#silly straw ab

[mx-nada]

...we need a straw gang meeting!!! STRAW GAAANG!!!

[lemoneon9000]

this was supposed to be just a silly screenshot redraw doodle. but i ended up spending the last 4 hours making a finished piece.

[noeythenobody]

GUYS LOOK ITS SILLY STRAW IRL

[luffy-addict-author]

HOT THINGS THEY DO

(OP CHARACTERS)

FT: luffy, zoro, sanji, law, ace. -part 1-

-LUFFY, manspreading. he is not aware of it or it's intentional, he just does it and it drives you crazy. after a long battle, his weight drops on the couch, head falling back on the top of the couch, huffing out raged breaths as he sits to regain his energy though only you are a much too aware of his legs parting open while on of his palm rest on his thigh and they are a little too wide that you are looking away with a burning face, feeling silly. 

-ZORO, training. you can't help but stare at him as his muscular frame swings the huge dumbbell, striking the air loudly while drops of sweat roll down his muscles. zoro's hand reaches down to pick up the white towel, running it slowly down his face, careless of your eyes catching in attention to his biceps bulging heavily at the movement as his chest rises up and down rapidly.

-SANJI, loosening his tie. when it's a hot day or just before a battle, sanji's hand drifts up to get ahold of the head of his black tie, tilting his head up just the slightest while dragging his hand down, undoing the perfectly folded tie. your mouth part opens, absolute amazed at the elegance in his movement. when he catches you peering at him, he hums, a smile just at the edge of his lips.

-LAW, running a hand through his hair. it's thankful to the straw hats that law's whole body is mentally exhausted and of course that's not good but when he takes a seat down, his shoulders dropping down and a hand coming up to take off his hat then running a full hand through his jet black locks, shuffling them once before releasing them to be messy, pupils flicking up when he senses your attention on him, an eyebrow raised and with him at that state, your blood boils hot, warmth gathering in your cheeks.

-ACE, waking up with sweatpants hanging a little too low. each time these days, when ace wakes up after you, he is usually walking around to find you first, informed of his sweatpants urgently low on his hips, revealing his v-line and a perfect full view of his abs while he purposely drags a hand through his hair, flustering you farther than he planned to.

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[tasteracha]

bite me.

a/n: you give in to the urge to bite minho, and quickly learn why that wasn’t a good idea.

warnings: contains smut - MINORS DNI. pet names, reader is called good girl, orgasm denial

the first time you do it, it’s really because you can’t resist the urge. you’ve been thinking about it lately, about biting his skin outside of leaving hickeys all over him just because you can. he’s sitting with you, your body curled up around his side as he reads a novel with gold rimmed glasses on his face and -

you can’t stop yourself from sinking your teeth into his bicep, the part you can reach right under the sleeve of the tight workout t-shirt he’s been in for the past few hours.

he looks at you with a side eye, quirking a brow at you as if he was amused. he very well could be, you’re sure you make quite the vision with your teeth still locked into his skin as you drool a bit. he goes back to his reading once you detach yourself and go back to playing games on your phone, and that was that.

except, it wasn’t.

it hits you again when you’re grocery shopping for dinner, right in the middle of the dairy aisle while he internally debates which non-dairy milk would make the best sauce for the pasta he’s chosen to make. he looks so cute, pretty lips pursed into a pout shrouded under the hood he has pulled up over his head, small tufts of hair peeking out around his eyes. you’re already standing so close, your head is practically over his shoulder and you lean in a little more and let your teeth latch onto his muscle. you mostly get a mouthful of hoodie material, so you bite just a little bit harder and he yelps a little, shuddering under you.

you let the material leave your mouth, spitting out bits of lint and frowning at the dryness. he looks at you as if to say it’s your own fault, and you stick your tongue out at him.

“really?” he says, his face stern but his tone teasing. “in public?”

“mm,” you admire the wet patch you left on his shoulder. “couldn’t help it.”

it’s his own fault he’s so biteable, is what you don’t say.

the last straw breaks when you’re washing dishes together after dinner. he’s soaping and you’re drying, and he’s teasing you with small flicks of water in your direction every time you turn. you retaliate by swatting him with a towel several times until he takes it from you and says he’ll finish it up himself if you’re going to be silly.

silly. as if he didn’t start it in the first place.

you resort to wrapping your arms around his waist from behind as he works, enjoying the flex of his abs whenever he has to scrub particularly hard at a certain spot. his neck is right there though, and you can’t be blamed for the way your mouth moves to bite at the vein there. this isn’t the first time you’ve bitten him today, but it is the first time he reacts to it.

he turns abruptly, ripping himself out of your arms as he calmly dries his hands with the towel you were using to swipe his ass earlier. he puts it down, stalking towards you like a predator.

“so you want to be playful tonight, kitten?” he says as he backs you up against the counter behind you. his hands come to brace either side of you. trapping you in place, and you’re mesmerized by the way the veins pop in his forearms. his eyes are dark, hooded and almost dangerous, and you can feel your own pulse skyrocket. “bad kitties get punished, you know that right?”

if he were a cat, his claws would certainly be out.

he dips in for a kiss, looming over you and making you arch your back to keep up with him. it’s deep, dirty, his tongue is prodding at your bottom lip and you can’t do anything else but let him in. his hands move to your waist, fingers digging in just right and he bends down a bit to hike you up onto the counter and you moan into his mouth and take his bottom lip between your teeth and -

he stops.

a whine claws out from the back of your throat and you stare at him in annoyance.

“you just can’t stop, can you?” he says, clicking his tongue while he looks at you in pity. his voice is sharp and mocking and it sends flames licking up your spine. “pretty baby can’t even control herself.”

oh. you bit him, again?

“in front of me.” he orders, guiding your body away from the counter to lean against his, your back flush against his chest. you can feel his hard-on against your ass, but he makes no move to do anything about it.

you gulp - it’s sinking in that this does not bode well for you.

he pushes his hands under your shirt, hands smoothing their way up your stomach to reach your breasts. he fondles your breasts a bit, pushing out a moan from you and you tip your head back to rest against him.

without warning, he pinches both of your nipples hard, making you gasp and double over. or, you try, but his strong arms keep you locked into place while he unrelentingly squeezes your skin between his fingers. it burns, the sensation taking over your entire body, making your eyes roll back.

