#OOOOH *kicks legs*

[edenminx]

Sorry guys I got a lil goofy

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

INCOMING MOTH BRAINROT !!!

WHAT IF MOTH HAD MORE BEAST-LIKE TENDENCIES.

what if moth is more feral like, moth likes to make nests, growls, hibernate,is kinda grumpy but not with us. likes to hunt, loves meat, etc.

moth bf making a nest out of our blankets on OUR BED and if we get close he SNARLS AND GROWLS but then it reduces to grumbles as he lets us in the nest.

MOTH STEALING FOOD AND THINGS, maybe moth is like, dragons, who are greedy so what if moth brings food of the kitchen to the nest and just eats there. maybe moth doesn't care if people see him bc he knows he can easily overpower citizens in liyue. maybe moth loves to steal jewelry .

AND IF ZHONGLI CATCHES CHILDE, he just grumbles and tries to ignore the angry look on zhongli's face. and if WE find moth, moth just whimpers and lays down

MOTH LOVES COLD AREAS.

imagine moth going all the way to the cold mountains in liyue or DRAGONSPINE, childe also loves to swim so maybe he goes to the rivers.

just.. FERAL MOTH!!

*SMACKS TABLE* FERAL MOTH FERAL MOTH YOU UNDERSTAND

ohhh but just imagine Foul Legacy's feral instincts making him super protective of you- he loves snuggling into our lap, letting out quiet little purrs and coos (if you point them out, he gets embarrassed and grumbles) but if there's even a single knock on your door he immediately tenses and looks up- if someone comes IN to disturb you he starts growling, claws gripping into your legs as he hisses and snarls until the person leaves- they had plenty of time during the day to bother you!! right now he wants your company!! his talons leave small scratches in your skin, and the minute the person hastily shows themselves out Foul Legacy softens and whines, gently licking at the wounds and curling around you- he might seem grumpy, but if you're ever hurt he instantly turns soft and worried <33

oh you are SO RIGHT, Foul Legacy really doesn't listen to anyone but you- he tries not to go out without you by his side, since he doesn't trust basically anyone other than you. Legacy's been hunted before, and is fully expecting to be hunted again- it's why he looks at everyone else with dislike and a hint of fear. but...... he really does LOVE shiny things........ sometimes you'll come home to him playing with some new shiny thing he found. when you ask where he got it from, Foul Legacy looks momentarily guilty- he has the sense to look more remorseful when you tell him to give it back. you get him his own shiny things now!! they can be expensive sometimes, but it's worth it to see the normally grumpy Abyssal beast purring happily and playing with shiny brooches and chains (he definitely takes them to put in the nest in your room)

OH SPEAKING OF THE NEST- whenever you go to Dragonspine you MUST have nest cuddles afterwards. you get chilled to the bone because of the climate and Foul Legacy often swims in the icy rivers and has to be dried off once you get home, so he'll be very sleepy with his fluff all poofed up, and will scoop you up and carry you to the blanket nest for snuggles. when he's tired, Foul Legacy is more outwardly affectionate, so expect many drowsy chirps and trills and sleepy headbumps- scritch under his chin and he's out like a LIGHT, arms wound around your waist and face buried into the crook of your neck. if you try to get up, there'll suddenly be a heavy hand on your back pushing you back down and a pair of arms tugging you into an armored chest as Foul Legacy sleepily nibbles on your fingers. he likes having you close when you sleep, it's how he knows he's protecting you!!

oh and if anyone dares try to wake you up? immediately snarls and growls. do not disturb!!!! this nest is for him and you only!!!

[slamminslamminmcgill]

I need to be high off my ass while deadpool fucks me. That’s it. that’s the post. Wade wilson the man that you are. Hurfgghdhhhh. yeah. weed makes me horny so definitely that…… Deadpool….. save me………….. headlock….. his arms…. ehhshhhshhhhh

deadpool headlock on drugs inspired by my last dick appointment coming right up!!

warning: intox (weed), choking, oral, daddy kink, humiliation, transphobic slurs

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy

suggested listening: Gorillaz - Superfast Jellyfish (trying something new w/ poolposting!! i love the deadpool soundtrack and the vibes the music creates for each scene so im trying to emulate that. also discovered recently that this is a perfect song to smoke and get your pussy ate to 😌)

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch that, sugarcunt. Speak up for me, will ya?”

“F-Feels so… feels so fucking gooooood…”

“Mm, but does it? If you’re still speaking in complete sentences, then my work’s not done. Go ahead and take another hit. Or two. Y’know what? Just finish the bowl. I’ll pack you another if you’re still too smart for my liking.”

Wade punctuated his order with a sharp smack to your cunt, sloppy with his spit and your need. His mask was pulled up just over his mouth so he could service you.

This motherfucker was trying to kill you. Or at the very least, give you some form of brain damage. Every consecutive orgasm reduced your cognitive functioning. To his credit, though, it sounded like a generous offer when he first proposed it.

“You need to relax, honey-boo. How’s about you smoke up while I go down, if you catch my drift?"

He was lying on his stomach, his chin resting in his hands, his legs in the air kicking back and forth, watching as you took rapid fire bong hits. You tried your best to burn through the bowl as quickly as you could, and you got about three solid clouds out before you started coughing. Hard.

“That’s it. You got it,” Wade cooed, stroking your inner thigh, “Just cough out all those neurons for me, good boy. Daddypool’s stupid little boy, I’m so proud of you!” He used your coughing fit as an opportunity to sneak two fingers inside you, and gawked at how you hard you clenched them. “Ooh, yeah, you got some good grip strength in you, cupcake. Squeezing those fingers like a hug from a church-going grandma. 'Am I gonna see you next week at the bake sale, honey?' Oh, yes, you will, Miss Nancy!"

What? What in the actual fuck is he yapping about? Was that supposed to be a joke? You had no mental bandwidth left to even speak, let alone dissect Wade's meandering, confusing, drawn-out metaphors for your pussy. "Wh… Wha-a-a?"

"Oh, that’s sounding much dumber, baby! Good boy!" He said cheerily, sliding his fingers out and wiping them on his suit. "Seems like you’re just about ready for Daddy."

--

"Oh my god, look at you! You look so cute pinned down like this! Aw, you can’t move, can you, dummy? Nowhere for you to go, huh? Except back onto Daddy’s cock where you belong."

Wade had you on your back, your ankles on his shoulders, his hands gripping your thighs as he pounded into you, over and over, deeper and deeper. So deep, in fact, it was as if he was shoving your womb up into your throat. Choking on that and a mouthful of drool, you cried out for him, pawing at his arms just to feel him close to you.

“Daddy—Da-! Daddy, Daddyyy-y-y~!”

Wade could see the desperation on your face, that yearning for closeness, and dangled it over your head. “Aw, poor baby, you need a hug? But you’re already hugging me so tight, with that—f-fucking wet honey-pot cunt you’ve got there—ah! Fuck! Ah… shit, I got’cha, come here.”

Wade withdrew his hips, leaving you gaping and empty without his cock stretching you out. He leaned down to wrap his arms tightly around you, though before you could hug him back, he flipped you onto your stomach. He pressed a firm hand onto your back to keep you lying prone on the mattress. With you trapped beneath him once again, he pushed back in.

“Ooooh, that’s it, babyboy, that’s the ticket.”

You sobbed into the pillows, keeping your sounds timid and muffled, and your dignity somewhat intact. But Wade wouldn’t let you off that easy. He hooked his arms around your neck and yanked you up into him. The pressure on your windpipe turned your moans into weak gasps and sputters. The lack of oxygen set your nerves alight, burning with hypersensitivity. And to make matters worse, he wouldn’t stop growling filth right into your ear.

“God, I can feel my balls smacking your tiny little tranny dick like this… Can feel you twitching… So fuck—so fucking wet… Mmmm, I’m gonna shoot the biggest fuckin’ load into you... Not… not yet though… No, I’m not done with you, yet, slutter-butter. I can just… mmm, edge myself inside you… keep you nice and full… All. Fucking. Night.”

