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Choco my baby boy

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Old man Logan p☆rn links

A porn link post dedicated to old man Logan because he IS the hottest Logan and I'm ovulating so badly rn I gotta satisfy this craving somehow if I can't actually have him😔

You can find part 1 by clicking here

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• No matter how many times you cum on his cock, old man Logan needs you to give him one more, he loves seeing you cum for him.

• The best things that come with having sex with old man Logan are the intimate, naked cuddles afterwards.

• The closer you and old man Logan get to cumming, the needier and sloppier your kisses become.

• The way you run your hands through his greying hair while you make out has shivers running down old man Logans spine (this is literally the hottest video i have ever seen guys this is getting me too horny, if I can't kiss my man like this i dont want him)

• Old man Logan is more than cabable to drive the limousine with only one hand if his needy girl sits next to him.

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You guys loved the first part, so here is a second. I know, I may sound deprived, but WHO THE FUCK is the guy in the first few videos? Asking for a friend I need to know ASAP🙏🏻

I can't stop watching the fourth video its making my stomach do flips ya'll I wanna make out w Logan like that for hours. Why is life so unfair

Born to be old man Logans wife, forced to write fanfics about him and cry

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Was making the joke about a lot of very smart people being furries with my S/O and decided to ask Google if neil degrasse tyson was a furry. I'm crying the way the AI overview phrases it makes it sound like you can't be a black physicist/astrophysicist and be a furry. Those things are mutually exclusive.

@neildegrassetysonofficial

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Drives past a herd of deer.

Me: Oh deer

S/o on the phones and can't see the deer: ...

Me: Doe you see that

S/o: ...

Me: whos ever herd of seeing so many deer

S/o: ...

Me: fur real, I'm racking my brain and just can't say.

S/o: ...

Me: But then again, hooves to say.

S/o: ...

Me: Because I don't bucking know.

S/o: I'm gunna hang up

Me:🥺

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GF: why did we ever stop using floppy discs they had so much space

Me: cause CDs are really compact

GF: .....

GF: yes compact discs are very compact

Me: .... fuck god damn etymology god damn abbreviations

GF: you just realized that didn't you?

Me: totally not ¯\_( -3-)_/¯

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My take on Rosei from hazbin Hotel. Changed her to be more edwardian. And changed her hat, basing it off of the trend in the late 1800's early 1900's to have taxidermied birds on fancy women's hats. Shes one of my favorite characters =D

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@itsapmseymour I caught Cyana looking really pretty this morning.

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The yip yaps have been imprisoned for goblin crimes.

Mainly, the goblin crime of being small

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Hello, is everything ok? You could do some Perospero headcanons with a girl her age, they have really liked each other since they were children, but they grew up far from each other and now they have found each other again

hay sorry it took me so long to answer you. I've been having major writer's block. I know this isn't exactly what you asked for but I hope you still enjoy it :D

trigger warnings: none pure fluff

pronouns She/her

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I couldn't want anything more

Perospero’s breath caught in his throat, as he read over the newspaper. In big bold letters right at the top read, World Famous Pastry chef Coming to Totto Land. the picture next to it showed the face of a smiling woman in a chef’s outfit. Shed aged but he knew for certain it had to be (y/n) (l/n), and she was coming back to totto land. He couldn't help but smile.

He hadn't seen her in decades. He closed his eyes, he could still see her face, still hear her laugh, even after all this time shed never truly let the memory of her fade. His thoughts traveled to the last time he'd seen her. He was in his twenties, Hed stood on the docs waving her goodbye. Though it broke his heart he’d told her to go, encouraged her to follow her passions. Take the internship. He loved her. He loved her so much. That's why he had let her leave him. He felt tears prick the corners of his eyes. God he wished she had chosen to stay. Chose him.

“What’s got you so upset?” Oven asked his brother.

“(y/n)’s coming back,” Prospero answered wiping the tears from his eyes, a grin forming on his lips. How had life treated her? What stories would she have to tell him?