“feels good?” his voice is dark and low and sickly sweet, right in your ear. you moan in response, squirming to get away. he squeezes harder when you don’t answer, and tears begin to prick in your eyes. “i asked you a question, didn’t i?”

“y-yes!” you push out, salty tears slipping out when he relents and lets go, rubbing at your stomach in an apology. your breath is trembling and your legs are shaking, and his touch grounds you as you calm down.

“are you going to be good now?” he says, hands drifting down towards your waistband. your breath hitches as you nod; it’s his way of asking are you okay? should we keep going? do you want to stop? “that’s my good girl.”

he nuzzles your neck with his nose as he pushes your pants down, fingertips creeping into your panties. his other arm comes up to wrap around your chest, and you reach up to grip at his forearm.

he starts slowly, parting your folds and sneaking his digits inside, the wetness you’ve accumulated helping them slide along your clit. you breathe out a moan when he circles around it in teasing circles, the pressure light against you.

“f-faster,” you croak, voice hoarse, “harder.”

you’re surprised when he actually listens. his fingers almost flutter with how quickly they work you, and with how turned on you’ve been since this started you’re close already. you clutch harder at his arm, moving it down and it brushes against your nipples, still sore and sensitive from his brutal treatment earlier. the feeling sends you over the edge, and you’re riding out the waves of pleasure and grinding down against his hand as they crescendo. you breathe harshly, waiting for him to stop moving his fingers so you could relax and bask in the afterglow of your orgasm.

except, he doesn’t stop. he keeps going, with more fervor than before, fingers moving to dip inside of you and curl into your heat at a brutal pace. he knows exactly where to move his fingers, knows the contours of your body better than anyone: a blessing and a curse. you can almost feel the smirk he’s wearing against your neck before he sinks his teeth into your neck.

you’re shaking in overstimulation, the feeling almost too much, on the edge of painful, until it slowly morphs back into burning pleasure. you’re panting against his skin, nails digging into his arm as you hold on for dear life. you don’t feel any part of your body that he isn’t touching, can’t feel how hard you’re holding onto him, can’t feel your bare feet on the floor. you feel your high coming up again, too much too soon, the lack of control leaving you reeling as he takes what he wants from you.

until he stops. again.

“no!” you cry out, slumping against him as the waves of pleasure weaned back. you let out a sob, utterly confused and desperate, in need of something. he slaps your pussy lightly, one, two, three times, punching cries out of you with every strike.

“oh, baby,” he croons, “you didn’t think your punishment was done, did you?”

[luveline]

hi jade! this is kind of a random request but I was wondering if for ur zombie!au you would write where something happens that reminds reader of the guy that kidnapped her at the college a while after it happened and she’s upset she’s still thinking ab him but Steve comforts her and it’s all fluffy sorry if this is too specific love u!

zombie au —steve comforts you through the panic of a bad memory. fem, 1.3k

The tent is quiet. You've taken the blankets out while the sun is high, having washed them and needing her help to get them dry again, and your collective belongings make a meagre pile in one corner. If you wanted, you could lay down flat. 

Might as well, you decide. The ground is far from unfamiliar, no rock nor pebble capable of disturbing you. 

Your back aches, your neck worse, and an hour or two of sleep would do you good no matter how unforgiving the floor is, but it isn't your comfort that's the problem. You hear a skittering sound and throw your gaze to one corner of the tent. A footstep, and your attention is drawn to the other. 

It's hard to relax without a lap to hide your face in, or a rough, familiar hand in the curve of your neck. 

You're not sure where Steve is today. It's like that here, sometimes. You'll be told to do one thing and sent to do another, and while you'd been sent home ages ago, he's still out, and so is Robin. 

You miss her a lot lately. She's not around much. To think you hadn't trusted her when you first met… it's all silly looking back. You couldn't believe she wanted to be your friend until after she'd— 

Connor. 

You bite your cheek and try not to think about it. You'd found it hard to trust Robin until she, with Steve (and few others) came to find you. When Connor stole you. Paralysed with fear, you'd walked miles in the cold, his pistol a threat tucked into his jeans. 

The memories surface one at a time like barbs emerging from a slow sand. How stupid you were. How scared. And Connor ‘The Creep’, how cruel he'd been, the crush of his hand on your face and the way he'd thrown your head back into a wall. The disorientation, the ache of your wrists, the claustrophobia. All of it. 

You raise your hand to your face and feel for the scars. They're miniscule now, practically invisible. They would've faded completely if they hadn't gotten infected. Your index nail catches on the worst one near your mouth and feels back and forth the length of it with a morbid sense of otherness. 

It hadn't taken much for him to do whatever it was he wanted to do. If Steve hadn't cared enough to look for you, Connor would've done much worse. You'd been completely and totally helpless, and that feeling isn't one the heart likes to remember. Your pulse climbs, climbs, races, a sudden pressure in your throat like you might gag. You hurry into a sitting position with a hand on your heart, the other screwed into the floor of the tent, and struggle to draw breath. Each inhale feels like you've pulled it through a narrow straw. 

He must hear it from outside of the tent. “Y/N?” Steve asks worriedly, his voice before his face, though his face swiftly follows as he brushes aside the tents opening to find you. “What's wrong?” 

You wave a hand at him weakly. 

He climbs in, the clay of the river mud thick on his shoes and hard not to think of as he kneels at your side. “Hey,” he says, his hand on your wrist, eyebrows tugged down into a deep furrow. “Why are you panicking? You're okay.” 

“I'm fine.” 

“Yeah, you are.” He smiles, barely, giving your hand a weak squeeze. “You're fine. So let's breathe.” 