[seattlesellie]

ellie x plushies obsessed reader hq’s

or

ellie beefing with plushies for 40 minutes straight

or

ellie fucks u with a plushie <3

♡ first of all, dont get it wrong. ellie buys you the actual plushies she has this ongoing beef with. she straight up walks around town, probably dealing or some shit, and then she just sees a plushie that is so you from the window of a kids store, and she staright up runs to get it. jesses all like “where the f-….” and one second later, he sees her standing in line, holding a pink squishmallow ready to pull out her credit card. “sorry” she mouthes to him. “for my girl”

♡ as much as ellie loves to see your face light up when she comes home with a limited edition sanrio plushie, she loves trolling you even more. shed literally see a demonic looking plushie and get it for you, only to see how upset you get over it. shit makes her laugh so hard. shes all giggling like “wh- babe its pretty!! look at its eyes its like he sees through you- s’romantic actually”, she speaks, trying to hold her laughter. youre standing there, simply baffled, just staring at her. “ellie. that is a spongebob plushie and it looks deranged- and why is he missing a shoe?!” you question. she just huffs and says “i dont know” with a guilty look on her face. when you deadpan her she just says “i wanted to see what its feet look like” ¿¿¿ you shove her and she gets all offended and says “pfft… you dont get it” you tell her that monstrosity is not welcomed in your home and she ends up. sleeping with it. every night. ellie sleeps with a spongebob plushie (i hc ellie as being a spongebob lover btw i know shed be quoting him like hes kafka)

♡ one night, you walk to your room, the door is like half closed and you just keep hearing sounds of huffing and muffled breaths. you take a peak, and you literally see ellie flipping off and mouthing “fuck you” to all of your little plushies. youre standing there with this shocked expression, baffled to see your girlfriend pretending to punch the plushies and whispering at them to fuck off. you walk in, and ellie turns to look at you and she looks so guilty, like joel just caught her eating cookies at 3am. “ellie. what are you doing?” you question. she huffs, rolls her her eyes, “they were looking at me weird”

♡ youre naked together, cuddled up after getting your pussy destroyed, and ellie takes out two plushies from behind her. “this is you” she points at the pink ribboned plushie, “and this is me” she points at the black squishmallow. she takes both of them in her hands, bumps them together, and begins demonstrating her wonderful show. the black squishmallow is humping the pink one from the back. ellie pants heavily. “els.” you say, warning her. she gives you a sly look. “mmmhm ellie” she moans. “fuckkk ellie- so so good” youre so shocked, you cover your eyes under the blanket before you even think to grab them off her hands. “taking it so good” she says with a darth-vader like voice. “fuck me harder please” she mocks in a high pitched voice and starts moaning like a porn star. your cheeks are so hot you cant even move. “gonna cum- ellie lemme cum” shes screaming now, youre pretty sure your neighbors can hear. you start kicking her beneath the blanket, and that only makes it worse “ellieeeeee get me pregnant” she yells and moans louder and louder. youre basically assaulting her legs now, pushing her away, which leads her to finish her wonderful spectacle with a “best ive ever had ellie. best ive ever had” youre screaming and yelling at her for sexually harassing your dolls and shes laughing like a maniac, literal tears fall from her eyes. “ooooh-“ she wipes a tear. “that was so fucking funny” she speaks, holding her stomach wheezing. “not funny” you deadpan. “too funny. ahh- shouldve been a comedian” she says. she shouldnt.

♡ shes buried deep inside, your leg resting on her shoulder, tears falling from your eyes from how good, how intensely shes fucking you. a white creamy circle starts forming on her strap. “you crying?” she teases, squeezing your cheeks together forcefully. “mhm-mhm ellie” you whine, cunt flooded with pleasure, and pain, because its so big, and shes so fast. “cry some more” she commands, panting over you. “taking me so so good… my good girl” she coos, lost in the feeling of the harness bumping her clit, and her girl coming undone beneath her. “cant take it… too much!” you plead. shes circling your clit, so slow, just to torture you some more. her hand stops squeezing your tit, and theres a little surprise shes holding on to. “take it” she commands, and places the plushie on your chest, staring directly into your eyes. “hug it for me. gonna make it easier, fuck” she rambles, feeling her own orgasm coming closer and closer. “el- so- so” you cry out, mumbling incoherently and squeezing the doll so tight its eyes almost pop. “jesus christ- cute, so fucking- cute” she pants. her breathing gets heavier and heavier and shes pushing the strap inside even deeper, squeezing out your arousal. “god damn” she growls.

[jesuistrestriste]

im convinced that art donaldson loves thighfucking— any type of non penetrative sex, really. i think that man would be eager and willing to fuck your thighs, feet, tits, hell even your underarm. its a different type of vulnerability and intimacy…. i hc he picked up the fetish when he started watching porn, figuring it wouldnt be as wrong bc it’s not “real” sex…..

ooooh my god. yes. he does.

when you’re too tired to let him stick it in properly, he’ll ask if he can slip it between your legs or your breasts or against your tummy. all he needs is some skin-on-skin contact and he’s set; plus if he doesn’t come inside you, you two don’t have to worry about birth control. and that’s a win-win, is it not?

art moans into your neck, thrusting himself shallowly between your thighs as you squeeze them together, and his tip strokes your clit every now and then. his strong hand grips your hips and he mewls as he feels himself dribble pre down the inside of your pretty limbs. he fucks himself with your thighs, and lets you do whatever you want.

but—sometimes you’ll lazily scroll on your phone while his hips jolt and his cock kicks against your warm flesh, and it only makes him more hot. more eager.

he wants you to pay attention to him!

just because he’s not actually having sex with you doesn’t mean that he wants you to disengage.

so he’ll fuck your thighs until his balls are slapping your skin and your frame is being shaken up by the force of his movements. he’ll whimper and groan, fingers digging into the softness of your body, while he tries to warn you about the mess he’s gonna make.

as he cries out, his load will squelch and mush stickily between your legs, but he’ll keep himself buried there until he’s too overstimulated to keep his pelvis rocking.

such a little freak.

[astraysimp]

Future Producer

Future Producer

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ Hello, hello ,hello, my lovelies! I am back with the last edition of my personal dad!skz series, finishing off with a Bahng! ( I DO have another series planned) 

ੈ♡˳Summary: Chan, ever the hardworking man he is, takes baby Bahng to the studio( or his in house studio).....um I think that’s it

ੈ♡˳Warnings: Dad! Cha, fem!reader, fluff fluff FLUFF, tiny baby and appa chan (he is no longer foive),pet names, playful teasing Chan about losing his hair , idk what else ੈ♡˳

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You and Chan were adjusting to parenthood well. You loved it, and he did too. A baby Bahng– Haneul Rei Bahng– Chan’s proudest accomplishment. But, he missed the studio, which was why he had a studio built into your shared house.

That’s exactly where he was right now, with a tiny Haneul on his chest. At only 1 month old, she was already in the studio, though she just wanted to be with her appa. It was midafternoon, and you had woken up from a nap. Usually, you were met with Chan singing to Haneul or her crying……but, the house was quiet. Too quiet. Sitting up on your bed, you stretched and kicked your legs over the side of the bed, Chan and Haneul nowhere in sight. “Hm? Where are they?” You asked yourself, throwing one of Chan’s hoodies and slippers into a pair of slippers. You checked her nursery, no one was there. The master bathroom? Think again. So, you  wandered downstairs, singing to yourself. “ Where is my Channieeeeee? And my princesssss?” You hummed.

The kitchen. Empty. The living room? Nope. The laundry room? Still, no luck.

So, you wandered to the basement. Where the main gathering area– for game nights and movie nights to be held with his bandmates– was empty. As was the basement bedroom and half bathroom. Smiling to yourself, you saw the door to his studio closed. Softly knocking, you peeked your head in– wanting to respect his space because his studio was his safe place(other than with you). “Channie? Bubs, you in here?” You asked, as you gently pushed the door open.  He was,but he couldn’t hear you, and he was focused. Fingers clicking away on his soundboard, adjusting, rearranging and editing different sound clips. “Does that sound okay, Haneul?” You heard him whisper. She just gazed up at him, her cheek against his chest with a pacifier in her mouth. He chuckled, “Then again….you don’t know what these sounds are.” He giggled, kissing her forehead, before he adjusted her on his chest. Humming to himself, he went back to his work, writing down notes in the notebook on his desk. “Frick…..that doesn’t sound right,” he mumbled. “What if I……put it…….here.” He tapped his chin, eyes scanning over the screen, as he moved the clip to another spot and listened to the playback. “Aaaaah, yeah. Better better. Okay.” Haneul was growing sleepy, her afternoon nap time approaching. “Ooooh, is Princess Haneul tired,hhm?” He cooed, soothingly patting her back, humming a lullaby at her. “Somewhere over the rainbow.Way up high.There's a land that I heard of.Once in a lullaby,Somewhere over the rainbow.Skies are blue,” Chan sang, running a gentle finger over her cheek, as her eyes fluttered shut.

Deciding to step in, you smiled, walking over and kissing his cheek. “Hi, my love.” You whispered, sitting in your designated chair. Yes, you had a chair because you also spent a lot  of time in the studio with Chan. Slightly jumping, he smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Geez scared me, baby. Didn’t see you come in,” He giggled, eyes crinkling up. “Mhm, woke up from a nap to be met with an empty house,” You pouted , leaning your chin on his shoulder. “Sorry, darling. Had a song idea, and needed to get in here.” He chuckled, still patting Haneul’s back. Smiling you nodded, nuzzling into him. “Speaking of naps, is our  baby girl asleep?” You asked, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of her head. Looking down to where she lay on his chest, Chan nodded. “Think so, oh she’s so cute.” He cooed, seeing his baby asleep on his chest. 

You, too, have fallen asleep in the studio . Whether it was on his lap, on the small couch or in your chair. You looked at Haneul and smiled. “She reminds me of when you fall asleep in here,” he chuckled. “Your lips all pouty and your cheek squished against the couch or chair or my chest,” he cooed at you, pinching your cheek. “Yah, don’t blame me.It’s so cozy in here, smells like you and is so warm, plus you take so long.” You giggled, sticking your tongue out at him. Shaking his head, he booped your nose. “That’s how I feel about being in your arms, so warm and cozy and you smell so good, darling.” He smiled, pecking your lips before adjusting a now sleeping Haneul. “She’s so precious. Aw, look at her little cheeks,” you cooed, finger softly running over her cheek, her hand gripping Chan’s shirt. “She is, just like her mummy.” Cha smiled at you, saving the file to his computer , and turning to you.

