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sanji with a very flirtatious and physically affectionate reader 🤩

Flirt | Sanji x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

Word Count: 800+ words

Genre: Fluffy drabble~! A little bit silly!

A/n: I originally wasn't sure if I could write this because I don't know how to flirt. So I wasn't sure how to write a flirty reader but this one came out by itself when I started writing. It's a silly little thing to be honest >///<. Thank you for the ask anon, I hope you enjoy this! <3

also available on ao3!

Familiar hands wrapped around Sanji's midriff, catching him off guard. It wasn't enough to upset the pan he was cooking on, but the momentary fear of spilling the hot food on you by mistake made his heart jump.

"Saaanjiii," you mumbled into his back, and the chef had to stop himself from fainting at the way he could feel your chest touching his back, along with your lips mouthing words that were tickling him. "I'm hungryyy~!"

"R- Right away, (y/n)-chan!" Sanji stammered, dying internally from the adorable lisp in your voice from having just woken up. You did this every morning, waking up before the rest of the crew. You would slip into the kitchen unnoticed and hug him from behind. The first time it happened, he had nearly upended the egg mixture. Even though he wasn't as surprised anymore, it still drove him insane when your tiny, soft fingers would hold him gently, like he was fragile, but also firmly, like if given the choice, you would never let go.

"The smell of your food always wakes me up," you mumbled, rubbing your face into his back. The chef flushed at the action, beating down the urge to wrap you up in his arms. You were too adorable, and he wasn't sure if you knew how your actions affected him. "I'll freshen up, keep my plate ready?"

"Of course, my sweet," he managed out, telling himself to breathe through his nose. He felt you detach then watched you leave the room before he let his shoulders slump. You were not good for his heart, with your physically affectionate ways and sweet and sometimes suggestive words. But you always said them so innocently that he didn't think you were doing it on purpose.

When you came back, you were more awake and gave him a small squeeze on his hand as a thank you for the food. Sanji sat down opposite to you, watching you eat and talk, answering and giving his inputs wherever he could. Sometime in the middle of the conversation, your foot had swung over to his and it was now trailing up and down his leg in a ticklish way. Sanji saw your lips twitching at the end when he tried to remove his leg and oh.

You were totally doing it on purpose.

So he indulged you, not moving his leg and just letting you feel him up– even though he was blushing hard by the time you were done eating. When you finally removed your leg to stand up, he let out a small sigh or relief and just watched you bounce up to the sink and place your plate. You washed your hands and took a towel to dry them, knowing that Sanji was watching you. With your hands finally dried, you made your way back to where he was sitting and this time, you decided that it was time to be obvious. Clearly, Sanji wasn't getting the hint.

"Back up a bit, Sanji," you tilted your head as you spoke. He didn't question it and immediately put some distance between the chair and the table, eyes still on you. Carefully, you manoeuvred into the gap and plopped down on his lap, startling the chef. Sanji automatically wrapped his arms around your waist so that you wouldn't fall and the pupils in his wide eyes dilated at the proximity.

"(Y-/n)-chan?" He stammered a bit breathlessly. You were in his lap, in his arms, smelling like your citrus soap and it was too much for him and his poor little heart. "W- What are you doing?"

You hummed, picking up his tie and pulling it a little; not enough to get him to move or even feel choked, but just enough for him to feel the pull. "I like it here."

"H- Huh?" Sanji couldn't believe his ears.

"I like you like this," you murmured, letting your right ear press up against his chest, curling up in his arms. "I love that you can flirt with all these girls but the moment I flirt back, you're redder than a tomato. I love how when I touch you, you go a little breathless and stammer unlike your usual cool self. I love that I have this effect on you, but Sanji."

The said man was stiff under you, not even breathing.

"You never get serious," you pouted, taking your head off his chest to look at him. Sanji looked like he was in hell and heaven at the same time. "Do you not like me like I like you?"

You tilted your head at the question and that was it. Blood spurted out of Sanji's nose and he fainted, head dropping back. You blinked for a second before realising what happened.

"Sanji? Sanji?! Oh my god, CHOPPER WAKE UP, SANJI ISN'T RESPONDING!!!"

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Could you do courting and confession headcanons for Sanji? I love both the live action and anime so you can write for either one

this will be fun!!!!

warning; fluffy cotton candy writing and food

Sanji Vinsmoke (anime/manga)

First of all; man gives up on any female he has or will encounter as soon as he realizes that you are the only one that is right for him

makes you any meal you want, makes sure that everything is perfect for you; he wants you to feel always happy near him.

he will protect you with his life and would literally do anything for you; this man is a simp for a reason

once he actually works up the courage to ask you out normally, with the “I love you” for real and all, this man as lost all his perverted ness and is solely wanting to make you know that he generally likes you.

he will most likely do it on an island the crew stopped on for a while.

Sanji Vinsmoke (Live action)

Oh he flirty~ and when he does, he makes you feel like you are the only one in the world right for him.

instead of just making you a dinner or two; he wants to make them with you, he wants to have that close quality time.

He will drag and beg the rest of the straw hats to help him ask you out, give him ideas on how to say “I want you to be my partner” with our seeming desperate

most likely got into a fight with Zoro because he taunted him.

but once everything is set, bro is as smooth as butter… if it’s been over turned… man’s a reck and just shouts out “I Love You” like an idiot and slams his head on the table

I hope you liked it!!!!!

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#PRETENDING TO BE YOUR BF!

SYNOPSIS: you're in a sticky situation and need somebody to help you get a creepy guy away from you. are they up to the challenge? OP CHARACTERS: ZORO & SANJI WARNINGS: nicknames?

a creep had been following you around the town the strawhat crew had been visting, and nothing you said would keep him away. going into stores and diving into crowds, you hoped maybe you'd lose him, but he proved to be extremely stubborn. "like i said sir, i have a boyfriend!" you had told him for the hundreth time, but he didn't believe you. "c'mon, we both know you're lying, sweet thing. just give me a chance, yeah? i'll show you a nice time," he said, and you were just about to start yelling until you spotted--

ZORO. he had no idea you were around, as he had gone into an antique shop not too long ago to find new sword sheaths. even with his back turned towards you, you decided he was your best shot. you made a bee-line for the shop and the guy followed closely behind.

"like i said, sir, i have a boyfriend," you said, gesturing towards zoro in hopes his stature would scare the creep off. however, the pirate didn't turn around, engrossed by the sheaths and other looms in the shop.

the stranger frowned at you, clearly not believing your lie. it hurt you to have to rely on zoro, as he wasn't the brightest in times like these, but it was all or nothing.