Steve takes big, deep breaths for you to follow. You fail to copy him, but it doesn't matter. His being here is enough to feel safe again, to be here, and not a hundred miles northward, huddled and crying in an abandoned cabin thinking you'd never get to go home. 

“Ah,” you say, unintelligible sputter, chest aching like a wound, “sorry, sorry,” —you duck your head— “sorry.” 

“Would you–” 

“I'm sorry.” 

“Stop it.” He ducks his head low to find you, hand searching for your other, bringing both to hold atop your knees. “What's the matter, huh? Why are you freaking out?” 

He speaks gently, but betrays his own panic with a bad habit, the slightest quirk of his mouth. 

“It won't make sense.”

“Says who?” 

“It was a long time ago.” 

Steve's lips part. 

“It–” Your eyes ache, your throat too. “It's– It doesn't make any sense, I shouldn't be–” You shake your head. 

Steve lets go of your wrists. “Honey, it doesn't matter when it happened,” he says, measured, as though painting each word between you one by one. 

“I was just laying down and I was thinking about Connor. Why am I still thinking about him?” You stare hard at the spot between his eyes. “It's been so long since… My hands…” 

Steve's eyelashes flare with surprise, but he hides it quickly, a more solid expression of unhappiness taking place. “Aw, babe,” he says under his breath. He brings his fingers to your cheek and wipes up and down reassuringly. “I don't think you get to choose. We don't pick what stays around, right?” 

“I don't want to think about it at all.” You inhale too quick and Steve cups your cheek. 

“Relax,” he says, still so quiet. “Who cares why you're thinking about it? You're not doing anything wrong. You didn't do anything wrong.” He looks at you imploringly. “You know that, right?” 

“Yeah, of course I do. He wasn't well–” 

“No, he wasn't. And he hurt you, and if you think about it, that's okay. Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Can you–?” 

His smile softens. He wraps his arms around your waist, forcing you to go over his shoulders as he leans back to drag you in. You let the entirety of your weight sink into his grasp, sighing as he sighs, and breathing in again with his breath. His hair smells like the river, and his shirt is damp under your hands. He's cold, likely tired from a long day, but he doesn't give any indication to you that this is too much to have to deal with. If anything, you'd think he's quite enjoying himself, his sigh long and relieved. 

“Please don't panic about him,” he says into your collar. “Don't be scared. Nobody's ever getting near you like that again, I swear.” 

“I'm not scared.” Even if someone does get close, Steve's always gonna be right behind you. You know he'll fight to get you back. 

“Don't worry,” he says, pushing his face into your neck. “Sweetheart, please don't worry.” 

Sweetheart. You close your eyes and slouch into him like all the strength has left you. It's nice to just lean on him, and know he doesn't mind the weight. Despite everything, Steve loves you. 

“Sorry,” you say. For crying, and for having failed in the first place. 

He pushes you backward gently to take your face into two hands. 

“You get the wrong things wrong,” he says, smiling ruefully. “You know? You care about all the wrong things, and that's not– I'm not– I don't care. I don't care that you're upset about this, you don't have to be sorry for it, I just care that you're crying. We've talked about this before, haven't we? I'm sorry I haven't made it clear, but I'll keep trying, okay? And you need to keep telling me how you're feeling without thinking it's something to be sorry for.” 

You pout a little to stop from crying, tears anew in your waterline. To be loved by him is enough to put the past back in the past for now. “Do you ever stop talking?” you ask. 

“Nope,” he says, beaming at you as he wipes your cheek, “never. Not when I'm with you.” 

[rickittys]

𝐰𝐞𝐭 ‘𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫!

warnings: semi-public sex, pool sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up, sillys), semi-rough sex, teasing (i think that’s it?? pls lemme know if i missed any)

a/n: an absolutely ancient draft that i finished rq! first piece after my hiatus, hope i’m not too rusty :p

"hey matthew, do you wanna go out to eat lat-" you started before your sight was blinded by a wave of water. you screeched, whipped your head around, and glared at your boyfriend currently howling with laughter.

"hey!! the fuck was that for?" you yelled. he paused to catch his breath before paddling towards you.

"no reason, just enjoying being somewhere else that's wet with you," he purred, rubbing his nose against yours. he smiled at the eyeroll you displayed ("oh shut up...") as he motioned to hold you in the pool. the lukewarm water swayed around you both while you ran a hand through his wet locs and let it fall onto his toned shoulder and back. "damn, have you always looked this good? less clothing really does suit you," matthew muttered, eyeing you up and down.

"i think you're getting a bit thirsty, babe. maybe too much time in the pool..lemme go get some water for you," you said, trying to hide how flustered you were. you moved to wade to the edge before he grabbed you again. you felt the ridges of his abs press against your back while he hugged you.

"aww, running away so fast? you're no fun, baby," he pouted, kissing your shoulder. "stay with me a little longer? we could play around...get a little wetter?"

you giggled before you gently pushed him off of you. you turned around, quickly pressing your lips against him before swimming off. "be right back!"

once you reached the concrete edge, you looked over your shoulder at matthew as you slowly dragged your body out of the water. a naughty smile graced your lips seeing his eyes flash with want.

you jogged over to your poolside table and quickly sipped at your iced drink. playing with the straw, you turned to gaze at your partner. his muscular backside was turned towards you, glimmering with droplets. it flexed as he dove underwater again for strokes, suddenly giving you an idea.

watching the water carefully, you quickly stripped your swimsuit off, letting it fall to the ground. drink in hand, you skipped back to the pool's edge, gently stepping in and submerging yourself.

"matt, i'm back!" you singsonged, leaning against the pool wall. animatedly, his head popped out of the water, and he happily swam to your side.

"thanks, babe 'ppreciate it," he chirped while leaning over and planting a kiss on your cheek. while he played with the straw between his teeth, his hand underwater moved to give your ass a brief squeeze but froze when he felt no fabric covering it. his eyes snapped to meet yours.

"wait wait wha-?" he began, eyes widening. you grinned, perking your bare ass against his hand.