“Do you think she’ll be a producer in the future, darling?”

 Playfully, flicking his forehead you sighed. “No, I will not have my baby doll losing hair at the age of 25,” You pressed him. Pouting, he cuddled Haneul closer to him,”mummy is so mean, mentioning my hair, doll.” He whined, cuddling her to his chest. Giggling, you pinched his cheek. “I still love you, though, even if you are losing hair, Channie.”

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[birthing1020]

🤰2️⃣🩺ℹ️💦 I'd like the birthing center to advertise how they have a new "all natural, drug free pain relief" option. When the first time mom arrives it turns out that the pain relief is actually edging her and keeping her distracted with how desperate she is until she orgasms the babies out.

Being a first time mother, you wanted to do everything right. No drugs, you wanted to be fully there and in the moment. You don’t know if this was a pride thing or the fact you didn’t want to be strung up on drugs that alleviated pain — but you had twins and were due soon. You saw that they had all natural pain relief and you were already invested.

A week after your due date, your twins still weren’t here. Your belly now hanging low and tight as you made your way into the birthing center, of course they had special suites for this specific option. You were about to have a quite interesting birth.

You waddled your way into the more than luxurious suite, the door closed behind you as you set your necessities on the floor. You took your shirt off and rubbed your overdue belly that held your twins, you slid your pants off and laid on the hospital bed that was provided to you. You sighed in content, thinking you could definitely get pregnant again if you had a room like this.

You gasped and groaned, the babies felt like they were playing soccer in your huge belly. You could feel them move and you wanted nothing more than to push them out. All of a sudden a man comes into the room and shuts the door behind him. You would have screamed, but his uniform stated he worked for the birthing center.

“You’re here for the natural birthing pain relief?” You nod and look the man up and down, he was quite attractive and you could look at that all day — strong jawline, dark hair and blue eyes. “Y-yes — oooooh!” You wince and put your hand on your belly, trying to rub the pain away of a few kicks.

He comes to your aid and lays you down so you’re flat on your back. “May i?” He grabs the hem of your panties and yanks them down, he wanted to start as soon as he could before the labor started. Being a week overdue, it wouldn’t take as long to slide these baby out of your birthing hole.

