules. a heartthrob actor and international popstar is quite the combination. you’ve only seen each other in person a couple of times, the first being pretty recently.

zendaya brought tom along to hang out with you in los angeles. he happened to be there recording some lines for a movie. she saw your concert earlier that night and invited him to crash the dinner plans you’d made, resulting in the best surprise and most fun you’ve ever had. the other time you enjoyed each other’s company was one weekend in paris. that was... something.

besides those two miracles, everything between you and tom happens through a screen. you’ll down bottles of champagne or keep warm under blankets while talking about your days. it’s nice, having someone on the other end who listens and actually hears you. tom gets it. you both do.

finishing your tour in london is convenient because not only will you have tom to comfort you, but you get to stick around for a while. he’s invited you to stay at his place. you can’t wait to meet the other holland’s, his friends, and obviously tessa.

“fuck, i’m gonna cry. i’m already crying,” you announce to the crowd, though they can tell from the tears streaming down your face. more dancers huddle around you and turn your single hug into a group one. you’re laughing and sobbing and holding on tight to everyone. fans bawl their own eyes out, the fact that this is it starting to settle in. the onstage crew even gets choked up, seeing you like this.

tom pouts from where he’s watching. he wishes he could run up there and squeeze you tight, but he’ll have to save that for when you’re done.

“i love you all so much, literally every single one of you in this room,” you tell everyone for the nth time tonight, swiping a perfectly manicured finger under your eyes. “my lighting crew, sound crew, my band, my fearless fucking dancers-“ a hiccup cuts you off. people burst into fits of giggles, which is a much needed tension breaker. you adjust your headset so the mic doesn’t pick up any other bodily noises.

grinning, you rest your arm on a shorter dancer’s shoulder, then go on. “sorry, sorry. i just wanna say, like, three more thank you’s before i get out of here.” there’s a chorus of no’s and encouraging whistles at the mention of you leaving. you blink back more tears to delay the breakdown you’re going to have. “thank you to my friends who always show up for me.”

with a knowing smile, you glance over at tom. “and, thank you to my more than a friend.” he smiles back, both hands held over his heart. harry elbows him in congratulations. more screaming erupts from the crowd as they realize where you’re looking and who you’re looking at. this will be sure to spark some headlines. whatever, you’re used to trending on every possible social media platform by now.

“this is the big one,” you preface, taking in a breath while everyone quiets down again. “thank you to you guys. for trusting me, for caring about what i have to say in any way. i feel your love. i really do, and i hope you feel mine.” your fans yell that they love you back, dancers gently swaying you side to side, emotions on high. there’s one last song, and it’s over.

“this has been the sensation tour, and i’ve been your host. was i good?” you try to lighten the mood, earning a bunch of what sound like positive shrieks. the earpiece you have in makes it hard to tell. “y’all were even better.” exchanging looks with your dancers, you pull out of the hug so you can get to your mark for the finale. they follow your lead. music comes through the speakers.

“i’ll see you again soon, okay? i promise. here’s sensation,” you introduce the song, immediately bursting into more tears. it’s torture to say goodbye. thankfully, you have the most incredible fans on earth, so they sing along with you at the top of their lungs. that includes tom and harry, your ultimate stans.

when the show is over, you run right off stage and over to tom. he’s waiting on the side with actual heart eyes for you. you practically leap into his arms, a hand cradling the back of his head, both his arms draped low and tight around your body.

“you were so amazing up there! absolutely smashed it, darling,” tom breathes out. his face is smushed between your neck and mostly bare chest. “thanks, tom. seriously, thanks for being here tonight and every other.” you smile a tired smile and wind your other arm around his neck. he presses some light you’re welcome kisses to your skin. “mm, thanks for having me. how’s it feel to be done?”

you sigh, fingers running through his curls. “like the biggest relief, and also really sad.” you’re such a mess that you could cry again on the spot. tom senses it and lifts his head up to see if you’re alright. “super depressing,” you surprisingly reiterate without the waterworks. “i know the feeling. you’ll be back soon, though. you said it,” he murmurs, a grin on his lips as they brush against the corner of yours.

you’re about to kiss him properly, then one of your dancers comes up to you. you’d forgotten that there are still stage managers and security everywhere, too. you get completely lost in tom whenever you’re together.

