#this is my first one please be nice

[vampiresfromxenon]

Astarion as silly Tumblr posts :) pt. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

[shusuikokuto]

zoro got lost in the store and thought this would help him find the rest of the crew (it did work but probably not the way he imagined)

inspired by this art by @bluechanas!!

reference: showing baby to supermarket camera meme

[necromancer-punk]

glasseschuck my beloved

cw: heavily suggestive (too suggestive)

also i just thought how laios blushed on his chest in episode 20 was so cute so i was legally obligated to draw him <3

i just thought how laios blushed on his chest in episode 20 was so cute so i was legally obligated t... #poipiku https://poipiku.com/10001787/10291066.html

[deadtiredghost]

So we are all aware that these two mfs share the cringefail gene of being simps:

But I do believe that these two would have similarly terrible romantic plots if given half the chance and am very grateful that these plots were NOT INCLUDED. Thank god. That might have actually been more traumatic than the movie.

[lesbians4lottienat]

Jealous, Much?

Nat doesn’t appreciate the way Misty looks at her girlfriend. The only problem? Nat hasn’t exactly called you her girlfriend yet.

fem!reader (she/her pronouns used and reader is referred to as a girl), reader is a team assistant like misty, nat is mean to misty because she’s jealous lol

Nat stood on the field, dribbling the ball absentmindedly between her feet. Surprisingly, she was the first to arrive, although it wasn’t much of a surprise to her. She had been doing this for about a week, albeit with ulterior motives. Simply put, she wanted to spend time with you before the rest of the team got there, and she actually had to play. If that meant she had to show up to practice early and, in general, so be it.

However, you were too busy with Misty setting up a water cooler and warm-up equipment for the team. Nat saw Misty say something, causing you to laugh. Misty beamed up at you while Nat gritted her teeth. It probably wasn’t even funny, she thought, but she’s too nice not to laugh.

“What’s up with you?”

Nat startled, snapping her neck in the direction of the voice. Oh. It was Jackie. Of course, the team captain would be there early. Shauna must’ve driven them there.

“Nothin’, just thinking,” Nat said with a roll of her eyes. She wasn’t in the mood for Jackie’s snooping right now. The brunette raised an eyebrow at this before following Nat’s gaze over to the two girls, now joined by Shauna. She sighed before speaking again.

“I know you’re at least nice to one of them, but you should lighten up on Misty! She’s not…that bad.”

Panic surged in Nat’s stomach before she realized what Jackie meant. She wasn’t accusing Nat of liking you; she was accusing her of finding Misty annoying.

“Whatever,” she mumbled, passing the ball to Jackie, whose brow furrowed in concern at the blonde's lack of bite in her words.

The rest of the team arrived at the soccer field one by one. They performed their usual warm-ups before playing a practice game. The entire time, however, Nat was distracted. She wasn’t performing well, and everyone could tell something was wrong. Hopefully, they didn’t notice that she faltered every time Misty grabbed a hold of your arm or brushed hands with you.

Eventually, Coach Scott pulled her aside and asked if she was alright. She hated how he looked at her and the way they all looked at her. She hated feeling weak.

After a few more easy shots were missed, her coaches and teammates suggested she take a breather. It was annoying. What was even more annoying, though, was the way Misty looked at you—so full of love and adoration. It made Nat sick to her stomach.

“God, Misty, can you keep it in your pants? Some of us are trying to focus here!”

Misty’s face flushed a bright red. Nat huffed at the confused looks before storming off in the direction of the locker room.

She stomped inside, slamming her locker open and pulling her jersey over her head. She began changing into her regular clothes but paused when she heard a familiar voice.

“What the hell was that?”

It was you. Of-fucking-course.

“Why do you even care?” she seethed, refusing to look in your direction. She resumed changing and angrily threw her uniform into the locker.

“Because you confused the hell out of everyone? And because you almost made Misty cry? And because you won’t even look at me?”

Part of her was happy to know she had almost made Misty cry, but the other part swirled hatefully in her gut at the concerned tone of your voice when recounting the event. She hated it. Hated how nice you were to Misty.

There was an awkward pause as Nat gathered her things until, eventually, you spoke again.

