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[vulpinesaint]

want to post on ao3. don't want to write things to post on ao3. want to post on ao3.

[plantenjoyer]

I SWEAR I KEEP TRYING TO DO ART BUT THEN SOMETHING GETS IN THE WAY AND THEN I PROCRASTINATE AND THEN SIX MONTHS PASS

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Peter after getting his S/O pregnant, pumping his fists in the air and cackling and feeling oh so virile: FUCK YEAH AM I A MAN OR WHAT?! Peter when his baby is born, sobbing his eyes out: OH MY GOD THEY'RE SO FUCKIN SMALL WHAT IF I BREAK THEM???

[babieken]

I FOUND THIS ON PINTEREST AND SCREAMED-

JSJDKDKDKD ITS SO FUNNY🤣🤣🤣 highkey wish it had exploded kdjdkd it would've been so iconic...

I miss their antics so much :((((

[reginrokkr]

400 icons later I'm finally done adding the tiny adjustments I settled for! In all honesty, doing this is exhausting as hecky but I'm also really happy because I've been wanting to do something like this for Dain for a very long time to no avail. But at the same time it's highly rewarding to me because graphic design is a passion of mine that I include as part of the RP experience and it's really invigorating to have a newfound inspiration that I lacked a while ago. The change in his icons isn't that big, but I'm still one to keep things somehow simple as to not distract from the main point of focus which should be him.

[quaranmine]

in addition to writing i better get drawing if i want firewatch au out in any reasonable period of time. chapter one is basically ready to go, and has its one piece of art completed, but chapter two is shaping up to potentially have three or four pieces in it, and i don't have any of that done

because, of course, the wip drawing i do have goes in chapter three instead. since i'm smart in my planning like that

[morningmask27]

Hey so, do you ever feel.. Iffy? Bad? Disappointed? That the Fandom at large only became interested in whistlepaw thanks to faer ship with Frostpaw? I admittedly was feeling a bit like that when the ship first started popping up, although I understand that Whis is quite a background character aside from that (and up until then, more or less). So like I get why fae would gain more traction only now but Idk. I can't help but feel a little sad about it since you've made me develop an attachment to this cat. Just curious about your thoughts on the matter!

I get chronically attached to background nobodies, so I'm used to people not really caring about my faves and I honestly like it more that way because popular characters are A Mess of discourse and drama,

but yeah it is a bit sad that Whis is only really seen as a love interest for Frostpaw in the major fandom, but in a way that's also what fae is in the books. Whistlepaw does nothing outside of supporting Frostpaw (and that annoys me So Much for daily whis purposes, I want more material!!!) and I can't blame the fans for not latching onto background WindClan cat #78 and making up a whole world around them

in the end the fandom portrayal is kinda bland, but inoffensive at least. I made Whistlepaw my little silly and have never really cared about the fandom at large; Fae's basically my oc at this point and if a few people enjoy what I do then I'm content

[tonycries]

A ranking of JJK men from best to worst during your period (absolutely no one asked for this):

Nanami - Are you kidding me? In what world would this perfect husband NOT be number one?? Doesn't even need that lil' app on his phone to track your periods, bro remembers. He has it mapped out in his brain AND on his calendar. You don't even have to tell him when it starts, he'll be home with chocolates, your fav movies, and enough heating pads to last a lifetime going, "Hi, my love, I hope m'not too early but I got you these." He's never too early. Never.

Geto - Bro has been through the whole process twice already with his daughters. He KNOWS exactly what's going down when you get just a lil' too sensitive, when your cravings become just a tad sweeter. Would lay you down and give you the most soothing massages whispering about how it'll "all be over soon" and "his girl can tough it out." 10/10 is so patient, even has a period tracker on his phone.

Choso - Y'know he's a lil' confused but he's got the spirit. Curses don't have periods so trust he'll be MAD confused wondering whether you've somehow developed the same jujutsu technique as him. When you teach him though, he's gonna be the sweetest babygirl. Let's you cuddle and use him all you want, throw him around to your hearts content until you have the perfect pillow!! Only minus points would be for that little intrusive thought in his brain that just wants to.....experiment......with his technique....

Gojo - Now, you'd be confused about who has the period - you or HIM? Which, honestly if distraction is your go-to then it works out pretty well. Every cramp you get, Gojo just hates to see his pretty baby in pain, so he'd be crying out. He'd be right there moaning and groaning along with you until you're crying tears of laughter because what the fuck?? Extra points because he's a sweet connoisseur and knows ALL the best places to get you everything you want. Trust, bro doesn't skimp out either he'd be diving IN to that Gojo Estate old money just to get you more than everything you need. Much more.

Toji - Now, hear me out it's not that man doesn't know what to do. It's just that he doesn't want to. Not to bully his cute girl, but does he really have to get out of bed and walk the treacherous block down to the convenience store to get you extra pads? Really? He'd much rather stay in bed cuddling you and kissing every inch of your face he could reach - seriously, his old bones are creaking at the very thought of moving. But, eventually, when you do bribe him with a dollar convince him to go, he'd be pampering you and more with your own money.