"zoro!" you exclaimed, and he turned immediately at your voice, taking in your desperate look. "you said you would catch up with me, i've been waiting for you."

he was unsure how to respond, gulping as you latched onto his arm, and he almost expressed his concerns, but he was beat to it by the stranger.

"this is your boyfriend?" the guy asked, still a bit skeptical but intimidated nonetheless.

the pirate looked the villager up and down, trying to figure out how to react appropriately to this. no matter how much he racked his brain, he couldn't find an answer. however, if you had been as bold as to claim zoro as yours, he trusted you had a reason to do so.

"and who are you?" your --pretend-- boyfriend asked, guarding you with an arm as you stepped behind him, away from the stranger's much-too-curious eyes.

before the creep could answer, you decided to torment him just a bit, "i dunno, he's been following me for hours now. i was scared."

zoro's gaze hardened at that, the grip he held on his swords tightening, "is that so?"

"no! no, i'm sorry, man. i didn't know- listen, i'll leave, alright?" and as soon as the words came out of the villager's mouth, he was gone.

"sorry, zoro. he scared the shit out of me, i thought maybe i'd find sanji in the crowds somewhere to help me, but there's so many blonde people here, you have no idea."

he nodded slowly, very aware of your arms wrapped around his and your slightly trembling fingers. he took a deep breath before turning back around to sort through all the trinkets he'd found.

"it's not your fault. but, maybe we should travel in pairs from now on. i don't want another idiot bothering you until you're practically shaking."

"i am not shaking," you said, to which he sighed, gathering his items and leaving a few coins on the counter. you continued, "but you're pretty scary, y'know?"

"i would hope so, in situations like these," he gave you a lopsided grin, "but seriously, we should just travel together. i don't mind playing pretend for you."

SANJI. he was busying himself at a food market, bargaining with the poor vendor for a discount. he turned around before you even called him, having a sixth sense for your presence. he smiled widely at you, calling your name loudly.

"sanji, my darling," you cringed at your own voice, the sickly sweet nickname dropping hesitantly from your tongue, "i missed you."

the cook didn't miss a beat, "i missed you much more! what do you think, gorgeous? broccoli or cauliflower?"

"uh, both?" you said, still spotting the man now on the opposite side of the street, watching intently.

your blonde "boyfriend" nodded, turning his attention to the vendor he had previously been arguing with, "perfect, i'll get both, ma'am!"

you saw the stranger slowly come closer towards you, and you decided to take action by hugging sanji tightly.

he complimented you instantly on the perfume you were wearing, and he kept talking but your attention was fully on getting away from the stranger.

"sanji?" you whispered, suddenly interrupting what was probably a declaration of love, but it wasn't like that was a rare ocassion anyway.

"yes? i hate to ruin the moment but you're not usually this affectionate, not that i mind, i mean--"

keeping your position in his arms, you reached up to whisper in his ear, lips brushing his cheek from the proximity, "there's a guy that's been following me and i need your help."

he ignored the brush of your lips, an action he surely would've fainted for in any other circumstance. his energy shifted from a playful one to something much more urgent, "are you alright?"

you smiled at him, an assurance that you were fine, just freaked out. you moved away from him, opting to stand at his side and hold his arm.

"can you see him?" sanji asked, paying the lady for the vegetables he purchased and grabbing a hold of the bags you carried.

"yes, behind us, the guy in the blue shirt," you discretely pointed him out, sanji followed your gaze and he let out a laugh.

"him? he thinks he has a chance... with you? how sad. want me to go talk to him?"

you held sanji's gaze, considering his offer, but ultimately deciding against it. if it broke out into a street fight, you'd bring attention to the strawhats, and then you'd probably be reported to the marines.

"no, could you just..." you hesitated, focusing on the cigarette in between sanji's lips to distract yourself from the creep's stare, "pretend you're madly in love with me, or something?"

the cook took the cigarette from his mouth and dropped it to the ground, putting it out so you wouldn't be bothered by the smell of smoke, "you're making it too easy for me. guess my acting skills won't be needed this time, hm?"

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Napping and Cooking

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Straw hat!reader

Characters: Vinsmoke Sanji, Straw hat!reader, Monkey D. Luffy, Roronora Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Arlong

Warnings: Fluff, fighting, the asshole Arlong, Sanji being subtlety flustered, you take lots of naps, Sanji being adorable as hell, everyone worrying over you, protect Nami plan is a go, Sanji being like a boyfriend but nothing's official

Word Count: 1,849

A/N: Reader sleeps a lot because her abilities take up a lot of her energy.

Reader also had a lot of hair and it sometimes gets in their face so she has to flip their head upside down and then back up or run their hand through their hair to see.

Reader has a jacket like Mihawk but it goes down to her knees otherwise she'll trip

This man... is something else

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You enter the restaurant and slip past the host in search of your crew. You can hear Luffy and know exactly where they are. You stand in front of the table, "you guys ditched me."

"You were still sleeping," says Luffy.

"You didn't wake me up," you tell them with a pout.

"We tried to," Nami tells you.

"You’re the one that wouldn’t wake up," Zoro adds, glancing at you; wondering if you’ll even make it through the meal.

-

Sanji glances your way and notices your figure standing in front of an unattended table.

He admires your jacket as he heads over.

-

"Fine, you tried. Now move over, stretchy." You try to move him only to fail, which your captain laughs at. You roll your eyes and walk over him, Usopp being kind enough to scooch over, so you have room.

You sit at the top of the booth. You didn't realize it, but you zoned out until Nami smacked your leg. Your jaw drops as you rub the spot. "Ow. Was that necessary?"

She gestures to the blond standing in front of the table.

"And for the madam?"

"What are we doing?"

Nami and Zoro roll their eyes.

"We're ordering our drinks," Usopp tells you.

"Ah, right. Water."

"And would the madam like stilled, sparkling, mineral? With ice or without? Cubed or crushed?"

The corner of your lip twitches. "Well, aren’t we sweet? You want to please all the ladies you, see?"

His head drops, he glances at the ground before looking back up, staring at you through his lashes and hair. "Only the ones who entice me with their beauty."

"I'll let you surprise me."

"Excellent choice, madam. You will not be let down."

"I know I won't."

"What was that?" Zoro asks.

"What?" You turn to him.

He starts rattling off everything Sanji said.

"He was being polite."

"To you," the orange haired girl mutters.

"Huh?"

"He only called me madam once and then you stole his attention. Clearly there was something about you that caught his eye."

"I don’t think so."

Every single kind of water he offered was brought to the table.

-

After Zoro loses the battle and the head chef along with the blond come in to help him, you two start talking each time he's here.

"I smell food," you lean against the doorway.

He chuckles, "I would certainly hope so. You're the only one who hasn't eaten. Are you worried that worried about your friend?"