"just a super special skinny dipping surprise supreme, matty," you purred, loving the attention. his eyes hungrily ran over your nude figure upon realization. setting the drink down, he pressed your back against the wall and held your legs to wrap around his waist. you cocked an eyebrow, challenging his thirsty gaze. "well? whatcha gonna do about it?"

he felt your bare pussy throb against his torso and pressed his nose against yours breathing heavily. "gonna do so many things to you that you'll be too fucked out to remember after how good i'm fucking you," he growled. you yelped as he pulled you out of the water and sat you down on the pool edge, nestling between your spread thighs and crashing his lips against yours.

“matt-!” you squealed. biting back moans, you arched your chest against matthew’s, relishing the hot hickeys he was planting on your neck and tits. you squirmed against his growing bulge, slightly humping against it. he hissed as you reached down to palm it, cupping and squeezing it in your hands.

“fuck it,” he muttered, hastily shoving his trunks down. you gasped as he tightly gripped your thigh while rubbing his cock head against your folds. a long quick kiss almost distracted you from his dick pushing past your entrance, slowly filling your pussy.

“m-matthew, fuck..” you whimper against his neck, digging your nails into his shoulders. hushed curses fell from your lips as he began thrusting rhythmically into you, water clapping around him. he chuckled between his groans, leaning to look into your eyes.

“all that time in the pool and you’re still this wet? so tight too, angel. making this so easy for me,” he purred before pounding harshly into you. you screamed out, holding his shoulders as you trembled, legs weakly holding his hips.

throwing your head back, your eyes crossing dumbly as your cunt clenched his thick cock. through the brain fog, matthew’s voice was clear- “cmon, baby. wanna make you cum. imagine who might be watching, hm? wanna give them a show? show them how good i’m fucking you full?”

[deafenedsaltwater]

So, the new AB episode, am I right?

I think for a humanized straw gang, it would be something related to ponytails

Cane's cup w sun hat made me happy and reminded me of my Airy gijinka so my autism spat this out. I don't actually have a lot to say for this

I think they would be friends, Airy would honestly take any kind of interaction, and Cane's cup seems sweet enough to go along with allat. Airy might've brought him to the plane first, experimenting with bringing objects from other worlds, etc, and Cane's Cup was most willing to stay and thus won.

Cane's cup would be the kind of gardener to post glamorous pics on insta or something. He is shirtless. That ring around his neck is kind of like the one at the bottom of his cup in the og design.. no idea why I really added it

This is my first time really posting my full Airy gijinka, so notes for him - he made the hat, the dangles are just autism dangles that he fidgets with. The knob became a pouch of some kind, which he probably also made. Anything with the green cat tail stems in it is something I imagine Airy created during his isolation. He probably had different clothing when he first arrived, but over time, they were damaged, and he got a lot of crafty practice. Hoe doesn't wear shoes and doesn't cut his hair. He brushes his hair, though only sometimes, because I'm projecting.

And my shitty background attempt

I didn't intend this to be a full drawing, here's what I was originally going to leave it at

I'll prolly post the timelapse on the ba-ding double tea app

Thank you to everynyan in silly cat server and the pwish server for motivating me

Edit (6/14/24): I'm going to add the timelapse here as well, with the music, so it's the same general experience as 🍵🍵. If you wanna support me there, you can find the link through my strawpage

[annisassintchaska]

please do toto wolff!! 🫶

Finally Together Again: Toto Wolff x Ex-Wife!Black!Reader

TW: Age Gap-Reader is 28 years old

Y/n and Toto had been married for six years and had a son by the name Silas Wolff who is now four years old. Their marriage was once the kind that authors would write about in fictions or romance novels and poets would write rhymes for, until it wasn’t. Y/n had allowed her family to push themselves in, convincing her that their age gap was too wide and that he was too busy all the time and that their child was being neglected because of it with a lot of other reasons that poisoned her mind against her now ex-husband. For Toto is was kind of a similar case where he was told that she was too young for him and that she’d leave for someone younger, that she would be demanding all his attention which would cause him to slack from his job amongst other things. This caused a huge split in their lives due to arguments and fights, ignoring each other and even leaving for days at a time on rare occasions. The last straw was a third miscarriage since they were trying for another child where months later they decided to call it quits.

Their baby boy Silas was deeply affected by this as he wasn’t used to living in separate houses and having to see one parent at a time and so his behaviour drastically changed for the bad. He was usually very talkative around his parents, making silly kids jokes and wanting to be apart of everything going on, yet these days he seemed to be distant and shy almost very uninterested and dull.

It was Toto’s weekend to have Silas seeming that he is homeschooled he’s able to travel anywhere. Toto had joke gotten him ready to go to the paddock and was putting on his own shoes when he heard his son sniffling. Looking back he saw the tears pooling me immediately picked him up. “Silas buddy, what’s wrong, you not feeling well? You don’t wanna go with me?” He asked fearing that it might be the first option. “I wanna go but I want mommy. I miss having her with us” The little one whimpered as the tears finally fell as he was now full on wailing in his daddy’s arms. Toto had no idea what to do in this situation so the best thing he could think of was to call the most needed person right now, his ex-wife.

Lewis had came and gotten Silas as Toto finally called, the phone ringing a couple time before being answered. “Hello, Toto is everything okay?” Y/n asked in concern as he never once called while he was the one on duty. “Not really, Silas had a meltdown concerning you not being here. It is possible that you could come to the paddock today so we could sort this out?” He asked not wanting to pull her from work. “Yeah, I have nothing to do today so I’ll be there in about an hour” Y/n replied before goodbyes were said and the phones hung up.