“Nat, come on. Talk to me?”

Nat hated you. She hated your stupidly affectionate, concerned voice and how well it worked on her.

“She was clearly flirting with you!”

“…what?”

“What,” she starts, “Were you just going to let her feel you up like that?”

You stared at Nat, utterly confused, before it clicked.

“Oh my god. Are you fucking jealous, Scatorccio?”

Nat’s nostrils flared, and her cheeks flushed. She quickly walked towards you, trapping you in the corner of the room. She glared, opening her mouth to speak, but you promptly cut her off.

“You have no right to be acting like this, you asshole! You don’t even want me!”

…what?

She must’ve verbalized her confusion as you seemingly grew angrier.

“You kiss me at Jackie’s party, then you avoid me for a week. You flirt with me early before everyone gets here, then act like I don’t exist. You’ve made it abundantly clear that you don’t like me like that, but now, you’re acting like I’m taken?”

Nat freezes. She glowers up at you, her lip trembling. You stare back, visibly upset. Then, she pulls on your jacket, smashing her lips against your own. You let out a muffled noise of surprise before kissing back, wrapping your arms around Nat’s neck while Nat’s hands land on your hips.

Eventually, you two pull away, breathless. Nat speaks first.

“You’re mine, okay?”

You raise an eyebrow.

“That’s a terrible way to ask me to be your girlfriend.”

Nat stiffens. She’s…new to this. She’s never really labeled a relationship like this with a girl. But, judging by how it makes her heart flutter, she wouldn’t mind calling you her girlfriend.

“S-sorry,” you stutter, “I didn’t- I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, or, like-“

“Shut up and kiss me.”

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[claitea]

idk quick doodles of a time where volo ends up finally giving up his plans and rei gets his friend back. i just really wanted to draw that hug haha

[gabe-lovebot]

ALTARS OF ECSTASY (title pending)

[seven-winged-liar]

Stared at the sky for too long and didn't want to come back

[luck-of-the-drawings]

smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Singapore Grand Prix - Fernando Alonso

[la-spooky]

꧁ ༺ Your Fragrance: Aftermath ༻ ꧂

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༻Archive of Our Own Link ༻Summary: Falling For You [Memoria]: Your Fragrance in which you try on a perfume with unintended side effects. You take responsibility for your actions. ༻ Pairing: Rafayel x GenderNeutral!Reader ༻ Word Count: 2.9k ༻ Warnings: Minors do not interact {nsfw; merman aphrodisiac; oral sex; overstimulation; anal fingering; blowjob}

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© 2024 la-spooky

“I’m not drunk. I just don’t like the scent.” Rafayel insists, and you are honestly tempted to believe him. You check your watch anxiously, Rafayel's important art exhibition starts soon. If you don’t head out now, you'll be late.

You reach out and caress Rafayel's cheek to check his temperature; his skin feels warm- too warm. You are about to move your hand to his forehead to get a better feel for his temperature when he suddenly grabs your wrist and leans into your touch. He grabs hold of your wrist possessively and nuzzles into it breathing heavily, cheeks flushed crimson. You inhale sharply when he gives in to the urge to nip and suckle at the delicate flesh there.

Rafayel is so turned that a tantalizing little whimper escapes his lips. Pulling away from your wrist finally, the sea god gazes up at you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. "I can't help myself. Your scent… it’s driving me fucking crazy," he whispers, his voice husky with desire.

He leans in again and starts kissing up your arm, his lips soft and warm against your skin. You feel the passion radiating off of him as he tugs at your clothes, trying to undress you. His touch sends shivers down your spine as he kisses and nips at your neck, leaving love bites along the way. “It’s not fair… you know how utterly irresistible you are to me, don’t you? Add pheromones to the mix and…” He trails off with a soft groan right in your ear. You can feel his hardening arousal pressing against you as he grinds into your waist, his movements becoming more urgent. "Please…take responsibility for your actions.”