“That floozie?” oven snorted. He remembered how Perospero had locked himself away for weeks after she’d left. He could never forgive that woman for hurting his brother like she had.

“Oh don't call her that.” Pereospero huffed rolling his eyes. Running a hand through his long hair, “It's not like she ran off chasing some man. She was following her dreams.”

Oven rolled his eyes, “she turned her back on you, and the family doesn't matter what it was for.”

“I told her to go,” Perospero answered with a roll of his eyes. “Hardly call that her turning her back on us.”

“Dosen't matter, but she aged like milk anyway, you can do better.” Oven grunted.

Perospero laughed studying the image of (y/n)’s smiling face, “no she's aged like a fine wine.” he said as he showed oven the picture, “like an expensive vintage.”

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It had taken decades, but finally, she could come home. She was now a chef and baker worthy of being among the ranks of Lin Lin’s kitchen. That was half the reason she’d run off to study under the finest chefs and bakers. The other half was a mix of wanting to be someone Perospero could be proud of and a love of the craft. She had never been anything other than a street rat when he’d known her but still, he had loved her.

She closed her eyes and pictured his face, not the one on his wanted posters, but the one she had held and kissed. His warm chocolate eyes, the way the corner of his eyes and the bridge of his nose crinkled when he laughed. He had always believed in her. So many times she had closed her eyes and remembered nothing but the whispered encouragements he’d told her thinking she was asleep. Those words were what kept her going.

She knew she had no right to his heart anymore. She wasn't insane. She would always love the man who had done everything to let her spread her wings and fly. But who knows if he was still that man. All she wanted was to tell him in person how thankful she was for all he’d done for her. She hoped he had lived a wonderful life. Found another love. Maby he had even had children. That thought made a smile stretch across her lips.

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(y/n) stood in her new bakery, right on Whole Cake Island. It was empty. But looking around it she knew it was the perfect place to live the rest of her life. She could picture the tables and lovely decorations, she knew she'd have navy blue curtains with polka dots. This would be her home. 

“You still get lost in your head.” a soft chuckle broke (y/n) from her thoughts.

She spun around to see the one person she'd been both terrified and utterly over the moon to see. The shocked look on her face melted into a smile, “It's still a maze up hear.” she jokingly knocked on her head, “Actuly might be an even worse of a maze now.”

Perospero laughed, she really had aged well. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were deep, showing she’d spent quite a lot of time smiling, and she had some sun spots on her skin but it only made her look refined. Her once vibrant (h/c) hair now had steeks of gray in it. “I'd be shocked to find your mind as anything less than a maze.” he paused a moment. Lost in the moment. Hed expected it to feel more awkward but it felt natural, “So the world-famous, (Y/n) (l/n) has made the decision to open up shop on little old Whole Cake island?”

“Lin Lin was thrilled to have me open up here.” (y/n) paused before murmuring under her breath, “Old bat didn't even recognize me. Like shed whipped the memory of me being glued to your side for almost 7 years”

Prosper snorted, “Now, now, be nice to my mother.” he chided.

“Ma’am’s boy,” Mel jeered.

The pair looked at each other for a long moment. Then they both laughed, laughed like they were back in their twenties. Yes, so much time had passed but they were largely the same people they had been.

“So tell me did you find yourself a pretty little wife or did your dear old mom marry you off for political gain?” (y/n) asked as she regained a bit of composure.

“I never did get married,” Perospero answered. He did not want to hold his breath in hoping she might say the same thing, “After you left my positions in the big mom pirates really grew. And when you work with your family there is no healthy work-life balance.” he paused, “So, when do I get to meet the man that managed to steel your heart?” he asked trying his best to sound playful.

“I've had a fling or two but never did I find someone I clicked with like I did you,” (y/n) answered stepping closer to him. 

Silence filled the air. The possibility of what could have been hanging heavy. What their lives might have been if (y/n) had stayed.

“Do you ever regret your choice?” Prospero asked his throat feeling dry.

(y/n) closed the space between them taking his hands into hers. She looked deep into his eyes, the same chocolate eyes that could see straight threw her, “I wanted to be someone you could be proud to call yours. I thought when id left it would be only a few years. Then I'd come back and be someone you could have been proud to have at your side.”

