#I think both of them are intensely curious about the other's body and i mean that in the most literal sense possible

[angelbitezzz]

A human and a monster are both curious about the other's anatomy

[artificial-transmutations]

Two sides of the same coin - Buddies

"Yoooo Pete!", Tom shouted across the whole gym floor. He had just spotted his workout partner and waved.

"Hey! What's up?", Peter called back from where he was working out.

Tom walked towards him, wearing only his red gym shorts, showing off his toned body. Both of them would qualify for the dictionary entry of "jock": Both were young men in their twenties who met over their obsession with working out, drinking and picking up girls. Tom was the larger one of them both and had medium length blonde dyed hair, while Peter was half a head shorter and not quite as bulky as Tom. Still, both of them had definitely bodies that turned a lot of heads - and they knew that well.

"Are you doing anything later?", Tom asked the other jock after they had said hello with a short hug. Emphasis was on short, of course, since neither of them wanted to come across as gay.

"I don't think so," replied Peter. "Why?"

"Care for a post-workout beer?" suggested Tom.

"Sure." Peter responded, "But we will have to earn that first!"

"Yeah, let's go work out some more then," agreed Tom enthusiastically.

The workout was long and intense, with Tom and Peter spotting for each other in tandem. Back in the locker room, as Peter was waiting for Tom to finish his shower - the gym showers were pretty small and there was a mutual understanding between them that they would absolutely not shower together, that was gay shit - he spotted something on the floor under a bench. Curious, he bent down and picked it up: It was an old coin that looked like a silver dollar or maybe even a quarter.

"Nice", he said to himself and pocketed the coin, not realizing it vanished once he put it in his pocket. Tom finished his shower quickly afterwards and they both headed for Tom's apartment. It was close to the gym and a good place to enjoy a beer.

As usual, when they entered the apartment, it was sparkly clean. Both buddies were neat-freaks, and it was way easier to bring home girls that way. Peter flopped down on the designer couch and looked expectantly at Tom. "You mentioned beer?"

"Yeah, sure," Tom answered, going into the kitchen and opening the fridge door. He pulled out two bottles of cold beer and handed one bottle to Peter. "Cheers!" They clinked their bottles and took a sip.

Peter liked this kind of beer very much: It wasn't too bitter but still full of flavor. "So how are things with your new neighbor?", he made casual conversation. "The hot one", he added for not-needed clarification.

Tom smiled. "She's nice," he said, taking another swig of his beer. "Aaand really hot. Did I mention she left her door open while changing last week when I came home? She didn't seem to care if anyone saw..."

"Wow!", exclaimed Peter in disbelief. "And you're telling me you haven't fucked her yet?"

"Well, no... But I'm planning to." He took another sip of his beer before going on: "I mean, have you looked at her boobs? Just the right size!"

Peter had felt horny since they exited the gym, and his buddies graphic description didn't make things better. He tried to casually readjust himself to hide his boner. "They're nice, yeah. But what about the ass?" He asked curiously.

Tom nodded, thinking about her tight little bubble butt. "Yeah, she has a great booty. And she's got a killer rack, too."

God, Peters cock was throbbing. What was wrong? A little dirty talk didn't usually excite him so much. He reached down to his groin to readjust himself again, shivering slightly as he touched his cock through his shorts. His friends' comments made him feel strangely aroused, almost as if he would get a hardon just from looking at her.

"What is it with you today?", Tom finally asked, noticing the change in his friend's demeanor before suddenly laughing. "Are you having a boner, dude?"

"Yeah," admitted Peter, feeling embarrassed by the sudden realization of his erection. "It's your fault, talking about that hot babe."

"So, you're saying", continued Tom, laughing, "I am giving you a stiff one? No homo, man!"

Peter laughed nervously and looked away, trying to hide his hard-on. "Shut up, dude!"

But it was no use. His cock was harder than it ever was, and it was aching to be touched. He looked at Tom. They didn't have that kind of relationship, but he *needed* to touch himself now. Excusing himself to the bathroom would be even more embarrassing. So, he just fished out his leaking rod out of his shorts and mumbled "God, sorry, I hope you don't mind." as he slowly began to stroke himself.

"Dude! What the fuck!? Are you jerking off?! Do that at home!" Tom shouted, shocked by what he saw. He couldn't believe his best friend was doing that in front of him. He wanted to say more, but there was something else catching his eye: On the right arm that Peter was using to jerk his cock, he could see some hair growing in. Just a light coating, but clearly visible. Usually, Peter was well groomed, just like himself. His left arm followed suit.

"Dude! You're getting hairy!" Tom exclaimed, even though that adjective was really far from true yet. Peter looked down on the arm Tom pointed at, without stopping his slow jerking. Tom was right, this coating of hair hadn't been there before. As he looked to his legs, he could see the same thing happening there. For some perverse reason, this only served to make him even more horny. He moaned, as another spurt of precum wetted his hand.

"Dude, are you okay? Why are you fucking jerking yourself off in front of me?" Tom asked concernedly. He felt bad for his friend who seemed to be getting turned on by his own body changes. A small diamond patch of dark hair had now appeared on his friends chest and he could see small bushes of hair growing in under his armpits. That was when Tom smelled it. The manly smell of musk and sweat, coming from Peter. His armpits were damp from sweat, as this new smell only turned him on even more.

"Oh God Tom, I'm so sorry, but... I... You...", With a defeated grunt, Peter grabbed his buddies head with his right hand and forced it between his legs, and over his cock.

At first, Tom was surprised, before he tried to resist. It was no use, however. Even though Tom was supposed the stronger one of them both, Peter had his hand firmly at the back of Toms head and pressed him into his groin. Peters cock, which was slick with pre rubbed against his mouth which he kept closed at all costs.

"Come on!" Peter whined, increasing the force even more. "I need someone to suck me off here."

"I'm not..." Tom began to answer, only to recognize his mistake right after. As he opened his mouth to answer, Peters cock was pushed inside. He could taste the salty flavor of Peter's precum on it and almost gagged. He wanted to byte, but somehow didn't find the strength for it. He let out a soft involuntary moan instead as Peter's cock slipped deeper into his throat until it hit his tonsils.

Meanwhile, Peter noticed a visible trail of black hair running across his previously hairless cobblestone abs. He felt really bad basically face-fucking his workout buddy, but he just couldn't restrain himself. He *needed* to bob his bros head up and down his cock with his strong paw. As more and more hair grew in on his belly, he felt his body filling up more and more. His muscles were joined by a substantial layer of fat, giving him a burlier look by the second. At the same time, his smell intensified further, filling up Toms apartment.

Meanwhile, Tom was undergoing a change of his own. Every passing second, he felt weaker and weaker, his body visibly shrinking in on itself. It didn't help that his nostrils were simultaneously attacked by the increasingly intense stink of Peter and his large pubic bush that was growing in either. He was being used, and he hated every second of it, but found himself powerless to do anything about it.

Where Peters stink reached the apartment, it began to change, subtly at first, then increasingly fast: The designer couch became a cheap red leather sofa. In the kitchen, dirty pans and plates were piling up, a patina of dust and grime covered the surfaces. It looked like a wardrobe exploded over the room, as dirty laundry scattered over the floor, adding to the stale and stinky air with the same aroma that Peter was emitting full force now. If anything, this only served to excite him more. While his left hand went through his beard and his dense pelt of body hair, he grabbed more and more of Toms shrinking body with his right hand and pressed it into his groin, not caring that it changed into a wooly cloth like material that had seen much, much better days already. It was ripped and ragged, stained by numerous stains of various sources. Mainly, of course, cum, but also pre, sweat and even the occasional bit of piss that had leaked into Toms fabric body.

The cum rag that was once Tom was fully aware of everything happening to it. It could still taste and smell, all across its filthy fabric body, and was forced to absorb another huge load of cum that Peter shot into it, even though it was still damp from the previous one.

Panting, Peter threw the used cum rag onto a pile of clothing on the floor. He didn't care that his hairy body was crusty with dried up cum or that he stank like a cave man. Taking a shower was not a concept the new Peter needed, he was a real man after all.

If you're a fan of the theme, check out my other two sides of the same coin stories!

[hwaitham]

⸝⸝ ˙˳ ⑅ first piece of marginalia ( of many , hopefully :3 ) about eremite!al haitham && akademiya student!reader ♥︎ f!reader + not proofread + subtly implied trauma on both reader n haitham's end

you first meet the eremite who's to serve as your bodyguard throughout your research expedition on the day of your departure, at your designated meeting spot under the pavilion in pardis dhyai. its stone pillars cascade with vines of sumeru roses that shine a sweet lavender hue under the morning sun— one of which you've plucked and tucked into your hair earlier, leaning over the railing to gaze at your reflection in the pond and smile at the beauty of it.

(and a petal which has unknowingly slipped off and fallen to rest ever so delicately within the dip of your clavicle.)

“al haitham, yes? um, hello!” you greet the eremite as he walks into the pavilion with a quiet waver to your voice, bow respectfully, try to still the timid pitter-patters of your heart that only seem to worsen the longer you're in his presence.

because this man standing before you is large— tall, broad, as stunning as the pale blue moon. his upper body is strapped with tough sinew and yet his waist remains lean, torso mostly bare save for the pashmina shawl draped about his neck and the worn leather holster slung across his chest.

and he's silent. offering you only a small bow in return before giving you a quick once over, gait unhurried as he takes one, two long strides to stand by your side. it's an arduous task to bring yourself to look up at his face, but you do— lips parting in awe when you realise he's unlike any other desert eremite you've met before.

the trimmed red silk tied around his head shelters only one of his eyes.

how interesting, you think to yourself, for what you know of desert eremites is that they are convinced all things betray, even their own sight.

you bite your tongue to stop the questions that bubble and ebb at the forefront of your throat from tumbling past your lips, the innate scholarly need to learn and dissect and digest and know. a surprised little squeak escapes you instead when he turns his head and catches you staring, meeting your curious eyes with technicoloured cyan.

“is something the matter?”

“no, not at all! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to stare,” you flush hot under the intensity of his gaze, play with the flouncy sleeve of your blouse while you giggle nervously. you're unsure whether it's his size, or his beauty, or his quiet dominance that makes you feel much more shy than you'd like to feel, far too giddy— as if you're a little girl back in grade school.

“alright. shall we get going then? we're losing daylight with each second that passes.” al haitham holds a hand out in front of you, waiting expectantly.

you tilt your head in confusion and pout. what's he asking for? a tip? your hand?

“your bags?” he heaves a sigh, rests his other hand on his hip. you feel a hint of irritation in his words, and your heart wilts a little, “did you want me to carry them?”

“oh!” you exclaim in realisation before hoisting your travel bags further up your shoulders, force a reassuring smile on your lips. “it's okay, i couldn't possibly ask that of you. i can handle it myself, really!”

that couldn't be further from the truth, and al haitham sees right through it, with your shoulders hunched forward from the leaden weight of your bags slung atop them, the wince in your step as you walk towards the pathway, how you nearly topple over when you lose the slightest bit of balance.