Your heart is beating so fast, you can barely process what he’s said. You squirm out of his grip and straighten out your clothes. “Rafayel, please…you are going to be late again…,” your plea is unconvincing. Truth be told, your own arousal is aching between your thighs. At this rate, your underwear will be ruined.  “If you’ll excuse me, I need to go…freshen up.” You rush to the bathroom farthest from Rafayel’s bedroom and begin frantically washing your wrists in the sink trying to wash off the strange perfume. Just as you start patting the pheromone off of your neck with a wet washcloth, the sound of the running water gradually gets drowned out by Rafayel’s approaching footsteps.

From behind, a hand presses against the mirror. You swallow audibly as you watch his reflection in the bathroom mirror. “Gotcha.” he murmurs, his breath hot on your neck as his hands roam to your hips. You can feel his erection pressing against you again as he grinds into your shapely ass. "I know you felt it too," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

You gasp out loud when you feel his fingertips trail up your thigh and strokes your arousal through the fabric of your underwear. His breath hitches as he feels the wetness that has seeped through the thin material. "Fuck…you’re already so hot for me. Let me make you feel even better."

He turns you around and crushes his lips against yours, his tongue hungrily seeking entrance to your mouth. Despite your half-hearted protests, you can't help but give in to the passion between you and Rafayel. His hands glide over your body with ease as he pulls you closer and deepens the kiss, his skilled tongue exploring every inch of your mouth.

You moan softly in pleasure as his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your underwear, expertly teasing you and making you gasp for air. "Oh, Rafayel," you whisper between kisses, your voice breathy with desire. "I can't resist you."

He chuckles sensually against your lips as he effortlessly lifts you up onto the sink’s marble countertop. "That's what I like to hear,” he groans, his eyes smoldering with lust as he slides your underwear down your thighs and legs. "Just let me take care of you."

You feel him kiss and lick his way down your body, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. He spreads your thighs wide and dives in, his tongue flicking over your intimate flesh and making you moan out loud. Rafayel eagerly plunges his tongue inside of you, lapping up your juices as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. You desperately grip the edges of the countertop, panting and moaning, unable to hold back any longer. “Ohhhhh R-Rafayel!,” you throw your head back and moan loudly. “Don't stop!” 

Rafayel grins devilishly against you, his tongue working magic as he circles around your needy hole. He can feel the tension building up inside you as your walls begin to contract around his tongue. "Mmm, you taste so fucking good," he groans, his tone seductive and teasing. "You're so close, my little siren. Cum for me." And with those words, he continues his tantalizing ministrations, pushing you over the edge. You moan and whimper,  your body spasming uncontrollably, as he carries on licking and sucking, determined to bring you to an even higher peak of pleasure. You start breathing shallowly and trying to push him away, your fingers entangled in his silky hair. “Rafayel! T-that’s enough…mphhh! I’ll make a mess!”

Rafayel pulls back slightly, his lips glistening with your juices as he looks up at you with a sly grin. "Is that a promise?" he chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Despite your protests, you can feel the heat building within you once again as he continues to tease you. His tongue darts in and out of your entrance with practiced ease, expertly stimulating every inch of your sensitive flesh. You can feel your orgasm approaching once again, and this time there's nothing you can do to stop it. With his teasing words, you scream in orgasmic bliss as you cum harder than you ever thought possible. You gush out of your spasming arousal, splashing onto his lips, shirt, and the bathroom tiles. Rafayel eagerly laps up your sweet nectar with a moan of pleasure, his body throbbing with desire as he watches you writhe in ecstasy. Once you've finished cumming, he pulls away from you and stands up, his eyes still burning with lust.

"Well, that was certainly messy," he chimes with a chuckle, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "But it was worth it to see you lose control like that." With a sly grin, he leans in to kiss you once again, cupping your face in his hands as he slides his tongue deep into your mouth. "You taste divine," he murmurs against your lips. "I could do this all night."

And just like that- art exhibit be damned, you grip Rafayel by the shirt collar and tug sharply enough to drag him close with a surprised little gasp. You look into his eyes with smoldering intensity as you say your first command, “Take me to your bedroom. I will not fuck you in a bathroom.” 

Rafayel's eyes widen for a moment as a thrill runs down his spine in response to your authoritative tone. He quickly recovers and grins at you wolfishly. "Of course, my sweet siren. Let's go to my bedroom and continue this game," with a melodic laugh, he scoops you up into his arms with ease and carries you back to his bedroom.