“you killed, babe,” coco greets you, linking your arm in hers. tom takes the hint and lets go of you. he watches on with a smirk. “nah, you murdered,” you send the compliment back and bite your lower lip. “i dunno, i feel like someone murdered me!” there’s coco with her dramatics. she’s genuinely hilarious, your shared sense of humor playing a huge part in your friendship.

she brings your free hand to her heart. you gasp at how fast it’s going. “that shit is really beating, coco. are you, like, okay?” “probably not. it was the freestyle that got me.” coco went a lot harder than usual tonight, since it was her last big dance break for a while. she puffs air from her cheeks and nods to tom. “this your man?”

“yeah, you could say that. i’m tom,” he answers, holding out a hand for her. “coco.” she pulls it like you would in a handshake. you beam at them, one of your best friends and unofficial boyfriend finally meeting. “sounds promising. i approve,” coco mutters to you. bumping your hip into hers playfully, you take one of tom’s hands in both of yours.

“aw, we have your blessing or something? your permission?” you coo and get a push at your shoulder from coco in return. tom chuckles, his thumb running over the back of your hand. “no! i was gonna say you should bring him out back,” coco clarifies, like it was obvious. you’re not sure what she’s on about. “uh, what’s out back?” you question. “an axe?” tom teases.

coco gestures to the nearest exit. “we’re having a little goodbye party in the parking lot. fire pit, snacks. remember?” nope, you’d completely forgotten. the idea first sounded like the perfect way to end your night, so you agreed to go. that was before you were dripping sweat and mentally exhausted. now, all you want to do is unwind with tom and tom only.

the superstar life is one you’re happy to lead, just not at this exact moment.

“i do now.” you muster up your most apologetic smile for coco, tugging on tom’s hand. “i’m sorry, co. i think we’re gonna pass.” her jaw drops. you’re never one to skip these things. “aw, for real? it’s our last night!” tom threads his fingers through yours while you talk. “bro, we’ve been together for almost a whole year,” you laugh out, nuzzling your cheek into tom’s chest. “get sick of me.”

“never,” coco deadpans. she catches you gazing up at tom, relaxing as his arms hug your middle. she’s known you long enough to tell what’s a fling and what’s real love for you. this is something special, and she can’t get in the way of it. she’ll let you navigate this yourself. “ok, just for tonight. you’ll text me?” coco gives you a real smile, raising an eyebrow at tom. he gathers that’s a good thing. he’s in.

“mhm. maybe we can hang out tomorrow,” you agree and let your eyes flutter shut. all that’s keeping you up are tom’s strong arms. “tell everyone i love them.” “i think they know.” coco shakes her head lightheartedly. tom laughs at her. “be good,” she tells him and means it, rubbing your back on her way to the lot. that leaves you and tom alone at last.

custodians are cleaning up the arena, fans are piling out, and you’re clinging to tom while his steady heartbeat grounds you. this is the only after party you need.

“harry’s got the car when you’re ready,” tom mumbles, tucking a piece of damp hair behind your ear. you loop your arms around his torso with a hum. “i was kinda wondering where he went.” “yeah?” he gives you a small smile. “gotta ask what he thought... of the show.” yawns are creeping past your lips, tonight’s events catching up to you.

“i like feedback from the fans, or stans,” you elaborate in your sleepy state. tom uses his fingertips to tap your temple. “what about me? i’m your biggest.” “i’ll, um, follow up with you later.” your words are slurring. “right now, home.” warmth spreads throughout tom’s entire body, his house becoming yours for a bit. “your chariot awaits,” he affirms before helping you to your dressing room.

after collecting your things, you follow tom out to the car. harry is in the driver’s seat, and you two slip into the back. he exchanges a look with his brother through the mirror while you settle on his shoulder. you’re hugging his bicep, his lips pressing to the side of your head.

“thank you for driving,” you speak softly to harry. he starts to pull out of the spot with a nod. “no problem. get to say i was y/n y/l/n’s chauffeur.” tom clicks his tongue even though harry is joking. you snicker at his remark, joking back. “you want the job? better be a five star ride, then.” your banter brings yet another smile to tom’s face. his family is everything to him, so seeing you get along so well means the most.