You gasp at how easy it was for him to just yank something private off your body, you laid back and spread your legs as the stimulation and birth was about to begin.

~~~~~~~~~

The man grabbed some lotion and rubbed his hands in it, they were smooth as he rubbed your hanging belly. You closed your eyes and sighed with content, breathing deeply through your nose. He went over each stretch mark these babies have caused you and slowly started to move higher, your big and perky tits just begging to be touched. His hands were big — but, your tits still spilled out of his fingers, milk was leaking from the stimulation as he squeezed a little harder and your breathing picked up.

You shifted in the bed, feeling a tight sensation in your belly. “Ooooh!” You moaned out and gripped the arm rest of the hospital bed. “Just breathe ~ deep breaths for me.” He began breathing in deeply for you to copy, obviously your body was already responding well to this, it was slowly but surely starting your labor.

He moved down to between your legs, you knew what was going to happen next and the anticipation left you wanting a little more. He took his fingers and guided them to your drenched clit. “There we go; all soaked and ready, give into the pleasure.” His tone low and you arch your back, obliging. Feeling two fingers rhythmically fingering your soon-to-be laboring cunt while the third finger toyed at your clit.

You moaned loudly, falling into the pure bliss of this strange man fingering you while you went into labor. You thrust your hips forward, trying to fuck his fingers. This just felt too good. “You’re so eager - does this feel good?” His fingers moved faster like magic, you groan out concentrating at the task at hand as you quickly nod.

He pulls his fingers out quickly and you whimper, all this pleasure and for what?! This seemed more like torture! He stands you up, slowly and steadily bringing you to your feet. His runs a finger up your leg and back inside you, toying at your clit before pulling out again. The quickness of it all almost bringing you to your knees.

“You should be ready soon, let’s get you into the pool. It’ll be easier on you.” Conveniently in the corner, there was little pool set up. You waddled your way over there and as you’re about to climb into it, your water breaks! You groan and hunch over, liquid spilling out of your drenched cunt. He helps you into the pool and the pressure is released from your back. “H-holy shit! My water broke!”

Before you’re able to realize that’s going on, you’re met with his hand again, toying at some of the most sensitive parts of your pussy. You throw your back and moan, spreading your legs wider for more access. “Keep focusing on my fingers….You’re doing such a good job, these babies will be out soon.” You feel the babies shifting and getting into place as pressure starts to fixate on your back again, you pant from the tightness of your overdue bump.

All of a sudden the man pulls his hand away and undresses, leaving his boxers on. You whimper and watch on as he gets into the pool with you. “Better access….now.” He pulls you on to his lap and keeps your legs pinned open, his hand is met on your aching clit again. You grunt and throw your head into his shoulder, pressure building back up. “I-I think I need to push.” You pant out and buck your hips to meet his fingers. “You’re so eager to take my fingers, your birthing cunt is so drenched for me.” He whispers into your ear and the intensity makes you shake. “You keep those babies in for as long as you can. It’ll make this more enjoyable.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

An hour goes by and you’re teased to the max, continuous clit meets finger stimulation. You’re sitting on a hard cock you would prefer to be riding right now, but instead you’re about to birth your twins.

“I can’t hold it anymore!” You whimper and scream out, obviously frustrated. The man sets you down as he cups your overly sensitive pussy. “C’mon honey, give me a big push.” You plant your feet down in the pool and give a big push, you grunt and scream, your parts are still sensitive from all the stimulation. You stop and pant, trying to concentrate at the task at hand.

You grip your legs and keep them pried open, rocking back and forth. You pant and push again, harder this time as his fingers play with your cunt. You scream out as the first head begins to crown, slowly expanding your sensitive pussy. You bear down harder and scream as the baby slowly slides out of your dripping hole.

The man grabs the first baby and lyes her down in the bassinet the center has set up. You stand up and groan, the contractions picking back up. You grip the side of the pool and squat down. “F-fuck!” You hiss you and bend your knees, the man begins toying at your clit again before you throw your head back and moan, cumming around his fingers. You pant and begin pushing, the head already crowning. “That’s a good girl - c’mon, push this next baby out for me. Push around my fingers.” He cooed and rubbed your thigh with encouraging words, you grunt and scream, the baby suddenly plopping out into his arms as he pulls the body out of you.

You hunch over and pant, trying to catch your breath. You moan out, your cunt and clit twitching from all the stimulation you endured.

[firewasabeast]

ooooh. A prompt. Maybe Tommy could use some TLC. Some hurt/comfort?

tags: mentions of past physical and verbal abuse, also first I love you's

Just take those old records off the shelf, I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself

It was a little bit jarring when he first heard it. He'd been coming to this bar for years now and this song had never played before.

Today's music ain't got the same soul, I like that old time rock 'n' roll

He could already feel a thin layer of sweat above his lip. His hands were clammy almost instantly. His heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest.

And he was stuck in the booth, wedged between Buck and Chimney. Everyone was there. Hen, Karen, Bobby, Athena, Maddie, Eddie, Ravi. They were all celebrating Bobby getting reinstated as captain of the 118.

Don't try to take me to a disco, you'll never even get me out on the floor

He needed to get up. It was too hot. Buck was right up against his side, hand on his thigh, and if he moved closer to Chimney they'd practically hit second base.

In ten minutes I'll be late for the door, I like that old time rock 'n' roll

“Need'a gotothe bathroom,” Tommy mumbled out in whisper to Buck. He wasn't drunk. They'd only been there half an hour and he had just finished his first beer. But the song was completely throwing him off.

Still like that old time rock 'n' roll, that kind of music just soothes the soul

Buck looked at him, confused, squeezed his thigh in a way that would usually be sweet but right now felt like too much. “What?” he asked, leaning in closer.

“Bathroom,” he repeated, clearer this time.

I reminisce about the days of old, with that old time rock 'n' roll

“Oh, okay.” Buck scooted out of the booth and Tommy managed to get out without banging his knees on the table. “You okay?” Buck asked, reaching down for his hand and giving it a squeeze. “You're pale.”

He felt like throwing up. Tommy unwrapped his hand from Buck far too quickly for him to not suspect anything, he knew that, but he couldn't help it right now. “Fine,” he managed with a forced smile.

Won't go to hear 'em play a tango, I'd rather hear some blues or funky old soul

He headed for the bathroom, but took a left instead of a right, opting to head outside instead.

Buck glanced back at everyone at the table, who all looked confused. Tommy's abrupt shift in mood was impossible not to notice.

“I'm guessing he knows he didn't just go to the bathroom?” Eddie questioned.

Buck sighed, tossed a few dollars on the table. “I'm gonna go check on him.”

When Buck got outside it took him a minute to spot Tommy. He was a few feet away from the door, swaying slightly from side to side with his hands in his pockets, staring out into the parking lot.

Buck walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, retracting it quickly when Tommy jumped at the touch.

“Sorry,” Buck said, startled.

Tommy closed his eyes once he saw it was Buck, letting out a deep breath. “No, Evan, I... Sorry, I was in my own world.”

“S'okay. Are you okay?”

Tommy let out a humorless laugh, his gaze falling down to his feet as he kicked at some rocks with his shoe. “Um, I'm a little embarrassed, actually,” he admitted.

“What for?”

“The song playing in there,” he said, turning back toward the bar, “it reminded me of a... a not so great memory.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

His eyes met Evan's and all he could see was concern. Tommy knew he wasn't asking because he felt like he had to, or because he thought it was what Tommy expected of him. He was asking because he was genuinely worried, and wanted to be there for him.

“You wanna go sit in the back of my truck?” Tommy asked. He could still hear a slight beat from music inside the bar and, while he was sure they weren't still playing that same song, it's the only thing he could think about when he heard any music at all.

Buck nodded. “Yeah, let's go.”

When they got to the truck, Tommy lowered the tailgate and they both hopped up, their legs dangling over the edge.

Buck stared up at the sky, stars a little more visible in their location than anywhere else in Los Angeles. He waited for Tommy to speak, not wanting to pressure him.

The feeling of Tommy's hand slipping into his brought his attention back to Tommy. Their fingers intertwined, but Buck didn't squeeze too hard. He didn't want to scare him again.

“I haven't really ever told you very much about my dad, have I?”

“Little pieces here and there,” Buck replied. “You said a few months back that he was a lot like Gerrard, and mentioned you haven't spoken to him in ten years.”

Tommy nodded. “Both things are true. He was... There was more to him than that though. He was not a good man, Evan. He'd go to church every time the doors were open, smile on his face, mom and me by his side. The perfect family. That's what everyone told us anyway.”

He scooted closer to Buck, placing their hands on his thigh. He took his free hand and rubbed it gently over Buck's knuckles, finding comfort in his boyfriend's touch. “Then we'd get home, and lunch or dinner wouldn't be ready on time, or the roast would be overcooked, or he saw me yawn during the service, or he thought mom smiled at the youth pastor for too long and-” Tommy's voice broke as he spoke. He cleared his throat, trying to keep it together.

All Buck wanted to do was wrap him up tight and make all his pain disappear.

“-and God, Evan, he'd get so angry. He'd get out his records and we knew, if he played one specific song, one of us was about to get it.”

It all clicked. “The song in the bar."

Tommy nodded. “The song in the bar.”

“Would he,” Buck paused, choosing his words carefully. “Did he hit you?”

“Not with his hands,” Tommy replied, “and never on the face. But he was a big believer in 'spare the rod, spoil the child'. He liked to use his belt.” He felt a phantom pain on his back, from lashes so painful he'd have to lean forward the whole time during the next church service. How it would hurt to sit down at school, often for days. How the belt would sometimes whack against his thigh and he'd have to wear pants for PE, even during the hottest months of the year, just so his shorts wouldn't ride up and someone see the marks. “It wasn't just physical stuff though,” Tommy added. “The things he'd say were worse, somehow. He'd call my mom every name in the book, shout slurs at me before I even thought I was gay. Tell us how worthless we were. Stuff like that. Then, by the next service, there were were, front and center. The perfect family.”

“Tommy, I- I don't even know what to say. I'm so sorry you went through that.”

“I'm okay,” he said, then huffed out a laugh, “except when I hear that song, apparently.”

“Triggers are funny like that, aren't they?”

“Yeah,” he rolled his eyes, “a real hoot.”

Buck let go of Tommy's hand just long enough to wrap his arms around him, letting Tommy rest his head on his shoulder. Buck pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Why don't we go to my place?” he suggested. “Put on a movie, eat a pint of ice cream.”