“hey,” he pinches his brow, a certain roughness in his voice when he calls out to you that withers into something more gentle, tender after you turn to look at him. sweet and innocent and dewy-eyed. like a flower too frail, one whose stem may snap clean off if looked at the wrong way. “let me take them.”

al haitham doesn't allow you to protest, swiftly lifting your bags from your shoulders and holding onto them with ease, their weight nothing compared to what he's had to endure throughout the entirety of his life.

“it's my job to take care of you these next few weeks, and i intend to do it well.” he walks ahead of you, the longer mint strands of his hair swaying with the wind, the air around him lifting into something lighter— even if it's only by the most minute amount. “besides, you'll tip me generously if i do, won't you?"

his voice lilts mischievously, and you can only bring yourself to watch on in awe. nerves melting into excitement, cheeks warming not from timidness, but anticipation of what lies ahead in the next month— for your research, yes, but also for something closer to your heart.

a companion, a friend.

you smile a smile that reaches far past your eyes, bounding up to him with those clumsy fawn legs as you try to match his pace. two of your steps for one of his own. “of course i will, thank you so, so much! and i'll do my best to keep from making trouble for you— it'll make your job easier too, i hope!”

al haitham hesitates for a brief moment when you thank him so earnestly, so wholeheartedly, so unlike any of the other scholars he'd been commissioned to act as a guard for. with your smile so cloyingly sweet and your kindness so childishly naive, he can't help but feel a bit grim.

how much violence did it take for you to become this gentle?

the faintest of smiles— honeysuckle soft— curls up on his lips and he gives your head a single pat, sweeps the spare rose petal off of your clavicle, quietly wonders what he's gotten himself into by accepting this commission.

“silly girl. come, let's get going.”

[communistkenobi]

in that post abt the gender unicorn graphic, in the comments the idea of the “split attraction model” is brought up and you say you dont want to litigate that. however, im really curious what your opinion is bc i have some ideas abt it too. i feel like its sort of an incomplete analysis? like, people feel different ways about others and that cant really be flattened into like two modes of attraction. but i personally would call myself aromantic and bisexual so obviously i have some level of investment of the idea. anyways i just ask because in general i find your analysis and opinions compelling

thank you! re: this graphic

My issue with splitting “physical attraction” and “emotional attraction” is that it does the same naturalising trick that the chromosomes-as-the-symbol-of-sex does - by splitting the emotional from the physical, this implies that physical attraction is natural, without emotion, and by the same token that emotion can exist completely detached from the physical body of the person you emotionally desire. Like I just don’t think this is true! For example, the idea of “casual sex,” ie sex that is devoid of emotion/emotional investment, is a social construction, it is a sexual act that is being contrasted against societal norms of “serious sex” or “invested sex” or whatever you want to call it - sex that is being done in the context of a monogamous, married relationship, or an otherwise exclusive long-term one. the base social unit of much of western society is the nuclear family, and the nuclear family is “ideally” produced by monogamous, cis-heterosexual, racially homogeneous reproductive sex. That is the norm by which all other sexual behaviour and activity is judged by.

and to be clear I’m not using “emotional” in an idealistic or moral sense, I am not using it as a shorthand for romantic feelings, I am purposefully using the language the graphic is using - I mean any emotion. Like just to be super clear, I’m not suggesting that people who have casual sex all secretly love the people they fuck, or that sex has to always be a serious emotional endeavour, or that people who do not feel sexual attraction to the people they have romantic feelings for are secretly lying, but that I don’t think sex is something that can be devoid of emotionality entirely. Like I think we are engaging in this Cartesian body/mind dualism where the physical acts we perform are somehow wholly separate from our emotional states. Pleasure has an emotional component to it, I don’t know how to articulate my experiences with pleasure that do not involve some level of emotionality, and emotionality has a physical character to it. Like in fact I think this graphic is treating emotions as ideal states - it reminds me of like old misogynistic psychological theory that described rationality as an absence of emotion, that to engage in rationality is to move away from emotion. It treats rationality as “out there,” objective, natural, detached from social influence, and emotion as “in here,” in our hearts, ruled by the social. And this distinction is made on the idea that the social world is detached from the physical world, which is pure idealism.

this is not a dismissal or denial of anyone who feels a disconnect between their sexual and romantic desires, such as asexual or aromantic people - while I am neither of those things, I have experienced intense physical desire for the person I’m fucking while actively dissociating during sex as a result of dysphoria/heteronormativity/etc etc. by the same token I have also felt emotionally compelled to be physically attracted to someone without actually feeling physical desire. These are both emotional states that were in conflict with my physical desires, or rather my physical desires as I understood them at the time. our ability to interpret and understand our desires is itself social! otherwise heteronormativity wouldn’t be a thing. We don’t have unmediated, unemotional access to physical desire, which I think this graphic is arguing, intentionally or not.

so having complicated, contradictory, disconnected, or otherwise ‘non-normative’ relationships to our emotional states vis a vis physical desire is obviously very real, and the reason they are real is because physical desire is also socially mediated and constructed. What and who we find attractive, why types of bodies, physical and character traits, etc are attractive to us are all part of (joker voice) society.

now, idk how you easily communicate this in graphic format. perhaps these things are unsuited to the medium of easily digestible graphics, or perhaps I’m limited in my imagination. either way I don’t think bifurcating emotional-desire-as-social and physical-desire-as-natural is particularly helpful

[mqsi]

Can you do one where reader is a model and gavi has the biggest crush on her when he saw her walking in a fashion show and his teammates were making fun of him in the locker room and the rest can be up to you

Hey anon, thank you for requesting. I changed up the request a bit, since I already did a story about the team making fun of him,so I hope you don’t mind. 🫶🏻

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Pedri and him were driving around the city,when of course fans stopped by the car asking for photos. Pedri pulled down the windows of his mini so they can take pictures. Gavi was smiling at some girls phone when he noticed a billboard in the distance. It was an ad for some clothing brand, the girl advertising it really pulled Gavi’s attention and he probably ended up looking in the wrong direction in the pic.

When Pedri finally managed to slip out of the crowd, Gavi turned to him “Can you pass here one more time?”

“What? You want me to go in circles when I barely managed to pass trough?” Pedri said, confusion and irritation evident in his tone.

“Please, I have to check something” Gavi replied making Pedri sigh and take a turn.

They were passing by the same spot again when Gavi pointed at the billboard.

“There. That girl, I need to know her name”

Pedri took a few glances off the road to see what the hell Gavi was talking about.

“I think I’ve seen her on instagram or something, but I don’t know her name” said Pedri “Can you see what brand she’s working for?”

The billboard was pretty far from the road, Gavi was stuggling to read the letters but he ended up recognizing the logo.

“I got it” he said before opening his phone to dig out the information about the model, that being you. He found you on the brands instagram page, also finding out that they were having a fashion show this weekend.

“We need to go” Gavi said.

“Where now?”

“To her fashion show”

“You want us to go to a random fashion show? And for what? It’s not like you can do anything from going to her fashion show exept watch her” Pedri replied now laughing at his friends ideas.

“Bet” Gavi replied, already searching the way to get tickets.

Gavi ended up convincing Pedri to come and they both agreed this should stay between them. Since they were famous themselves, they got seated first row. Gavi spent most of his time looking around the room instead watching what was presented to him, until you came out on the stage.

His eyes instantly locked with your body, analyzing your features. You on the other end, had to stay professional and not let your eyes wandre the room. But duting the entirety of your part, you felt an intense gaze. As you were walking back, you stole a glance at the boy that was looking at you. Your eyes locked for a second, making Gavi smile. You quickly turned your head, basically rushing off the stage.

When the show ended, Pedri and Gavi had a plan. Pedri was going to stand in the middle of the entrance practically presenting himself to public, making a crowd and letting Gavi slip behind, hopefully unnoticed. And they did just that. Gavi managed to rush in an empty hallway where he was hoping to find your changing room. As he was walking, looking around, he suddenly felt a hand on his chest stopping him in his tracks.

“Hey there big guy” the man said “you can’t go back here”

Gavi usually hated using his reputation for private life occurrences but this was a must.

“Do you know who I am?” He said.

“Woah golden boy slow down, your football doesn’t mean nothing here, it ain’t a football pitch” the man said.

You were in your room, just a few steps away and had already changed into a pair of sweats and a hoodie when you heard the commotion outside. At first, you just brushed it off proceeding to take off your earings but you got curious. Stepping out of the room, you were met with the same eyes from before. Gavi was looking at you, chewing on the inside of his cheek in hopes of you letting him trough. The man, seemingly your body guard or something, was still ordering him to leave.

“No, it’s okay let him” your voice inturrupted him.

“What? You know we can’t do this”

“As my manager, you can decide stuff I do for work. This definietly isn’t work so you might as well leave us be” you said, making your manager leave down the hall. Both you and Gavi followed him with your eyes until he was out of sight,before turning to each other.

“Hi, Im Pablo-”

“Gavi” you inturrupted him “ I know. And I’m guessing you know me as well, since you came all the way here”

“Well yeah, I wanted to see If I can get your number or something?” He said making you chukle.

“You’re a bold one, aren’t you?” You said taking a step closer.

Gavi’s face got hot, why were you so close to him all of the sudden? He put his hands in his pockets cause otherwise he would fidget with them.

“Listen, I can’t give you my number right here, there are cameras around and that would make a headline everywhere, don’t you think? But..” you said before slowly reaching to your pocket and signaling Gavi to look in that direction. He got the memo and took a step closer and you slipped a card in his hand, which he quickly stuffed in his pocket.

“There’s my manager’s number written on it. Call tomorrow, and I will answer. We have a meeting and I’ll make sure to answer the call myself and step away from him. After all,he is always distracted at meetings,trying to organize my schedule” you said smiling at him.

Gavi smirked, biting his lip.

“Thanks”

“Well, I’ll see if it was worth it” you smiled back, now turning away from him so you can get back in the room “Oh and take a second exit down the hall so people don’t see you come from here” you said before dissapearing into the room. Gavi stood there for a few moments, just smiling at the thought of you.

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a/n: poor Pedri still being outside alone with the fans

[swampstew]

Period HCs with Monster Trio + Law, Killer, and Kid

Ya girl is wracked with cramps, overflowing with emotions, and seriously lacking in chocolate :( enjoy this utter nonsense my blazed brain baked as I curl back into fetal position.

Summary: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Killer, and Kid ranked by how they would handle themselves while you have your period. Implied established relationship♡

Minors DNI.

The worst actually. Not on purpose but Luffy's lack of awareness or self-restraint makes it difficult to appreciate his efforts. Not to mention he eats your snacks. You'd think with Nami and Robin on board he'd have some idea of what you're dealing with. Nope, you have to explain it again, it'll stick this time but it comes with another round of curious/invasive questions.

All your period comfort foods? Gone. The replacements? Also gone. You're lucky if there's a crumb of your favorite snack left over. Thankfully for everyone involved, his crew lends him a hand to make sure you're (eventually) satiated with alternatives and don't go on a murder spree during your cravings. On the flip side, Luffy abuses his power as Captain to have Sanji bring you both all the food when the kitchen is finally restocked. Good luck and bite him back if you have to!

His saving grace is using Gear 2 to cuddle and keep you warm. Giving you heated massages, foot and belly rubs until you're purring like a kitten. Unfortunately, he can only do the same thing for so long before growing bored. He needs a lot of intermittent breaks.