“right, right. did you have a good time?” harry wonders, twisting to see behind him while he turns around. he also peeks at you snuggled up to tom before facing forward. “great, actually. did you?” you check, the grin clear in your voice. harry goes into full stan mode. “no shit! you were brilliant, y/n. god, every note was just like how you did it the studio.” he’s raving, which is much appreciated by you.

“good answer.” tom shoots his brother a wink. “‘s that what you wanted to hear?” he asks in reference to your conversation earlier. your response is a kiss to his shoulder. “yay. i’m happy you liked it, harry.” he buzzes with excitement, having his favorite artist care what he thinks.

not much is said for the rest of the drive. tom and harry make some hushed conversation about golfing this weekend while you struggle to stay awake. they’re obsessed with that damn sport. it’s honestly nice to see, that tom has something he likes to do when he isn’t shooting hollywood’s biggest movies. your free time will finally give you the chance to discover other hobbies.

you stumble out of the car upon arriving to the boys’ place, a backpack on your shoulders and tom’s hand held tight in yours. you’ve got only a few essentials with you for tonight. the rest is on the tour bus, so you’ll gather it after your hangout with coco. besides, everything you need at the moment is right here.

“home sweet home,” tom announces as harry unlocks the front door. his words bring a tired smile to your face. “finally,” you exhale, keeping your fingers laced with tom’s and following the two of them inside. “i could show you around a bit, give you the grand tour. or-“ tom stops talking, feeling your weight on him. harry huffs at how oblivious his brother is.

“mate, she’s falling over. save it,” he suggests and kicks the door shut lazily. you’re done in. you’ve been having to lean on tom since the show ended. “another time, then,” tom mumbles, securing his arm around your waist. “there is one thing i wanna see.” your voice is low, body curled into tom’s side. he raises an eyebrow. “and that is?” “your room.”

tom takes that in a suggestive way, like he does most things. “we’re getting right to it, are we?” he questions, harry gagging and you nudging his arm with your head. “not like that, dummy. ‘cuz i’m sleepy.” there’s a beat of silence. “ask me again in-“ “wow, look at the time!” harry interrupts so he doesn’t have to hear the details. he’s sure he’ll witness enough after it happens. “off to bed i go! goodnight.”

he rushes to get to his room, yelling out, “great show, y/n!” on the way. “thank you! night!” you call back, tom letting out a sigh. “div of the century,” he says under his breath. “must run in the family,” you playfully retort. that gets you a firm poke at your side. “where’s everyone else?” you glance up at him. there should be two other idiots and a lovely, furry lady running around.

“tuwaine’s gone to the pub, harrison’s filming late, and tess is at mum and dad’s,” tom fills you in, grabbing your arm and draping it around his middle. doing him one better, you hug him with both. you squint in confusion about the last part. “they watch her when i’m out,” tom answers your unspoken question. “ah,” you nod, then deflate ever so slightly. “i wanted to meet her, though. the other boys, too.”

tom smooths the pad of his thumb over your cheek. “you will, darling. it’s only for tonight.” he kisses the same spot reassuringly. “we’ve got loads of time.” “yeah, we do,” you agree, instantly cheering up and letting your head fall onto his chest. “now, where’s your room?” “just upstairs. you need some help getting in?” he’s only playing around, but you accept, tightening your arms around his neck.

“show me the way,” you beam at him. “happy to.” tom wiggles his eyebrows, you jumping up. your legs wrap around his waist, his arms holding you against him. with a satisfied hum, you squish your face into his insanely soft shirt. “what a diva,” tom sarcastically complains while taking you to the staircase. “doesn’t even say please. no manners from this one.”