His bedroom is large and lavish, with a plush king-size bed dominating the central space. There are candles flickering everywhere, casting the room in a sensual low light. Rafayel wastes no time in lowering you onto the bed and tearing off your remaining articles of clothing, leaving your body fully exposed to the whims of the sea god.

Rafayel leans over you and captures your lips once again, his hands roaming over your body as he shamelessly ruts his hips against yours. You can feel his hard cock straining against his pants, begging to be released. He pulls back from the kiss and looks down at you; sunset ocean eyes glazed over with lust. "Please, my love," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, "...touch me." He shifts his weight to give you better access and awaits your next move.

Pinned beneath him, you shamelessly appraise his body; eyes tracing every contour and curve. The first button of his shirt is undone, teasingly revealing a glimpse of his nipple, and you can see his erection pressing against the fabric of his trousers, a growing wet spot betraying his arousal. Your hungry gaze travels up his form, lingering on his beautiful face. When met with those captivating heterochromatic eyes, you find yourself enchanted by the way his long lashes fan across his flushed cheeks. You gaze flickers to his pouty soft lips at the sight of his tongue swiping over his plump lower lip.

“Strip for me.” you command in a clear and steady tone, your voice laced with authority and anticipation. You reach down and trace a teasing fingertip over the wet spot of his trousers, a string of precum sticks to your finger as you withdraw your touch. You bring your slick finger to your lips and lick it, tasting his essence “I’m going to touch every part of you.” You watch him intently, eager to see him obey your command, knowing that with each article of clothing he sheds, he surrenders a little more to your desires. 

Rafayel hisses as an electric jolt shoots through his body, and he bites his lip to suppress a moan. The sight of you tasting his essence with such unabashed desire nearly sends him over the edge. “Your wish is my command.” He straightens out, eyes never leaving yours as he begins to strip at the foot of the bed. He unbuttons his white dress shirt with practiced ease, provoking heart palpitations in your chest as more and more of his toned body comes into view. Casting his shirt to the floor, Rafayel reaches down to unfasten his belt. His fingers fumble slightly in his haste as he unbuttons his trousers. Finally, he pushes them down, his erection springs free, its pink tip glistening with need. He lies down next to you and awaits your next command, completely exposed before you, vulnerable and surrendered to your insatiable appetite.

You sit up and crawl to the foot of the bed, kneeling between Rafayel’s parted thighs. His cock stands at attention, throbbing with anticipation as he watches you move closer to him. Without hesitation, your lips descend upon his cock, your skilled tongue swirling around him. His cock is a work of art, perfectly shaped and incredibly responsive to your every touch. The sea god lets out a low, throaty moan and his cock instantly jerks against your tongue, coating it with the heady taste of his pre-cum.

Your warmth is intoxicating, and the feeling of your tongue sliding against his hard length sends waves of intense sensation washing over his body. He thrust up into your mouth, unable to resist the urge to push himself deeper into your willing throat. His hips move in rhythm with your expert sucking, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. With one hand, he runs my fingers through your hair, tugging gently as you continue to pleasure him. The other clutches at the sheets, gripping them tightly in anticipation of what's to come. 

Rafayel lets out a strangled gasp as you suddenly withdraw from his cock, leaving him throbbing and needy. His protest is cut short by the sensual sight of you sucking your own fingers, a string of pre-cum clinging to your glistening lips. Your hypnotic gaze locks with his, igniting a flame between you both that makes Rafayel’s heart race and his cock twitch in anticipation. It's clear that you have complete control over him now, and he’s more than happy to be at your mercy.

Without a word, you reach between his parted thighs and begin teasing his pink little hole with your slick fingers. Rafayel lets out a whimper of pleasure as you touch him there, your fingers gently probing at his tight entrance. The combination of the aphrodisiac and your skilled touches has the sea god’s desire reaching new heights. His hips buck upward instinctively, begging for more of your touch. He wants you inside of him, claiming him as yours. And yet, part of him doesn't want this to end - he loves the feeling of being so completely wanted and desired by another person. 