An hour later exactly, Y/n was spotted walking through the paddock as she quickly made her way to the Mercedes Garage. “Mommy, you came!” Yelled the four years old as he ran into his mother’s arms. “Hi my baby, where’s daddy and why are you out here without him?” She asked in panic mode that he was left alone but was calmed when her son said. “Your here with Sir Uncle Lewis, he took me on a paddock walk. Daddy is in his office” the child explained. Y/n made her way towards the office going straight in and closing the door behind her with the lock. “Hey, you finally made it” Toto declared as he observed how much more beautiful his wife had become. He admired her pretty bared face (her beautiful brown eyes and luscious full soft lips), her sumptuous full breasts thanks to pregnancy, her thick luscious thighs supporting her widely defined hips. “Yeah, I stopped on the outside since I saw him there.” Y/n replied as she admired the man that she was still in love with. His pretty unruly hair, his natural and beautifully aging face, his impressively sculptured body(his lean upper muscles including his printed abs through the team shirt, his long veiny hands and long legs that look like they could go on forever.

“Alright buddy, I managed to get mommy to come here, so you can speak to us now as we’re listening” Toto urged the young boy to communicate his feelings. “I don’t like this. I wondered why daddy wouldn’t come to the house after work but mommy explained that you two were divorced and so our family is divided. I don’t want that because I like having you both together with me. I see all my other friends online with their parents who fight a lot but they aren’t divorced so why are you different?” The little boy who was very wise for his age expressed, breaking his parents’ hearts as they didn’t want their son to be unhappy. “Bubba, daddy and I are separated because we fight way more than your friends’ parents. We are very distant and that isn’t a happy marriage. We were unable to stay that way as it would damage both mommy and daddy” Y/n explained as the little shook his head in understanding. “I understand, my happiness isn’t the only thing that matters so as long as my parents are safe I’m no longer sad” Silas said as he hugged his parents at once before running off to go find his aunty Angela or one of his uncles (Bono, Lewis or George).

The silence in the room was so loud that it was actually heard by the people occupying the space. “I can’t do this anymore. I thought about this before, about how stupid we were to let other people who didn’t know anything about our love ruin our marriage, but it just became real to me after listening to our son. I’ve always loved you and I still do, I also know that you still love me as well so why are we hiding from our feelings and playing around?” Toto questioned as he stared the 5’2 woman down. “Toto, I want to get back together but I can’t risk us hurting our son again. You saw how he is, just imagine what he’d be like if we made him go through this again?” Y/n spoke with fear in her voice at the thought of her son revisiting this traumatic experience once again.

“I promise you it won’t happen again, we’ll get back together but we keep it private, no one will know a thing. We reserve ourselves until our family is at home alone.” Toto suggested. “That sounds amazing, I would agree to that but we’d have to get married all over again” Y/n frowned not wanting t have to plan anything. “No we don’t. Just to let you know, we are still married as I never signed the divorce papers for it to be finalized” Toto boasted as he took the ring from his briefcase and slipped it onto Y/n’s hand as she stood there dumbfounded at his confession.

After this day, the couple stayed true to their agreement as they kept their reconciliation a secret from the world, including their families, just living happily and grateful that they are finally together again.

[tortoisebore]

I just saw your post abt chapter 8 so naturally i have to ask what kind of drunk are the marauders? (Ex: Happy drunk, sad drunk, horny drunk etc..)

i’m finally starting to get caught up on these again eeeeeeeeeeeeeee i love this one 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 (just doing remus & sirius or else this would be 5,000 words)

i feel like everyone has four phases of drunk. and every kind of drunk is different like wine drunk does not equal tequila drunk but for consistency’s sake let’s say this is a typical night out, we’re ordering an uber bc we’re all planning on getting fully drunk tn, we’re doing cocktails, we’re having fun

sirius is a party girl & has a pretty decent tolerance but once the third drink hits he’s on a downward spiral. he starts off very excitable—he’s happy to be here, he’s happy you’re here, he’s happy there’s a drink in everyone’s hand. phase two is the dancey phase. if the music is bad he’s just doing a little shimmy at the bar but if it’s good he’s physically dragging ppl onto the dance floor. if there’s not a dance floor he’s making one. remus hasn’t had anywhere close to enough to drink to dance by the time sirius is this phase of drunk so when sirius makes a beeline for him and pulls at his arm he’s all “oh my god sirius stop i’m not going to dance fuck off you’re so embarrassing” but sirius is like “SORRY CANT HEAR U OVER ALL THIS DANCING 🕺🕺🕺 GET UR ASS UP RN 💃💃💃” and sometimes remus gives in then but sometimes he has to be deeper into his own drunk journey to get anywhere near a dance floor.

sirius’ phase 3 is horny bc everyone has a horny phase when they’re drunk. this phase starts at the tail end of his fourth drink—he’s at the bar & takes that last little sip out of the tiny cocktail straw and then he’s getting tunnel vision going “remus remus remus where’s remus oh my god look at him he’s so fuckidnf sexy how does he do it get a load of that sweater holy shit 🫦👹👺🤭😛🥰 hot damn that’s my bb 🤩🥵😳🫠🥴😋.” and remus is only on his second phase of drunk right now & they’re rarely at their own respective horny phases at the same so sirius’ advances are brushed off a bit. like he’s sliding in behind remus & sticking his hands up his shirt and whispering all sorts of shit into his ear like “c’mon let’s go to the bathroom” and “wanna make u feel good” and “i’ll do anything u want pls pls pls need u so bad pls” but remus is very much not on the same planet and he’s like “we’re not gonna fuck in the bathroom u beautiful silly goose!! 😄 that’s crazy!! 😁 omg 😍 ur so so pretty!! 😄 ur my bf & we’re in love 🥰 can u believe it!!”

and sirius is pouty about it for a minute but by the time he finishes his next drink he’s officially in phase four which is the “life is so beautiful i love u all so much” phase. about 50% of the time this involves crying and the other 50% it involves going around the room hanging off everyone’s arm & giving a speech about “you’re all just my favorite people i can’t believe i get to know u all you’re so beautiful i love my life.” and by this point remus is in deep enough to give in when sirius throws himself into his arms and gives him a little smile & says “☺️ do u wanna dance w me 🙂🥰” so they have a song and a dance or four or five before it’s time to go home.