“We're supposed to be celebrating tonight, Evan.”

“We will be celebrating,” Buck assured him. “We'll be celebrating survival. Celebrating us. Celebrating, I don't know,” he laughed, “we'll think of something.”

Tommy raised his head just enough to look into Buck's eyes. “Love?”

Buck stared back, a smile growing on his face. “Love. Yeah, that, um, that sounds perfect.”

“Okay,” Tommy relented easily. He didn't feel like going back inside anyway. “You sure you don't wanna go back in? You can get a ride home with Eddie.”

“Tommy, I want to be with you. Everyone in there will understand. I'll send Eddie a text, tell him we're headed out. You pick the movie.”

They untangled themselves from each other so Buck could get his phone.

Tommy thought for a moment. “The Notebook, maybe? I feel like crying.”

He'd never been in a relationship before where he could admit something like that. Admit that sometimes he wanted to cry, needed to cry, and a movie could help him with that.

Evan was different though. Evan was safety. Evan was a person Tommy could talk to about anything, and never feel judgement.

“The Notebook is perfect. I'll order ice cream to be delivered while we're on the way.”

They got off the back of the truck and Tommy raised the tailgate. Before Buck could head for the passenger seat, Tommy placed a hand on his hip, spinning Buck back in his direction.

“I really do love you, Evan,” he said, his thumbs stroking at Buck's hipbone.

Buck reached up and rested his hands at the nape of Tommy's neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “I really do love you too, Tommy.”

As they got into the truck, Buck made a mental note to contact the bar tomorrow and ask them to change their playlist.

[servingrobin]

8 from the established relationship prompts?

~ @carrotafterdark

Ooooh girlie I started writing these for Sanji and could not stop. - separated into SFW and NSFW

✨requests open✨

- you play with his hair a lot to destress , twirling it around a finger, brushing through it with your hands. One day you see Sanji on the deck, reeling from your latest fight, hands pulling and tearing at the strands. “It feels nice when you do it and I couldn’t find you so wanted to try myself, but I can’t get the pressure right ma Cherie.” He’s troubled and you can’t help but hug him. Over the years he continues this, twirling and pulling on his own fringe the same way you would, it’s his go to whenever he’s extremely stressed and can’t get to you

- You’re midfight with some intruder punks on the deck of the sunny, throwing punches and slashes around you. One guy gets particularly close and without thinking you spin around on one leg and kick him square across the face, sending him flying. “Stealing my moves too now mon amour?” Sanji hollers from across the deck, chuffing in amusement.

- Luffy and Nami are up late one night, working through the wine in the pantry stock whilst the kitchen’s empty. They hear the telltale whistle of the kettle on the stove and Nami pokes her head out. She blinks in shock and scoots back round to Luffy, wide eyes perturbed. Luffy squints at her and edges around the pantry door himself, letting out a loud giggle at the sight before him. Sanji is making tea, looking mighty comfortable in his boxers and your own bright pink T-shirt, the colour extra garish against Sanji’s usual tailored wardrobe.

- You have a lighter on hand at all times over the years, ready to spark a light for Sanji whenever the need arises

- the first time you call Zoro moss head when he annoys you has Sanji swooning

- Sanji learns how to braid your hair into the intricate knots you like

- Sanji takes up your skincare routine, matching your detailed step by step until he’s glowing (though let’s be real this man already had a routine)

- Automatically picks up your favourite foods first when restocking, doesn’t even think about it until Franky points out he’d asked for cola and Sanji had bought your favourite fruit fizz instead

- Your pillows mysteriously migrate to Sanji’s room one by one, and while he says this is so you’ll spend more time in there, it’s mostly just because they are ridiculously comfortable

- You start wiping down kitchen surfaces without being asked, years of Sanji’s lectures on cleanliness entrenched in your brain. It becomes a habit you don’t even think about and starts to spread to other rooms too.

NSFW

- Sanji starts to bite his lip exactly the same way you do when your sucking his cock, eyebrows scrunching just like yours would when he has his tongue buried deep inside you

- You gain a weird enjoyment out of your earlobe being sucked - something that was previously unique to Sanji. It’s like your brain has connected how much Sanji loves it to pleasure and suddenly the sensation is much more intense.

- Years of being called a good girl embeds itself in your brain and one night “that’s it Sanji, my good boy.” Comes out without really thinking, his cock buried inside you as you rutted your hips down on him. Sanji let’s put a yelp at the name and cums almost instantly, turning bashful as soon as he can breathe again

- You were quite a sassy little thing and Sanji loved it, from the very beginning he was a bit of a beggar when it came to sex - “please let me see your glorious pussy my love……oh good girl sit on my cock just like that….please mom amour move for me…. Let me hear how good I make you feel my darling” - while you were a less verbal lover. So imagine his surprise when the filthiest things started coming out your mouth, praise and begging and compliments of the dirtiest variety. It is by far the favourite thing you’ve picked up from him

[kamotecue]

Can you do Alessia Russo x WNBA reader (R is famous, like Steph Curry level) I know Alessia is tall but R easily towered over her. Alessia introduces R to her International teammates after R attended one of their match. Lionesses being fan girls, just fluff.

and i thought i was the fan ꕥ a. russo

pairing: alessia russo x reader

summary: the lionesses have only heard of you through ella and of course, your stargirl. other than that, they’ve watched the news—word has it you’re one of the best players in the WBNA despite your young age.

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you hummed as you took your seat at the family and friends section, it was the semi-final match between australia and england.

you were wearing one of alessia’s match worn jerseys, at the same time, you had the colors of the matildas face painted on your face. how could you not support your home country, after all?

you sat by alessia’s mother, carol who pulled you into a tight hug. when she first learned that alessia was dating someone, she was eager to meet the one who stole her daughter’s heart.

“just in time, dear.” the kick off was about to start, you were in line getting a snack, as well as a small glass of beer.

“is less part of the starting line up?” your voice was soft, as you had taken your seat.

“yup, she’s up front.” carol said, she was proud of her daughter and the achievements she made. you looked up front to see alessia, a soft smile made it’s way to your face. she had her game face on, as you chuckled at how cute she looked.

when the kick-off began, you were sitting in your seat analyzing the plays. despite not knowing much about football, you understood the gist of it. the information that alessia would tell you, the offside rule, the var rule and etc.

throughout the whole match, your leg was crossed and you were literally at the edge of your seat, trying not to fall off.

in the first half, ella toone was the first one to make a goal as it was fired across the goal and into the top right corner, making it 0-1. you watched as the fans cheered.

during the half time, you had met fans that supported you through your career. you played fantastically at uconn, also at seattle storm. however, you did get looks from a few football fans, wondering who you were.

not all watched the wnba, but the ones who did knew you were slaying.

“ooooh, kerr with the equalizer.” you said, covering your eyes with your hands but slightly peeking through it.

well done, you hummed. it was a brilliant solo effort, as she ignored fowler who was on the left. the goal was about 25 yards out, if you weren’t mistaken yet it went into the top-left corner.

however, the game quickly game to an end. lauren hemp had scored a goal in the 71st minute, ending the equalizer between the two teams.

you had jumped in joy, when you saw alessia score the winner of the match. just a few minutes before the game had ended, she scored the third point as she fired an angled finish across goal and into the bottom-left corner.

the british fans had cheered, as the australian fans looked devestated. you included, despite wearing an england shirt—you knew how much it meant for the matildas to perhaps win the match.

but there was also expectations, the pressure was too high. you knew as an athlete, you didn’t want to fail.

“go on, then.” carol chuckled, as you looked a bit eager to meet alessia on the sideline. you rushed to the barrier where alessia had pulled you into a hug.

the star striker was quite tall, however you easily towered over her, being 6’2. she wrapped her arms around your waist, as she buried her head in your chest. the black button up coat had covered her face, as you hummed.

she felt your chest vibrate as she pulled away only to give you a toothy grin.

“less, i believe it’s time for you to introduce us.” lotte teased the striker as she flushed a bit red, you chuckled at her reaction before pulling away from her.

“i’m y/n l/n, alessia’s girlfriend.” you introduced, giving her your hand for her to shake, to which she did with a soft smile.

“y/n l/n? as in the australian basketball star?” lucy asked, as you gave her a small nod.

“less!—do you know who you’re dating? she’s considered basketball royalty.” bronze exclaimed as you snickered at her reaction.

“some people say that she’s the best player.” ella teased, as alessia playfully glared at her bestfriend.

“not the best, perhaps one of the best. but it’s always the hard work i put into training.” you commented.

you spent a few minutes literally chatting with the lionesses, the fans were filming the interaction between stars and a (basketball) star. it was a scene, as a few of them had watched your games.

mainly lotte as she would watch your college games, with a few of her friends.

[trulyumai]

Fall Baking

pairing: eddie munson / gf! reader

synopsis: it was finally fall. more rain, more sweaters. this also meant the return of the infamous, ‘Hawkins Fair.’ eddie could care less about it really, but you were ecstatic.

warnings: none, fluff only!

A/N: im baking like crazy right now so this automatically came to my head. I’m ready to drown in pumpkin bread and warm coffee.

Eddie knew you loved the fall.

When the leafs started to turn, the weather getting colder and sbittier than normal, yeah, that was when that thing happened to your eyes.

They’d get all shiny and well, cute.

He was the opposite. He could do without the hindrance of rain bearing against him anytime he wanted to take out the trash or walk to the corner store.

But seeing you so happy about little sprinkles of condensation made the man weak.

So he detested the cold weather a little less for you.

And you know what the cold weather brought?

Fall excursions.

Aka: The Fair.

“Guys, you’re not gonna believe this!” Slamming your lunch down on the table, your body molded against his in one solid motion.

Eddie grunted out in surprise, but it didn’t stop you from talking about the surprise you had in store.

“The fair is coming back!”

Only stares were given, Gaven looked over at Jeff who was returning the same empty, confused look.

Eddie jumped in with a clearing of his throat, being the best boyfriend ever he had to save the day, right?

“No way, baby!”

“Way!” You giggled, relaxing into Eddies hold as you dug out the celery sticks in your little box.

“And, the school is accepting student stalls, that’s gonna be so much fun!”

“Why is that fun— ow!” With a harsh kick to Gavin’s knee, Eddie changed the subject.

“That’s cool babe, you could do a baking themed one. Your treats are to dieeeee for.”