Sukuna - Bro definitely tells you to "just suck it back in wtf." -3878473 aura for him, but at least Uraume is on your side and gives him a good whack to the head. When he realizes a bit tho would be a bit softer than usual, at least he'll stop calling you his usual names after your sensitive self tears up at them. Mhm, definitely take him to try out a cramp simulator, though he deserves it.

[grunge-mermaid]

yeeeaaah so they went with "character instantly thrilled to be a dad the second his wife shows him a positive pregnancy test despite him spending the entire movie saying he doesn't actually want to have kids"

which I expected

but like come on

there are other narrative options

don't be a coward

[httpsserene]

Lando smut driveroom after hia dnf🫠🫠

𝐝𝐧𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬

summary: what goes down in their driver’s room with you after a dnf. content warning: 18+ only. mdni. explicit sexual content. hurt/comfort (in a way). sexual propositions. angry sex (implied). depressed charles. mercedes f1 team slander. sir kink. periods. face-sitting, vaginal sex, masturbation, voyeurism, blowjobs, cunnilingus, shower sex (light or implied). pairing: the grid x fem!reader (1,4,16,44,55,81) genre: drabbles.

from serene: river baby, this one’s for you xxx we all know what inspired this one lmao !!! oh, i will not be doing extended fics for any of these, they are just quick drabbles as a little writing exercise for me! (okay, okay, okay, fine i’ll finish toasty part two i promise it'll be released soon)

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𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐱 #𝟏

You’ve never found Max’s skill for talking endlessly annoying or draining. In fact, you can recall telling him that hearing him eagerly explain about racing or other topics that interest him is attractive, multiple times. However, you’re not sure if you can withstand much more of him rambling through a retelling of every single lap he raced before he had to retire, looking for any possible point where he could’ve done something different to prevent it. 

The two of you are sitting on his small couch, pressed side to side, and you’re offering small nods of agreement and hums of understanding during his pauses between words that echo in the small private room. His helmet was shoved in a random cubby, his balaclava draped on top of it but, he hasn’t made any other progress in taking off his race gear. His gloves are still covering his hands as he fiddles with the straps around his wrists, his race suit and boots still properly secured, the smell of sweat and gasoline–the scent of man alluring to your nose–the heat of his body radiating against your side instigating the warmth that floods your cheeks, and the sound of his lisp curling seductively around his speech prompting less than pure thoughts as your heart flutters and thighs press together.

Max is unaware of the sudden twist in your thoughts as he verbally attempts to calculate just exactly where he could’ve improved his outcome, his voice rumbly with an undertone of displeasure, when you cut him off.

“Let me make it better,” you offer.

The Dutch driver cocks his head at you, his expression confused and humored, “How can you make my DNF better? I do not think you can go back in time and—”

“No, Max,” you interrupt, teeth tugging at your bottom lip gently, “Let me sit on your face.”

Visibly, you see his breath catch and eyes widen. His mouth opens and closes as he tries to formulate a response, tongue flicking out to dampen his lips as he thinks—before his pupils blow large, and he swallows audibly.

“Oh,” Max starts, finally tugging his gloves off and tossing them to the floor, then moving to undo the strap of his race suit, “That would make it better.”

𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬, 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 #𝟒

He’s pacing the small length of the room angrily, ranting about his retirement loudly enough that you know it’s seeping through the thin walls. You stare at him with a slightly concerned gaze, getting slightly annoyed as his race suit tied low on his hips threatens to smack you in the face every time he turns around. 

You’re well aware that Lando is quick to anger and brood as he freely makes everyone aware of where the blame needs to be placed. But, the dark and unyielding look in his eyes leads you to believe that he’ll be a little too real to the press today and you would hate to have to deal with a simultaneously enraged and ashamed Lando once he realizes what he said. Then, you’ll have to comfort him as he overthinks his words and doom scrolls through Twitter to see what people are saying about him. You would like to sleep tonight, so you can’t have him embarrass himself today. Thankfully, Lando’s a man, a very simple man at his core. 

You stand up from the couch and pull off his hoodie that you stole. Lando continues to rage and pace, not aware of your movement. You undo the buttons of your shirt, shrugging it off to stand in your bra and jeans. Lando doesn’t notice your state of undress until he spins around to find you topless and shimmying your jeans down your hips.

“Um,” Lando stutters, eyes fixed on your tits, “Why are your clothes off?”

“Get over here and fuck your anger out,” you command, “So when you talk to the press, you don’t say the stupid shit you're telling me now.”

Lando mumbles and pouts offended as he scrambles to lose his race suit, “‘s not stupid shit.”

You roll your eyes and reach out to tug him forward strongly, humming as the length of his body knocks against yours, easily stuffing your hand down his fireproofs and kissing on the meat of his neck, “mhm–I’m sure it isn’t.”

𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 #𝟏𝟔

The room is silent as Charles blankly stares at the wall, you’re not sure if he is aware of your hand comfortingly scratching along his back. He only offered words of exhaustion and depression as he slipped quietly into his room and curled next to you as he dissociated from his retirement.

You’ve tried everything. You cooed soothingly, you complained about the result, and you even loudly expressed how terrible you think the car and Ferrari are and he didn’t say a single word. He simply continued to stare at the wall, his suit and helmet still on, visor down, and expression unreadable. Anxiously, you shifted next to him, not used to experiencing Charles this out of it. And suddenly, the idea came to you. Breaking the silence, you suggested giving him head to relieve his stress. Charles said no. Your brow furrowed perplexed at his denial; he’s never rejected a blowjob before. You took it one step further and offered to let him fuck it out of you (you were previously adamant on the “no sex in the driver’s room” rule because sound carries), and you were sure the Monegasque was about to say yes before he shook his head violently like he was forcibly removing the thought, and mumbled something along the lines of, “I don’t deserve it.” 

That is something you will not let slide. Charles doesn’t need to punish himself after he’s already out of the race, but if he won’t allow himself to indulge in you, you’ll strongly encourage him to.

“Okay, Charlie,” you whisper, “If you’re sure.”

He doesn’t zone back in until he hears your whimpers seep into the air, snapping his head to look at you. He finds you with one hand tugging at your nipple and your other hand shoved under your skirt—from the movement, he can guess that you’re two fingers deep. You hear Charles choke audibly and you can’t help but toss your head back and giggle, the laughter turning into a moan of pleasure as your fingers pass over a sensitive spot.

“I-I think–merde,” Charles cuts himself off as he stares at your show, “I think I’ve changed my mind.”

The helmet stays on.

𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧, 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 #𝟒𝟒

You’re unsure if Lewis is even mad about his retirement. The man seems mentally deranged as he laughs gleefully about ending his race early. Understandably, he is complaining about the bottoming of the car and the hell it’s wreaking on his back–so, maybe the joy is justifiable, your man is…older.

The thing is, Lewis switches from rambling about his back pain to complaining about Mercedes and repeating how he can’t wait for a change in scenery at Ferrari. In the Mercedes motorhome. Loudly. You know he’s doing it on purpose based on the vengeful look in his eyes. He recalls almost every single moment the team dismissed his critiques and suggestions, every single moment they didn’t appear at his podiums, every single moment they thought he wouldn’t leave, every single moment they took him for granted. And, Lewis is more than welcome to express his grievances—but you would still like him to leave on good terms as Toto did promise you a custom G-Wagon (not that Lewis can’t get you one himself; you would just hate to see him ruin his connections).

Lewis also can’t help being hot. He sits comfortably splayed out on his couch, a towel tied loosely on his hips from his shower, chest bare as beads of water fall downwards and get caught in the maze of his toned abdomen, his tattoos become art pieces as you appreciate the sight fully. He continues to partake in his amusing one-man conversation as he clasps his chain around his neck—and you break.

“Let me suck your dick,” you blurt out, cheeks flushing, surprised at your own words, “...sir?”

Lewis pauses, raising an eyebrow at you from where you’re leaning on the room door. 

“Well, I don’t know why you’re still standing over there if that’s what you want. Kneel.”

The sound of your knees hitting the floor sings in the air, “Yes, sir.”

𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢, 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 #𝟖𝟏

Oscar’s already sequestered himself away in his room before you were able to intercept him on his way. The mechanics are lowly gossiping about how mad he was when he pulled himself out of the car and they watch after you in fear as you make your way to your boyfriend.

Oscar? Mad? He’d never take it out on you, there’s no reason for the mechanics to be worried. Except when you enter the room, the vibes are peculiar. Oscar’s calmly folding his race suit, boots tucked away into their proper place, standing in just his fireproofs—they compliment his body well, extremely well. He turns to look at you and there’s a smile on his face as if he hasn’t retired from a race. He opens his arms for a hug, and you hesitate for a moment before fulfilling his request. His arms wrap around you warmly and he nuzzles his face into your hair, pulling back briefly to press a kiss on your forehead before tightening his embrace. It feels more like he’s comforting you than you’re comforting him. He walks the two of you backward to his couch and pulls you down to sit on his lap. 

Somehow, Oscar brightens more, “Hi, baby,” he grins, hands moving to fiddle with the hem of your shirt.

“Uhh, I’m sorry about your race?” Your tone of voice is unsure.

“Oh,” he laughs dismissively, “It happens sometimes–it was listed in the job description.” His right hand slips underneath your shirt as he speaks, moving calmly to tug the cups of your bra down underneath your chest, squeezing lightly at the plush weight in his hand. 

You’re convinced he’s severely concussed, but it doesn’t stop you from arching towards him, your hips rolling forward unconsciously, “Ummm— ‘s there a-anything I can do to help?”