Perospero squeezed her hands, “I was always proud to call you mine.”

“I think back to that day. Think about what we would have been if I'd never gotten on that ship. And every time the daydream ends up having a bad ending. If i’d stayed and became your wife. No matter how much we loved each other, your family would have always gotten in the way.” the way (y/n) spoke made it clear that this was a lie she’d convinced herself of—a lie to comfort her.

Perospero wanted to bite back and tell her she was wrong but he could see it in her eyes, she needed that to be true. She needed the lie to be true so she didn't regret the life she had led, “what about now?” he asked in a soft whisper, “if we had a relationship now how might that end?”

Mel chuckled, “Only one way to find out” She looked down at her feet, “If you want to give it a try that is?”

Just like that Perospero could feel his pulse in his ears, even after 30 years she could still make his heart race. He swept her off her feet kissing her, “I couldn't want anything more.”

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Hydrapple is 10/10 design.

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Hello hope your doing well, just wanted to ask if you have any rules before requesting ?

Not really. I do both NSFW and SFW. Just be polite.

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hi, brooke here! <3

could i request ace helping the reader, who is having a migraine? I'm currently struggling with one myself and that would be much comfort!

feel free to be as creative as you'd like 🐝✨

not gonna lie I didn't see this ask till yesterday sorry about not replying sooner. and as some one who deals with chronic migraines, I'm sorry you've been going through it. I hope they have been getting better and I hope you enjoy the story.

Word count 1.3k

trigger warnings: Migraine, cussing, mentions of panic attacks

A Migraine

I could feel it since this morning. Just a dull ache in the back of my head. I knew it was only a matter of time before a migraine decided to strike me. I managed to get through my normal daily chores before my vision began to blur. The only reason id been able to complete my chores was because it was all muscle memory. If id had to put any real thought into it I'd be more than a little lost. I couldn't focus on anything and my thoughts were flowing like syrup through frozen pipes.

I stepped away from the laundry and closed my eyes. Yeah even with the excessive amounts of ibuprofen and acetaminophen I had taken I needed to go lay down. I turned to Banshee, she had been the only other female on the spades with me. After Pops just kinda claimed Ace as one of his we followed Ace to the whitebeard pirates. “I'm sorry to leave you when we still have work to do but if I don't go lay down I think my brain might selfdistrict.”

Banshee turned to me, “Sweetheart it's not a problem. You've looked like shit all morning I was wondering when you'd tap out.” she smiled at me. “But didn't think asking why you look like a walking corpse would help nun.” we’d been crew members for years, she knew my struggles with migraines. “Plus it's not like this is a hangover and you did it to yourself,” she added.

“Yeah nope, definitely not a hangover, and by god I feel like one.” I gave her a pathetic smile, “But still, I owe you one.” I turned to walk to the door my hand on the wall as I walked. My head was spinning. Though I knew could handle a little tumble I didn't see the need to worry the crew.

“Don't worry about it. And do you want me to walk you back to your dorm? How steady are you on your feet?” she asked in a motherly tone.

“I'll be fine But thanks Banshee.” I waved her by as I left the room. I didn't need to take her away from the work that was left.

I picked my way threw the ship trying to avoid the louder parts. Sadly my room was right next to the mess hall, no matter what time it was the mess hall was always packed full and loud enough to make the floor boards of the ship shake. I winced knowing I'd have to walk past the mess hall's doors to get to my room. The noise would be loud enough to take my balance completely away and my vision would be fucked. I braced myself for a moment, checking one last time if the way was clear before, closing my eyes, and rushing to pass the doors.

I slammed straight into someone. Someone who was much steadier on their feet. Before I was sent to the floor a set of hands grabbed my shoulders and stopped me from falling. “You ok?” Ace called over the noise of the mess hall. His grip on my shoulders was firm but not harsh.