Has no tact, will ask you uncomfortable questions about your "thing going on" or your "comma" because he's so very curious and maybe also looking for ways to "fix you." Once he finds out about period poops, its over for you - there will be hourly check-ins. He'll make sure you're well stocked up on absorption products so there's that (also say thank you Nami, Robin and Franky)!

Zoro is shockingly adaptable but I guess if you spend enough time with one girl for two years - and also live with 2 full time - you're gonna learn a thing or two about having a period. Also, surprisingly reliable at getting you what you need, so long as you don't mind 2 hours to 2 business days to get it. Look he's trying ok?!

Be careful with what you say though. If you joke about cutting your uterus out, he'll take you at face value and have his blades ready. No one is a better slice master than he! Why is Chopper having a heart attack? BRB gotta tend to the younger bro.

Is not phased by your bodily changes or anything you might perceive to be "gross." Bodies are natural and they're just doing what they're meant to do, and for what it's worth he's trying to say things that will make you feel better but they don't always land. This comes from a guy who showers maybe twice a week so take the compliments as you will. He means them with his whole heart!

Out of all the guys, he's the only one who will respect your craving habits in a supportive way. That's to say he'll give you everything you want, but he knows when to cut you off before you make yourself sick. He also has a (terrifying) gift of knowing when your body is flushing itself out and he'll be right at your side with a tampon or pad in his hand at the ready. "I'm very in sync with you."

Ranks third because he's so fucking logical and doctorly. The kind of doctor that expects his medical advice and prognosis to outweigh your personal experience/feelings. Has Law ever experienced intense cramping and a headache while gushing a pint of blood and also pulled a full day's shift? No! "Doctoring" immediately invalid. Unless he gives you paid time off in which case his license is once again formally recognized.

On the OTHER hand, he will always have a colorful variety of options for you to take care of your personal business. He buys all biodegradable products, recyclable ones too! He also offers the best choices in birth control for you. Gynecology wasn't his specialty but taking care of his crew is so he studies and gets his license on the downlow.

Is VERY particular about his time spent and frankly, cuddling in bed isn't something he's entirely excited about. Sure he can do it with Bepo but that's like sleeping with a teddy bear you've had your whole life. Another person is different, especially one that needs his undivided attention and comfort. He'll give it and he won't complain about it, but he's not familiar with it and might be awkward at it for a time. Once he figures out what works best for you and let's himself relax around you, he's got the cuddling and rubbing your belly/lower back down to an exact science.

Questionable palate offerings when he first experiences your cravings. You had to teach him what's what when it comes to comfort eating and nutritional eating when you're in pain and your brain feels a bit scrambled from existing. Ikkaku had tried in the past to broaden the snack closet but it never stuck. With you, Law suddenly remembers to get things outside of his own personal preferences and comforts. It's comfort food for the BEPERIODED, LAW.

It's entirely because he's a chef and a well-groomed cutie that he ranks this highly. Honestly it was neck and neck between him and Law. His resume in the kitchen makes you forget about his perviness and near-infantilization of you.

You'll never have a craving unsatisfied because Sanji will go to the ends of the Earth to curb your hunger. The One Piece and All Blue can wait, his darling needs a rich, velvety chocolate mousse two minutes ago! He absolutely spoils you which may lead to overstuffing you until you feel worse than how the cramps made you feel.

Sanji waits on you hand and foot during your period. Practically carries you from point A to point B if you so wish. It might get annoying after a while if you don't like a hot blonde popping in your face every 10 minutes to offer you something you knew you needed but didn't know you needed right that second and you're kind of annoyed that he got it before you could even vocalize your own needs! Does that happen to anyone else or...? If you're into that pampered lifestyle, Sanji is the guy for you.

He wasn't around women a lot but living with Robin and Nami he did learn about products used and comfort items sought out, which he gives you in abundance. Sanji's weakness - period boobies. The slight swell has him a blubbering mess and he will always try to sneak a peek. He may or may not be able to smell your pheromones - its unclear but he is definitely sniffing you from time to time.

The clear winner out of the others its not even a joke. Is the trifecta of caring, supportive, and intuitive. The Period Manager™ everyone else should go back to their ship. No I am not biased.

Killer is the Chef of Carbo-loading but he knows his way around the kitchen and can make anything you desire at any given time. Desserts aren't his strongest suit but its the effort that makes it taste all the sweeter. You will never be without chocolate, praise be.

You've seen him so you know he knows muscles. Yours will become putty in his hands as he gently massages your aching body. With the help of low dose pain killers, Killer will slay your pain one sore muscle at a time.

Killer is so intuitive that he knows you have your period before you. Has your cubby on the bathroom countertop that includes: pads, tampons, flow-cup, aspirin, fuzzy socks, eye mask, and bottled juice. Your robe is hanging behind the door. He loves you so much.

Haha bitch you though. Kid is the true winner. Killer was the favored winner but you might have forgotten this is me we're talking about and Kid has never done anything wrong in his life ever. I support all his rights and wrongs, and I cheerlead at every speck of effort he puts in.

Where everyone else had mentors or positive authority figures to bond with, Kid had Killer - and Killer tried his fucking best. But not even someone as amazing as Killer can be a single mom and raise a mentally stable, well functioning person in society in a corrupted, gang-ruled regime. HOWEVER - Killer did teach Kid how to treat his period-having partner during their woes and Kid's success is Killer's pride and joy.

Like Luffy, Kid will definitely swipe your snacks and food because he's a greedy, greedy glutton. Prove you can bark back at him to stand your ground and he'll yield to you with a scoff and a pout. He doesn't even LIKE your snacks, he claims🙄 He'll make sure you have enough to satisfy your craving and then have a month supply in the hull of the ship just in case. This is where he'll sneak a few for himself without your notice.

Being the King of Treating Himself, Kid will generously make you things to comfort you. A weighted, heat-controlled blanket; a vibrating teddy bear that hugs your belly; a snack organizer to keep your preferences nearby; a personal cold/hot water cooler; pretty things to make you smile; dirty things to excite you for when its over; the gifts are boundless. So are the period products that he basically just steals from the other women in the crew.

“Captain you better reimburse me for those heavy flow tampons!!”

“I’m busy Quincy. Go bitch to the piggy bank (Wire) about it!!!”

“KILLER STOP THAT MAN!”

In his line of work, he's used to nitty gritty and things better left to the imagination. Also a bit grimy himself on occasion. That said, nothing your body does will ever disgust him. He rolls with whatever you throw at him. Bloodied bedsheets? He'll gently toss you and the sheets in the tub. He'll help clean out your soiled clothes. Buy or steal whatever you need to ease your comfort. Embarrassed by the way you feel or look? He'll give you a reassuring kiss on the cheek and say, "Eh, I've seen/heard/smelled worse."

[postersofleon]

Selfish

After many years of surviving the worst years of her life, [_] is tired and pissed that Leon and Ada have each other. So, in a small moment with Ada, she decided to ask Ada how she manages to keep people in love with her.

content: story with smut

notes: afab, no assigned race to reader and she/her pronouns ; re4 era; leon and reader are best friends, reader is confused but not hateful; ada is a sweetheart to reader; leon and ada aren't dating; implied that reader survived Raccoon City with leon

"I just don't see what Leon sees in you." Once she said it, she felt like a complete dick for saying it. She rubbed her face feeling her blood rushing through her face, "I don't mean it like that." She tried to explain to Ada.

Ada laughed softly, "I'm use to jealousy, honey. It's fine." She flipped her hair back as she looked at Leon's partner.

"That's not what I meant." She muttered again, she looked at Ada and kind of saw what Leon saw in Ada. Ada was an incredibly beautiful woman; her short black hair and those eyes that forced you to see her. But there was confusion approaching her once again, [_] rested her body on a table and looked at Ada. "You two kissed once six years ago, you ended being being liar and wanted to steal the g virus for an obviously bad guy. And you have Leon tied up in your finger. That's like insane." She was genuinely impressed by Ada. Especially that Ada faked her death and appeared like nothing ever happened.

Ada laughed softly again, "I'm not sure if it's an attack or a compliment but thank you?"

"That's what's I mean- you did all that shit and you have Leon still enamored by you. Does this usually happen?" [_] got closer to Ada with a huge wonder in her eyes. Ada laughed again. "This is new." She looked at [_] with the same curious way. The two women looked at each other, both waiting for an answer; Ada waiting for her answer of why [_] isn't jealous and [_] waiting for the answer if this happens.

"This is usually the normal in my life. Men are attractive to mystery, once they know what's wrong..." Ada crossed her arms against her chest, "They get angry or they try to fix you." Ada brushes her hair away from her face. [_] put her hands underneath her chin as she continued to look at Ada. "So, men... men are weak?" She asked slowly.

Now, Ada laughed loudly, "Men are complicated." She said amused from her words. "Leon is a guy who wants to be loved so that's what ties him up to me." [_] rolled her eyes but there was a trace of playfulness in them, "That's dumb." She whispered with a smile. She stood up from the table and stretched her bones. "Like how? He met you six years ago..." She whined softly feeling the bones finally relaxing softly. Her arms returned back to her body.

"I just think the real reason Leon likes you is because you're hot." She said throwing Ada a finger gun towards her. It made more sense that Leon had that idea around Ada; once again, Ada isn't not attractive.

"Leon has to be more complicated than that." Ada said trying to defend Leon but [_] shook her head. "How?" She laughed softly, there was a small pause between the two women as Ada shrugged as her heels clicked on the marble floor. "Leon got the survivor's guilt and the hero complex. It makes sense why he felt guilty about your 'death', but he obviously hurt by something imaginary that happened between you two." [_] said trying to make her point.

Ada looked at [_], "And you? Are you hurt?"

[_] shrugged, "I don't know," She grabbed her knife and started carving the table, "I just... I'm more disappointed that you were a mercenary for bad." She said looking at Ada. She licked her lips and smack them together, "You are doing bad things for a lousy paycheck." Ada smiled lightly at [_]'s words. "You don't hate me?" Her eyes focused on hers, [_]'s cheeks began to burn from the intense stare.

"After all the things I do and did," Ada said, "You don't hate me?" She teased her.

[_] twirled her knife in her hand, "I suppose I do." She admitted, "But I don't know why you are doing this job." Her eyes were completely soft and gentle for Ada, "Or aren't you just like us? Forced to work?"

Ada pursed her lips together as she looked up at the ceiling, "Ugh," She looked at her, "You want things to go in a perfect little box." Ada chewed on her lips as she approached [_], "Forced." She sighed softly. It seemed like she hated those words, "You two were forced but this was my saving grace. This lifestyle saved my life." Ada looked at her with a tiny smile.

Ada's intense stare lowered, "I like you," Ada whispered to [_], "At least you don't try to give me the typical speech of saving me, but you're annoying with that comment." Ada grabbed her knife and began craving the table, "You need to understand this world existed under your nose this whole time. The existence of zombies didn't make it appear, bad people exist and not all of them are forced to exist in that world."

[_] put her chin on the table as she saw Ada's hands, "What are you? Do you enjoy this or didn't have an option?"

"Didn't have one but I don't complain like you." Ada muttered, "I believe I have the right to complain," [_] said bitterly, "I was not meant for this life. I wish I could've died if I knew this is what I had to do."

Ada laughed.