“you try dancing in six inch heels for two hours,” you shoot back, patting the side of his neck. he moves one hand down to your thigh for a better grip. you’re nearing the top of the stairs. “think i’ll leave that to you,” he decides and squeezes your thigh. “look at me, carrying the whole music industry.” your face easily gets hot and your words turn to murmurs. “shut up. you should listen to other songs.”

you’re on the second floor now, tom going for the first door. he frowns at his rejected compliment. “no, i like yours. they’re my favorite.” “really?” your muffled laugh sounds from his chest. “what was the first thing i ever said to you?” he asks, a toothy grin on him even though you can’t see it. you recall the faithful night he slid into your dms while he carries you into his room.

he’d tripped over his words somehow, the fangirling fool. before that, he tweeted to the whole world that he wanted to see you in concert. it was a huge thing, and people were freaking out about it, even more so when your online interactions became routine. that’s nothing compared to where you are now.

you’re currently living with him and basically dating. possibly, in love. the base of it all really is your music.

“that you love me.” you pause for the ellipses. the corners of your lips turn up. “but, you really meant to say my work.” “both apply.” tom passes that off like it’s a side comment, carefully laying you down on his bed. you look up at him with a curious glint in your eyes. “what does that mean?” his cheeks flush, and he bites back the smile that’s growing. this was supposed to go... differently.

you sit up, breathing out a laugh at tom’s boyish behavior. he’s precious, truly. “you do love me?” those three words will change everything if he says yes. he takes both your hands in his and holds them between you two. you meet his doe eyes. “yeah, y/n/n. i do.” so, you were right. “i love you... and, that wasn’t how i planned on saying it.” signaling for him to elaborate, you tilt your head to the side.

tom sits down next to and faces you before continuing. “it was supposed to be romantic, right?” he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling, annoyed he ruined this. “candlelit dinner, flowers, that sort of thing. seems more fitting for the occasion.” you shift closer to him until your knees are touching. your face is lit up, voice dropped to almost a whisper.

“since when do we do things the way we’re supposed to?” you point out and set your hands on his shoulders. “we’ve gone straight from online dating to me moving in. that’s usually not how it works.” tom chuckles lowly. his own hands find their place on your hips. you’re so good with words. then again, you are a singer. “guess you could say we’re, um, spontaneous,” he agrees, fingers drawing circles on you.

you and tom have explored some of each other’s most intimate places, yet you’ve never shared a moment quite like this. it’s like meeting him for the first time again. he’s too tongue tied to spit out what he wants. you somehow know, anyway. what you cherish most about your relationship is that you two completely and totally understand one another, on every level.

“tom?” you speak quietly, butterflies filling up your body. “hm?” he hums back. this is one of those moments where it all just clicks. “i love you. i really, really love you.” you giggle out of the pure happiness that consumes you, tom joining in your laughter. “i love you, too.” he sounds like he’s said it a million times and he’ll say it a million more. he leans over so his forehead rests on yours. “really, really love you.”

your warm breath hits his face, eyes darting from his own to his lips. “i want you to be more than...” you trail off, unsure of how to phrase it. “more than... more than a friend?” tom pokes fun at what you said during the show. there’s less and less space between you with every second. “you mean, like, a boyfriend?”

“exactly. be my boyfriend,” you all but demand. you’re half asleep and desperate to be able to call him yours already. “bossy, bossy, bossy,” tom chastises, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. how he goes from being shy and giddy to the cockiest person alive in minutes, you’ll never know. “please?” you throw in to sway him. your hand locks with his, slowly moving it off your face.

you run your tongue over your teeth. “at least kiss me.” “you don’t have to ask,” tom breathes, lips now ghosting over yours. “i was going to.” true to his words, he closes the microscopic gap between you, you pushing forward against him as you kiss back. your first kiss in love. his lips taste like the chapstick he always uses, and he moves them softly.

he places a hand on your knee, you opening your mouth so he can have access to it. instead, a yawn exits. tom pulls back with a breathy laugh. “you must be exhausted, yeah? let’s get you to bed.” he pecks your lips once more. “my girl needs her beauty rest.” that confirms your relationship. you scrunch your nose and grin wide. “and, she’s gonna get some with her boy.”

you’re reminded of how sweaty you are when you catch a whiff. “oof, wait. do you think i can take a shower first?” you grimace, fanning at the air for emphasis. tom uses the tip of his nose to nudge yours. “absolutely. need help in there, too?” he’s not asking in that way, only so nothing happens. the hospital wouldn’t be the most pleasant place to spend your break. plus, he doesn’t want to be without you too long.