"Of course, I'm worried about the idiot but not enough to lose too much sleep over him. My abilities take up a lot of my energy and sleeping helps me. I was napping."

He nods, "ah, now that makes sense." He glances up from the ingredients he grabbed. "Would you like to eat something?"

You nod, "I would, kind of why I came down here."

"I know. How do you feel about exposing your palate to an array of flavors?"

"I think I made a mistake."

He shakes his head, smiling. "Nonsense. I'm going to make you an unforgettable meal."

-

You were up on the roof when Argon and his crew entered.

You secure the rope around your waist before jumping down. "Why are you picking on people less than half your size?"

"Who are you?"

"Someone who's already kicked your bony nosed ass."

He growls, realizing who you are.

"You want to fight someone? Fight me," you smirk. "I'm a better opponent than stretchy." You tug at the rope, rolling it up. "Come on, then. Try to hit me."

He comes at you, and you dodge him.

Again.

And again.

And again.

He growls before his hand clamps down on your jacket (something you made sure happened on purpose).

"Don't touch my jacket."

"Why? You gonna cry if I do."

"No," you grab his hand and twist his wrist, "you might. Clone shift."

He's baffled at the sight of him, standing before him. "Stop it. Turn back."

"Nope."

He and Luffy are outside before you can stop him.

"Hey, you two idiots."

His crew turns to you, eyes widening at the sight of their captain even though he just walked out the door.

You punch the two of them hard enough for them to roll on the dock outside the restaurant.

-

You walk over to check on Sanji and Usopp, the former taking a big hit on his back.

"Are you two-" you groan and hold onto the railing as you shift back to yourself.

Blood catches the story teller's eye. "Did you take some of Zoro's cut?"

All the pain in his body left him as the blond urges forward to catch you.

"So, what? It's nothing. I can take it."

"You overexerted yourself enough already. Come on," Sanji says, helping you up.

"Are we going to help Luffy?"

"We are, you're not."

You let out a small disagreeing noise.

"Don't argue with me."

-

You all catch the sight of the energetic captain falling into the water and rush over.

Sanji's quicker than you and takes action. He throws off his shirt and jacket before diving in.

You force yourself to stay awake and not pass out.

His head pops up back in the surface.

Usopp helps haul the rubber man onto the dock.

You hold a handout for the chef, but he doesn't take it. "Where's Nami?"

"She's gone. She's apart of Arlong's crew," Usopp tells Luffy.

Sanji's body slumps down, his butt resting on the heels of his feet.

Dots cloud your vision and your feet sway, you knew the second you cloned, you were done.

Sanji and Usopp catch you before you could fall.

The blond man leaning down to listen to your heartbeat and make sure you're- "She's still breathing."

"She," Luffy takes a deep breath, his voice coming out scratchy. "She did too much."

"We need to get you two back on your ship."

-

You wake up and find yourself in your room.

You sit up, finding no one else here.

You grab your jacket and make your way to the kitchen.

-

"He convinced you?"

Sanji jumps, not expecting you to be awake. "Are you hungry?"

You nod and slowly make your way over to the couch. "No objections. I'll take whatever the chef makes."

"That can get dangerous if you say that to the wrong person."

"Good thing I'm just talking to you."

The corner of his lips twitch as gets back to work.

"Hey, I just-" Usopp smiles when he sees you here. "You're up. How're feeling?"

"Hungry and tired."

"The usual, cool. I wasn't worried, at all." He stops in front of the chef. "What's new on today's menu?"

"Not for you."

He gasps, "rude. I fought in that battle too, you know."

"You crawled away like a bug being found under a log."

He whines when you out him.

The other two enter the kitchen.

Zoro glances at you, "you're an idiot."

"Way to make a girl feel special asshole."

"You're going to have a scar."

"You're welcome for making sure you don't die because of your own mistake, moron."

He leans against the wall, watching over everyone.

Luffy stretches his arms out to hug you, letting his body slam into you. "You're awake. Are you okay? You passed out. Is that always normal?"

Usopp smacks the captain, "get off her. She just woke up, you're not helping."

"Food is ready."

"Time to eat!"

"No," Sanji smacks Luffy with the dish towel. "The lady gets hers first."

You stick your tongue out at your friend. "I knew I liked you for a reason."

"Other than my good looks."

The green haired man rolls his eyes, "would you stop flirting and feed the idiot before he steals the food."

"Not until the lady gets hers."

"The lady will be fine."

"You call yourself a man. A true man would make sure-"

You flick the two of them on their foreheads. "Shut up."

You give Luffy and Usopp their bowls, "eat you animals."

-

"Oh, we told the town of your sacrifice," you explain to Nami.

"We didn't know. Could you ever forgive us?" The guard asks.

"This is going to be a massacre," the orange haired girl says.

"For them," you crack your knuckles. "I got this."

Usopp thins his lips, "I don't think so. You're just gonna lose consciousness again."

"Why don't I knock you unconscious?"

Sanji steps forward and pulls you off the side. "Excuse her, she was woken up from a nap." He covers your ears. "She's cranky."

You smack his hands off you.

You sit on the wall, watching as everyone fights. It was the smart move, save more of your energy.

It was only when they started bad mouthing Nami that you really started getting fired up. "Woah! Hey! Hey!" You grab a rock and throw it at the fishman's head. "Don't bad mouth my friend!"

Sanji removes his jacket without removing his gaze.

"Now you've done it," Zoro mumbles.

You jump down and walk towards the green haired man.

Sanji doesn't stop until the fishman has been taken care of.

Zoro judges the chef, with him calling out his finishing move.

"Ignore him. You did good, Sanji."

He lowers his head, unable to respond to your comment.

Zoro shakes his head, not in the mood to deal with his pining.

Usopp makes his way back to you.

"Nice of you to join us."

The storyteller smiles. "Yeah, just- uh- wish I didn't miss so much of this."

You glance at Zoro and raise a brow, both of you knowing that he doesn't mean it.

The green haired man just gives him a look of disappointment.

Nami runs away from the deteriorating building and glances back over her shoulder. She turns back and runs towards you guys.

Sanji opens his arms with a smile, "Nami!"

She ignores him and throws her arms around the second in command and storyteller.

You offer him a sorry look before turning around at the sound of her calling your name. "Are you okay?" You ask.

Instead of replying she throws her arms around you, holding you tightly. "Thank you."

"Why?"

"You and Luffy gave me something I never thought I could have."

You smile. "Alright kid, get off me." You wipe her under eyes, making sure no one knew how much she was crying. You pat Sanji's shoulder, "she just doesn't know you yet."

"That would make sense."

"Where's Luffy?"

"He's still in there, fighting Arlong."