It wasn't the simple laugh that she once heard come from her mouth, it sounded a bit cruel that [_] rolled her eyes. "You say you want to die but you don't know what death is." Ada stabbed the knife to the table causing her jump back, Ada smirked from her reaction. "Aren't you afraid at least a bit?" Ada asked.

"Who isn't?" She remarked, "But I think considering our work, we are scared of the consequences of our deaths. Me and Leon are here to save the president's daughter and you are here for something. None of us want to die but it's not the selfish way."

Ada's eyes narrowed. "Have you done anything selfish?" Ada asked.

"No."

"I have," Ada said with a smile but the smile slowly faded away, "But being selfish has its consequences." She looked at her for a second, "Being selfish," Ada continued, "Unfortunately is part of human nature. You haven't been a human then." And by cue, [_] groans, "What is being selfish in this world?"

She let's out a small chuckle before grabbing her knife, "Letting people die for a paycheck? Being in love with some random girl you met six years ago and now focusing all your energy in saving her and make an excuse that it's because you are good person? Money and sex. That's what fucking makes people selfish- stupid excuses."

"You sound jealous." Ada said.

"About what?" She slapped her hands on her thighs, clearly frustrated- not understanding what Ada wanted from her. "About what?" She approached Ada's face. "Leon is my best friend. He means the world to me and seeing him act like a fool... that's what pisses me off." Ada smiled and touched her arm, it was a gentle touch and [_] hated it. "So, you have never acted like a fool?" Ada asked with a mocking grin in her face.

She pulled away her hand from Ada's, "That's not the point."

"What's the point? [_], you want to be selfish like all of us." Ada said slowly, "You aren't jealous of him and I. You're full of envy that you can't be like us. The most selfish thing you said you wanted was death, and we had too many deaths in this world. Why not be actually selfish?" Ada was being gentle and [_] immediately recognized it. She saw that six years ago when Ada kissed Leon.

"You are just trying to manipulate me." She whispered softly, her eyes rolled as she stood up. "Is that all you do? Just manipulate people with kisses and touches? Six years ago, Leon was the toy you decided to play with, and now that Leon isn't here.... I'm the new chew toy." [_] took a deep breath in. "Be selfish somewhere else. Don't include me in your bullshit."

Ada saw as Leon's partner left the room.

Then, those couple of days passed. No more mission and the president's daughter was saved thanks to Leon's stubbornness and [_]'s anger towards the fight. They were back in American soil, she was taking a long hot shower trying to ease up her tense body. She left the shower room and quickly headed towards Leon, "Hey." She waved politely to Leon. Leon nodded his head, "Hey." They began to walk down the streets, she exhaled softly with a bored expression. These were moments she liked hanging out with Leon, just silent moments between them and they were always peaceful.

"Hey, Leon. Can I ask you something?" She asked him. Leon nodded his head, "Yeah, I don't see why not."

"Do... do you sexually like Ada?"

Leon didn't expect that question, his cheeks turned red, "Why would you ask that?" He turned to see her, "Um, no." He played with his faux blond hair.

"You are lying," [_] quickly said, "You always talk about how Ada broke your heart in Raccoon City. She betrayed your trust and blah blah. You remember more her fake death than Marvin's real death."

Leon sighed softly, "I'm more... pissed, [_]." He replied, he was struggling to use his words properly. "Ada made me realize that horrible people exist everywhere, but you made me realize that good people exist as well." He cleared his throat awkwardly. Her eyes lowered, "So, no?"

"No." Leon said with a small smile. The friends continued to walk until a cab separated them, she entered the cab and waved a goodbye to Leon. Once she was alone, she let out a small exhale through her lips. Her hands rubbed against her face as another shakey sigh escaped. She rested her head on the window as her mind felt like mess.

She thought about Ada and Leon.

Ugh.

Once arriving at her apartment, she sat on her couch still feeling beyond tired; her apartment was lonely still. All the items in her room were things she needed all but things of pleasure. She laid on her couch feeling all her emotional feelings rot inside of her.

Was she broken to live? Ada is right. [_] hasn't been selfish since forever since the beginning of her life. She is always worrying for others... when they are okay. She nuzzled against her pillows and let out a loud groan, she wanted to sleep forever now.

More days passed, she was just laying on her couch not moving and not doing anything else. She tapped her fingers in a small rhythm, her eyes looked at them. First her index, her middle, her ring and pinkie. Then, it was pinkie, middle, index and ring.

Someone knocked on her door, the were the typical Leon's knocks. Soft and polite with a dash of strength. She sat up in her couch, her feet dragged against the ground, "I'm coming." Her hand touched the door knob and indeed there was Leon. "[_], wanna drink?" He forced a smile at his best friend. She rested her body on her door frame, "I rather not. I feel that emptiness inside of me already," A small laugh escaped her throat, "I'll be addicted once it touches my lips." She whispered.

Leon smiled sadly, "That bad, huh?"

[_] nodded her head.

"That sucks." He whispered, his blue eyes went down and smiled back at her. "We'll be at the Blue's bar so if you want to still come." [_] smiled, "Will do." Leon left her alone in the hallway of her apartment. She closed the door and sat down back in her couch; her life is just turning into am endless hell for no reason. Another knock appeared in her door, she didn't recognize the knock, she grabbed her knife and twirled it around. Her breathing was small and focused, making sure the other person won't hear.

"C'mon, I won't hurt you."

Her nose twitched, "Ada?" She didn't lower her knife, "Why are you here?" The agent asked, their knife gently tapped on the wall, but Ada groaned softly to herself. "Don't be stubborn." A small sign of defeat appeared in [_]'s face as she unlocked the door. And there was Ada Wong. Her jet black bobbed hair neatly pinned away her eyes with a golden butterfly pin that she was sure she saw with the merchant. [_] took notice that Ada was in disguise, this isn't the clothes that [_] imagined Ada wore in her free time.

But still, she had her trademarked red color around her neck as a scarf.

Ada smiled and she smiled back.

"Why are you here?" She asked carefully still holding her knife but now away from Ada's view. "I wanted to teach you about being selfish." She entered the apartment. [_] threw her knife on the coffee table, Ada didn't seem to have super intentions.

[_] shut the door behind her, "Meaning?" She was utterly confused. But Ada had her thought settled into something she didn't expect. "I have been checking on you," Ada looked around the empty apartment, "You stay in one place more than Leon does." Ada's brown eyes met the agent, that when [_] realized that Ada doesn't necessarily smile- she misunderstood. Ada smirked and apparently smirked her way to the top.

"I'm tired. I got myself beaten up." [_] shrugged.

The two women looked at each other with that small distance between them. "Tough job." Ada sat down on her couch, [_] took way too much notice of Ada's clothing. Ada's beauty is a curse and they both knew it. "Yeah, I'm guessing your own job is hard as well."

Ada smirked again, her hand gently touched [_]'s hand and slowly pulled her to the couch with her. "Yeah. I'm going to teach you how to deal with the job when it's stresses you out. " Ada whispered softly. [_] closed her eyes trying to ignoring her lust.

She had two types of lust. The one that made hr vulnerable and the one that she used to use during one night stands when she was in college. [_] is trying to control her vulnerable side as Ada's hands rubbed her stomach gently to hold her waist. Her lips met her neck and kissed the agent.

It felt so good to be touched like this.

Shit.

Slowly, her head tilted and Ada found it as a chance to get on top of the agent, her knees were on the both sides of thighs. Ada's lips were on her jaw, her hands traced [_]'s skin gently and cupped her breast. Ada tugged the bra, her hand to cupped the agent's chest and gently scratched the sensitive skin.

The apartment was quiet. All that was heard was small gasping and the kissing Ada gave the neck. Soon, their lips finally touched, Ada cupped the agent's face as she attempted to suck on her lower lip. It was pure desperation as the women tried to hold each other. Ada removed her hand from underneath the shirt to hold her face properly. Ada put her tongue inside of her mouth in attempts to make this kiss last longer.

As [_] was kissed, an alarm came into her mind- Ada is using her. It was so obvious. Why would this beautiful woman kiss her in this manner? Ada had better options than her. She gently pulled away from Ada'a kiss and looked at her. Ada's cheeks were red, her eyes dilated... she needed more. [_]'s hand gently caressed Ada's face, Ada's face was so soft- it seemed to be like Ada was like a fragile doll that you weren't allowed to touch. It was hard to truly know a woman like this.

[_] took a small breath in, "So, now what?" She whispered softly.

Ada smirked but it was much softer than the first ones, "Well, I can give you a small favor." She slowly got herself into her knees as [_] looked down feeing a bit awkward. Ada's hands on the waistline of the sweats and slowly slide the off, [_]'s body tensed up. It had been a while since she had someone between her thighs, Ada's hands slowly took off the panties, "You owe me after this one." Ada gently kissed her thighs, and the kisses were slowly getting closer and closer to that spot.

Goodness, she hasn't even touched herself since she became an agent. [_]'s head tilted back on the couch, the feeling of Ada'a breath so close to there drove her a bit crazy. Her heart was pounding against her chest.

Ada got herself closer and closer until Ada was in the folds. Then, Ada's tongue gently moved around her pussy but completely avoiding the clit. Both of the women's breathing increased, Ada's fingers grabbed her thighs and squeezed them with her finger tips. Ada's tongue flattened and pressed itself completely on [_]'s pussy. It gently touched the clit.

There was no moaning or anything too much. It was just those tiny gasps escaping [_]'s lips. "Mmm..." It was all the escaped her throat.

Ada's tongue flicked over and over on her clit but gently sucking it. Her thighs quickly clenched up to try to keep Ada between her legs, but Ada was stronger as she pushed the legs open again with her hands. "Wait," Ada's voice was a bit hoarse, "I'm not done yet."

Ada's thin yet long fingers opened her pussy and licked the hole. [_] whined softly as her hips buckled against Ada's tongue, Ada's fingers slowly entered inside and pumping them gently in and out. [_] was so wet that they slide in and out without an issue. Ada's tongue was simulating her clit as the fingers pumped in and out.

The agent's breathing was turning into small pants, "Ada, fuck, Ada...." Her voice was whiny, her cunt clenched around Ada's fingers and it was making weaker as she felt Ada going a bit faster. Before she knew it, the agent released her juices on Ada's fingers. Ada moaned softly, "Good girl." Ada whispered softly. Her tongue dragged up the folds and cleaned up the cum, "That was good wasn't it? You didn't even think twice of having a mercenary between your pussy." Ada sat up in the couch, "You needed it so badly, didn't you?"

Ada wanted to tease the poor agent with those cruel words though Ada didn't expect [_] to cup her face. Another kiss where it kept Ada underneath the woman, [_]'s rough hands were on Ada's waist and slowly slid down to Ada's ass. She squeezed her ass gently, Ada was surprised but everything that was happening however in [_]'s mind was clear.

Ada was right.

She did need this.

Fighting those never ending monsters. Being smacked around by them, feeling your body take in all the pain in the world yet no drop of pleasure. No chance to be selfish.

[_] slowly pulled away from Ada's pink lips, "Sorry, I'm just..." Her eyes trailed away, "Tired." Ada smiled. "It happens." Ada whispered softly, her hand gently caressed the agent's face. "So, may I?" [_] asked her.