“Oh yeah! Been a while since I got the iconic Mrs. Munson brownies,” Gavin sighed out. Already imagining the pillowy, chocolaty goodness that was always oozing with warmth.

“That’s not what I named them.” You laughed, “Buuuut if you boys help me out with the stall I promise to bake one thing if your choosing!”

This garnered the attention of the hellfire club fast. Eddie was almost jealous at how entranced you got everyone.

“Anything?”

“Can you do cakes?”

“Ooooh the brownieees!” Almost everyone talked over one another, already fantasizing about the treats they’ll ask for.

“Uhhhh babe?” Eddies rings were cold against your thighs, your dark green skirt rid up against the tops of his legs, showcasing your pretty and soft skin.

“Mhm?” You replied, already turning towards your wild haired boyfriend.

“And what do I get? I mean I love your baking, obviously! but I can get that anytime.”

That was… true.

Damn it you thought you had everyone sinched into the plan. But of course Eddie would try to sneak something else into play.

“Well ummm,” he stumped you this time.

Furrowinf yoyr brows you bit lightly on the inside of your cheek, racking your brain for anything Eddie might approve of.

Clothes? No, Eddie only wore his favorite staples anyway. Maybe you could offer to clean his room? No, you just did that last weekend when he was snoring on the couch.

Think, think!—

“I know what I want.”

You knew that tone. That deep drawl that makes his voice come out in a low, teasing hush.

Eddie indicated you closer with just a wag of his index finger.

You felt the weight of his breath hit the side of your face, warm and light.

“I want,” he breathed in this time, dragging his lips closer and closer until they brushed against the side of your jaw.

“You, to spend the night, every nite this week.”

“Eddie!” Rolling your orbs you pushed his face away. “That’s kinda impossible. You know how my parents are—“

“Pretty please, sweetheart? It’s been forever!”

“I just spent the night on saturday!”

“That was literally forever ago.”

“Eddie.” Your fingers brushed with his temple, lightly pushing against them.

“That was two days ago.”

He only shook his head in rebuttal, moving his legs until your frame was once again close to his.

“My point still stands. Forever ago! And you need my help, who will keep these idiots in check?”

“Hey!” A few club mates responded back, but quickly went into their own baking conversations.

“Not all week. Two days,”

“Three!” Eddie challenged. With a mocking squint to your eyes you huffed out a breath.

“Fine! You win. Three days.”

“Yes!” Eddie cheered, smothering a sloppy kiss on your cheek and raised a hand to high five Gavin.

What a dork.

“You won’t regret this baby. I just got new snacks, cleaned my room—“

“You cleaned your room?”

Eddie cleared his throat and his long fingers came up to play with the loose hair around your neck.

“Well.. no, but it’s still clean from when you did it— ouch!”

Grabbing the man’s soft cheek, you began to pull.

“Hey hey, easy easy, I was just joking!—“

“You’re such a dork, Eddie.” Laughing, you watched as his fingers came up to the pinched spot, rubbing it with a soft tenderness like you had plucked the skin right off his face.

Grabbing at your celery you joined into the groups conversation. Trying to remember each and every goodie the gang wanted you to bake.

This is gonna be a long week.

But at least it’s fall, right?

….

Right..?

[elasticbeach]

Please may we have a part 2 for breaking up with Shanks but realizing you still have feelings for him?

Part 2/ Breaking up with Shanks but realizing you still have feelings for him

Okay I’m really sorry this took so long. But I hope you guys like it!

Warnings: Sad emotions I guess(?), childbirth

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Your leg kept bouncing up and down in a nervous manner, you were sat in the doctors office. `Soo…you`re now in your third semester. To me everything looks just fine, have something been bothering you?`. You looked at the woman, then shook your head. She smiled at you apologetically, because she knew, everyone knew. You were alone, no man at your side. Everyone kept giving you these looks, these pity full looks, there was this rumor that your man left to sea anf left you alone. The worst part of it all was that he didn’t leave you. You left him. “Thanks doctor.” You smile at the middle aged woman and stand up. “Take care” she smiles and you walk out of the hospital, you’re not headed home yet. It doesn’t even feel like home, so you take a seat on the beach. Your back hurting from the baby growing inside you. The baby is strong and healthy just like their father. You sigh and close your eyes. You miss him so much.

“Y/n!” You turn your head an annoyed sigh escaping you. “What?!” You shout from your lounger, you just layed down to tan a bit but your big baby of a boyfriend didn’t seem to be able to survive a second without you. “Where are my favourite pants?!” His scream seems panicked. You sigh again and stand up, with an annoyed expression you walk towards your shared cabin. “Can’t imagine how he would survive without you” jokes Yasopp and you smile a bit. You arrive at your shared cabin. Shanks is rampaging trough his closet in the search of his favourite pants you know he is about to visit whitebeard, you never stood on deck of the moby dick but the giant of a man still scared you. “They are hanging on deck! I washed them yesterday for you!” You cross your arms looking at your boyfriend. “Ooooh!” He gives you a sheepish smile. “Sorry love! Can’t imagine what I would do without you!” He presses a kiss to your temple and rushes to deck. You sigh and start organising his clothes again.

You open your eyes again when you feel the baby kick, you loved coming to the beach to think about your good times with Shanks. You still don’t understand yourself, what has gotten into you. How could you break his heart and your own so easily. Of course Shanks was a lot of trouble and of course dating him was tiring, but if you couldn’t handle such things, were you really to love such a free soul? You sigh again and stand up. Your swollen feet carry you to your ‘home’. Arriving home you take a seat on the sofa, you body hurts, being pregnant really is exhausting you. Another sigh escaped you, a habit you developed over the months of pregnancy.

You’re exhausted.

“Push! Push!” Screams your midwife. “AUGH!!” You scream and push. Another scream escapes you and another. You cannot think of anything but your desire for Shanks. For him to hold your hand and be here for the birth of his child. Another scream. Minutes feel like hours your body aches from pain, it hurts. Feels like every bone in your body is breaking over and over again. “AHH!” You scream again. The minutes pass and the pain finally stills, you hear your baby scream. “Congratulations! It’s a girl!” Says your midwife and puts your red baby on your chest. She’s still all dirty and covered in something and she screams with her eyes closed, but you can’t help but smile as you hold her. Your little bundle of joy, your little daughter. She has this bright red hair, just like her father. You smile and sob.

You’re happy.

“Come on say it! Say ‘ma-ma’ “ you look down at your little daughter. She’s laying on your lap while you play with her and want her to say mama. She’s four months old and just can’t stop blabbering, she truly is like her father. So active and eager to explore. You smile at her again. Her red hair is down in two cute piggy tails while she wears a pink onesie. She truly is the spitting image of her father only her eyes are yours. You pick her up. “Time to sleep don’t ya think?” You smile at your daughter again and carry her to her little bed. You woo her into slumber and walk away from her room, shutting the door silently. You sit in the kitchen, rethinking your life choices as per usual. You cannot stop thinking about Shanks and how he missed so much of his daughters life already and you know if you call him he won’t forgive you but you should let him know of his child. The debate inside of you going back and forth. You just can’t call him. You stand up and walk into your daughters room, you lay down in her bed and press her small body against yours as you silently cry.

You’re conflicted.

“Mama!” Your little girl finally says it aside from her blubber. You smile everytime she says it. “What is it my sunshine?” You ask as you dry your hands from doing the dishes. You come to sit on the sofa she’s laying on. She laughs and reaches for you with her little hands, desiring to be picked up and you oblige. You hold her in your arms. “You missed your mommy?” You ask in a teasing voice. “Mama!” She says again and you can’t help but smile. You put your babygirl back down and walk back into the kitchen. You do the dishes and glance at the transporter snail seated on the windowsill, you can call him. “Just promise me. You will call me if anything that brings you in danger happens. Please promise me.” You promised him, but the promise didn’t include telling him about a pregnancy right? You sigh, guilt plaguing your sould. You hate yourself for what you are doing for not giving your baby a father and complete family and for not telling him. He deserves to know, you repeat that to yourself day to day and still you cannot gather the courage to call him. To tell him.

You’re afraid.

It’s night. You cannot sleep, your now 5 month old daughter is deep asleep in her bed. You sit in the kitchen and stare at the letter you received. You cannot believe the sender. You’re scared to open. It’s from Benn. You cannot gather the courage to open the letter. Does he know of the baby? Did something happen? Are they coming for you? Is he just checking up on you? After one final sigh you take a deep breath and open the letter. It’s short. Relief washes over you as you recognise Benns handwriting, so it’s not from Shanks.

Dear Y/n,

I’m not good with formalities so I won’t ask how you’re doing. Not after what you did. I write this letter to let you know that Shanks is devastated. He drinks like never before, he’s truly a mess without you. We don’t know what to do to bring back our captain. The one who enjoyed life at sea. The one who wanted to explore the world and the one that loved you. He loved and still loves you, so I write this letter with one request. Call him. Bring us back the captain that we miss.

A shakky breath escapes you. He doesn’t hate you? You read over the letter a few more times. You start crying. You’re a mess, guilt eats you from the inside and so you collect yourself and go over to the kitchen. You take the transporter snail with you to the sofa. After a few minutes of hesitation you call. You don’t know what you will say. If you will tell him everything or not. You just want to give Benn what he asked. The seconds pass and you’re scared of him picking up. You wanna stop and just break off the call when suddenly you hear him picking up. Silence. Neither of you speaks, but you gather the courage. “Shanks?” You say in a shakky voice. “Yes? Y/n? Are you in danger?” Your heart fills with so much emotion when you hear his voice, tears escape your eyes. “No no, I’m fine.” You say in your shakky voice. “Are you crying?” He asks, he sounds tired. You can’t forgive yourself, you have to be honest with him. “Yes” “Why? What’s the matter?” You take a few deep breaths. “Uhm..how have you been doing?” You decide to ask him that, you truly want to know. “Well..I could lie and say I’m fine but I’m not. I miss you” silence again. You hear him shuffle and then you hear him purring liquid. “Please don’t drink” you say “Why not?” He asks as a dry chuckle escapes him. “Not like you really care..” he mutters and more tears escape you. “That’s not true” you say and hear him chuckle again. “Why did you leave me then ?” You knew you hurt him. Badly. You should have never left. “Shanks. I’m not calling to ask for forgiveness and for you to take me back. I think we both suffered from my dumb decision. I-“ he cuts you off. “Both? How did you suffer? Did you have fun alone? Met someone cute? Be honest are you calling out of pity?” You sigh. “Shanks, stop drinking please.” “Why? Not like you care.” You cry more at his words. You hurt him, so he tries to hurt you. “Shanks this is serious” you say still in a shakky voice. “Tell me then” he says and you take a few deep breaths. You stabilise your breathing. “Please don’t hate me.” You plead and he only hums. “You’re a father” Complete silence until his glass breaks you flinch from the sound. “Are you alright?” You ask Shanks. He doesn’t answer, you only hear him calling for Benn, then he hangs up. You’re in shock. Is he headed here? What is going on? Is he gonna take your daughter away? What is he planning. You walk to your daughters room. You lay in her baby bed once again. You hug her tight.