“Would you like to feel my fingers inside you?”, you coo with a smile equal parts teasing and loving. He nods eagerly, sunset ocean eyes locking onto yours as he silently pleads for you to take him. His body is on fire, desperate for your touch. With a shaky breath, he parts his legs wider, inviting you to explore him fully. His cock twitches in anticipation, a bead of pre-cum drooling out of his glistening slit. Eager to feel the sensation of your fingers inside him at once, the God of the Tides whispers, his voice hoarse with need.  “Please…stop teasing me. Just do it already.”

You press one slick finger into his quivering hole and begin moving it slowly in and out. At first, your fingers feel strange inside him, an unfamiliar sensation that sends a jolt of excitement through his body. But as you insert a second slick finger and start to move them in and out, Rafayel can feel a pleasant sensation building within him.

Then, you curl your fingers right against his prostate. As you graze that delicious bundle of nerves with every thrust, everything changes. A wave of pure, intense pleasure washes over Rafayel, making him scream out in sheer ecstacy. His entire body tenses up, every muscle clenching as he rides the crest of this incredible sensation. "Hnngh! Don't stop!," he pleads, his voice raw with need. "Please, just... don't stoooop!”

Rafayel lets out a shuddering breath as you begin sucking his cock again, this time in perfect rhythm with your fingers inside him. His moans grow louder and more desperate, becoming a constant background hum to your passionate lovemaking. His hips thrust wildly against your hand, begging for more as the feelings become too much to bear. The pleasure is overwhelming, consuming every ounce of his being. "Yes... oh fuck yes!," he pants, unable to form complete sentences as he surrenders completely to the experience. You have him completely under your spell, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

As you continue your relentless assault on his senses, Rafayel feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Your free hand grips his thigh as you begin sucking his cock harder, your fingers assaulting his prostate with dangerous accuracy. With a primal cry that echoes through his art studio, Rafayel orgasms, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into your waiting mouth. His entire body convulses with each pulse, the intensity of the orgasm washing over him like a tidal wave. 

You do your best to swallow the hot rush of cum that fills your mouth. You feel your eyes begin to water and you cough, but it does not deter you from milking every last drop of Rafayel's cock. After what feels like an eternity, he finally comes down from the high, gasping for air and trying to catch his breath. You look up at him, eyes glazed over in satisfaction as his spent cock slides out of your mouth and slaps onto his stomach. Rafayel sighs with relief as you withdraw your fingers from his wet spasming hole. 

He glances down at himself, still panting heavily as he tries to process the events that just transpired. His body is sated, his mind clouded by the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac. But as he looks down at you, the image of your darling face flushed and framed by your tousled hair, looking up at him lovingly with heavy lidded eyes is now forever burned into his memory.

"Mmm... that was incredible," he whispers, his voice husky from exertion. He reaches out to you and effortlessly pulls you down on top of him, tossing the sheets over your spent bodies. He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear as he whispers, "I think you might be the best thing that's ever happened to me." His words are laced with sincerity, but there's also a hint of self-preservation. He’s trying to keep you close, to keep you from noticing the real feelings that threaten to surface when he’s around you. 

You melt into his embrace and listen to his heartbeat as you nuzzle into his muscular chest. “Mm, good luck getting rid of me. You belong to me now.”

Rafayel laughs, his eyes fluttering closed as he basks in the warmth and comfort of being held by you. His chin rests on top of your head, and he wraps his strong arms around your waist, holding on tight. "Oh, I don't know about that," he says, voice muffled by your hair. "I think you might be the one who's going to have a hard time getting rid of me." He can feel his heart rate slowing down, his senses slowly returning to normal as the aphrodisiac wears off. As he holds you, Rafayel can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and contentment. 

The two of you lay entwined in each other's arms, the aftermath of your passionate encounter enveloping you like a warm blanket. As the world outside fades into insignificance, you find solace in each other's embrace. In the quiet moments that follow, you drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other's love and the promise of a tomorrow filled with endless possibilities.

[noproofread]

A little Luffy fluff

I've never written fanfic on tumblr before so pls bear with me. Also I'm so used to writing smut but I started this one and it was just so fluffy i didnt wanna taint it so maybe there'll be a part 2, who knows.