Ada looked confused at the woman's question, "You what?"

"You said I owed you so... it's my turn."

[beaulesbian]

wano & egghead spoilers (up to current chapter 1108)

there's some interesting connection between the eyes of zunesha, luffy/joyboy and the iron giant on egghead

in the zou arc with zunesha's first introductions, each time they were on the page their eyes were big black holes, seemingly empty or hollow:

in wano arc, when zunesha got the first feeling that joyboy could appear, and was on the way to wano, their depiction was in inverse - which could still mean hollow black eyes and lighter color body, but in the shadows:

and then, when it seemed luffy died, his own eyes were very similar - black and hollow, dead and still, like zunesha's.

(this similarity especially here between them is very interesting (dead and still), and i hope we learn more about the 'crime' zunesha did, if i remember correctly, around 900years ago? and what exactly was their punishment, beside to wander around the world forever, and who were they in relation to joyboy..)

UNTIL !! luffy came back to life! not only as luffy, but with something of joyboy's spirit alongside him and unlocking/awakening his gear 5 of the sun god nika devil fruit. zunesha's eyes began almost glowing. bright and light (with hope and sun!):

and in this panel above was also another interesting thing - since then for a few panels/pages, we didn't see luffy's eyes - he had them covered, first with his hair, then even with his hand! (so much that the pose also ended up on his new bounty poster):

(when i first read it, it made me think as if he was getting used to the light/sun again after a long time, and had to shield them to protect them)

it feels that maybe the focus somehow shifted from his usually determined eyes - to his smile when he's fighting in gear 5, to give even more emphasis on him bringing laughter, joy and freedom to the people he's fighting for, so much that many times he's having his eyes closed or covered, even on egghead:

(there's still many panels where they eyes aren't covered, but it's even more curious when they are, especially on purpose, like with that bubble text above^)

even this last page of 1108, first we get to see a very intense look of luffy/nika being serious, angry and even terrifying with his power to grip both saturn and kizaru at once, and then a huge smile with eyes of similar intensity as saturn, still with something terrifying in that expression:

now with the zunesha and another connection - the iron giant on egghead.

when luffy went into gear 5 against kizaru, for few pages he was fighting in his giant form, and two times in those chapters it goes to focus right on the iron giant, who's eyes started to glow, as if he was waking up, as if he started to come back to life:

(again, looks really similar to zunesha)

i really want to see what exactly is connecting them, these beings over 900years old (with the iron giant even attacking marijoa 200years ago) very possibly it's the feeling of joyboy's presence, so i hope there could be more exposition on who exactly joyboy was.

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and then there's another connection with different looking eyes, and that's of the gorosei/five elders, in their awakened devil fruit state:

and especially, since he's been there more than the others, with saturn having these eyes when he gets very angry. (glowing? fire? poison - as there was mention the ushi-oni he's based on do have poison, and in the new chapter it was also mentioned that he's covered in poison.):

(I'm very curious how this will be animated/what colors. if it's gonna be differenciated from those of zunesha/iron giant/luffy, or if they will keep these similarities. i always love to find how luffy can resemble someone he opposes (kaido & big mom especially) bc he might be chaotic/having fun and be selfish, but never in the way his enemies are. he's always looking after the people who were kind to him/helped him, and doesn't want anyone to suffer. so it's always great to see how he use their similarities against his opponents to bring them down and win).

how is that saying, eyes are the window to the soul?

in the eye of the hurricane? or-

"the D will always cause another storm?"

[xxrhxysxx]

Heyyyyy saw ur requests were open for ghost can I get like reader(gn or fem idc) x Simon where like reader needs to borrow a shirt for whatever reason (idk it got ruined or something) and Simon ends up giving them one and they wear it around the safe house or around the others and bro goes feral idk just a thot

Thx

(hopefully smut but totally get it if not thx)

Him giving you his shirt is so baby girl of himΨ(≧ω≦)Ψ also thank you for requesting, sorry this took oh so long ☆

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Simon(Ghost) Riley giving you his shirt

Gn reader x Simon Riley

. Warnings: sugestive, swearing,

(Sub coded!)Simon

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. It had been really busy around the safe house in an attempt to calm down you made yourself cup of hot chocolate and were ready to head back to your room, on the way back bumped into Gaz who was play fighting with Soap, that causes you to spill the hot chocolate all over yourself, lucky you it wasn't hot but warm.

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When you first knock on Simons door and ask for a shirt he's confused and flustered, he gives you the shirt and tells you you don't have to give it back, little did he know that this decision was the cause of soon to be problems. The next day when he woke up and came to the kitchen to make some tea the first thing he saw was you with a coffee in hand "good morning" you said but instead of replying he just looked at you, it made you nervous he stared at you a lot but this time it was different, it was intense, hungry almost, he had to snap himself out of the trance he was in, "good morning" his voice was a bit breathy and small. he was sweating trying not to say how good you look in his shirt, how much he wants to kiss you, despite how awkward the silence is you graciously excuse yourself from the room and go to the rest of the team. Whilst talking with the others soap points out how hard ghost is staring at you but decide to ignore it. Later that evening everyone decides to go out to a bar you decline because you aren't a big fan of drinking, while making yourself a cup another of hot chocolate since you didn't really get to enjoy the first one you spot a figure out of the corner of your eye you turn around to see Simon staring at you again but this time you decide to say something "Is there something wrong with how I look? This the the 3rd time I've caught you looking at me" he doesn't respond but you can tell he heard you after a few seconds pass you hear heavy foot steps that stopped right behind you. You turn around to Simon abnormally close you give him a look that hints at him to move, he scoots back a bit and with a apologetic look in his eyes " I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare " it's quiet , barely audible "It's fine... Can I know why you're staring at me so much? " there's a pause, you can tell he wants to say something, but he's not, it frustrates you almost because you two have history, you both joined at the same time, you trained together, hell he had stayed over at your house a few times, you weren't besties but he could at least tell you why he was staring. After a few seconds you go back to making your hot chocolate "If you won't tell me it's fine. I'm just curious that's all" "It's just... you look really good in my shirt" he looks away from you, fidgeting with his hands you can tell he more to say than that but you don't push "Is that a bad thing? " you spoke "No but the things I'm thinking about doing to you are" you're in shock you never took Simon for the kind of guy to get hard from you wearing his clothes. You feel heat run though your whole body, you start to sweat as he steps closer to you he won't look at you though and to look into his eyes is the only thing you need right now. "Simon look at me please" he obeys "If you want me I'm yours but I need you to tell me exactly what you need ok? " "Okay" you guide as him to his room. As you both lay on his bed you can hear his heartbeat get louder, and you notice him sweating "are you nervous" you speak "a bit yeah" "why" he looks away as if he Hiding something. "I've wanted to do this for a while but I never thought I'd get the chance" he whispers. "Well now you have the chance so show me how much you wanted this".

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. Once again I'm so so sorry that I took so long I just couldn't find the motivation to write but I hope you enjoyed and again thank you for requesting 🤎☆

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Love at first sight

RZ Michael x gn reader

Summary: little dude gets a huge crush and gets angry about it. (Fluff if you squint with three glasses)

Note: I keep updating this story, sorry.

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It had been a few months since Michael got sent into the mental hospital.

Michael was in his room when he heard distant screaming, Getting curious, he decided to peek a little from his window and what he saw made his heart drop a little.

Although you were being quite literally manhandled by guards you still looked stunning.

He didn't realise it but he stared at you until you were out of his view.

But you are and will be just a cute looking random person, right?

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A few hours later it was lunch time and he saw you again, he stared at your face a lot longer and intensely than he intended and you caught him.

they're gonna think I'm creepy now.

But what you did next wasn't what he expected,

You waved and smiled at him.

and oh god did he feel like he was gonna die at how fast his heart was beating.

But then he started getting frustrated and angry, why was he feeling this way? Why does his heart beat so fast when he sees you? Was he scared of you? You? Scaring him with a smile and a wave? How dare you belittle him this way!

The poor boy felt so humiliated and he had never felt this way with someone before and so he started pretending to hate you.

You on the other hand thought he was so cool and intimidating and you also maybe had a big little crush on him and so you tried.

You tried so hard trying to befriend him by trying to chat with him or do nice things for him but that always went out the drain because he either ignored you or moved away from you, it looked like he hated you and you were so close to giving up but you knew patience is key, so you had to keep trying. Trying to befriend Michael gone wrong.

Michael was in a bad mood this day, he accidentally broke one of his mask he spent hours on and the guards bruised his wrist and he accidentally spilt food on himself and he was on his way to change, while he was huffing and puffing. The last thing he needed was you. Making him blush Coming to him when he was obviously in a bad mood and it was his last straw. Unknown to you of course.

Ironically you were in a good mood this time being, you were absolutely sure you can make progress this time when you learnt he liked making masks and was going to ask if he wanted to make some with you. You were also quite loud, yes. This was going to be his last straw.

"Hey Michael!" You reach out to him "Hey Michael, I was wondering if you wanted to make a mask with me,I have three in mind!" Dot. Dot. Dot. No answer. Maybe he somehow didn't hear you?

"Michael hello?" "Mic-"

You suddenly heard a loud slap noise and in a flash you were on the ground holding your cheek, it happened so fast it took a hot second for your body to realise you were slapped and then your cheek started burning and stinging so quickly and painfully you bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from screaming but tears were already forming in your eye and one of them already fell, not from the pain no, but from how hurt, humiliated and stupid you felt from thinking that you could've actually been friends with Michael. So now there was a burning aching feeling in both your cheek and your chest.

But you were hopeful, and you hoped so hopelessly that it wasn't Michael who slapped you but some random guard or some random patient and so you slowly looked up but as you already knew deep inside your heart, it was Michael. with his hand still semi in the air breathing heavily.

Guards who were nearby heard the sudden loud noise and came rushing.

"Ay you freak! What did you do?!" The mean guard asked.

"Don't call him that. Michael, what happened? What did you do?" The nice guard said calmly.

"God, there you go again, talking to the beast as if he's human, I mean- look at this thing!"

"That's not the problem right now, take Y/N to the infirmary, I'll take care of him." The nice guard said.

"Whatever" The mean guard rolled his eyes and took you not-so-nicely-and-gently to the infirmary.

The nurse there studied and inspected your face and mouth for a moment before saying "there's going to be a bit of a bruising, fortunately there's no serious damage to the inside of your mouth or your face." And then proceeded to hand you an ice pack, you took it tiredly and grumpily from all the mental fighting earlier, you walked so sadly with the aching feeling in your chest still lingering.

Michael now in his room had realised what he had done and he doesn't know what to do. He swears he didn't mean to do that! He didn't mean to hurt you! Can you forgive him? And his chest is the one now burning majorly and is feeling guilty, Wait what? Why is he thinking like this? What have you done to him! But then again, if he feels like this whenever he hurts you... Then this will be the first and last time he's ever gonna hurt you again.

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It was next day and everyone was in the cafeteria, he wouldn't have seen you if it weren't for you laughing with someone else near the benches, it hurt him and he doesn't know why, he was quite used to you chatting with him all day at the cafeteria while he ate the disgustingly bland food. It made him feel... Miserable. And he couldn't stand it, maybe you didn't see him? So he quietly stood up and kinda just stood where you were and huffed loudly as to catch your attention. You and your friend stopped talking and looked up at him. He expected you to smile and start talking to him but he didn't expect you to look down and grab your friend's hand and move far away from him.