remus’ four phases of drunk are a little more subdued. phase one is the loosey goosey phase, he’s relaxed and not thinking ab all the things that are stressing him out and he’s less snippy after a couple drinks. but phase two is the loud talking phase. he’s feeling good he’s feeling chatty. he wants to tell u in depth all about this documentary he saw the other day about ancient global architecture designed around the summer solstice. he’s gesturing with his hands and his eyes are all big and he’s talking way too fucking loud. like…… way too fucking loud. people are starting to look over remus pls can u lower ur voice just a little this is getting weird

phase three is an extension of phase two. he’s still feeling good feeling chatty but now he’s getting all sappy and sweet and giddy. he’s looking at sirius across the room like 🤩❤️🫶💕🥹🥰💓😘💞✨😍💖💓 and going “oh my god……oh my god. look at him. stunning” and sighing and waxing poetic to whoever’s next to him but there’s a 75% chance that it’s just a stranger at the bar. and then sirius comes over and he’s throwing himself all over remus going “need u so bad bby can we go home” and “i’m wearing that thing u like under here wanna see” but remus is too starry-eyed to take him up on it. like he’s not even rly listening bc he's too busy touching sirius’ face and watching the clips in his hair sparkle under the lights to do anything but gasp and ooh and ahh and be like “wow!! wow!! look!! at you!! oh!! my god!!”

but one more drink in and he’s officially entered his final horny phase, which is definitely less in-your-face than sirius’ but it’s about a hundred times more intense. normally sirius has simmered down a bit by the time remus’ phase four rolls around, but now remus is in deep enough to watch him a little more intently. like he’s giving less 🥰🤩💞✨😍💕 and more 😶🤤😵‍💫🥴🥵😏. and he’s not going to do much other than stare until they’re home (bc he’s absolutely not afraid of some pda but he’s possessive down to his bones & doesn’t want to risk anyone else watching sirius like that) and he always says he’s going to play it cool & keep them both in line until they’re out of there, but a few more sips of the right kind of liquor and it’s game over. so when sirius asks him to dance they’re 100% doing more touching and ogling and grinding than actual dancing bc the second remus gets his hands on sirius’ skin it’s lights out for his big ole brain, he’s running on caveman brain cells & caveman brain cells are just saying “pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty”

they’re probably getting kicked out of the club/bar eventually but like good for them go gays go !!

[twistmusings]

Mod Azul I just had the craziest idea. Can I request teaching Octanaville how to drive? Just,,, Octavinelle and cars in general LMFAO??? Would their flying ability transfer to their driving ability? Have a driving playlist on hand? Would they decorate their cars? Idk bestie Floyd could be a car guy... Maybe? Would they listen to our wisened driving advice, or just ignore us? Or fail? Or just completely freak lmao. Would they prefer us driving? You dont have to answer all of that lmao, Im just having a grand ol' time imagining this. They're just so,,,, so silly. Hope ur having a slay day lol <3

I've been laughing at this idea for like a week. I hope your day is spectacular.

Teaching Octavinelle how to Drive.

CW: Don't teach a fish to drive, it will end like if you give a mouse a cookie. Unsafe driving practices.

Azul Ashengrotto

If you value your life, you will not get into a vehicle with Azul Ashengrotto.

He could probably learn how to drive very well if he wanted to, but he lumps it in with flying as a 'surface dweller' thing that he probably won't be doing for all that long, so he doesn't really care to dedicate the time to it. It's pretty common in certain parts of Twisted Wonderland to never set foot in a car, so it's really not that surprising that he hasn't ever been in one.

So he doesn't want to learn how to drive, but would he be willing to give it a shot once or twice to see what it's like? Yes.

He needs complete silence when he's trying to drive because he's focusing so hard. He looks like he might pop a blood vessel and he's white knuckle gripping the wheel. Machines like this are very uncommon under the sea in general. Trying to drive a car for him would be like the average person trying to figure out how to fly a plane. He cannot for the life of him grasp why the left turn signal and right turn signal use a lever that goes up and down? How do you tell the pedals apart? What are all the buttons on the dash?? (One of them looks like the seat with bacon on it? There a button that looks like it's supposed to rotate the car? There's a light on the dash that just says "ABS", what do abdominal muscles have to do with driving?) What in the fuck is "PRNDL"? WHY IS THE ENGINE SO LOUD?? HOW COULD LAND DWELLERS POSSIBLY LISTEN TO MUSIC WITH ALL THIS OTHER STIMULI GOING ON???

His final straw that made him swear to never get behind the wheel of a car was him jumpscaring himself with the horn. He pressed against it not even realizing it was a thing and was so embarrassed at himself that he wanted to hide.

As for being a passenger... he handles it better but not well. He's less afraid but because he's not used to being in something that moves without him being the main method of motion, he gets severe motion sickness.

Azul likes the aesthetic of cars. He thinks certain kinds look super sleek and cool. However, he could never be a car guy, and not just for the reasons listed before. He wouldn't be able to maintain it: it's too messy. Cars use a lot of oil and grease, and all of that would make it extremely frustrating for him to try and do anything with one. Even trying to refuel a car would make him feel the need to scrub his hands because the smell of gasoline is repulsive to him.

Jade Leech

If you value your life, you will not get into a vehicle with Jade Leech.

For the safety of everyone around him, Jade was forced not to get his license. He actually finds cars to be rather cool concept, and would love to drive one.

Jade cannot grasp how to drive in any serviceable way no matter how hard he tries. Something about it doesn't click with him. He brakes like he's trying to strangle his passengers, he doesn't have good speed control, and he is terrible at paying attention to if he's in drive or reverse.

Curbs are the enemy. When he hits the curb he will laugh and exclaim something to the effect of it being "like bumper cars". It should not be like bumper cars. Someone please come get him.

He takes every turn on two wheels.

He's allergic to using his turn signal.

He gets very easily distracted from driving by the buttons on the dashboard.

"It's only illegal if I get caught."

He is also a godawful passenger. He is the biggest distraction in the car because his curiosity gets the best of him and he just starts fucking around with the buttons and knobs.

As soon as he realizes he can, he cranks the AC because he likes the feeling of cold air.