Oscar’s hand draws out of your shirt and halts the grind of your hips in a flash, he coos at you, “Aw, that’s so sweet of you to offer…let me fuck your tits—please?”

What were you going to do, tell him no?

𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 #𝟓𝟓

You’re going to slam your head on the corner of the sink and hope it knocks you out. You’ll do it if means the sounds of Carlos’ whining stop. He forcibly pulled you up on the counter of the sink and told you to stay put as he showered so he could talk it out to you.

Naively, you thought the sound of the shower running would muffle his words and you were wrong. On any other day, you would be fine to support him through his complaints but your period is due to start in a couple of days and the irritation and sore muscles are already affecting you. Originally, you were eager to watch Carlos shower—that’s a sight plenty of women and men alike would kill you for. Then, the glass fogged with steam depriving you of something to ogle. And, if there’s one thing a woman is experiencing besides pain, sensitivity, and anger before her period, it’s being horny. You rationalize your thought process as you get undressed; Carlos gets some stress relief and you get to hear moans and grunts of pleasure instead of his huffing, grumbling, and whining. 

You slide the glass door open and closed as you step in the shower, completely bare except for the necklaces, earrings, and anklet with the #55 charm he gifted you randomly, “Carlos, por favor, be quiet.”

The Spanish man’s mouth is agape as he stares at you, frozen in the middle of his motion of scrubbing soap along his arm, “¿Qué?”

You roll your eyes, tugging the soapy cloth out of his hand and setting it on the shower shelf, “There’s better things you could be doing with your mouth.”

Carlos blinks, returning to the present and sinking to his knees in the too-small shower. 

He stares up at you with his big, sweet, lust-drenched, brown eyes, his hair a mess from the spray of the shower, and his voice cracking as he speaks, “Yes, definitely.”

© httpsserene2024

[kiirschtein-archive]

⋆ 「 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢’𝐬 (𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞) 𝐦𝐨𝐦. 」 ⋆

feat. — toji fushiguro x f!reader, kid!megumi

word count. — 1.4k

content. — sfw, non-sorcerer au, established relationship (marriage), mostly just fluffy domestic stuff, reader is addressed as ‘mom/mama/mommy,’ toji’s kind of a bad parent but he’s working on it, brief mention of toji smoking (cigarettes), overprotective!toji, very minor suggestive themes (from toji 🙄 he’s a walking cw/tw)

notes. — idk. this has been incessantly on my brain pretty much from the moment i  woke up today, even to the point where i was writing half of this at  the laundromat lmao. mother’s day yesterday had me feeling some type of way, so here have some fun headcanons from a strange eldest daughter!!!! (i might end up doing a set of these for gojo x reader too 🤔)

⋆ 「 — he’s not your biological son, but you’ve been around since you started seeing toji when megumi was still a baby. but now, a few years later, you might as well be his real mother. you certainly act like it and feel like it, so toji gladly initiates the conversation about official adoption. it just makes sense. you eventually explain the situation to megumi as best as you can simply so that he doesn't grow up thinking he was lied to or anything of the sort, but as far as he's concerned, you're his mom whether it's by blood or not.

⋆ 「 — and oh, megumi’s a mama’s boy. i imagine he’s just a little bit of a healthier kid vs. canon given the better family situation, but he’s still always a bit of a grumpy baby, appreciating his autonomy and trying to be as self-sufficient and mature as he can be. but he’ll most certainly run to you when he needs help, is truly hurt, or just needing a bit of comfort. you’ve always treated him so softly and kindly with understanding, so he honestly feels more comfortable coming to you most of the time instead of his dad.

⋆ 「 — he likes the way you organize the bookshelf in his room or fold and sort his clothes in special little ways. he gets upset any time toji tries to put a book back in the wrong place or can’t figure out where his damn socks are. gumi will scowl and say, “that’s not where it goes.” or go deadpan and be like, “mom always keeps the socks in the bottom drawer.” disappointed that his father can’t even remember. toji just grumbles and says, “your mama’s gonna ruin you.”

⋆ 「 — has called you 'mom' basically since he was old enough, but don't let him fool you. megumi will drop the big boy act and come out with 'mama' or 'mommy' when something's wrong or he's really excited. he'll come to you with quiet tears and sniffles, a little ashamed that he's crying, but present to you a scraped elbow, "mama... it hurts." you clean up the scrape and explain to him the little medical details in a somewhat understandable way to help him focus on something besides the pain, and you tell him that it'll be okay, and that it's alright to cry. or on the flip-side, you and toji take him to the zoo, little gumi on his dad's shoulders, and he gasps and points excitedly, "look, mommy! look at the big elephant!" and it feels incredible to see him be so spirited.