My hands came to cling onto his arms. The noise was overwhelming, like I'd thought My balance was gone and my vision went with it. I couldn't quite manage to speak so I just shook my head no. I wasn't hurt but I definitely wasn't ok.

Ace pulled me over to my room’s door.  Helping me inside, “Is this a panic attack or a migraine?” he asked in a soft calming voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't help but smile at the question. Seeing as my head was a box of fucked up, and either were possible (plus both could take my speech away)  it was a reasonable question.

I took a moment to take a deep breath and take in the quiet of my room, “Migraine.” I croaked out. With the blare of the mess hall gone some of my brain power was coming back.

“Have you taken anything for it?” he asked sounding slightly relieved. I don't blame him. Migraines were easier to deal with than panic attacks. He helped me over to my bed helping me sit down.

“More than Marco would be happy with,” I joked, giving him a smile hoping it would calm him down slightly. I could feel the way his heart was racing well he was holding me. Ace was good at keeping a calm face when he was panicked, but his heart always gave him away. With his tough exterior, it might surprise people how much of a softy he is when it comes to his crew.  He feels helpless and panicky when the people he cares about are hurt.

“Ok since I'm not a doctor I won't scold you for that,” he sighed but I could hear the smile in his voice. He was calming down now that he knew what was wrong and how to help, “how about water?” he asked walking over to my curtains and drawing them close.

“I could use a glass.” I shifted from sitting on my bed to lying down. If it were anyone else I might have just said I was fine, but with Ace I couldn't.  With ace, I knew he’d feel better if he was helping.

“Well then ill be back.” he paused at the doorway looking over his shoulder, “Have you eaten?” he asked.

“Yes I have,” I answered my voice muffled, I had a pillow over my face to block out more light. Not that I was looking but I could feel the questioning look he was giving me, “I had breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and orange juice… not lying, promises.” I grumbled.

“Just checking.” he chuckled, and then I heard the door open and close. A few moments later I heard the door open again. Then there were footsteps crossing my room and someone sitting down on the edge of my bed. “You gonna sit up or just spill water all over yourself?” Ace asked in a slightly teasing tone.

“Sit up,” I mumbled sitting up and leaning my head against one of his shoulders.

“Good.” he brought a cup of water to my lips. He let me grab hold of the water cup before letting go. If I was feeling less shitty I might have enjoyed how close he was to me. He waited for me to finish drinking the water before asking, “You want heat or ice on the back of your neck?”

“Heat.” some heat on the back of my neck would definitely help. It would soothe my shoulders and hopefully convince my brain to calm down some. I wondered if he'd grabbed both an ice pack and a hot water bottle.

“You got it sunshine,” I could hear mischief in his voice but I wasn't sure why. Ace wasn't the type to mess with someone if they weren’t in good shape. Before I could ask what he had up his sleeve he was lying down in my bed with me, his arm my new pillow.

For a moment I just froze then I decided, fuck it. I shifted slightly to get comfortable. I was about to bitch that his arm wasn't going to be hot enough when I realized it was. “Guess this is one way to use your devil fruit.” I hummed.

“You want me to get you something else?” he asked in a soft hum. I could feel the hum reverberate in his chest, it was a pleasant sensation.

“Think you can stay here for a while?” I asked almost meekly. If I was being honest with myself it felt really nice to be cuddled up to Ace.

“Yeah I can stay here as long as you need me to,” he replied snuggling into me a little bit.

“Then no I don't want something else,” I closed my eyes, ready for a nap.

“You got it,” Ace answered letting me fall asleep on his arm.

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idk but this lil guy is vibing. needed a clown ref and found this. tbh I wanna give him head pats. he's just vibing

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op men reacting to you saying my uterus is trying to kill me.

quick definition because I'm not sure how common of a fraze it is: 

zerbert definition: when you press your lips against someone's skin and blow making a funny noise. It is also referred to as blowing raspberry.

trigger warnings: melodrama, periods

Law:

(Y/n) was lying on Law's bed. She had not left his bed all day. He knew she was on her period and didn't mind letting her take it easy. He knew just how hard her period was on her.