You huff, "why can't he wait for help?" You groan and start to take a step forward when they stop you.

The chef grabs your wrist and pulls you back. "Nope."

"Are you nuts?" Usopp asks. "I mean seriously. You want to fight that fishman?!"

"I'm not going to let Luffy-" The building collapses. "Great! My oldest friend is-"

"Nami! We are you're friends! We are your crew!"

"Still alive! Yay!" You jump up and down before throwing yourself into the blond's arms.

"Look who finally got their hug."

"Shut up, Nami."

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★ WAKE UP

zoro (opla) x fem reader

notes: first time writing for one piece and definitely not the last !!

“hey, zoro. it’s my turn to talk to you! i don’t really… know what to say”, you muttered, sitting down on the edge of his bed where he laid unconscious.

he had just gotten slashed along his chest in a dual with mihawk that he requested, a deep cut that made him lose lots of blood in a short amount of time. if it weren’t for the owner of the baratie, zeff, who knows where he would be now. even still, zeff said his survival wasn’t guaranteed even after all the fixing he did. according to him, the only thing that could keep him from dying was his crew keeping him grounded on the earth mentally, and that’s how you ended up where you were. each member of the crew took turns talking to him, and you decided to go last. you didn’t even know how to even approach him.

“i just… i understand that you wanna prove yourself, but did you have to go and get yourself hurt like this?”, you muttered. “i can’t even put into words how i felt when i saw you get cut like that, it felt like i did too in a way, yknow? not being able to do anything but watch, it hurt so bad. it made me feel so weak… but that makes me think about how you felt. well, no matter what, you’re the strongest swordsman to me even if you don’t think so. you’re so much more talented than you think and i wish you could see that”, you spoke, your voice cracking a bit. you’re hand crawled over his, giving it a small squeeze. “you have to wake up, zoro…”, you whispered. you felt a tear run down your face, the tear landing his hand as you sniffled, wiping your face with the back of your other hand.

“quit crying, would you?”, a voice quietly muttered. your eyes widened as your head shot up. you made eye contact with zoro who was looking up at the ceiling. “zoro… ZORO! YOU’RE AWAKE!”, you exclaimed, rushing up to him and looking down at his face. “christ- so loud…”, he complained. your lips curled into a shaky smile, quickly pulling him into a tight hug. “OW- loosen up would you?!”, he groaned of pain, his eyes tightening. “i thought you were dead! don’t scare me like that!”, you said, a small sob coming out as you let him go. his eyes widened at your reaction. were you seriously that worried about him? “of course i’m alive, you really think that would kill me?”, he said. he sighed as his hand slowly cupped the side of your face, a shaky thumb wiping the tear running down your face. “don’t cry, you look stupid”, he muttered, putting his arm down. “jeez, thanks”, you smirked, sniffling a bit.

“i’m not leaving you, luffy, or anyone else on the crew any time soon. so don’t worry so much”, he told you firmly. your eyes widened at his words but quickly softened. “yeah… right”, you nodded. a small moment of silence filled the room before you bent down to his head level. pressing a small kiss to his cheek, you smiled. “i know you won’t. you’re the greatest swordsman after all”, you said quietly. before zoro could even react, your head was already out the door. “GUYS! ZORO’S AWAKE!”, you yelled. commotion arose quickly as luffy, usopp, and sanji ran into the room, crowding around him. his eyes were wide as he looked at you for a second, his cheeks a dusty shade of pink as you smiled, walking out the room.

damn, that woman.

© mirkoluvs. please do not copy, modify, or repost on other platforms. thank you !!

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The Chef and The Pirate Masterlist

{ An ongoing OPLA Sanji x F!reader Fic AU }

° Y/n a young girl dreaming of the freedom of being a pirate finds herself crashing (quite literally) in to the life of a young chef dreaming of the All Blue.

What will become of her dream when she finds herself working for Zeff in order to pay back the damages she caused when she wrecked her ship and the hull of the Baratie?

What will she find in her friendship with Sanji, and an odd boy she meets in a straw hat? °

☁️ - Fluff

🚬 - Smut

🔪 - Angst

One Shots:

Okay? {☁️,🔪}

Main Story:

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netflix i have questions

from One Piece Live Action, S01E06

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SANJI and ZEFF clip, One Piece Live Action, 2023

"it's called imagination, but yeah, i wouldn't expect you to understand"

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One Piece 1.06 "The Chef and the Chore Boy"

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TMNT MASTERLIST

Note: any explicit content will be marked NSFW. Anything with light sexual themes are also marked. Minors, do not interact with explicit posts. Credit to my friend @sheepdarkhours for making this list for me!! You did an awesome job!

❤️🐢 Raphael's Posts:

→ A Little Closer (Part 1) [Raphael x Fem!Reader]:

→ A Little Closer (Part 2) [Raphael x Fem!Reader]:

-> Posted [Raphael x reader]

→ Raphael x Reader Headcanons:

→ Meant to Be (part 1) [Raphael x Fem! Reader Soulmate AU]:

→ Meant to Be (part 2)

–> Meant to Be (end)

→ [Prompt "Run for it" Raphael x Reader]: [mild NSFW]

→ Raphael comforting a Reader after the loss of a loved one:

→ Raph accidentally hurts the reader:

→ Raph with a paratrooper s/o:

→ "If you can't sleep, we could have sex?" [NSFW]

→ Raph with an s/o who likes bugs:

→ Raph is afraid of cockroaches:

→ Raph teaches you how to knit:

→ What if Raph's s/o was kidnapped?:

→ Movie Night [Raph x Reader]: [mild NSFW]

(◍•ᴗ•◍)🐢(◍•ᴗ•◍)🐢(◍•ᴗ•◍)🐢(◍•ᴗ•◍)

💙🐢 Leonardo's Posts:

→ A Night Swim [Leo x Reader]:

-> Bridges [Leo x Reader]:

→ Fleeting [Leo x Dead!Gf] [The Aftermath series]

→ Leo teaches you proper form:

→ Romantic Leo Headcanons:

→ Random Leo Headcanons:

→ Leo reacting to his s/o ovulating: [mild NSFW]

Artwork: Sunlight Sentinel

→ Vulnerable (Chapter - 1) [2012 Leonardo x Reader]: [discontinued for now]

→ Snowed in [Leo x Reader]:

→ I'm To Blame [ Leo x Mutated!Reader]:

→ AO3 Link - Back In The Water: [NSFW]

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💜🐢 Donatello's Posts:

-> The Race to Find The Cure Pt. 1 [Donatello x fem reader] [Apocalypse AU]

-> The Race to Find The Cure Pt. 2

→ Artwork: A Sketch of Donnie with a unknown serum:

→ Artwork: A full fleshed out painting of Donatello:

→ Artwork: A Sketch of Donnie standing up:

→ Donnie teaches you how to use the bo staff:

→ Donnie accidentally spilling chemical in your skin:

→ We Met Within This Screen full chapter list

→ Donnie's Bad Day:

→ AO3 Link - Long Night in Donnie's Lab: [NSFW]

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🧡🐢 Michelangelo's Posts:

→ Always Good Enough [2012!Mikey x Reader]:

→ Shelter [An exploration of Mikey]:

→ "You can't banish me, this is my bed too!" [Mikey x Fem!Reader]:

→ Mickey's Art [Mikey x Reader]:

→ The Hashi [Mikey x Reader]:

→ Mikey teaches you how to skateboard:

→ Artwork: A Sketch of Mikey:

→ Another place, Another Time: [Mikey x Dead!Gf] [The Aftermath series]

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🐢🍕 All the boys!:

→ Making paper ornaments with the boys: [Holiday special]

→ What were the turtles' dreams about dating?:

→ Random TMNT childhood Headcanons:

→ The boys finding out their s/o is a virgin:

→ How they show affection:

→ How the boys react to their s/o being on her period:

→ The boys' mating season:

→ Jealousy among the boys:

→ How they express brotherly love:

→ The boys watching a movie they thought would be boring:

→ What an workout with the boys is like:

→ How the boys would play Among Us (+ Casey and April):

→ The turtles as dads:

→ The boys taking care of a sick s/o:

→ The boys reactions to Splinter giving "The talk™" (part - 1 Leonardo): [mentions of sex]

→ The boys reactions to Splinter giving "The talk™" (part - 2 Donnie): [mentions of sex]

→ The boys reactions to Splinter giving "The talk™" (part - 3 Raphael): [mentions of sex]

→ The boys reactions to Splinter giving "The talk™" (part - 4 Mickey): [mentions of sex]

→ The boys' reactions to you bringing your little cousin over to babysit:

→ How is a relationship with the boys like:

→Things that make the Turtles swoon:

→ How would they comfort their crush when they're depressed:

→ The boys reaction to their crush dying in their arms:

→The boys in control of a v i b r a t o r: [mild NSFW]

→ The boys having a sleepover with their crush:

→ s/o confesses that they feel extremely lonely:

→ The boys with a openly cuddly crush:

→ The boys reaction to a very tall s/o:

-> An S/O tries out some of the boys' things:

-> The boys with a lovey S/O:

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🎃TMNT Trick or Kink (NSFW)

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Bunk Mates Master List

This series is complete! ✔

What is there to tell?

I'm the daughter of Wolf Boykins, academy certification jerk extraordinaire. I'm also a classically trained dancer, who won scholarships for college, but gave all of that up so that my twin brother and I could become marines.

After our stint to please our mother who was a former marine herself, we decided to go after what we really wanted to do with our lives. We wanted to be firefighters.

Now, 6 years, 2 stations, 1 state, and an academy job later, our father is trying to pawn us off on a station who's down a few guys. Station 24.

My name is Alexandria Boykins.

Welcome to Tacoma FD.

Chapters

Station 24

Certifications

Crystal Hose

Stressors

Super Blue Blood Moon

Mike and Ike

The Beefcake Calendar

Christmas In Tacoma and The Fire

The Baby Pool

The Softball Game

Flat Earth Friends

So Long Squeezy

Quickies And Pranks

Delilah

Eddie Penisi Sr.

The 'C' Shift

Mike And Ike Part 2

Celibatember

The Firefighter's Ball

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Hey! Idk if you are accepting requests but if so can you make a Aemond Targaryen x Reader basead on "Mastermind" by Taylor Swift? My idea is that Aemond starts to like the Reader and wants to marry them but he feels very insecure and wants the reader to like him too, so he starts plotting and trying to get closer so it feels organic but he actually is planning everything, then by the end he feels guiltycause he feels he tricked them into the marriage but reader always knew ?Thanks!

A GAME I COULDN’T LOSE ( House of the Dragon x Reader )

AUTHOR NOTE! It makes me so happy to know that you requested my writing! I love this idea! He does ( lowkey ) give off this vibe <3

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem! Lannister! Reader 

prompt: Aemond wants to be loved by Reader, but he doesn’t know someone has been pulling strings..

key: h/c = hair color, Corlys = Laena & Laenor’s father, Baela = Daemon & Laena daughter

word count: 2,000+ words

“Once upon a time, the planets and the fates..And all the stars aligned..You and I ended up in the same room, at the same time..”

The first time he had laid eyes on her,  he was ten. He didn’t know much about the h/c girl, just that she was visiting Rhaena and Baela. Offering the young girls support after the loss of their Mother. Right away, he knew that she was special. She had held their hands throughout the ceremony. She whispered comforting words whenever the adult’s turned their eyes away for a split second. She purposefully ignored Aegon whenever he tried to utter a snide comment to her.

She had a glow to her, that made him stare. He should have been paying attention to the funeral. He shouldn’t have been staring, but he just couldn’t find it in himself to look away. Not when he wanted to know more about the h/c girl in black robes. She was absolutely eye-catching⎯and he was sure that if the circumstances were different, he would have made a attempt to talk to her.  

“And the touch of a hand lit the fuse, of a chain reaction of countermoves..To assess the equation of you..Checkmate, I couldn't lose..”

The last time he had seen her, he was ten. His vision was blurred and the pain was unbearable. But, even through all of that he could still see her icy glare. Burning holes into him and his brother. Her hand gripped tightly on Baela’s shoulder, a wet rag in her other hand.  Even though he lost an eye, he felt somewhat better knowing that she was looking at him. Sure, it was out of disgust and anger. But, it was a start. 

Their eyes lock for a second, her glare deepening. A sneer now forming on her pretty face. He was sure that if it was just the two of them, she’d curse him out. And as odd as it was, he wished for it. He wanted to know her name. He wanted her to talk to him⎯even if she was damning him to hell and back. He wanted her. And he would get her one way or another. 

“What  happened?” Corlys questions, staring at his granddaughter in worry. 

“He…” Baela stutters out, her eyes brimming with tears. 

“Allow me to explain, my lord?” Y/N speaks up, rubbing Baela’s shoulder.

“Speak, child.” He nods.

Looking at  Baela for confirmation to continue, the young girl nods her head, the tears in her eyes now starting to fall down her bloody cheeks. The h/c girl swallows the lump in her throat. Rubbing her thumb on her shoulder, Baela grabs at her hand, gripping onto it tightly. The pain of what had happened painted on the young girl's face. 