⋆ 「 — along the lines of the art from this post and the thought i had about it earlier, just imagine that you're at some event (maybe like a birthday party or something), and toji's been hauling megumi around. they're both so over it at this point and are like 'please get me out of this' so as soon as toji walks past the obnoxious inflatable bouncy house, he smirks and just YEETS that kid inside without a second thought. after regaining his breath, megumi just looks at his father with the most EVIL little scowl as other kids bounce around him with smiles. by the look on that child's face you could've swore that his father had just done him the ultimate betrayal.

so gumi slides out and hurriedly makes his way over to where you're sitting off to the side, quietly climbing into your lap for a little bit of solace. he wiggles in close to your chest and you tuck him under your chin with a ‘come here, sweetpea,’ rocking slowly and humming something soft because he always seems to like it when you do.

toji comes over and you look at him through narrowed eyes. "kids are supposed to like shit like that," he says.

"you know he likes when things are more quiet," you respond, and toji rolls his eyes at how you seemingly spoil your son.

"just thought it might be good for him to try and get along with the other brats." toji tries to cover up the fact that he tossed his kid for the sheer personal enjoyment of it.

you huff in disbelief. "oh, like you get along so well with everyone?"

he scoffs and moves in behind you, leaning down to place a kiss on your neck. "i get along with you," he says almost suggestively.

you just keep stroking megumi's hair and give the top of his head a gentle kiss. "yeah, well not today," you say, shooting a smug, resolute smile towards your husband, ultimately taking his son's side.

⋆ 「 — outside of his alone time, megumi would honestly much rather be with you instead of other children. toji thinks it's probably unhealthy and you're inclined to agree, but you also don't want to force megumi into situations that will just make him miserable. so, when appropriate, you don't mind at all pacing around with him in your arms or have him walk next to you (maybe holding your hand if he’s not in a ‘big boy’ mood), teaching him about the things you see in the woods, the park, or even the museum. when toji's not away working, he'll join too because it admittedly makes his heart feel soft to watch you two together. it always has, because you've been doing this with megumi since he was a baby. it never gets old. if it wasn't already so difficult trying to figure out how to do things right by his son, he'd want you to give him even more babies.

⋆ 「 — megumi likes doing things with his dad sometimes too, though. toji tries his best to do it right and watch both his mouth and his temper. you like seeing them getting along, even if it's just quietly watching tv or a movie (probably a cartoon where toji gets kind of into and will ask the occasional question like "why does that one stupid chick keep doing that?" and megumi just shrugs like, "i dunno. she is pretty dumb.") or playing ball outside because gumi's starting to show some athleticism. but you have to remind toji that he can't always be so rough or competitive with games because megumi is literally a child.

⋆ 「 — toji can also be way too overprotective of you two at times. you'll be out and about and he'll just be wearing such an intimidating expression as he walks behind you both, on the lookout for anyone who might want to cause trouble or take the wrong sort of glance at his wife. he'll even snap at people for walking too close or like cutting in line or something petty, and you have to tell him stop acting like an attack dog and looking like the grim reaper because dear god you're literally just having lunch at the park. even at his age, megumi's just eating his ice cream and looking at his dad with his little baby deadpan expression and thinking "this man really needs to take a chill pill." other times he can be more relaxed, however, obviously confident in his ability to protect you. it depends on his mood. but that still doesn’t stop him from being embarrassing and going off on people in public if something happens.

⋆ 「 — you also know all of gumi’s favorite meals and snacks. it’s yet another one of those things where, if his dad does it wrong, megumi expresses a disappointment beyond his years. toji will be making and packing his son’s school lunch just as instructed by the notes you gave him, but it’s by no means as neat and meticulous as when you do it. toji’s got a cigarette hanging out of his mouth with furrowed, concentrating brows, his free hand shakily reaching for a cup of fresh coffee, and megumi’s standing there with his little backpack, criticizing his father the entire time. “mom doesn’t do it like that,” he says.

“well mom ain’t here right now. and it doesn’t matter how the sandwich is cut, is still tastes the damn same.”

gumi doesn’t even physically react, still wearing the same neutral expression, just waiting for his dad to hurry up. “mom says you shouldn’t smoke. and she also says not to use bad words.”

toji scoffs and then smirks. “well mommy uses all sorts of bad words you don’t even know about when her and daddy have play time.”

megumi’s already almost late for school and can barely feel his feet from how tight his dad tied his shoelaces. he also asks you later about “play time,” and you want to absolutely murder your husband over it.

[lawchwan]

do you like the sound of the music? (law, ace, sanji, zoro, kid)

summary: how the boys sound when they're getting pleasured. reader: gn!reader genre: smut disclaimer: not super detailed smut, but a grave detail on how these fine men sound like a/n: I know I haven't done an a/n, but it has been a minute since I posted here. I have been preoccupied (thanks to being a senior at uni) but now that I am done with everything, I hope I have more free time to post some fics and reignite my love for writing. I won't bore you much and we will proceed with more content (also my fem!law fic is in the works and it'll be put out sometime soon)

crossposted on ao3

Law

as much as i'd like to advocate for the whimper-whiny-loud-subby!law agenda that i have been adapting to my psyche while i was gone, he seems like the quiet kind while he's pleasuring you.

obviously not the type to be overtly silent to the point you won't hear a breath out of him. he's just simply a grunter and a light growler. he won't be very vocal unless you want him too.

when he comes, thats when you hear the magic beautiful sounds. it depends on the type of sex, dynamic, and/or pace you two have set in, he’ll either grunt a dragged deep moan or a slight whimper that cascades into your ears as he spills out his load onto you.