Word count: 1,425

Nothing but cute fluff, first kiss, feelings, all the soft stuff

‘Luffy!” you shout, spotting your captain in a restaurant. You have only been on this island for 15 minutes and already Luffy found a place to eat. He turns to face you “Hey Y/N!” Luffy says, crumbs of food spilling out of his mouth as he grins at you.

“You gotta try these potatoes! They’re so good!” The young captain shouts, making you giggle. “I believe you. We have to go to the ship though, Nami sent me to get you” you state, taking a seat next to him. He doesn’t look at you, too focused on scarfing down the hot food while he can. “Hmmm but I’m eating right now.” A whine comes out of Luffy. “We’ll just go back when you finish then” you smile at him. You won’t admit it to the rest of the crew but you developed a little crush on your captain in the time you’ve spent with the Straw Hats.

He had come into your village and beat up some guys that were giving you trouble as you were going back home from shopping for gardening supplies. He asked you to join the crew, per Nami’s request, as she saw the way you tended to the garden. She wanted someone who knew what they were doing when it came to green life, especially for her tangerine trees. You graciously accepted the invitation, mostly because of the young rubber pirate that helped you.

You were good at hiding your feelings for the most part. Nobody questioned your unwavering loyalty to the group of pirates you had only known for a couple of weeks. Nor did they notice all the times you stared at Luffy, studying his face. Appreciating the way he always smiled even when faced with scary situations. Nobody saw the way you blushed whenever he complimented the way the lawn on the Sunny looked.

You never expected him to feel the same way towards you so you never did anything about your feelings. After all, this is the future King of the Pirates. The man that will find the one piece. You were perfectly content just being close to him as his friend. Perfectly okay with simply admiring him from afar.

“Aaahh I’m all done now! Ready to go back to the ship then?” Luffy’s words snapped you out of your thoughts. You nodded at him and got up from your seat. “We have to hurry though, Nami says there’s going to be a storm soon and I don’t wanna get caught in the rain.” Without thinking, you grab Luffy’s hand and start heading back to the Sunny. Luffy looks down at your hand, confused but he allows it.

As you approach the ship, Luffy speaks. “Hey Y/N, what’s with this hand holding thing anyway?” He looks at you and grins. That signature wide grin he always has on his face. “Not that I mind, just curious.”

“Oh! I uh… I hadn’t noticed haha” You pull your hand away, hoping you didn’t sound nervous. Luffy shrugs it off and jumps up on the ship. You climb your way up and see Nami “See! I found him” you tell her. She smiles and looks at Luffy “Don’t run off without telling us! We almost left you until Y/N pointed out you weren’t on the ship” She nods disapprovingly at him and chuckles lightly. “NAMI-SWAAANN” you hear Sanji yell from the kitchen “Please oh PLEASE taste this tangerine tart I made just for you.” Nami rolls her eyes and walks towards the kitchen, leaving you and Luffy alone as the sun starts to set.

You are standing a little close to Luffy, who looks towards you. You notice a faint blush on his cheeks briefly before his voice cuts through your thoughts again. “Hey, why do you always make my face feel warm?” He smiles.

“What?” You stand shocked, looking at Luffy. “I don’t know, I just feel warm whenever you’re close to me. It’s weird.” Your eyes widen at Luffy’s sudden confession. “Good weird or bad weird?” you ask.

“I… I’m not sure. I honestly don’t know what to think about it.” The blush on Luffy’s cheeks deepens slightly. “I think it’s good though.” You smile to yourself and let out a sigh “That’s good…” You say softly. Looking out at the blue water past the ship, you make your way towards the railing. You feel your heart flutter at Luffy’s words. He catches up to you and looks at you, slightly confused. “Why is it good?” he smiles. “Just… I would never want to make you feel bad weird," your gaze still looking at the crashing waves. “Haha! Well you sure don’t make me feel bad weird so you’re good!” Luffy says, looking at your face as a small blush forms. “What about me? Do I ever make you feel… weird?” He leans against the railing of the Sunny, right next to you. You feel the air change as you process his question.