“Aemond claimed Vhagar, he did it  in security so that they would not get the chance to oppose it.” Y/N explains, “After being confronted, he insulted Luke and Jace, calling them bastards. They defended their honor.” 

“You tell the truth, child?” Corlys asks, looking at her for any deceitfulness. 

“I do, sir. I gain nothing from telling lies.” She whispers, keeping her eyes on him. 

Aemond watches as Corlys stares her down, a serious look on his face. Those kinds of accusations were as serious as they come. If they found to be lies, she’d be punished or worse⎯killed. Turning her eyes from Corlys to him, Corlys’s eyes follow her, a death glare on his face. 

“Do not let them punish the boys for his mistake.” She begs, placing her hand on Corlys’s arm. 

“What if I told you none of it was accidental? And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me..I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork..The dominoes cascaded in a line..”

The next time he saw her, he was eighteen, and it may not have been so accidental. He never thought that he would see the h/c girl ever again. But, when he heard a whisper from the maids of one of the lord’s girls returning after being away for so long. He made sure to be in the area. Watching from a distance, she adorned a simple red dress, a bright smile on her face⎯much different than the last time he saw her. His heart fluttered at the sight. 

Picking up her skirt slightly, she picks up her pace as she walks, approaching a man. Bowing her head at a few people, she sprints at the man, a loud laugh leaving her lips. Spinning her around in a circle, she buries her head into his shoulder, her h/c hair bouncing around. That must have been her father. Pulling away from the hug, he grabs her arm, tugging her away from everyone’s prying eyes. 

“I missed you!” She gushes, “It’s been far too long.” 

“Agreed, far too long. How is your brother? Meria? How is the baby?” He questions, a bright smile on his face. 

“Wonderful! He’s been prancing around preaching about him having a son. Meria had to lock him in their chambers to stop him from embarrassing himself any further.” She explains, “How has the court been? The last time I was here, I was a mere child.” 

“Troubled. But, I am sure things will work out in time.” He nods, patting her arm. 

Nodding her head in understanding, they slow down their pace, now away from the nosy eyes of the people on the dock. Patting her arm gently, a troubled look appears on her face, probably wondering why the court was so troubled. Not that he blamed her. Targaryen politics were⎯how to put it⎯difficult at time? Passing by him, they completely ignore his presence, seemingly in their own little world. 

Stepping out from the shadows, he clears his throat loudly, making sure to get their attention. They both tense up at the sound, pausing mid-step. Slowly looking over their shoulders, their grips tighten on one another. Their faces showing their thoughts, shit. Forcing smiles onto their faces, they bow in respect. 

“Ah, Y/N. You remember Prince Aemond. Don’t you?” Her father pipes in, tensing at the sight of him. 

“I do.” She spits out, nodding.

“My lady.” He smirks, “I’ve seen you’ve grown too. No longer the feisty young girl that I once knew.” 

His eyes lower to her hand, wanting her to extend it. He wanted to place a kiss on the back of her hand, like he was supposed to do. He wanted to be a gentleman. He wanted to show her the respect she deserved. Her eyes flicker down, seemingly catching what he wanted. She clenches her jaw, holding her hand out for him. A giddy feeling blooming in his chest. Carefully grasping her hand, he practically melts in his shoes at the feeling of her hand in his.

“Yes, my time in Winterfell has made me mature.” She forces out, tensing as he places a kiss to her knuckles. 

“I can tell.” He teases, “Will I see you tonight? We are having a feast for my brother’s marriage with Helaena.” 

“You will.” She nods, relaxing as he pulls away. 

“Promise to save me a dance?” He asks, trying desperately to not sound to eager. 

“I think about it.” She muses, “Until then, Prince Aemond.” 

“What if I told you I'm a mastermind? And now you're mine, it was all by design..'Cause I'm a mastermind...”

She did in fact not save him a dance. Instead, she happily took Aegon’s hand. Not before, shooting him a teasing wink over her shoulder. If Aegon wasn’t his brother⎯Correction, if there wasn’t as many people in the hall as there was now, he’d have struck his brother down. Glaring holes into the back of Aegon’s head, he could hear everyone’s giggling, his mother even making a teasing remark.

“Why don’t you ask her for a dance, Aemond?” Alicent questions, a slight giggle to her voice. 

“She took Aegon’s hand.” He deadpans, eyes glued to her. 

“Only because she is teasing you.” Rhaenyra teases, “She’s a Lannister. She’s going to make you work for her hand.” 

“Shush, Rhaenyra! Can you see him turning red?” Alicent teases, the woman bursting into giggles. 

Turning his head to the woman, a snarky remark was on the tip of his tongue, but he held it back. He would let them enjoy this. Tomorrow they’d be sober and back at each other’s throats. Looking back at his brother, he places a kiss on the back of her hand, a smirk on his lips. Muttering something to her, she gently slaps his arm, shaking her head with a laugh. When he got the chance, he’d beat Aegon to a pulp. 

Clenching his jaw at the sight, Aegon holds his hand out for her to take, hopefully to escort her off the dance floor and into his arms. Placing her hand into his, they walk off the floor, heading over to the table. Jumping up at the sight of them, he stands up from his seat, holding a hand out for her to take. But, she does not take it once again. 

“Lady Lannister, wonderful to see you again. Are you enjoying the festivities?” Alicent smiles, a light snicker leaving her lips.

“Indeed, your majesty.” Y/N smiles, “Although, I must say the party is more tame than I am used to. Winterfell’s festivities are less..calm, so to say.” 

Nodding their heads in understanding, she finally turns to him, her lips slightly twitching up into a smile. His heart pounds in his chest. If only he had the ability to freeze time. Holding her hand out for him, he carefully grabs it, afraid that she’d pull away too soon. Pressing a gentle kiss on the back of her hand, she narrows her eyes slightly, like she was trying to read him. Meeting her eyes, she slowly pulls her hand away, turning her attention onto his mother.

“Queen Alicent, will you dance with me?” She questions, “Aegon has grown tired and I much prefer someone new to dance with.”

“You see, all the wisest women had to do it this way..'Cause we were born to be the pawn in every lover's game..”

She holds onto Alicent’s hands, twirling the older woman in a circle. Giggles leaving the older woman’s  lips as they spin around. Perhaps, in another time where war wasn’t a looming threat, things could have been more like this. Happy. Not a care in the world. Slowly coming to a waltz, a mischievous glint appears in Alicent’s eyes, almost like she knew something that no one else knew.

“Your son, Aemond.” Y/N questions, an innocent look on her face. 

“What about him?” Alicent teases, an amused look on her face.

“He doesn’t think⎯” Y/N shakes her head, “Oh, forget about it.”

The amused look on Alicent’s face grows. Now this, she had to hear.