“mm, shit, fuck, y/n, you feel so fucking good…fuck~”

ace

oh that loud ass motherfucker. if you expect him to quiet down, well you’re out of luck. even if you placed a gag on his mouth, he’ll still spill out the loudest moan any human could produce (please gag him, he actually loves it).

ngl he kinda is the type to give exaggerated noises, like im talking those very exaggerated moans that you would hear in those shitty pornos (that ace may or may not unironically enjoy).

if you want to illicit the most hottest whimper that spills out of his mouth, simply just stroke and tug on his wavy locks—he will definitely go feral over this simple manuever. his mouth would probably be wrapped around your nipples, and his muffled moans could be heard on the outside, disturbing whoever’s nearby.

“mm—pfah! you think you can cover my mouth, baby?! huh?! think again—oo FUCK!~”

sanji

another loud boy. maybe not as loud as ace, but definitely can be loud if he needs to be.

he’ll honestly let out the most cutest and hottest moans any person can produce, it can even border into whimpering. he does get embarrassed when he gets super loud though, so keep a gag nearby if needed.

he’ll, however, take pride that only you can push him into the edge and let him produce music to your ears, much to the dismay of the crew. he’ll sometimes purposely moan out loud if it means to piss off zoro and keep him up from his slumber, leaving the green mosshead disgruntled and disgusted.

“oh~oh my god! y/n! you feel so—fuck!”

zoro

zoro’s a grunter. next.

no but in all seriousness, he does seem like a grunter and the type to give you dirty talk. he, like law, is not that talkative but he’ll say the most filthiest of shit in your ears that will leave you melting under his touch.

he’ll also maybe taunt you by groaning along with you with a smirk as he looks down at your wet parts.

“aww, you want my cock that badly?… well you might have to beg for it”

kid

jesus this man is crazy in bed. he strikes me as the type to be a growler. he seems to me to be very animalistic as he rails you like there’s mo tomorrow.

i can see him pinning your hips down as he thrusts himself into you, throwing his head back, letting out the loudest growls and groans as he speeds himself up. he’ll probably start talking in haste manner as well as soon as he feels himself getting closer to let his waterfall out.

“c’mon.. fucking, c’mon! you better come for me. come for me. come for me. come for me—grrr FUCK!”

characters are owned by oda. i will not tolerate nor accept translation, reposts on other websites, or plagiarism. divider made by mmadeinheavenn.

[deerspherestudios]

Just played your mushroom game on a complete whim and ended up sitting and consuming content of Mychael for 2 hours (or until I was severely dehydrated/j) straight!He damn near immediately because my favorite VN character, even surpassing characters I've liked for like a year now!

My question is would Mychael ever consider raising more livestock, like pigs and cows for meat and milk? Ducks, maybe? Or does he not have the stomach to butcher animals himself now that he has 3 hens as pets after not being able to make fried chicken with em? I can see him resisting the urge to get some more livestock knowing he'll just get attached <3

Love your game! Keep it up, and I hope soon I'll be able to support you in whatever way I can :)

I think he'd love to have cows! But he feels like it'll be a lot of work to keep a cow comfortable and happy in the forest where he lives when he can get milk and meat during his trips into town. The companionship would be nice but in the long run he doesn't think he's ready for that burden yet, unlike smaller animals like his chickens.

Have something I drew a year ago though! <3

[orcelito]

Maybe. I could try to draw Dohalim

......later

[ariestrxsh]

⚠️ content warning: ⚠️ smut, masturbation, fingering, praise, corruption of innocence

✍️ Summary: ✍️ You keep experiencing a tingly wet sensation between your legs, and you ask your best friend Matt to help you figure out how to get rid of it.

show me how part one

"Matt, I think I need to go to a doctor," you looked at Matt wide-eyed and concerned. The two of you were sitting on your bed in your room on your fluffy pink comforter, sitting side-by-side. "Why do you think that?" Your best friend Matt asked with a sympathy in his voice, rubbing your back. "I'm so embarrassed to say. I'm only telling you because I trust you, and I need a second opinion on whether I should go get checked out or not," You bit your lip while you looked up innocently at him. "What's the matter? You can tell me anything," he caressed your cheek. You looked at him nervously.

"I think something's wrong down there," you confided in him, lowering your voice. "How do you mean? What's the problem?" He asked, looking at you inquisitively. "It's hard to describe.. it starts to throb and get all wet, and it makes me think about things I wouldn't normally think about. It's almost like an itch that I can't quite scratch," you responded, looking down at your feet. "Does it feel that way right now?" He wanted to know, starting to stare at your lips. You nodded. "Is it okay if I show it to you? I just want to make sure nothing's wrong," you asked him, your face beginning to blush. "Of course, sweetheart," Matt smirked.