He felt as if his heart was going to shatter like a porcelain cup being dropped. He kinda just stood there and sat down, and started kinda eating his food but he stopped since it tasted even more disgusting and bland than usual. Lunch time was over and Michael was waiting for you in the halls and when he saw you start walking in his direction he hoped you would start talking to him or apologize for ignoring him during lunch but nothing. You walked straight passed him even looking a bit on edge and nervous when you did and he couldn't take it anymore. The fact that he made you scared of him was hurting his heart so painfully. So he-

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Yes a cliff hanger since since I thought this was getting a bit too long and boring, also tell if there are any mistakes here or if things are escalating too quickly. the next part will be out tomorrow maybe or a few days later, bye!

[pickastitch]

i lied i do have a fic for @mcyt-yuri-week

day 3 qpr/aromance. hc s9 gempearl

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“Gem, what does romantic attraction feel like?” Pearl questioned in the middle of them building up their megabases. They have spoken about them both being aromatic before, and the other found out that Gem was frayromatic while Pearl was completely loveless when it came to aromanticism.

Gem took a minute to think before saying, “It's having the desire to kiss someone, the ability to spend an infinite amount of time and never get tired of them, the wanting to be a life partner, in my experience at least.” Pearl just hummed in response as they continued on working on Gem’s base but couldn't shake the feeling that she had some of those wants for her closest friend without it being explicitly romantic.

After a little bit, they went inside for a water break. Pearl was sitting on top of the dining table while Gem sat in a chair next to her, drinking from a simple glass. She felt herself observing her and took note of all the small details of her, opening her mouth to comment on one, specifically Gem's lips, but quickly closed it, realizing how awkward it would sound.

Gem must have noticed cause she looked over and gave a questioning eyebrow lift. Pearl was caught, so she sighed and answered, “This is going to sound weird, but I was just looking, as one does, and noticed how nice your lips look.”

In response, Gem just laughed, “Wh- wha? Thanks?” It wasn't judgemental or anything she was just caught very off guard. “Your lips.. look good.. too?”

“Okay this is going to sound worse, but-”

“Pearl, I think we've passed that point. That awkward ship has sailed.”

“I suppose. I don't know, just the concept of platonic kissing- is that a thing?”

“I mean, I suppose so,” thinking for a moment, “I guess that is how I would describe some of my older feelings for you”

Now Pearl was curious, “When?” Gem had confessed her romantic feelings when she initially had them and took the rejection fairly well, but they never really talked about it after.

“Well when I start befriending someone I have a crush on, my attraction just goes into this limbo for a bit between romantic and platonic. I've thought of that but never had exact wording for it.”

“Well why don't we try it now?” Pearl suggests as she guides Gem out of her seat and places her in between her legs. Gem stood just a bit taller compared to Pearl sitting, so Gem took her opportunity to hold her face and lead her lips to her own with a light experimental kiss. That only led to both of them wanting more as Pearl tilted her head a little and kissed her back even more intensely.

After they finally pulled apart from one another, “Woah,” was all Gem had to say. Pearl, out of breath, did her best to laugh at the reaction as she pulled her up on the table. “You should've brought this up earlier. That was amazing,” Gem muttered, laying her head down onto Pearl's shoulder.

“Thought it would ruin our friendship”, she admitted as she wrapped her arm around Gem, pulling her even closer.

“No point in friends if you can't kiss them every once in a while,” she joked.

Pearl took notice of the word friend, “Are we friends?” Not in a hurt way, but more so in a curious way.

“Well since I want to kiss you more than every once in a while, we could arrange something.”

Pearl couldn't help herself with an, “Oh?” alongside joking suggestive eyebrow wiggles.

Completely disregarding her usual antics, Gem moved on, “Like something between a friendship and actual romantic relationship?” she suggested.

“Well what would you call me, girlfriend, best friend?"

“I think I'll stick with Pearl. You're my Pearlo.”

Unraveling her body from Gem, she commented, “Alrighty, nice break, we gotta get back to base building,” Pearl said as she poked at Gem, “That means you gotta get up.”

“Mmm, maybe for another kiss?”

[fanbloggingpursuedbyabear]

Station 19 Characters as Dog Breeds (as described by the American Kennel Club).

This post might be a bit of a scroll, but I think it's worth it.

Maya: Border Collie

"A remarkably bright workaholic, the Border Collie is an amazing dog, maybe a bit too amazing for owners without the time, energy, or means to keep it occupied. These energetic dogs will settle down for cuddle time when the workday is done. Borders are athletic, medium-sized herders standing 18 to 22 inches at the shoulder. The overall look is that of a muscular but nimble worker unspoiled by passing fads. Both the rough coat and the smooth coat come in a variety of colors and patterns. The almond eyes are the focus of an intelligent expression, an intense gaze, the Border's famous 'herding eye', is a breed hallmark. On the move, Borders are among the canine kingdom's most agile, balanced, and durable citizens. The intelligence, athleticism, and trainability of Borders have a perfect outlet in agility training. Having a job to perform, like agility or herding or obedience work is key to Border happiness. Amiable among friends, they may be reserved with strangers."

Carina: Boxer

"Loyalty, affection, intelligence, work ethic, and good looks: Boxers are the whole doggy package. Bright and alert, sometimes silly, but always courageous, the Boxer has been among America's most popular dog breeds for a very long time. A well-made Boxer in peak condition is an awesome sight. A male can stand as high as 25 inches at the shoulder; females run smaller. Their muscles ripple beneath a short, tight-fitting coat. The dark brown eyes and wrinkled forehead give the face an alert, curious look. The coat can be fawn or brindle, with white markings. Boxers move like the athletes they are named for: smooth and graceful, with a powerful forward thrust. Boxers are upbeat and playful. Their patience and protective nature have earned them a reputation as a great dog with children. They take the jobs of watchdog and family guardian seriously and will meet threats fearlessly. Boxers do best when exposed to a lot of people and other animals in early puppyhood."

Jack: Beauceron

"The Beauceron is imposing and powerful, but also remarkably smart, spirited, and a versatile herder. Imagine a Border Collie's brain in a 100-pound body. They are especially beloved by women as a dashing but sensitive companion and protector. Beaucerons are muscular, rugged, and large, standing as high as 27.5 inches at the shoulder, and yet graceful and in all ways balanced. Their dark black coats feature handsome squirrel-red accents, including the red feet that give the breed its French nickname Bas-Rouge ('red stockings'). They're also seen in a black-gray-tan coat. The long head is well chiseled, and the dark brown eyes project expression breed fanciers describe as frank and confident. They're not for novice owners, who might end up being owned by their dominant dog instead of the other way around. That said, well-trained and socialized Beaucerons are levelheaded watchdogs and guardians, especially good with the young, the small, and the defenseless."

Andy: Airedale Terrier

"His size, strength, and unflagging spirit have earned the Airedale Terrier the nickname 'The King of Terriers.' The Airedale stands among the world's most versatile dog breeds and has distinguished himself as hunter, athlete, and companion. The Airedale Terrier is the largest of all terrier breeds. Males stand about 23 inches at the shoulder, females a little less. The dense, wiry coat is tan with black markings. Long, muscular legs give Airedales a regal lift in their bearing, and the long head, with its sporty beard and mustache, dark eyes, and neatly folded ears, conveys a keen intelligence. Airedales are the very picture of an alert and willing terrier, only bigger. And, like his smaller cousins in the terrier family, he can be bold, determined, and stubborn. Airedales are docile and patient with kids but won't back down when protecting hearth and home. Thanks to their famous do-it-all attitude, Airedales excel in all kinds of sports and family activities."

Vic: Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier

"The Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier, an exuberant Irish farm dog, is happy, friendly, deeply devoted, and just stubborn enough to remind you he's a terrier. The unique wheaten coat is low-shedding but needs diligent care to avoid matting. The hallmark of these merry extroverts, and what sets them apart from other terriers, is the silky, gently waving coat. It runs from a pale beige to a shimmering gold, recalling the color of ripening wheat. Topping out at 19 inches tall and 40 pounds, Wheatens are square, sturdy terriers with a peek-a-boo hairdo and dashing goatee. The overall picture is that of a hard-muscled but soft-coated working terrier or, as the breed has been described, an iron fist in a velvet glove."

Dean: American Staffordshire Terrier

"The American Staffordshire Terrier, known to their fans as AmStaffs, are smart, confident, good-natured companions. Their courage is proverbial. A responsibly bred, well-socialized AmStaff is a loyal, trustworthy friend to the end. AmStaffs are stocky, muscular bull-type terriers standing 17 to 19 inches at the shoulder. The head is broad, the jaws well defined, the cheekbones pronounced, and the dark, round eyes are set wide apart. AmStaff movement is agile and graceful, with a springy gait that advertises the breed's innate confidence. The stiff, glossy coat comes in many colors and patterns. AmStaffers describe their dogs as keenly aware of their surroundings, game for anything, and lovable 'personality dogs' around the house. AmStaffs like mental and physical challenges. They are highly trainable, as their many forays into showbiz suggest. When acquiring an AmStaff, there's only one way to go: Do your homework and find a responsible AKC breeder."

Travis: Akita

"The Akita is a muscular, double-coated dog of ancient Japanese lineage famous for their dignity, courage, and loyalty. In their native land, they're venerated as family protectors and symbols of good health, happiness, and long life. Akitas are burly, heavy-boned spitz-type dogs of imposing stature. Standing 24 to 28 inches at the shoulder, Akitas have a dense coat that comes in several colors, including white. The head is broad and massive, and is balanced in the rear by a full, curled-over tail. The erect ears and dark, shining eyes contribute to an expression of alertness, a hallmark of the breed. Akitas are quiet, fastidious dogs. Wary of strangers and often intolerant of other animals, Akitas will gladly share their silly, affectionate side with family and friends. They thrive on human companionship. The large, independent-thinking Akita is hardwired for protecting those they love. They must be well socialized from birth with people and other dogs."

Theo: German Shepherd

"Generally considered dogkind's finest all-purpose worker, the German Shepherd Dog is a large, agile, muscular dog of noble character and high intelligence. Loyal, confident, courageous, and steady, the German Shepherd is truly a dog lover's delight. German Shepherd Dogs can stand as high as 26 inches at the shoulder and, when viewed in outline, presents a picture of smooth, graceful curves rather than angles. The natural gait is a free-and-easy trot, but they can turn it up a notch or two and reach great speeds. There are many reasons why German Shepherds stand in the front rank of canine royalty, but experts say their defining attribute is character: loyalty, courage, confidence, the ability to learn commands for many tasks, and the willingness to put their life on the line in defense of loved ones. German Shepherds will be gentle family pets and steadfast guardians, but, the breed standard says, there's a 'certain aloofness that does not lend itself to immediate and indiscriminate friendships.'"