“No, you have gotten my attention. What is it?” Alicent nods, motioning for her to continue. 

“I was going to say. He doesn’t think it was an accident meeting me at the docks, does he?” Y/N questions, innocently.

“What do you mean?” Alicent furrows her brows together. 

Y/N’s face flashes mischievous before being painted in fake innocence. She was a Lannister after all. She always had a trick or two. Tucking a strand of hair away from Alicent’s face, she pulls the woman close to her. Almost like a hug, but not quite. Hiding her face in her hair, Alicent wraps her arms around her, pulling her in close. 

“My mother always said that I should never let fate handle things. That if I want something, I should make it happen.” Y/N whispers, keeping her voice low enough to not be overheard. 

“What are you saying?” Alicent questions, raising a brow. 

“It was not a coincidence that we reunited after all of this time, my Queen. I know of the approaching war. I know sides will be picked.” Y/N explains, her voice low.

“What are you suggesting?”

“Let us marry. A tie between both of our houses will be beneficial.” She smirks, “The Lannister riches? The Lannister allies? And the Targaryen crown? A very powerful duo. One strong enough to win the war.”

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Soft Spoken

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jake's loud and obnoxious tone of voice made you want to vomit. You only knew his arrogant drawl but on a rare occasion, you get to hear the softer tone of Hangman's voice.

wc: 1.3k

a/n: I'm a Bob girl but Hangman being a secret nice guy makes me weak...

Jake Seresin only had two tones of voice in your opinion. Loud and cocky. That’s how the two of you met, the pilot barreling into your hanger shouting with his Texas drawl being thickened by his frustration. You yelled at him with the same amount of arrogance and bitterness as he complained about the repairs to his plane. Seresin’s obnoxious arrogance didn’t even fade a bit when he apologized after your repairs saved his life. 

After that day, the loudness started to dim but the obnoxious tone only heightened. Whatever arrogance-filled comment made your ear drums shrivel and your lips form a frown. Hangman’s voice was the worst part about him and he made sure to talk to you every day, much to your vexation. 

“Shit,” you groaned, blinking for some sort of comfort. You’d been staring at your bright screen for God knows how long and the dry eyes and rumbly stomach was the proof. The screen went dark, and the red numbers of your alarm clock shone from your desk. It was only eight, the sun had just gone down on the other side of your blackout curtains. 

Your bones cracked as you rolled out of your bed, your oversized Navy t-shirt rising with your arms as you stretched your exhausted body. Hearing the low rumble again, you turned on your lamp and swiped your wallet off the light-colored wooden desk. The vending machine on the floor below you was newly stocked and it was calling your name. 

After you exited the elevator the silence of the floor was cut short. Your ears perked at the low smooth voice coming from one of the dorms. Your eyebrows raised, the man's voice was smooth as silk and made you gravitate closer. 

You were hooked on every muffled word coming from the room in the middle of the hall, assuming it was his room because it was the only one with an open door. You noticed that he had an accent, only appearing occasionally from how soft he spoke. Halting just before the door’s opening, you pressed your back against the hall to listen to him more.

God, he sounded like one of those men who recorded those audiobooks you’d sometimes listen to as a means to fix your insomnia. You definitely wouldn’t mind falling asleep to the sounds of the stranger's voice. Why were you swooning over a man’s voice? But it was a very enchanting voice, beautiful and full of care. 

The anticipation was slowly starting to get to you with your fingers beginning to twitch from the jittery feeling in your body. You had to know who he was; just one small peek and you’d be on your way to the vending machine. Slowly, you turned and poked your head in to see his back to you. He was a tall blond with strong shoulders, his muscles could still be seen, though mostly hidden because of his black shirt. He sat at his desk with a book in hand, two children no more than eight years old smiling over a video call. 

The man’s smooth voice kept pulling you away from the comfort of the wall until you were leaning against his door frame with your arms crossed. 

“Uncle Jake, there’s a girl behind you,” the little boy whispered, his hand covering his giggling mouth. 

The man placed the children’s book on his knee and turned around. A freezing chill ran through your warm system, your blood turning ice cold as the green eyes of Hangman met your own. Your jaw clenched so tightly that you swore it would break and you struggled to keep your composure. 

The enchanting, well-spoken voice belonged to the man that completely vexed you. 

“Well, well, well,” he hummed lowly, arrogance simmering at the surface. Hangman turned the rest of his body and scooted away from his desk. “Abby, Tommy…this is Y/N, the best mechanic in the Navy,” he introduced in the same tone he used while reading their bedtime story.  Jake just smirked at you as the kids greeted you. It wasn't condescending but it also wasn’t reassuring, what the hell was it?

“H-hello,” you greeted bashfully, sending them a small wave. Jake murmured something to the kids before placing them on mute and turning his attention fully to you. 

“What brings you down here, Y/N?” he asked. 

There it was again. That handsome bastard saying your name without an ounce of flirtation or the signature way he growled your name just to get under your skin. Your name spilling from his chapstick-covered lips felt, right? It was almost soothing. Before you knew it, your heart had melted at the softness of Jake Seresin and the way his voice changed when there was no one to impress or flirt with—just an uncle calmly reading the kids Winnie the Pooh. 

You suddenly liked the soft side of Hangman. You suddenly liked him. 

“The, uh, guys restocked the vending machine—you want anything?” you recovered not so smoothly and when he slouched in his chair and his smirk grew wider, you knew he caught on. 

“No thanks, princess,” he chuckled. He then eyed you up and down, his tongue swiping along his lower lip, “but you’re more than welcome to stay and finish the story with us.”

You hummed and nodded along as he spoke. There was a small pause before you had the courage to speak again. “I’ll stand for a bit.” 

Jake flashed another knowing glare before he carried on with the ending of the book. You don’t remember how you got there, but you were sitting on the foot of his bed and watching his thumb graze the spine of the book while he read. 

“Enjoy the show?” he taunted as he shut his laptop and placed the book on top of the silver surface. 

There was the Jake you knew and loathed. You huffed and rolled your eyes, crossing your legs on his bed. “You should speak like that more often—people might like you better,” you teased in return. Hangman let out a small chuckle and ran a hand through his short hair. 

“You mean, you’d like me better.” You refused to look but you just knew that his signature cocky smile was plastered on his perfect face. 

“If only the sound of your voice didn’t fuck up my eardrums all the time, Hangman.” You chose your next words wisely. You didn’t want to call him ‘soft’ and have the man argue with you till the end of time. “If you spoke like this,” your hand came up and made a circle motion, “I might go out with that Jake.” 

Hangman came closer in his chair, close enough that you could see the small and pretty lines on his forehead. “And how did I sound?” he asked in a hushed voice, the small rasp made you shiver. 