“you know what? yeah.”

that’s how you end up intertwined under the hot water, letting it cascade down your back as tom hugs you close to him. you sigh in content and tangle your fingers in his fluffed over curls. you’ve learned that he’s super into having his hair played with. it’s endearing, how he instinctively leans into your touch, eyes closing as you tug on the roots.

he drops his head down to kiss your shoulder, dragging his lips to your collarbone in a way that tickles. they land on one of your breasts next. there isn’t anything sexual about it, only loving. just in case he gets too excited because it’s not uncommon he does, you gently put a finger to his lips. tom takes the hint and lets up. you continue combing through his wet hair while you step out of the water.

“do you ever sing in the shower?” he questions, drawing your naked body in closer to his. “sometimes, yeah. i honestly feel like i sound better there,” you admit and slide your hand down to the nape of his neck. tom’s tongue darts out to lick his lips. “not true. you sound beautiful everywhere, and don’t fight me on this one.” he smirks in satisfaction, you groaning at your loss.

“i really enjoy hearing your voice when it blares through an arena, though,” tom keeps buttering you up. you shake your head and settle both arms around his neck. “man, i just love you so much.” “i love you, sweetheart,” he murmurs back, you switching places so he can give his hair a final rinse. you watch him and his glowing body, admiring the sight.

“what a sensation you are,” you say mostly to yourself, which doesn’t stop him from hearing. “i see what you did there.” he eyes you while you do the same to him. your arms still around his neck pull him back to you. “tommy? do you sing in the shower?” you meant to ask him before, then he started throwing all those compliments at you.

tom scoffs, walking you back so you’re against the wall. “i don’t sing anywhere.” “what?” you gasp and put a hand on his chest. “you’re lying, you have to be. wasn’t billy elliot a musical?” he narrows his eyes at you as he tries to gage where you’re going with this. “that i did a decade ago, and way before puberty. couldn’t sing a word without cracking after that.”

your mouth is left hanging open in shock and disappointment. you bet he has a nice voice, and he’s downplaying it. “y/n,” tom begins, cupping your jaw with his palm. “since we’re living together now, there’s a lot you’re going the learn about me. good things, weird things.” he shrugs casually. “this is one of the weird things.”

“only because you make it weird! come on, let me hear you,” you request and wrap a leg around his waist. you’re giving him a hopeful smile. “god, no. you’ll hate it,” he almost laughs, a hand on your thigh. “i’m literally a singer. how could i hate something i love?” you refute, batting your lashes at him. “especially when someone i love is doing it.” “i love you, too. but, i’m not.” he’s quick to shut you down.

“drop a bar!” you try to coax him, which he already has a comeback for. “you first.” “i can’t. my throat is all scratchy from earlier,” you lie. tom presses his lips into a line, feigning pity. “aw, you know what’ll make you feel better? tea. i’ll go get you some.” he turns to shut the water off, so you grab his shoulders. “no, the steam is working. you can stay.”

“love,” tom addresses you in a warning tone that you can’t take seriously. he can’t either, a giggle escaping him. “my voice is shit. ask anyone, and they’ll tell you.” “i won’t believe them,” you hum, pushing back curls sticking to his forehead. “sounds like you just have stage fright. we can work on that, though.” “how?” he tightens his arm around your middle.

“i’ll bring you on for my next show. we’ll do a little duet.” you’re joking, though that would definitely be interesting to see unfold. “uh, never. what happened to you being tired?” tom cleverly deflects and digs his fingers into your side. you look down in defeat. “i forgot about that.” “yeah, yeah. no, seriously. we should really get to sleep, y/n/n.” he’s back to his sweet, attentive self. “‘s been a long night.”

giving in with a nod, you capture his lips in yet another kiss. tom never gets tired of them, and neither do you. you break it after a few seconds, lips lingering on his as they detach. “carry me?” you ask again, not caring how whiny you sound. tom presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “oh, you’re adorable. of course.”

well, you’ve found something to keep you occupied until the next leg of tour. you’re going to discover the many layers your intriguingly unusual boyfriend has.