Sully: Plott Hound

"The Plott, a hound with a curious name and a unique history, is a rugged, relentless hunting dog who is a mellow gentleman at home but fearless, implacable, and bold at work. This eye-catching scenthound is North Carolina's state dog. The hound with the curious name (we'll get to that) and unique history (we'll get to that, too) is a streamlined, long-tailed, light-footed hunter standing as high as 25 inches at the shoulder. The flashy coat comes in an array of brindle-stripe patterns, from black flecked with gold to flaming orange and russet, in addition to some solid colors. The medium-length ears hang gracefully, and the leather of the nose, lips, and eye rims are black, setting off an inquisitive and confident expression."

Warren: Mastiff

"The colossal Mastiff belongs to a canine clan as ancient as civilization itself. A massive, heavy-boned dog of courage and prodigious strength, the Mastiff is docile and dignified but also a formidable protector of those they hold dear. For the uninitiated, a face-to-face encounter with these black-masked giants can be startling. A male stands at least 30 inches at the shoulder and can outweigh many a full-grown man. The rectangular body is deep and thickly muscled, covered by a short double coat of fawn, apricot, or brindle stripes. The head is broad and massive, and a wrinkled forehead accentuates an alert, kindly expression. Mastiffs are patient, lovable companions and guardians who take best to gentle training. Eternally loyal Mastiffs are protective of family, and a natural wariness of strangers makes early training and socialization essential. Mastiffs are magnificent pets, but acquiring a powerful giant-breed dog is commitment not to be taken lightly."

[trashytoastboi]

Hello Toast! I hope you are well and taking care of yourself, it's important to take a breather every now and then. ♡

Okay so I have nipple piercings and was wondering how you think Killer, Law and Zoro would think about their partner having some?

Thank you in advance!

Hiya!🍞 Thank you kindly anon, I hope you are taking care of yourself as well🍀 I really enjoyed writing this as I'm a fan of body mods. Thank you for your patience and hope you enjoy ~

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Headcanons (Slightly NSFW) – Killer, Law, Zoro what they think about their S/O having nipple piercings.

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Killer

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🍜 Discovered it by chance when he walked into the room while {Name} was changing. They'd already seen eachother naked before anyway so it wasn't anything new, it just happened. Killer noticed something metallic on their chest. Upon closer inspection He discovered it was nipple rings that caught his attention.

🍜 Just a little flustered at the new discovery. He's curious and looking respectfully in the hopes that {Name} doesn't catch him staring with such curious eyes. Although the mask obstructs {Name} from seeing where he's looking but they could guess considering how awkwardly still he stood and how he let out a meant to be nonchalant cough now and then.

🍜 Killer honestly thinks they're quite nice. Although he needs to warn both {Name} and Kid about it, lest while using his devil fruit powers something terrible happens. The thought alone sends a cold chill down his spine. {Name} probably didn't consider it when they got the piercings.

🍜 A random thought is when he wonders if {Name} coordinates their jewlery with their outfit to match. Even if no one sees it, well...Killer might see it. He needs to know the answer. Genuinely doesn't know why he has a newfound fixation with them but whether fascination or something else. It's evident and it's there.

🍜 Killer had asked them about the pain, while he had a lot of questions that was one he seemed to be concerned about. If it really hurt. The best way they could explain it was a really intense pressure and pain that lasted only for a second. The real pain (in the ass) was the healing. Saying how everytime their shirt rubbed against them was just torture, or how accidentally bumping into things, or people was the absolute worst. Killer also had a new answer as to why {Name} avoided hugs for a while.

🍜 Always seemed to find them pretty and complimented them. {Name} had teased him about getting a set of his own and to their surprise, Killer really considered getting his nipples pierced.

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Trafalgar Law

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🍄 Law is a man with a sharp eye for detail. And it wasn't that he was staring at his partners chest, by pure concidence he noticed the outline of their piercings through their shirt. Ever since then he is VERY aware of it and often glances to see the outline. At this point he'll admit that maybe grabbing 'hidden' glances of their chest was not the right way to go about asking them.

🍄 When he finally got to see more than just the outline, he was both impressed and amused. He didn't seem super surprised, although he wonders how he didn't find out about them sooner. If they were still healing that would explain a lot. {Name} wasn't exactly hiding it, but Law can tend to be just a little mean and they didn't want him to take advantage of that.

🍄 He finds the piercings really pretty, Law found a unique sense of beauty in things like piercings and tattoos. Both on himself and in others. Seeing the piercings made him reminisce about when he had his nipples pierced.

🍄 Little sadistic thought on how he'll make good use of his partners newfound sensitivity. Sometimes its blatantly intentional other times it's more subtle and "accidental", but seems to find enjoyment when toying with them. "What's the matter {Name-ya?} I'm just appreciating how good they look"

🍄Law was a doctor by profession but has dabbled in piercings before- something of a little known hobby he possessed. Somehow he wished he was the one who got pierce them. Also like to ask questions about how they found the process, the pain, the healing and everything in between.

🍄 Developed a habit of buying them jewlery whenever possible. He knew {Name} didn't exactly wear much jewlery so it wasn't the kind of gift that he would get for them. Although the piercings changed that, since he'd get them many different kinds and styles. Rings, shields, studs, even ones with more exotic designs.

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Roronoa Zoro

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⚔ He discovered them by pure chance when he went to bathe after training and {Name} was there with the exact same thought. Zoro was not shy about looking at his partner, he appreciated them and found them attractive in every sense of the word. He was simply admiring their beauty -and their new piercings.

⚔ No subtley, no dancing around the topic. He is outright staring at their chest ○_○ and gawking at the piercings. It was new, unusual in a sense that it's not a piercing he'd seen every often. More so than when he had seen it before he thought nothing of it, until now.

⚔He doesn't understand why, but then again he's got piercings himself so he can't really speak about the reason. It's nothing bad, his thought runs along the fact of knowing how sensitive nipples are and the thought of being pierced is absolutely terrifying to him. Lowkey gets annoyed when he thinks of the person who had to touch {Name's} chest to pierce them in the first place.

⚔ Zoro's brain jumps all over the place with various ideas and questions. One of the more prominent question being along the lines of wondering how the jewelry will feel in his mouth. He didn't know why his thoughts went there first but they did. Zoro was quite determined to have his answer soon.

⚔ Bless him, he asks the most stupid questions about the piercings. Good old classic "Did it hurt?" "What did they use?" Thankfully enough {Name} was more than patient to answer all the silly questions and the occasional legimate questions.

⚔ Developed a weird habit of trying to use his nonexistent X-ray vision to guess whatever jewlery {Name} was wearing. He would silently pat himself on the back if he guessed right. They always catch his attention and Zoro will brush off getting caught staring by saying they're the ones who distracted him. Even though he's the same person who couldn't take his eyes off of them.

[trafalgarscarpet]

Trafalgar D. Law NSFW alphabet

First post, I know it's NSFW but I had no other ideas. Hope you enjoy

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A=Aftercare (Tending after sex)

Law is a responsible man

He’d obviously tend to you after 2 hours of hot, intense, cultivating, lifechanging sex💀 You’d both take a casual trip to the bathroom, and he’d take care of cleaning you up… After you both probably just pass out on the bed, or he reads a book. If you need anything, he’d use his powers to bring it to you

B=Body part (Favorite body part)

I don’t think he’d prioritize any. He’d praise you for all of it, and probably leave you in a mess at the end of the night. Although, I do see him liking ass. He’d enjoy spanking you if you act up

C=Cum (Where do they cum)

His favorite place is probably inside of you. He dislikes getting it everywhere because of the mess. Other than that, he’d most likely use a condom, just to ensure there’s minimal cleanup and pregnancy scares.

D=Dirty Secret (Do they have any sexual secrets they keep away from you?)

He probably fantasizes about using his devil fruit on you. Tying you up, then taking a body part of yours. You should already know where this is going.

He wouldn’t ever bring it up to you, unless you’re both alone and you get a bit curious. Of course, he may try this with your consent.

E=Experience (How experienced are they?)

He has 0 experience, probably lost his virginity past the age of 20. Though, you wouldn’t be able to tell from how much knowledge he has, considering he’s a doctor. You may even be surprised from how good he is.

F=Favorite position (self-explanatory)

Law would love some sort of equal pleasure for the both of you. He’d be into having you faced down into a mattress, your arms bound behind your back as he pounds into you. Hearing the noises turns him on.

If he’s feeling lazy though, reverse cowgirl would do just fine for him. A view of your butt would replenish his energy.

G=Goofy (Are they humorous in bed?)

He takes sex pretty seriously. However, I do see him being a big tease in bed. He’d probably make fun of you for a lot of things, either whimpering or physical reactions to a lot of things he does to you. 

Sometimes, he might end up saying something he thought would be cool, but it ended up making you laugh from how corny it was. As a result, he’d freeze up in embarrassment and spitefully turn away.

H=Hair (How well-groomed are they?)

Eh, he has a goatee and sideburns. What more do you expect? He wouldn’t have a bush but he’d definitely have trimmed hair down there. Mostly because he knows it serves a purpose. Yes, the carpet matches the drapes.

I=Intimacy (Are they romantic in bed?)

Law would 100% only have sex with someone who’s in a romantic relationship with him. He’s very sensual and trusting with the person he loves. Meaning even the kinkest of sex would be intimate.

J=Jackoff (Do they masturbate often?)

No, not really. Law’s too busy to enjoy himself because of situations and his crewmates. Also, he prefers having sex over masturbation, since he believes it’s stupid to do it solo.

K=Kinks (What kinks do they have?)

Law’s extremely kinky, it’s pretty scary

Typical BDSM. He would catch a fling at tying you up, using blindfolds, sadism, masochism; you name it, he’s got it

Light medical play. Law would be the type to keep things professional and find roleplaying embarrassing.

Brat taming and punishments. He’d enjoy seeing you helpless and in a mess, constantly telling you how bad you are and how much you deserve to be punished for it.

Sensation play. He may be into flogging/whips. Seeing the way you flinch when they hit your body amuses him.

Degrading and praising. Law’s a huge degradee. He’d occasionally throw in a few praises in there, mixing them into the perfect sentences to drive anyone crazy.

L=Location (Where do they prefer to do it?)

Definitely would much rather prefer doing it in the bedroom. He may consider doing it at work, if you’re both alone. Though, he’s into you teasing him in public (purposely wearing a short dress or rubbing on him by “accident”).

M= Motivation (What are their turn ons?)

Like I mentioned before, wearing a short dress or revealing clothing would definitely turn him on. You might catch him staring and he’d break his glance, although he likes it.

N= No/Not fond of (What are their turn offs?)

Obviously anything disgusting, such as any bodily fluids apart from cum and spit.

Multiple people joining in sexually. Law would much rather have you all to himself

Roleplaying, he’d be too embarrassed and disappointed to try it

O=Oral (Do they prefer to give or receive orally? How skilled are they?)

Traffy has a skilled tongue, what more do you want to know? He’s a doctor with unlimited knowledge about the human body. So he’s bound to know all the sensitive spots and will use them to his advantage.

In thought, he wouldn’t mind receiving or giving. Law would enjoy either way.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

For the most part, fast and rough. He has an endless amount of stress and needs a way to relieve himself at the end of the day. When he’s feeling tired and romantic though, he will go slow and indulge more in the moment.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Law thinks quickies are a waste of time. Why bother doing it quickly without taking the time to use technique? Usually, intercourse with him lasts a long time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

At first, he’d hesitate trying out new things. Law will take it slow, and go from vanilla to unimaginable things. But as you both explore more together, he would 100% be into experimenting new practices with you. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Law would last a while in bed, averaging at almost 30 minutes if he must. Considering he knows how to control himself, he can also go for more than 1 round (1-3). Unfortunately, it’s almost always 1 round since Law’s a busy man.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

One day, he got a little too curious and bought a small vibrator that came with a remote. It’s stored in a cabinet, far away from any place anyone can easily find it.