“Yeah… good weird too” You laugh, avoiding his gaze as you try to ignore the feeling of your heart dropping to your stomach. You can feel Luffy’s eyes on you, you wonder if he can see the blush on your face. If he can sense your nervousness. You feel a warm sensation on your hand and look down to see Luffy’s on top of yours. You look at him and he smiles “I mean… you are something else Y/N.” You feel your face grow hotter and you bite your lip. “Haha… So are you. Captain Luffy… Future King of the Pirates.” You look down once again, trying to focus on the sound of the waves to ease up the tension. It doesn’t work.

“Can I maybe… I don’t know…” Luffy says awkwardly, as his voice trails off. You look at him and notice the deep pink hue that washes over his face. His eyes meet yours and you see them trail down to your lips. You feel your stomach do a flip as you realize what he is thinking. “C-Can you maybe… what?” You speak but your voice is barely a whisper. Luffy leans in closer to you. “Maybe…” His voice is soft and low.

“I… I think I want to…” He continues to hold your hand as he inches closer to your face. Your brain cannot process what’s happening “You… you want to…?” You echo his words as you hear your heart pounding in your chest. He looks back up into your eyes “You… you don’t mind… do you?” Luffy asks quietly, his face is so close you feel his breath on your lips. You can’t find the voice to speak anymore and you simply shake your head no. Everything feels like it’s happening in slow motion. You can’t hear the crashing of the waves anymore, or the sound of your crew mates’ banter. You have never felt more present and yet so far away. Luffy’s hand is still on yours as he leans in further. You close your eyes and notice your shallow breathing. You feel his lips press against yours. They’re soft and light. It was only a quick second but it was enough to make you gasp.

You open your eyes to see Luffy smile. His face is a deep shade of red and you assume yours also is. You bite your lip to hold back an impulse, but it fails. You grab Luffy’s face once again and kiss him. You feel him relax into the kiss, which is already longer than the previous one. Your heart is racing as you feel Luffy cup your cheek with his hand. As you both pull away you’re both breathing heavily. “That…” Luffy begins but his words trail off. “I don’t know what to say…” You simply smile and bite your lip. “What do you feel, Luffy?” You finally find it within you to speak. “It’s.. It’s hard to describe um..” He begins. You see his eyes scan your face, trying to find the words.

“It’s like a strange sensation in my mind and my body… I feel um… I feel like these warm tingles and it’s hard to think sometimes.” He speaks softly. You simply smile and pull him in for a hug. He gasps at the sudden embrace and soon you feel his arms wrap around you. You can hear his heart beating in his chest. You close your eyes and sigh, feeling yourself be present in this moment. A moment you really never thought would happen.

[loonsloon]

@rosekillermicrofic may 9 – blood – 722 words cw: blood and injuries, but nothing explicit

It was their usual Friday night.

Barty is standing in front of the mirror in their dingy, dimly lit bathroom. The only source of light—being the yellow lightbulb that keeps flickering above his head every few seconds—is making his beaten-up face seem worse than it already is. Creating a shadow across what he's pretty sure is his broken nose. There is also a bruise forming high on his left cheekbone, which hurts a bit to the touch, and a gash on his other one. It's not that deep, but Barty's all hot and sweaty, causing it to bleed a bit more than it should.

The blood is dripping all over the floor, and the sink is filled with bloody cotton balls and tissues—a visual representation of Barty's failed attempt to stop the bleeding.

From the corner of his eye, he can see Evan leaning across the doorframe, watching him with a scowl.

''Are you just going to stand there looking all pretty, or are you going to give me some help?'' Barty asks, tossing yet another cotton ball into the sink.

Evan makes a show off rolling his eyes, and it takes him a few moments to peel himself off the doorframe and reach Barty in a total of three strides. With his left hand, he grips Barty's jaw and tilts it towards the light to inspect the gash.

''How many more times will I have to clean your face after you make an idiot out of yourself?''

Barty knows Evan is not really mad at him, maybe slighty annoyed. And no, it’s not the first time they’ve found themselves in the same position in which Evan tends to his wounds. It happened so many times it became a tradition at this point.

