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artydonsgf · 18 hours

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If you're alright with NSFW prompts, can you think of any kinks the three might have?

hi anon! thank you sm for your request<3 honestly, this account has challenged me so much because i’ve never really written nsfw stuff before. it’s really fun actually! enjoy nsfw headcanons with art, tashi, and patrick

Art Donaldson

- completely submissive in bed

- he likes when you’re rough with him

- hair pulling, biting, nails digging into his back

- needy as fuck, any time you start to slow down, he’s kissing you n begging you to keep going

- loves praise, he’ll do anything to get it

- quick to try new things if you want to

- total begger

- likes being overstimulated

- the idea of being completely overwhelmed by you is so hot to him

- really likes it when you blindfold him

- your touch becomes a million times more exciting when he has no idea where it’s going to come from

- he also likes it when he’s slightly restricted

- not too much because grabbing your hips when you’re on top of him is his favorite thing

- always on the bottom, you have total control

- king of whimpering and moaning and begging (a/n: i need him)

- soft breathy whispers telling you that you’re so beautiful, you make him feel so good, etc

- begs to touch you, he lowkey can’t believe that you’re his

- asks for consent in the most slutty desperate voice ever (it’s very hot)

- desperate, needy, and pathetic is the best way to describe him in bed

- great at aftercare, it’s him showering you in kisses thanking you for rocking his world

- seriously, he’s so gentle and sweet and he always makes you food after

Tashi Duncan

- likes watching you on your knees

- any position where you’re under her does it for her

- likes it when you suck her fingers

- loves when you’re loud

- likes to have sex in non-traditional places

- the car, the shower, downstairs, kitchen, etc

- doesn’t want to share you with anyone but sometimes she wonders what it would be like watching you fuck someone else

- high sex drive

- i mean come on, you’re with the most competitive n passionate woman in the world, did you think that wasn’t gonna translate into bed?

- doesn’t let up even in bed, she makes you work for every ounce of pleasure you want

- you’re spoiled by her but that’s only once you work to get there

- obsessed with giving you hickies

- loves it when you dress up in pretty lingerie

- she slowly undresses you, kissing you everywhere as she goes

- loves buying you lingerie too

- aftercare is the best with her

- you guys shower together and softly whisper sweet words to one another

- you change the sheets together and settle into fresh sheets feeling nice and clean

Patrick Zweig

- total exhibitionist

- likes the thrill of almost being caught so you often find yourself with his hands down your pants in dark corners of parties

- likes being marked

- if he’s not walking away with a million hickies did yall really fuck?

- likes to go without a condom

- obviously with your consent and making sure you’re on birth control

- likes to come on your face when you give him blow jobs

- seeing you covered in his cum makes him hard all over again

- total brat, he does everything possible to rile you up

- he’s also a complete tease, he loves making you beg for him to keep touching you

- loudddd

- neighbors three doors down can hear his moaning

- he’s not even exaggerating either, bro just really can’t help himself when you’re fucking him

- likes it when you dress up in cute outfits

- he barely sees it because he’s so eager to rip it off but the brief moment he does look, he loves it

- aftercare is always sweet but pretty short because sex with you is like his version of melatonin

- besides staying awake for the general clean up, he’s normally out like a light afterwards

- even with quickies, he’s always falling asleep

- pussy so good you put his ass to bed🙏🏾

hiiii idk if this is that good, i spent so long reworking it cause i hated it. butttt i dont wanna keep anyone waiting so i hope you enjoyed<3

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sofasoap · 2 days

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A glass of bourbon, or a glass of whisky?

Pairing: Simon "Ghost"Riley x F!reader Warning: M rating. Alcohol use, hint of intimacy.

This is sort of a ... alternative start how Mini and Simon might have met? always a possibility....

Thank you @glitterypirateduck for organising the writing challenge! you are totally awesome :) Go here to check out other wonderful writer and artist's work for this challenge. Prompt used : 100 and 59.

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The masked man standing by your brother staring at you, eyes wide.

And you look at him, trying your best to hold your expression neutral.

Small world isn’t it?

“So this is the brooding Lieutenant I've been telling you about.” Soap slapped the man’s back.“And…This thing here..” Soap pinches your cheek and dodges your punch on his shoulder.