He wouldn’t ever use it on himself, oh no. He’d use it on you, in public. You both could be sitting in a fancy restaurant together, and he may secretly power it on using the remote.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Law’s a huge tease. He loves to toy and play around with you in bed. Sometimes, he goes a bit overboard which makes you cry. Of course, he’d make fun of you for that too.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He does endless dirty talk in bed, so he’s pretty quiet the majority of the time. But periodically, they’re broken by low, quiet grunts or groans. And my god, do they sound hot.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I can see him using his electric shock ability on you every now and then. When he does, it flows throughout your entire body, which makes you cum almost immediately. Of course, he wouldn’t use so much of it, it knocks you out or kills you. But just enough to drive you to ecstasy.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s a little thicker than the average girth size, plus longer than the average length (6.6 inches when hard). His cock has a slight curve upwards to it, along with veins running up. Yes, he’d be circumcised and the skin tone + tip is a little darker than the rest of his body. Overall, his dick is a 10/10, and he knows how to manage having one well.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Law has a pretty average sex drive. It’s only when he’s angry that it becomes relatively high. On those days, you’d both be fucking like rabbits.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Well, he’s the type of guy to only get 2 hours of sleep each night. I don’t see him passing out easily after hardcore sex, he’d probably lay next to you and take care of you. Though, when Law’s really exhausted from the entire day, he’d sleep like a baby.

[feartoxinjelloshot]

So about your newest post featuring Jon's parents, it has me thinking: since your Jon is trans, is there a reason he chose the name Jonathan, which is also his father's name? Did he choose to name himself after his father? And if so, what's the reason behind it?

(This isn't meant to sound mean or rude, I'm just genuinely curious since he'd have the exact same name as his dad)

Thank you, and also I really love Jonathan Sr.'s design ^^

oh yeah for sure! i talked about this on my instagram and totally forgot to mention it here, but the cliffnotes version is that jonathan's father worked as a doctor at the hospital that he spent most of his childhood in. his father was not overtly abusive but he was continuously neglectful and also very devoutly christian; he viewed jonathan as more of a 'problem to fix' than an actual child of his own. he believed strongly that god had made jonathan sick for a reason and that it was part of both their destined paths to inhabit the roles that they did of the healer and the patient. over time (and due to his other complex psychological issues) this led to jonathan developing an intense bitter resentment towards both god and his father; as his mental state degraded he began to subconsciously view the entire world as a doctor/patient dichotomy, with everyone inhabiting either one role or the other. as an adult jonathan experienced an intense mental break which culminated in him returning to his childhood hospital - where his father still worked - dressed as the scarecrow and filling it with enough fear toxin that it was rendered uninhabitable and eventually permanently condemned. he sent them letters of warning in advance to evacuate patients since his main targets were the medical staff that had raised him, but he blamed no one more for his misfortune than his father - after the attack dr jonathan crane (not sr at the time, given that jonathan the younger hadn't legally changed his name yet atp) went missing; no body was ever found and his whereabouts remained a mystery. some accounts even suspected him of the attack, given his unexplained disappearance thereafter. shortly following his father's disappearance and presumed death jonathan changed his name to what his father's had been. he explained it to his mother as a way of honoring his father's life - if he had been born a boy he would have been jonathan jr from the start, most likely. his mother thought it was sweet. in reality it was a violently psychological way for jonathan to assert his authority and independence in the world; by putting himself so directly in his father's shoes he cast himself distinctly on the 'doctor' side of his doctor-patient dichotomy, cementing his own power to himself.

TL;DR he changed it after killing his dad because he has the world's worst control complex and wanted to be a doctor, which according to his convoluted internal logic puts him in a position of power in his own life

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Luz - Emotional Processing Notes (this is the organized version see below for my brainrot version)

Luz exhibits traits of alexithymia, specifically struggling to label her emotions despite feeling them intensely. Her physical reactions often clue her in to what she might be feeling, though she's prone to misinterpretation. She’s never been to therapy, so her self-awareness is limited, but through her experiences and interactions, she begins to piece things together.

Examples: In a high-stake situation in SR1 she mistakes fear for anger (elevated heart rate, body sweat, etc.) and has an explosive reaction that complicates a situation.

Notes: Luz’s lack of therapy/proper emotional understanding does eventually lead to growth. I envision this through multiple characters from the series who have undergone therapy to some degree recognizing Luz's struggles and offering insight, even if it’s initially rejected. It plants the seed in her head. (This might end up being her sister, Elena who she communicates with occasionally at the hospital.)

Anger is the easiest emotion for Luz to recognize because it produces clear physical symptoms: a racing heart, tension, and a surge of energy. She channels this into violence, finding a return to homeostasis after releasing her pent-up energy. Murdering, descruction, fighting, the whole lot here. This coping mechanism is both a strength and a weakness, as it sometimes leads to impulsive actions but also explains why she hasn’t flat out died yet.

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Transitioning/Dysphoria

Luz's transition in her early twenties is delayed due to her inability to identify her dysphoria. Throughout SR1, her anger and volatility are heightened by this unrecognized core discomfort. As she ages, listens to her companions, makes friends, and deals with challenges as Playa, she starts to understand herself better.

Examples: My brain is struggling here but just imagine some inner monologues that show her lifelong but unrecognized dysphoria. Moments where she feels out of place, angry without understanding why, these all gradually lead to her realization pretty quickly into SR1 storyline but she stays closeted as Cez for awhile. She waits to gain reputation and respect.

Notes: Unrelated but really curious as to how yall canon Saints companions reacting to a trans Playa character. I feel like there’s room for stuff here but I haven’t really thought about it… like for someone like Luz who is besties with Aisha and Johnny would they have an opinion? Approve/dissaprove initially? How does it affect their friendship if there is some phobic vibes or does it not affect it at all due to the respect Playa has as a person idk

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Relationship w/ Johnny and Aisha

Luz is a keen observer, especially in SR1, using others as a reference to understand her emotions. She connects with Johnny because of his directness and unapologetic nature, which aligns with her literal thinking. She admires Aisha’s femininity, success, and passion for music. Their romantic relationship confuses Luz, but third-wheeling with them helps her gather insights.

Notes: The insights are not always great. I think Luz would try to emulate aspects of Johnny and Aisha’s relationship in her own flings, but it fails, which adds to her confusion and irritation. An example like taking someone out to Freckle Bitches on a first date. Johnny did it and Aisha stayed, why can’t I? The reason why she emulates them I think is because she does recognize they have a deep bond whether they realize it or not. She can identify the emotion in them but she would not be able to do it in herself if that makes sense? She does want a real relationship like theirs at first but she fails too many times with her shitty method in SR1 so she becomes a player. Playa. Get it. (Aisha and Johnny 100% bully her for this as a bestie trio thing)

Flings and Manipulation and… Gaslighting?

In SR1, Luz engages in random flings and flirts with strangers, often as a means of emotional manipulation and gaslighting. These unreliable relationships reflect her dysfunctional understanding of normal relationships. She feels nothing genuine for her romantic pursuits, kinda just using them as a way to waste time and gain influence/information, focusing on power and ambition as main traits in this game. She is not extroverted at all so she kinda has that silent guy rizz and a pretty face that worked somehow on men and women.

Shift in SR2

By SR2, Luz has grown more emotionally aware and confident in her identity. Transitioning has expanded her emotional range, thanks to gender-affirming care and hormones. She remains direct and brash but is less obsessed with power, knowing her worth. (Getting blown up does that to ya) Her leadership style is defined by her no-nonsense attitude and refusal to take any disrespect.

Luz’s relationships with her companions evolve. She gets along well with Johnny and Aisha (post coma reunion) and they both play a significant role in her life. She idealizes Johnny/Aisha a bit as power couple despite their issues because she can identify that core emotion in them. Ask her to identify that emotion in herself though and she cannot.

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Relationship w/ Luz and Carlos

Carlos's willingness to do anything for Luz puzzles her. She explores this by befriending him, experiencing a mix of flirty vibes and a sense of normalcy that she can’t quite interpret. Her interactions with Carlos are marked by fluctuating feelings she can’t label. The gang notices this dynamic, but Luz denies it. After Carlos's death, Luz is overwhelmed with regret, realizing too late how much she cared for him. This is a pivotal moment for her emotional clarity.

Examples: "Luz, you ever wonder why we do this?" Carlos spoke softly, acknowledging their closeness. Luz felt her chest well with tightness, misinterpreting the feeling that rose in her body. “It’s about power, Carlos. Nothing else.” Carlos blinked at her slowly, “For you, maybe. For me, it’s different.” Luz distanced herself from Carlos, attempting to brush off his words. “Stop overthinking it.”

Post Death:

Luz held the gold chain Carlos wore, pressing her thumb against the cross pendant. “Why does this hurt so much?” She whispered to herself, the tightness in her chest returning, sharper. She could not ignore or misplace the deep wound she felt. It wasn’t about power. It wasn’t about anger. It was loss. Regret.

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Impact of Aisha’s Death

Aisha’s death hits Luz hard, triggering intense feelings of sadness, guilt, and envy. These emotions, compounded by Johnny's grief, strain their friendship. They become coworkers rather than close friends, driven by a shared goal of vengeance. Luz compartmentalizes her emotions, focusing on tracking down those responsible, leading to resentment and conflict with Johnny.

Luz and Johnny’s relationship deteriorates after their losses. They clash, with harsh words and physical fights reflecting their internal turmoil. (Peep that art i made) (I also kinda see the fight as a foil to their previous friendship and the end of SR1 them and start of sr2 them) Their arguments include comparisons of their losses, revealing their vulnerabilities at the core. Eventually, they realize they must support each other rather than fight, leading to a tentative truce. Their relationship rebuilds slowly, marked by raw honesty and mutual growth between the duo.

Luz’s feelings for Johnny develop over time. She recognizes her emotions sooner than she did with Carlos but remains hesitant. A slow burn towards a romantic relationship vibes. Imagine scenes where there is chemistry but unspoken. Classic unintentional physical closeness- I don’t know Luz is questioning her feelings. Debating on giving them a romantic encounter before the fight to serve as a catalyst but unsure. Unresolved feelings about Aisha and Carlos with that poor choice of sexual distraction could be interesting way to confront guilt/grief.

Examples: im too dead for this

"You don’t get it, Luz. Aisha’s death is on all of us."

"How can you say that? I didn’t kill her!"

I don’t know words here

*anger and confusion, lashing out grrrr* “Don't you dare compare your loss to mine. Carlos was—"

”Was what, Luz? ‘Nother pawn to you?"

Luz explodes in anger, initiating a physical fight

After

Bruised and bleeding

"We can't keep doing this, Johnny. We’re on the same side."

“Yeah, well, maybe if we talked instead of throwing punches..."

“Talking’s not exactly our thing."

“No, but maybe it should be."