It seemed like Barty's only purpose for going out was to bring home a reminder—a souvenir if you will—that takes the form of a bruise, bloody wound or even a broken bone. Only for Evan to collect it with gentle hands and tend to it with soft kisses.

''I'm pretty sure, this will be the last time'', Barty hisses through pain as Evan just started dabbing alcohol on his cheek.

''You say this every time Barty, and yet you manage to come home in an even worse condition.''

And it's true, Barty won't deny that. It only takes a few shots of cheap tequila and a few drags of Evan's joint for Barty to push the wrong buttons of a random person that he chose to bother on that particular night out. And he feeds off of it. Making a bet with himself on how long it would take before the guy in question snaps and turns his fists on him. Somehow, he almost always loses. This time he was pretty much sure the guy won't actually indulge him, and you could say that he was taken by surprise, as he really wasn't expecting his ass to be handed to him on a silver platter.

''This time is different, I won't do it again, promise,'' Barty almost pouts, and this makes Evan tilt his head to the side with a playful glint in his eyes. A knowing smirk forming in the corners of his mouth.

''What makes it different this time?''

''I think this guy finally beat some sense into me, I mean, look at my face,'' Barty looks at himself in the mirror, and Evan follows his gaze to analyse his beaten-up features. There’s a certain expression on his face as their eyes meet, that Barty can't quite figure out.

The bleeding has finally stopped, and Evan makes a hum sound as he returns his attention to rubbing some kind of ointment on Barty's cheek.

''Well, you do look like you've been mauled by a bear, and I'm pretty sure your nose is broken,'' Evan finishes his tending and turns around to wash his hands in the sink. He doesn’t bother to throw out the blood-painted cotton balls, leaving the job for Barty.

''I know, but you should see the other guy,'' Barty smirks, and this causes Evan to lift his head from the sink to examine his own blood-free reflection. A smug look on his face is quickly replaced by a forced gasp,

"What makes you say that Barty? I look great!''

[loving-and-dreaming]

Can you write a little something about Sirius walking in on you cuddled in his sweater please?

I truly hope you like this 💕💕 I tried my best. It’s my first one in awhile 😅

When Sirius got back to their shared flat, he thought nothing was out of the ordinary. Living with two guys and his girlfriend there is always bound to be noise, especially with his girl. He knows how much silence bothers you so the soft music coming from the record player in his room raised no red flags. However, what did make him curious was the lack of voices singing along. You and James are notorious for belting whatever song is playing at the top of your lungs. Siri brushed it off as if you must have your nose buried in a book.

He sets his legs in the trey, his shoes on the rack(if he didn’t he knows you and Moony would be at his throat). “Sweetheart, I’m home!” No one answers, typically he will get a cheeky answer from James or you running to get your daily dose of hugs. “James?” Still no answer. Looking at the shoe rack he sees James's running shoes nowhere to be found. Well, that answers that question, but your shoes and keys are in place. That leads him to explore the flat. He checks the living room, kitchen, bathroom, nothing. His last stop is y’all’s shared room.

At first glance, he didn’t see anything, but as he looked closer he noticed a lump on the bed. He sniggered, it’s just like his baby to nap. Moving slowly to the bed he notices the blanket slipping off and you clutching his pillow. What he sees next however baffles him. You are all snuggled into your sweatshirt but upon closer inspection, it’s his sweatshirt. The one toy claimed to have no idea where it went, the one he lost last week. Well, it looks like he didn’t lose it as much as you snatched it up. How on earth did he miss this? Y’all live together, how did he miss it?

Laughing to himself, he cannot find it in himself to get upset when you look all cute like that. Hair all over the place clutching his pillow while burrowing farther into his sweatshirt.

Sirius gets up takes his pants off and hits his shirt while carefully climbing in behind you. “Wha? Siri? You’re home?” You turn around and squint at him.

“Yes, Sweet girl. It’s me. Go back to sleep, I could use a nice nap.”

“Mmmm okay, Siri. I love you.” You close your eyes and snuggle closer to your love.

“I love you too sweet girl, and thank you for finding my sweatshirt.” You must have already fallen asleep because normally you would have sassed him back. He presses a tiny kiss to your forehead and closes his eyes, finally able to relax into the arms of his love.