You stood up, reached under the skirt of your pink dress, and slowly pulled down your lace panties. You sat back down on the bed, facing Matt, and you lifted your dress and spread open your legs so he could get a better look. You watched Matt's reaction while his gaze danced over your sleek sex. "Wow, you're so wet," he commented. His eyes widened, and he licked his lips. "I know. That can't be normal. And it feels all tingly," you confided in him, wearing your concern on your face. He couldn't help but study the view before him. The way you were looking at him urgently, the way your legs parted, and the way you were exposing your shaven pussy to him, it was intoxicating.

"Oh, princess. This is perfectly normal. I promise. You don't need to see a doctor," Matt assured you, admiring what he saw and placing a hand on your thigh to spread you open even further. "Normal? Well, how do I take care of it?" You bit your lip. "Well, you can either wait it out, and it'll eventually go away, or you can be proactive about it, and make it go away faster," Matt looked up at you with his hungry blue eyes. "It's such an uncomfortable feeling. I want it gone as soon as possible," you said, peering down at the wetness.

"Have you ever touched yourself, princess?" Matt asked, picturing the glorious sight in his head, his voice becoming more sensual as he spoke to you. "You mean, down there?" You innocently asked, and Matt nodded. "No, I don't think so," you admitted. "You'd know if you had," he chuckled. "Here, let me show you what to do."

He gripped your thighs and pulled you closer to him, and you let out a small squeal as he manhandled you. He tugged you from a sitting position to a reclined position, and your head rested on the soft, pink pillow beneath you. He got down between your legs with his face only a few inches from it, and he began to spread open your pussy to examine how pretty it looked up close. "You're just really turned on, princess. It happens to everyone. All you've gotta do, is take your fingers, and start playing with it, like this," he whispered, teasing your slit with his touch.

"Oh wow," you responded to the sensation. "You really are wet, sweetheart. Has anyone ever touched you down here before?" He wondered, and you shook your head. "Well, I'm honored to be the first. I'm gonna make it feel so good for you," he whispered, smiling up at you. He loved that he got to the first set of fingers that ventured into your most intimate parts and that he even got to teach you about them.

"You feel this little spot right here, princess?" Matt cooed, brushing the tip of his finger across your clit. You let out a soft whine and shook your head yes at him. "That's your clitoris. You know there are more nerve endings right here than anywhere else in your body?" Matt continued to stroke it, applying a little more compression. You could barely focus on responding because you were so enveloped in your pleasure. All you could do was reply with a few whimpers. "That's why it feels so good when I play with it," he devilishly smiled up at you.

"The best part is, you can do it yourself, and the more you practice, the better you'll get at it," he said in a breathy voice. "And I can do it whenever I want?" You naively asked, your eyes lighting up. "I mean, kind of," he chuckled. "Just don't do it in public or if other people are around. Some people consider it rude," he warned you. "Can I do it in front of you?" You wondered. "Oh, princess. Of course you can. Anytime," Matt grinned mischievously at you. "Can I try right now?" You asked, eager to learn how to make yourself feel as good as Matt made you feel. "Yes, please do," he whispered.

You enthusiastically reached between your legs. "Oh my god. It's so wet. My hand just slips around on it," you said in shock. He loved how responsive and innocent you were, surprised and entertained by every new touch. You rubbed yourself with the lightness of a feather, and it felt nice, but not as good as when Matt had done it. Your expression changed to one of concentration mixed with a bit of frustration.

"What's wrong, princess?" Matt watched intently while your fingers discovered your bundle of nerves for the first time. "It's not as good as when you did it," I looked down at him, defeated. "That's okay, sweetheart. You just gotta try out different techniques. Play with the pressure. Figure out what you like. Like this," he whispered as he guided your hand and pushed down a bit. "Oh," you whined as he helped you find the pressure you liked. "Good girl," Matt responded, noticing the change in your demeanor. "Now play around with the speed. Do you like it fast or slow?" He asked you, and so you started to test it out. You worked your fingers faster, but it didn't give you the incredible feeling you were chasing, so you slowed down, covering a little more surface area.

Your mouth fell open, and the muscles in your forehead relaxed. "There you go. Now play around with the shapes that you draw, princess," Matt suggested. Instead of just rubbing your clit up and down, you started to play with it horizontally, which sent a wave of pleasure through your body. "Try making circles," Matt proposed, biting his lip. You let out a few satisfied moans as you made slow, powerful, counter-clockwise circles on your clit, and Matt couldn't keep his eyes off you. He was watching in real time as you figured out exactly how you liked having your pussy played with, and you couldn't have done it without him.