You’re scared.

Reposts are appreciated! <3

[the-kr8tor]

ooooh for requests—billie and mona finding out that father’s day is a thing so they try to make gifts for their dad because they love him so much? -@thesevenofstaves

YESSS MORE DAD! HOBIE!!!!!!! 😍 Thank you, bestie ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Dad! Hobie, Mom! Reader, Billie and Ramona AU, dad AU, Twin AU, CW food mentions, Lovestruck! Hobie, FLUFF!

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Father's day with two three-year-olds is hard. Explaining father's day to two three-year-olds is harder.

“Daddy birthday?” Billie asks for the tenth time that day, mouth puckered around a lemon sucker to keep her happy and occupied while you make Hobie's father's day dinner.

You turn around from the counter to look at your girls who are both sitting on their high chairs, chubby legs kicking playfully, folded papers and markers on their little tables. They're both exceptionally well behaved thanks to the candies you've given them. You hope it won't backfire when it's time for bed time.

“No, baby, it's father's day. A day to celebrate dads!” Twin girls both look at you with wide curious eyes. “it’s not dad's birthday.”

The smell of brisket inside the oven wafts around the cluttered kitchen. Your pink frilly apron is crusted with dried icing and cake mix. Your hands shakes slightly whilst you try to write a simple ‘# 1 dad in the whole multiverse’ in cursive. It's all lopsided, the blue icing drooping slightly to the left. You huff, lower back aching.

“Dada home now?” Ramona mirrors her sister, little hand mindlessly drawing on the folded paper you've intended to be their father's day cards.

“Hopefully not yet, cheese. Mom's not done with his present.”

“Daddy's birthday?” Billie asks again, and you smile softly at your daughter. She has a look on her that reminds you of Hobie when he's frustrated.

You drop the piping bag on the counter with a squelch, and then you carefully place the cake in the fridge to further cool down. Lest you want a melting cake handed to Hobie. Billie waits patiently for you, head following your every movement, curly pigtails bouncing. Closing the small distance to the dining table, you wipe some drool off her lips.

“No, Mac, it's not dad's birthday—”

Billie frowns, clearly frustrated. She tosses the lollipop, the sweet treat lands in Mona's hair, sticking to her tiny curls. “No, mummy! When!” Tears well up in her eyes, fists bunched up, knocking all the markers to the floor.

Mona scrunches up her face while you try to placate Billie by releasing her from the high chair and carrying her in your arms. You feel it, the simultaneous temper tantrum.

“Oh no.” You couldn't even finish your words when Mona wails in her chair, kicking her legs wildly and trying to get off her seat. She picks at the lollipop in her hair, desperately trying to get rid of the sticky substance, making it roll over her hair. A disaster waiting to happen. “No, honey, let mommy do it—”

Another cry pierces the entire house, both from the frustrated Billie, and the angry Mona. “take it off!” She yells, chubby fingers clawing at the pretty ribbons you've placed in her hair. “Mummy!” They both cry at the same time.

You're overwhelmed, the timer in the oven ticks, ringing loudly in your ears. Billie is heavy in your arms while you frantically try to take Mona from the confines of the horrid high chair. Tears drench your blouse, Billie's sticky grabby hands are in your hair, tugging angrily.

“It's okay!” You bounce Billie in your arms, finally ridding Mona from the seatbelt, you scoop her up quickly. Cooing and bouncing both crying babies is a mammoth task when the timer finally dings, signaling that the brisket that you've worked for hours is done. If you don't take it out in the next five minutes it'll dry out. And no one wants dry meat. “Oh cra–crabby patty.” You correct yourself before you could swear. “It's okay, please stop crying.” Kissing both their heads, Mona hides in the crook of your neck while Billie is continuing her tirade of cries.

The clock ticks, Hobie's almost home from patrol and his special father's day dinner is drying out in the oven. In an attempt to calm them down, you try to talk to them as calmly as you can while you, yourself, is panicking to bits.

“Daddy’s birthday is done, Bee. Remember when we had cake and uncle Ned gave you and your sister those fluffy monster toys?” Billie looks up at you through tearful eyes. Finally listening, cries finally subsiding slowly. “Yeah? Do you remember now?” She sniffs, rubbing her eyes with her sleeves. “And then aunt Yuri gave you ice cream, it was chocolate, remember?”

“Yeah,” she frowns. “I ‘member.”

“It's not daddy's birthday, we have to wait for next year. Today is a special day for all the dads where we show them our appreciation.”

“App–tion?” Her frown gets deeper, but she doesn't sob anymore, a good sign.

“It means that we show them how thankful we are and how much we love them.” You bounce her in your arms, she nods in understanding, whispering a ‘I love daddy.’ Mona still cries on your left, her nails are digging into your shoulder. “Can I put you down for a second while I help your sister?”

“Carry after?”

“Yes, baby, carry after.” Billie nods, and you place her on the dining table, your own legs crowding her in so she doesn't fall. Billie hugs your middle, probably feeling silly for her outburst. You inhale, shifting the still crying Mona in your arms. Your neck is drenched in salty tears, her eyes are red and puffy. “Your turn.” She stops briefly from sobbing, then continues a second later, making grabby hands at the top of her head. “Can I help you take the lolly out of your hair, Mony?”

She nods wildly. “Please.”

“Okay, thank you, mon-mon. Does it hurt?”

She sniffs, tears sliding down her cheeks. “No.”

“Okay, I'm going to take it out now, okay?” She nods thankfully even though tears still stream out of her eyes. Taking a wet wipe from the table, you carefully wet her hair so that the candy will slide off more smoothly. Billie still clutches on to you, face squished on your tummy. “Tada!” You twirl the now hairy but free lollipop in your fingers. “All done.”

Mona stares at it through tearful eyes, “all gone?”

“Yep, all gone.”

She does the same thing as Billie, wiping her tears with the sleeves of her dress. “Thank you, mummy.” Her voice is soft, pressing an even softer kiss on your cheek.

“You're welcome.” You kiss back.

“Daddy?” Billie lifts her head up.

“Daddy's still at work, baby—” you stop from rubbing both girls' backs when you hear the familiar thump of boots further down the hallway. His smiling face pops up from the corner, eyes crinkling in the corners. Suit gone and hidden in its usual spot, soft jumper still half on his body; sock missing on one foot.

“How're my girls?” Hobie tamps down his excitement when he sees Billie's tear stained cheeks. You look at him tiredly. “It looks like I missed a party.” He sniffs the air. “I smell somethin’ burnin’”

“The brisket!”

—

After trying to salvage what's left of the driest brisket known to man, stomachs full and both girls happy and giggly on his lap, you and your little family unwind with slices of cake. Billie and Mona are both shoveling in dollops of cake and icing in their dad's mouth. Their father's day cards with their colourful scribbles lay on the table, cards that Hobie will keep forever in a picture frame above his work bench.

“‘hat’s too muc!” Hobie says, mouth full of cake. “‘ove, elp!”

“What'd you say?” You turn to Billie and Mona with mischievous eyes. “I think dad's still hungry for some cake.”

“Okay! More cake!” They both say at the same time, spoon feeding more cake in his mouth while you cackle in your seat.

—

You watch Hobie tell the girls a bedtime story, he even puts the effort in changing his voice. You think he really deserves that title you've lovingly written on the cake.

Each girl lays on his side, cheeks pressed on his chest, eyes slowly closing with every word he dramatically says. Mona fights sleep with her rubbing her eyes to keep listening to the engaging story. While Billie is already asleep on his side, mouth agape, socked foot twitching in her sleep.

“And then the pirate fell in love with the princess. The end.” Hobie quietly closed the book, “what'd you think, Mon?”

Mona looks up at him through the fog of sleepiness. Eyelashes fluttering, eyes heavy and glimmering. “It was okay,” she whispers, you watch and listen with a fond smile. “ending…” she yawns, “too open ended.” Her dad furrows his brows at the advanced word his daughter used. He looks back at you, and you shrug with a smile.

Hobie chortles, Billie kicks in her sleep so he clamps his mouth shut. “Too open ended? You hang around mum's book club too much.” He rubs lovingly at her shoulder blades, encouraging sleep.

“Aunty Yuri likes me there.” Mona squishes her cheeks on Hobie's chest, eyes fluttering closed, hand gripping his jumper. “She says ‘m smart.”

“Yeah? Smart like mum, hmm?” Hobie kisses the top of her head when she finally drifts off to sleep.

Mona finally closed her eyes, thumb in her mouth, eyelashes fluttering when Hobie whispered a ‘good night’ against each of his girls’ hair. Now for the mammoth task of leaving their side without waking either one. Hobie tries to pry himself away, then almost immediately gives up when Billie grips his jumper in her sleep.

“I live ‘ere, now.”

You quietly walk towards the trio, hands instinctively reaching out to him. He meets you halfway, book discarded on his chest, hands sliding to your waiting palms. “You did a good job, dad.” Pressing a heavy kiss on each of his knuckles, he thinks he has done well for himself. If only his younger self could see him now, he'd be proud.

“I should be the one sayin' that, love.” He pulls you closer, whispering lowly. “You survived a tantrum without me. And made me the best father's day dinner.”

“And yet I dried out the brisket.” You whisper back, hovering above your family.

“The brisket was brilliant, you did a fantastic job even though the girls were screaming in your ears.” He notices you shaking above, arms tired from propping yourself above. So he gently pulls himself up with a little effort to not jostle his girls, with a few tugs and shimmies here and there, he finally frees himself. You sit down next to Billie's feet, already reaching towards him. His hand slides up to your cheek, thumb brushing along your worry lines. “After all these years, you're still the fittest woman in the world.”

Your cheeks heat up at his sweet words. You inhale and exhale, an act that he knows the reason for, an act that he's incredibly endeared to. “After all these years and after two daughters, you never fail to fluster me, Hobie Brown.”

He smiles, puckered lips peppering you with a hundred kisses, not once a patch of skin is left unkissed. “And I, you, love.” Leaning away, he loops his arms around your waist to pull you closer, “I'll have my revenge on the next mother's day.”

You quietly laugh, pecking him once on the corner of his smiling lips. “I can't wait. Happy Father's day, Hobie.”

[after-urh34rt]

ADA boys reacting to you getting 'dirty' under the table!!

A/N: This wasn't requested but i was bored okay?.

|| Atsushi, Dazai, Kunikida, Ranpo x reader||

Kinda smut??

Atsushi

You and Atsushi where getting information about your next mission from Kunikida, knowing that your skill can complete the mission in second it just making you bored. Atsushi is completely listening and all ears.

Why not tease the man? Besides it's like killing two birds with on stone, Atsushi is greeted with pleasure, and you're not bored anymore!

Just the thought of it has you smirking.