 He walked back into his room to check on her. He carried a sandwich a glass of water and a bottle of midiol. He was fine being her nurse for the time being.

(Y/n) was cuddled up to a pillow, a heating pad pressed to her stomach right over where her uterus was, " Law it's doing it again." She whined in a rather pathetic voice.

Law quirked a brow, " what." He asked in a soft understanding tone but it was clear his patience was running thin. He didn't have the best bedside manner.

"It's trying to kill me." (Y/n) whimpered.

Law tried hard not to groan. He loved Mel but she was being a drama queen. She was normally so tough he didn't get what about her period turned her into such a crybaby. He bit his tongue taking a deep breath, “You’ll make it, I'm sure you're not dieing.” he was trying not to sound annoyed and he was failing.

“I know I'll make it but it's really trying to kill me. But my uterus is still trying to commit a mutiny against the rest of my body.” (y/n) sat up she had a cute little pout on her face.

Law bit his lip, She was being so pathetic. “Eat this take some Midol and drink this entire glass of water,” Law said in a bit of a huff. “I have to get back to work, if you need anything call for me.” law kissed her cheek. She was being a crybaby drama queen but she was his crybaby drama queen.

Zoro:

(y/n) was sat in Zoro’s lap. She always got more cuddly on her period. Zoro didn't mind in the slightest. He liked it when he got to hold her. When she was in his arms he knew she was completely safe.

“My Uterus is trying to kill me.” (y/n) whimpered, burying her face in Zoro’s neck.

“That so?” Zoro asked amused. It was kind of cute how over-dramatic she could be.

“Yeah, it is.” not that Zoro could see but (Y/n) was pouting.

“Well, I'll avenge you if it succeeds.” Zoro gave her a gentle squeeze.

(y/n) couldn't help but smile, “Good.” she giggled.

“Theirs that dumb laugh I love.” zoro squeezed her tighter to his chest. He knew (y/n)’s period could be really hellish for her. He always did his best to get a smile or a laugh out of her when she was like this.

(y/n) let out a little snort, “My laugh is adorable.” she gently hit his chest.

“Yeah, adorably dumb.” Zoro bew a zerbert on (Y/n)’s neck.

(y/n) let out a full belly laugh, “Zoro!” she laughed out. Hitting his chest a little harder.

Shanks

Shanks looked at his adorable little (Y/n). She was sprawled out on his bed, her hair sopping wet dressed in little more than one of his shirts. She’d just gotten out of her second bath of the day, “so are you feeling particularly dirty or just feel like wasting water?” shanks asked playfully.

(y/n) shot him an annoyed glare, “My uterus is trying to kill me, and only boiling myself helps.” she pouted.

Shanks bit his lip before laughing. “Boiling yourself?” he asked shaking his head.

“It's a fight against my uterus’s mutiny against the rest of my body.” (y/n) huffed.

Shanks adored (y/n). He absolutely loved his lovely little girlfriend but dam it she could be melodramatic about her period. He'd be annoyed by it if she wasn't so funny with how she expressed her pain. He knew dam well she was fully aware of how dramatic she was being. She acted like this because it helped her put up with the pain she was going through. “You're too cute sometimes you know that right?”

“You weren't born with the curse of having a uterus you don't get to call me cute.” (Y/n) huffed.

“Well I could get your uterus to leave you alone for nine months.” shanks joked. Crawling into bed with his adorable girl.

“Like I wouldn't be even more whinny if I was pregnant.” she groaned cuddling up to her lover.

“Yeah, but your melodrama is cute I'd put up with it.” shanks hummed.

“I already have two masses of useless flesh on my chest, I don't need a parasite in my stomach too.” (y/n) snorted.

Shanks let out a hearty laugh, “Well I don't think your boobs are just useless masses of flesh, I like them.” shanks teased

“Then you carry them around.”

Shanks held her to his chest and ran his fingers through her wet hair, “no I think I like them where they are.”

(y/n) just let out an amused chuckle. She was glad that Shanks didn't mind playing along with her melodramatic self. She felt slightly better being held to his chest.