“Comforting—and I think I’d like to get to know this side of you if there’s anything left of him.” 

Jake leaned in a little closer and slowly placed his hand on your knee just in case you turned him down. “How about Friday? I’ll bring a big kid book to read by the beach,” he offered.  

Even his touch felt different. You were accustomed to sharp pats on the back as he nonchalantly thanked you for your work and the tight clutching of your wrist as he guided you through the crowd of the Hard Deck. His large hand sat there, the warm touch causing a fire to spread on your skin. 

Your eyes flashed upward to him. “Fine,” you agreed. He started to close in the gap but you placed your hand on his chest to stop him. “So am I really the best mechanic in the Navy?” 

“If I say yes will you let me kiss you?” he sighed, his frustration beginning to grow like it always does with you. 

“Yeah.” 

His lips covered yours and as he pulled away he spoke softly, “You’re the best mechanic in the Navy, Y/N.” 

His words warmed your body, the familiar tingle made you giggle before kissing him again, your hand resting on top of his and the vending machine long forgotten.

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“eddie should be back in s5!” i say into the mic. the crowd boos. i begin to walk off the stage in shame. “no, she’s right!” i hear a voice in the back say. the lights come on. it’s metallica.

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the one piece

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake had seen you in everything under the sun, but a single black one-piece swimsuit turns him absolutely feral.

warnings: suggestive, no smut. afab!reader

wc: 1.1k

a/n: i feel like one piece suits don't get enough love and here we are...

Penny had invited the team to her house, kindly offering her backyard and her pool for the team to decompress and celebrate a successful mission. The southern California sun was calling for chlorine-ridden water and cheap beer. Jake stood back with Coyote and Fanboy, watching and internally critiquing the way Maverick and Rooster grilled a few feet away. He was about to say something to the younger man that would ruffle his tail feathers but a sharp jab to his side drew his attention away. “Your girl’s here,” Coyote smirked, pointing his beer bottle in the direction of you and Phoenix. 

You managed to take his breath away with a single flash of your eyes. You looked at Coyote and sent him an excited wave, then you looked at the tall blond, flipping him off and grinning sarcastically. “Not my girl..." Jake grimaced, but he really wanted you to be.  

He continued to discreetly watch as you and the other aviator walked to the pair of lounge chairs. His death grip on the neck of the dark brown bottle tightened as you removed your long-sleeved shirt, revealing your pitch black one-piece swimsuit. “Jesus,” he hissed under his breath as he saw how stunning you looked and how your curves fit deliciously in the material. He was still a man and absolutely noticed how your breasts looked in the deeply cut neckline. 

“You need a pillow to cover that or somethin’?” his friend teased. 

“Shut up.” 

Hangman had seen you in everything over the years that fate had cruelly intertwined your careers. His emerald green eyes had grown accustomed to seeing you in every outfit the Navy issued, familiar with the certain way you tied your flight suit around your waist. He knew your preferences of sundresses for the spring and large sweaters during the winters. His heart skipped a beat when he saw you in a two-piece for the first time on a day off. 

But this certain piece of attire made him want to take a dive into the coldest water on the planet. He’d always thought you were beautiful, not even the baggy flight suits couldn’t conceal how pretty you were to him. 

You noticed his eyes on you for most of the afternoon, even while he played football in the water with the other guys you could feel his glare. It was never unwanted or made you feel uncomfortable, you rather liked when the cocky aviator looked at you. You weren’t sure why he was looking at you so much today, your hair was up and out of your face, and sunscreen was slathered on your skin. You didn’t look special. 

After a while, Jake’s shadow loomed over you, the words of your book becoming harder to read. With a frown, you glanced upward at the source. Your thighs closed instinctively as Jake’s toned chest shone in the light, the lucky water droplets sliding down his skin. God, he looked good in the dark green board shorts that hung low on his hips, the beautiful v shape tempted you to your core. “Bagman,” you greeted. 

“Of all the things to do at a pool party and you choose to read, princess?” he quipped. 

You sat up and placed your closed book at the foot of the plastic pool chair. “You should try it sometime. Enrich that pea brain of yours.” 

Jake chuckled, unphased by your jab at his strong ego. “You’re funny,” he laughed sarcastically and watched as you put your book in your bag and stood up from the chair. His eyes followed your frame as you walked towards the edge of the pool. Fuck he swore your hips were swaying more than normal just to taunt him. The curve of your ass already doing a wonderful job at plaguing his mind with filthy thoughts. 

He turned and saw you nonchalantly pat the spot next to you, your eyes focused on the small blossoms falling from Penny’s tree. Jake took the hint and sat next to you, his knee brushing against yours as they gently swayed back and forth in the water. “I’ll never understand you, Hangman,” you sighed, leaning back on the palm of your hands. 

His eyes darted away, trying not to stare at your chest. “How so?” he snickered. 

“Pretty girls swarm you all the time and yet you choose to stare at me all day.” 

His cheeks turned red as roses in an instant. “You noticed.” 

“Mhm,” you hummed in acknowledgment, looking over at him. “Was it the pasty sunscreen? The book, the hot pink beach towel?” 

Jake shook his head and slid off the edge and into the pool. He shivered at the cold water and turned to face you, his arm outstretched for you. Rolling your eyes, you joined him in the water and let his hands fall to your hips. His strong hands brought you closer until his lips were dangerously close to your ear. “The swimsuit,” he growled. 

You bit back a chuckle. “Of all the things I could wear, a one-piece gets you all hot and bothered for me?” you whispered back. His fingertips brushed along your lower back, two of his fingers trailed along your skin while the others felt the material he was so obsessed with.   

“How have no idea what you do to me every day, baby, but today,” he all but moaned in your ear, his eyes looking down at the exposed valley of your breasts, “you chose that and I swear to God it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever worn.” 

“Jake,” you whimpered, the magnetic force of his words drawing you in closer to his chest, your forehead pressed to his collarbone. You swore you could hear his heartbeat pound against his ribcage from being so close. You eventually pulled back and lifted your chin to meet his cocky smirk. “Looks like you need a cold shower there, Seresin,” you told him, regaining your confidence. 

“You could use one too,” he retorted. 

You looked towards the patio door, the reflection of you and Jake standing in each other's embrace glaring back at you. “We could go take one together,” you offered, slipping out of his arms and making your way to the steps. Jake let you get out first and started to casually follow after you walked inside Penny’s house.

He entered the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist, his lips connecting with the side of your neck. He placed scathing kisses on your skin while his strong hands gripped the outer layer of black material that covered your stomach. “Keep this on,” he growled.

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- This kid’s gotta get his ego in check. - It’s his tone. Right?

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July 28 prompts: Family / Dustin and his dads