Floyd Leech

If you value your life, you will not get into a vehicle with Floyd Leech.

That being said, of the three, Floyd is the only one who is sometimes a good driver. So long as he's in the right headspace for it, he can drive very safely and responsibly. It's when he decides to freestyle it that you have to worry.

No one can tell him shit. Don't even try. If he's behind the wheel it's trial and error, and that's everyone else's problem. Vehicle operation laws are a suggestion. Godspeed to the brave, brave idiots who get into the passenger seat. However, despite this, he's very quick to pick up how to do it.

He actually does better driving with music. He gets into his own zone and the music give him enough stimulation to make him be able to focus on how to drive well. Plus it makes it feel fun for longer! He could probably last close to an hour and a half in the car driving just by listening to a bunch of fun music he can groove to.

He failed his first time getting his license because he 'wasn't feeling it'. He did eventually get it though! If for no other reason than just in case he needed it in an emergency. (Also to be the get-away driver if they need one.)

He is quick with the horn. And gets just a little road rage. Not enough to get violent but he definitely gets frustrated when people are driving too slow for his tastes.

"It's only illegal if I get caught" pt. II. He's less egregious about it than Jade, though.

No, it's when Floyd is a passenger that he is an actual nightmare to deal with. Being in a car all scrunched up with his long legs and not able to move around or do what he wants? That's basically his personal hell. He gets grouchy and snappy fast, and he will start fiddling or playing around and being distracting. He'll try and stick things out the windows to watch them flap against the windows, fuck around and stick legs up on the dash, and fuck with the radio settings to see what he can find.

When it comes to tinkering on cars, Floyd has middling interest in it. He would find it fun to do it a couple of times but it's not something he would have interest in long-term.

[glitterfartsprinkle]

please please tell us more about your off ocs im eating them up everytime i see them on my dash i do a little happy dance they are such intresting critters i will study them under a microscope

HUH. OH MY GOSH. OH OH OKAY UH. socks is angry now, at the director. i mean who isnt but i mean she tolerated hik but now she wants to kill him so bad. she now knows what happened to cheese due to eglu admitting what had happened/what he had seen (the horrors) and shes planning on killing him somehow (it doesnt end well for her, still developing that), eglu is. existing, hes better, just still very very sweaty and nervous always (we love hgim for that) but hes more comftorable and happy because pf his lovely director/husband. so yes theyre still very in love because i saud so, i might be retiring smir bnecause of the fact i just dont really, like his character anymore, to be honest pbj kind of replaced him? on the topic of pbj hes much more beastly/strange, he got burnt and it isnt pretty!! CHEESE (S A SPECTER. i posted his desgin earlier but he is sentient and non violent. he feeds on corpses though and watches eglu and socks, socks mostly dreams about him and ends up throwing up when she wakes up. dorris is doing bad. like, actually horrible. charlies inferno by that handsome devil horrible! she hates her position and hates what she does, she hates talking to dedan to report "insufficiant work" people actually taking breaks because theyre TIRED. dorris is going insane and rants to pablo because she thinks he cant speak or understand her (he does, obviously) and feeds him cow meat when shes able. edith is on her last straw of sanity, thats all i can say about her, but her and dorris are very in love so ill probably post about that more later, thats all i have to talk ab with them..

JK I HAVE MORE ABOUT EGLU. he is in the directors office 100% more of the time, he either goes there or he's called, he reports, he talks, or he sleeps. in his hands. because its silly! and eglu feels lioke hes walking on glass with only socks to protect his feet. ill report more later teehee!!

[sluttery-withoutshame]

Just trying to put Eric back in the header for his tag.

The Silly Hats Of Eric Singer

We’ll begin with the easy stuff. Baseball hats. Of which sometimes look comical like this one with Ace.

They all look way too big on him.

I’m kinda posting this one not for the hat but because I love that Eric has cats. It’s funny the catman has cats, but as a cat person myself, I love a man that loves cats

He loves beanies, and every single one of them looks silly.

He has the prettiest face though.

There are so many photos of Gene squeezing Eric’s face, but that’s a whole other post I’m going to have to do one day.

This grandma hat. Possibly my least favourite.

Is this the same hat? I don’t think it is, but it’s definitely grandma-ish.

The ridiculous straw fedora.

Also, these fedoras that I thought were the straw one, but now I think he has two different fedoras.

Why, Eric??

I know this is kinda cheating but I also found evidence to suggest he may have worn one in the past, and of course it wasn’t a stately Abe Lincoln style black one.

Like truly,

Why would you cover up this luxurious mane??

[sugarventamol]

okay okay took me a minute to get these together seeing as im at work lol but section one) 3, 10, 20 section two) 1, 11, 13, 17, 23, 25, 35, 41 and this or that) 1, 17, 21 ❤️

3. hottest food someone can eat?

i really do not find eating to be very attractive, i am much more likely to notice someone eating unattractively haha i think it's cute when people suck on lollipops or straws or cigarettes for that matter so that's the closest thing i can think of.

10. what slasher killer would you love to get railed by and why?

i haven't seen any classic slasher movies as they are really not my brand of horror so i really don't have an answer for this one. google says hannibal counts tho so that's my pick, he probably wouldn't rail me but the sex would be good.

20. what hairstyle do you find attractive?

i love hairstyles 🥰 messy ponytail with or without scrunchie, pigtails or braids with ribbons, very silky smooth blowout of long straight hair... for short hair it has to be fluffy ✨️

1. what video of you would you love to take sometime? why haven't you yet?

god i still really want to make a rough sex video in a hotel room with lots of slapping, choking and spanking, make good use of a shower or bathtub and get really wet during the process, i'd love to be held under water while getting fucked. i'm not sure how much of this i could get away with on OF but i do plan to try! i haven't made it yet bc i have to be blonde for it 🙃 also wanna make a spit roast video someday...