The more you teased your sweet cunt, the wetter you got. "Is it normal for me to be this wet?" You inquired. "Yes, sweetheart. It's gonna get wetter as you play with it until you're done," he advised me. "How come?" You asked, still playing with your sensitive nub. "Your body does that, so that if you wanted to put something in here, it goes in easily," Matt rested his finger on your entrance. "Why would I wanna do that?" You asked, looking skeptically at Matt. "Because it feels really good," Matt smiled up at you. "Really?" You wondered, your eyes growing wide, imagining how you possibly feel better than you already do. "Keep playing with your pretty pussy, princess. I'm gonna show you how good it feels to have something inside you," Matt responded. "It might be a little painful at first. Just bare with me, okay? Once you get used to it, you're gonna feel so good," Matt promised.

He took his middle finger and gently massaged your hole before slowly burrowing it inside you. You winced at the pressure you felt as he slipped it in. "Oh, sweet girl, you're so tight," Matt gasped as he felt the way you clenched around him. He was gentle with you, ever so tenderly beginning to curl his finger inside and working it back and forth. After a few minutes, your pained cries turned to desperate moans. "You feel good, pretty girl?" He murmured. "Yes, so good," you whispered, rubbing your clit and looking into Matt's eyes while he slowly thrust his finger into your virgin hole. "I'm gonna try to put one more in, okay? Same thing, it's gonna sting for a second, but if you can hold on for a few minutes, it's gonna feel even better than it does right now," his blue eyes locked on yours while he inserted his ring finger as well.

Matt's words held true. A couple minutes later, both his digits were working in and out of you, and you were whimpering fervently as the pain melded into pleasure. "Oh, Matt. You're making me feel so good," you cried out as you began to buck your hips and ride his fingers. The circles you drew on your clit became tighter and faster. Watching the way you couldn't hold still or keep quiet was driving Matt insane. He admired the way you started leaking onto his digits in the midst of you chasing for that sweet feeling of relief.

His erection was pinned against the bed beneath him while he watched you come undone for the very first time. An unfamiliar experience overcame you. It was overwhelming and earth-shattering. Your whole body shuddered while you released all your built up tension, and you were in shambles, moaning uncontrollably between Matt's fingers deep in your cunt and yours rubbing small, fast circles on your clit. Your climax hit you in powerful waves as Matt got lost in you, your sweet sounds, your gaze fixed on his, and how gorgeous you looked when you finally let go and gave in to the sensation. You death-gripped the soft pink blanket underneath you with your free hand while you began rhythmically pulsating around his fingers as you finished onto them. "Oh, Matt," you whispered as you started to come down from your high. Your body had been waiting your whole life to feel that way.

"It worked. All the tension is gone, and it felt amazing. Thank you," you said breathlessly. "Good girl. You taste so sweet," he cooed, licking his fingers clean while he held eye contact. I blushed. "Thanks for teaching me," you smiled at him. "Of course. You deserve to feel good. The next time you get all turned on, use those tricks I taught you, and then tell me how it goes," Matt said with a twinkle in his eye.

part two posted here 💖

[steddieas-shegoes]

nice enough

for @steddiemicrofic prompt 'shower'

rated m | 399 words | cw: implied sexual content, blood and injury | tags: eddie munson lives, post-vecna, flirting, implied getting together

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"Is a shower really the priority here?" Steve asks as Eddie's stitched up on his couch. "He's not even conscious."

Nancy glares at him as Robin hands her more gauze to wipe away some of the blood from his neck. Surprisingly, the bites on his neck weren't deep at all, there were just so many, it looked like he'd been mauled by a bear.

"We need to wash as much of this stuff off so he doesn't get an infection. I can't even see all his injuries under the blood and dirt," she explains as if he should've known that.

He shrugs and walks to the only bathroom downstairs, grabs a clean towel from under the sink, and starts the water, hoping that the water will at least get warm enough that Eddie doesn't have to shiver his way to cleanliness. He turns off the main light, only leaving the dull shower light on so that if Eddie manages to wake up, he won't be blinded by a bright light.

Eddie's not awake enough to walk to the bathroom, so as soon as he gets the all clear from Nancy, Steve lifts him carefully into his arms and bridal carries him to the running shower. It's not too hot-- he doesn't think it would feel great on the open wounds-- but it's warm enough that there's a layer of steam on the mirror.

He doesn't know how to get Eddie's pants off without setting him on the floor, and he doesn't think that's very dignified, so he gently nudges his forehead against the top of Eddie's head to try to rouse him.

"Eddie? Think you can stand for 20 seconds?"

Except it'll have to be longer won't it? He can't hold Eddie in the shower and wash him off at the same time, and he isn't asking one of the girls to do it.

"Or maybe 5 minutes?"

Eddie doesn't budge.

"Okay then."

Steve manages to sit him down against the wall and hold him up with one hand while he unbuttons his jeans.

"Tryna get into my pants, Stevie?"

"Sure, now you wake up." Steve rolls his eyes, but can't hide the smile on his face.

"Couldn't miss this. Might be the only time your hands are near my dick."

"Depends how nice your dick is."

"'S nice enough."

Steve looks down and laughs. "Yeah, it's nice enough."