You start from the top and make your hands glide down the tiger's chest, Atsushi doesn't notice at first until you make your way down. You put your hand down to his thighs which makes him flinch, he looks at you and you just smile at him.

You put your hands under his pants and he's a blushing mess, pleased by your boyfriends reaction you push him even further.

You start stroking at his clothed cock going at a constant speed as he groans while trying to sit up straight so no one would think of his as 'questioning'.

"That's what we need you--, Atsushi. Are you okay? You seem sick." Kunikida raises an eyebrow and Atsushi just nods.

As Kunikida continues talking the tiger-skilled boy looks at you and whispers, "I'm gonna get you back".

Dazai

Okay, instead of Kunikida telling y'all a mission, you're getting scolded for goofing off and not doing your work. Hah, fun. You look over and can clearly tell that Dazai is also bored.

As the idea pops in your mind it makes a lovely noise to see his reaction.

You slide your hands in between his leg, basically getting straight to the point. He looks up in surprise as you put your hand under his pants.

Touching his crotch, instead of his cock.

Dazai starts getting tired of you teasing him and grabs your hand to make you stroke his cock, he makes you go at a fast pace making your hand hurt and tired.

"AND YOU KNOW THAT YOU... DAZAI WHY THE HELL AREN'T YOU LISTENING?!"

"Because my Belladonna is giving me something more interesting..Something where her mouth should be, not her hand. She will be so very punished for trying to pull a risky move."

"Suma!"

"DAZAI!!" Kunikida yells as Dazai just looks at you. "Lets go continue this somewhere else.".

Kunikida

Okay.. Dazai hosted a party for his birthday and you had no choice but to go! A party DAZAI hosted?? You know it has to be lit.

Your boyfriend came along to make sure no one touched you, the whole ADA went and Dazai made a 'dinner time' where everyone gathers around a dinner table to eat and talk.

Of course you sat by Kunikida because he's your boyfriend and you love him..Big mistake for him.

Kunikida was paying you no attention, he was to busy writing 'useful' information from Dazai. At first you put your hand on his thigh because it felt comfortable like that, and he didn't mind.

But, of course your intrusive thoughts took over...

You move you hand under his pants and undergarments, you slowly stroke his cock. he doesn't notice at first because he's to busy writing and eating.

But when he does, ooooh boy. All hell breaks loose.

He will scold you in a low whisper as you 'accidentally' pull his cock out of his pants.

"What's wrong Kunikida-kun? You look red. Are you sick?" Atsushi tilts his head in confusion". As everyone looks at Kunikida you just tease him. "Yeah, darling. Are you sick?", he just looks at you. "I'm fine, now mind your own business!!".

Everyone just shrugs it off and starts being loud and obnoxious.

Just smirking at him you get under the table pretending to drop your fork and suck his cock. Just to get on his nerves!

He would kick and tell you to sit back down but he's to busy enjoying the pleasure!

Once you're done Kunikida pulls his pants up and drags you to the nearest bathroom telling everyone that you both are going to get some fresh air.

Though he isn't a fan of PDA, he will do it if needed

Once you both are in the bathroom he pins you against the wall and whispers in your ear.

"I'll make sure you scream so loud everyone's going to know what a slut you are".

Ranpo

You're walking to the bakery that Yosano requested to go to, when Ranpo heard 'bakery' he sprinted out the door.

It's very far from the ADA but Ranpo doesn't mind since he knows the bakery has sweets, "Ranpo, can you give me a piggy back ride?". "Nope! Don't worry though, we can sit down once we get the the bakery!".

You frown at his response, "beware cause people say Karma's gonna get you back, and my nickname is Karma".

He shrugs his shoulders and continues walking.

Once you guys finally reach the bakery you flop down on the seat. Ranpo sits down and just taps his hands on the table. Yosano goes to order the sweets.

You have your hand on your palm until that thought appears in your mind. You have big grin on your face.

You sit up straight and put your hand on his inner thigh, he jumps up but realizes it's just your hand so he relaxes again.

You quickly put your hand under is pants and start stroking his clothed cock, he grabs your hand and opens his mouth to speak but it's replaced with a light moan.

"I got two cinnamon rolls for me and Y/N, and I got Ranpo-" Yosano sits down across from you and Ranpo and she smirks.

"Oi Ranpo, are you sick? Are you hurt?! Lemme take care of you!", " Yeah Ranpo, let Yosano take care of you..".

You take your hand out of his pants and smirk, "I'm gonna go wash my hands".

Once you and Ranpo get to your shared apartment you expect him to get 'wild n' dirty' but instead he gets two blankets and a pillow and gives it to you.

"Have fun sleeping on the couch".

[wriitingwoes79]

Naughty Neighbors Pt 2

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Y/N

Summary: Tensions rise a week after “the incident” and the both of you are doing your best to get on each others nerves. Tonight, you take it too far—and face the consequences.

Content Warning: masturbation, use of sex toys, mention of casual sex/bar hookups

WC: ~1.1k

AN: once again, heavy on the UNEDITED. I HAD to cut it short chickies it was tooo fucking long but part 3 WILL be posted on Monday!!

MDNI!!!

It had been a week since the incident with Miguel. A long and insufferable week. A week of trying to get on with your life, hooking up with random strangers to try and scratch the itch that he'd created--to no avail, mind you. No one you found in seedy bars and dazzling nightclubs after your shifts at work could manage to do an inkling of what he'd done to you in a matter of minutes (seconds, if you were being completely honest).

But that didn't stop you from making sure Miguel was home to hear every minute of it. Sure, your moans were...well, fake, and the men didn't last long and you kicked them out shortly after, but you gained a sick satisfaction from hearing his door slam shut angrily and the music in his apartment grow louder to combat the sounds you were making. In retaliation, Miguel would dump your mixed up mail on your welcome mat, and make even more noise than usual in the early mornings when you slept.

You were both intent on making each other absolutely miserable.

You may have taken it too far tonight.

This entire week, you always waited until Miguel left to try and finish yourself off with your new-and-improved rechargeable vibrator you ordered the day after the incident. However, you never seemed to make it over the edge and cum.

Today, of course, you used it after the latest disappointment you picked up from a random bar down the street had left. You'd just finished taking a shower and didn't even bother to get dressed into pajamas. You merely laid on your sheets, legs spread and towel unwrapped as you started working on the annoying urge that Miguel had built up.

Your thoughts began to wander as you held the head of the wand against your clit, soft pants leaving between your parted lips. Flashes of the hallway began to flicker beneath your closed eyes: the hard and cold walls pressing into your flushed skin, hot breaths fanning over your neck, rough callused hands that gripped you hard enough you'd spent the past few days examining the small bruises they left.

You thought about how good it felt to have him nearly rip your clothes to pieces, pushing his hard dick against your panties before he eventually pulled them down too, sliding it between your slick thighs to fuck between them. Now, your thighs were slick again, your pants now becoming breathy and audible moans as you got closer and closer to reaching your climax. You imagined Miguel's thick and generously sized dick pushing into you, filling you up more than any man from the bar, and even your ex, coming so so so close to the edge of the orgasm you'd been chasing for the entire week.

"Oh, fuck, Miguel. Don't stop," you whined, unable to stop the words leaving your lips as you dwelled in your fantasies.

You heard a door slam but the sound was too far away to even dwell on it. Especially not when you were so close to reaching what you'd been so rudely denied. You could barely contain yourself anymore, sweat slicked on your nude body as your body began to melt into sweet sweet bliss.

That is until rough hands banged loudly on your front door.

You started with a jolt, sitting up with your vibrator in hand, and wrapping the towel over you in the other. The banging started once more and your knees knocked closed just as a voice growled loud enough for you to hear from your bedroom.

"Y/N! Open up, I know you're in there!"

Ooooh, you were in for it now. Miguel was going to kill you.

You panicked, standing up completely and looking around the room. Your thoughts raced faster than your heart as it pounded heavily in your chest.

He wasn't supposed to be home!

Oh God, you should answer the door--wait, you should put some clothes on first!

Why is the vibrator still in your hand?

You turned off the vibrator and tossed it on your nightstand, already starting to rummage through your dresser for something to wear when you heard his voice again.

"I swear to God, if you don't open this fucking door right now, I'll kick it down." You could not lose your security deposit.

“Fuck!” You tugged the towel around you tighter, hoping to cover as much of you as you could, hoping the sheen of sweat glistening off your skin would make it seem you'd just gotten out of the shower.

"Alright! Alright, I'm coming," you yelled through the door, "Don't get your sweatpants in a fucking twist."

You unlocked the door and swung it open, your free hand clasping the towel closed.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck.

Miguel was seething when you opened the door. His bare chest, also shining with sweat, heaved as he huffed deeply. The muscles in his neck and shoulders strained as he crossed his arms, even more muscles rippling underneath his skin. His hair was slightly disheveled, like he too had been tossing and turning in bed. But he shouldn't have been. You were sure he'd left his apartment way before you even took a shower.

"What?" You asked, annoyed. It took everything in you to look him directly in the eyes. You hadn't dared to look farther than his chest upon first seeing him, but your peripheral was giving you a sneaking suspicion about a certain something pressing against the fabric of his blue boxers. You knew he'd given the same once over to you too, with how pink the tips of his ears had gotten.

"Don't give me that bullshit," he started, "You don't get to act annoyed with what you've been doing all week."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You smiled innocently.

"The fact that you haven't actually cum all week says otherwise. Your dates not up to snuff?" His scowl turned into a deep smirk and your cheeks heated up in response. How could he even know?

"Oh please," You shoved his chest away from the threshold, "Like you could even do the job. You barely lasted two minutes, I'm sure you had to rush back inside before you busted all over the walls."

In a flash, you were back in your apartment...with Miguel inside too. You winced as your back was pressed against the cold door, Miguel's hands on either side of your head.

"So you're going to keep denying it?" He asked, his voice softer now only in volume--the intensity was still enough to make your knees weak. You didn't look him in the eyes until he forced your chin up, gripping it between his thumb and forefinger. "Answer me, fiera." You scowled at his pet name for you.

"No."

"Have it your way then."

~to be continued~

[strongbeats]

I love listening to my own heart 😍 no sharing just me time feeling it throb into the bell of my stethoscope. Ooooh she’s speeding up faster now as I write this i love how reactive it is! As I move my legs it kicks up, arching my back into my bed and hold my breath makes it pound

So hot 🥵 current bpm is 95, how fast do we think we can get it today?