11. what's your fantasy celebrity threesome?

i don't really want to have sex with famous people, and i'm too afraid to even speak to celebrities so i can't imagine it going well

13. do you have some songs you'd wanna get railed to?

i love fucking to music, especially riding dick to music, international lover by madalia rules for this and of course any weekend song. music needs to match the mood of the sex so for getting railed it should be up tempo and angry sounding

17. what's your opinion on sexting?

love it. it can be so much fun with the right person

23. what language is the sexiest?

probably russian, and i love a russian accent. french is maybe a close second but i do think a french accent sounds kinda silly

25. what would you love to roleplay as in bed?

i'm a real sucker for those power dynamic roleplays, maid/master or student/teacher or boss/employee etc. honestly i could vibe as the dom or the sub in any of these

35. best romantic evening setting?

dinner outside in europe, bottle of wine and cigarettes, coffee after the meal and you sit there talking as long as you want ❤️

41. do you like tattoos or piercings on your partner? what would be the best places for them to have them?

yes ❤️ they have to be pretty and compliment the person's body though. ugly body mods are a turn off. i'm really partial to ribcage, lower back and lower abs tattoos, arm tattoos if ur buff. i am boring and only really like generic piercings for the most part, nipple piercings are very hot though and i like belly button piercings too.

1. ropes or cuffs?

cuffs

17. nylons or fishnets?

nylons for sure

21. bites or slaps?

bites if i'm giving, slaps if i'm receiving haha

thank you for the questions! 😘

[dannncy]

ok!! last day in nyc so last theatre blurb for the trip. these just keep getting longer sorry yall

scored some last min tickets to the great gatsby on bway. i was extremely fixated on the novel for a LONG time so i was ready to go into it with a critical eye (especially as someone who listened to the soundtrack beforehand and didn’t find the writing all too swell).

but. i do have to say that i really enjoyed it!!! so jolly!! it was extremely fun and i have to agree when people say it has one of the strongest ensembles/ensemble numbers ive seen!! i also have to give props to its scenic design because MAN is it hard to make projections/screens look good imo… but they nailed it. so many cool sets and such fun transitions into each one!! i do have criticisms about the costumes not being entirely period accurate but they were still beautiful

while everyone (including myself) comes to see the lovely eva noblezada and the beautiful jeremy jordan, i HAVE to say that the standout performance was noah j ricketts as nick… and it’s CRAZY to me that people neglect to talk about it when he plays the main guy!!!! he’s so delightfully charming and silly.

i don’t think jeremy is entirely right to be gatsby but boy did he eat. it also made me laugh that he was significantly shorter than a lot of his male costars. and ofc i can’t NOT mention miss noblezada… eva was riffing for her LIFE and omfg she was beautiful.

also idk if i was grasping at straws but i DID see little glimpses of queer nick and jordan, which i will always appreciate (especially since this adaptation REALLY went crazy with making them REALLY romantically involved with each other). besides that i did think a lot of the writing was shallow, which is a little sad… but probably not as big of a deal if ur not irregular ab gatsby like i am lawl….

overall it’s a fun show :3 not as profound as i would’ve liked it to be, but i don’t regret attending at all! i would go again if i could and i do recommend

[crypticbydesign]

Here's something I realized;

I just realized that my dream.of being a real fit dude and looking like it will never, ever happen. Like ever.

I can be fit. I can be as fit as i want. I possibly will get strong enough to meet my goals (picking up my friends and spinning them around despite them weighing more than me and being much taller than me.) But i will never look like it, if i'm lucky when i transition i'll get a bit more visible muscle, but not much.

The reasoning behind this is that my dad has a genetic condition that causes him to not process the proteins needed to create visible muscle. (He still is very fit for being in his mid 50's and has a bit of tum/it isnt defined as abs) but he can carry 120 pounds (3 bags of roughly 40ish lbs wood pellets) on one shoulder. With minimal trouble. But he doesn't look like he should be able to do this. He doesn't have a lot of visible muscle because of his condition.

Knowing all this about him is important because I just got work out equipment (two five lbs weights and an eight lb kettlebell weight) in order to try to get some abs and some more visible muscle since i have noodle arms. I knew that it was extremely possible that I also had this condition because i have trouble with gaining weight/having it fluctuate (which my dad also struggles (struggled with.) (Not sure if he really struggles now that he's a bit older and his metabolism has slowed down due to it). And for the fact that in highschool (last 2 years) i was carrying a haybale that was sopping wet by myself. (That was closeish to 100+ lbs cause square bales are 80 lbs dry and straw/hay holds water like no other). I had a bit more visible muscle than i do now (not much cause other than lugging horse stuff around a barn and working fast food i didnt work out. And now i work in fast food and work out at least once a week. Usually only once a week).

My dad also confirmed that even without genetic testing there's a pretty much 100% chance i have the same condition. I am gonna be my tiny 5'1 self and be 120 pounds and carry my friends that weight more than me and i wont look like i'll be able to!! Thats gonna be awesome! 😈 One of my goals is to pick up my manager friend he's about 6' tall and he said over 200lbs. It's my goal to pick him up and spin him around. Preferably one armed. (The one arm i know aint realistic but i can dream aight?) I'm gonna be so good at huggin!

This also goes hand in hand with something else that gives me gender euphoria; being happy and bubbly. I say 'good mornin' to everyone at work as soon as i see them. Sometimes in my regular voice, sometimes in my customer service voice, sometimes in a silly voice for a specific person. I've had people cuss me out over doing this or say that it's not very manly of me to do that. As if showing love and affection is a gender related thing. I've had to explain to them that i do it because i want my coworkers to smile; i want them to have a good day and if i can bring a moment of happiness by singling them out to call them by name and say good morning then i will and not one person can stop me.

What i don't tell them is that i can not physcially find worth in myself or think that i matter, but I think that every single person i work with matters, that they have an immeasurable amount of worth and by saying something as simple as good morning and getting a smile or a laugh or even a 'dude it's not morning anymore.' And having to explain that if it can be 5 o'clock anywhere it can be morning at 2pm and that gives methe most gender euphoria because through everything in that moment they're seeing the true me; unmasked and a happy little dude.