“HEY! I am not a thing!”

“... is my baby little sister. She’s the youngest amongst all the cousins, so we call her Mini.” Soap ignored your protest and huffing and turned back towards the masked man.“and a word of warning. Don’t you dare hit on her.”

Well, too fucken late Johnny. You thought. This man has already shagged me a few times last night.

“Bourbon. On the rock.” Simon grumbled to the bartender, slamming down the note on the counter. He signed as the bartender nodded his head and turned to make his order. Wise decision to give himself a night to stop over at Edinburgh. He regretted making the decision to drive all the way from Credenhill to Inverness instead of flying. But he wanted to make a pit stop at Manchester to….. “Really, You are in Scotland and you are ordering bourbon?” A cheerful but mocking voice perked up beside Ghost interrupting his inner monologue. Ghost turned his head, glaring at the woman leaning against the bar, shaking her tumbler glass. “Clearly you have not been introduced to the proper whisky.” you laughed as you dragged a bar stool and sat down beside him. He took a sip out of the glass. “Someone tried. But I still prefer this.” “Maybe I can change your mind?”

“Simon. Simon Riley.” he held out his hand.

You gave him your name as you took his hand. He did a good job pretending it’s the first time hearing it. Or did you two actually introduced yourself to each other before you dragged him back to your flat?

You're pretty sure you did. By the amount of times you moaned out his name last night…

“Yours or mine?” “My place is only around the corner. Come on.” you dragged him down the street, towards your flat. You were half nervous and half excited, the alcohol making your body and brain buzz even more. You have never done this before. Dragging a stranger back to your place, just for a night of pleasure. But you couldn’t care less at this point. You need to forget the asshole that has cheated on you. After all those promises of undying love, how he will not forget about you even with the distance… Load of bollocks. Johnny can deal with him for you when you tell him about it.

“Sorry my family can be a bit too much.” You sat down beside Simon, “it always gets a bit rowdy a few drinks in.”

You noticed him slipping out of the room after your Ma and aunties started bombarding the poor man with questions, and your Da and uncles pouring him drinks, introducing everyone in the family, until your brother manage to drag the almost flustering man out of the chaos and push him towards the back door, knowing his friend need a bit of break and a smoke.

He hummed in reply, silently taking a drag of the cigarette and looking up towards the sky.

“... You have a nice family.” he whispered. You can hear the jealousy, but more sadness in his voice.

“Johnny and I are very lucky.” you lean back into the wall, and take a sip of the drink. “We are quite a closely knit family. Pretty much everyone lives within a day’s drive. And there’s always a big get together for holiday events.” you turned towards the man sitting beside you, trying to take a proper look at him. “And downside to that is, everyone is into everyone’s business.” You chuckled. “When Johnny mentioned inviting you over for Christmas, everyone thought he was going to bring his secret boyfriend home.”

Simon choked.

You laughed. “The amount of time he talks about you when he comes home, and between his texts and on the phone, I would have thought he had a big crush on you.”

“No we are just…”

“Good friend? Ah come on, it’s Ok to admit it. You know. Our family is pretty open.” You patted his shoulder. “I am just kidding. Johnny really treasures you as a friend.” You squeeze his shoulder. “He always appreciates you, and the team, how they are like his second family away from home. And Simon, thank you, for keeping my brother safe.”

Simon looks down at you, blinking, stunned by the sincerity in your words.

Oh, he’s got beautiful eyelashes. You thought. Didn’t really get a chance to have a good look..

Yea. because you were too busy moaning into his chest when he was buried inside you.

He was just as big as you thought he would be. And he was good. Very good. Better than that cheating ex-partner of yours. You were disappointed by the time you opened your eyes in the morning, he was gone. And surprised to find a note on your desk as well. “Thank you.” For what? You wondered. Maybe you should have thanked him, for making you forget the misery.

“You two are still outside in the cold?” Johnny slid the window open and poke his head out, breaking both of your thoughts. “Dinner is nearly ready. Ma want you two to come and take your seat at the table.”

“I am just trying to convince Simon how superior Scotch Whisky is compared to bourbon.” You replied as you pushed yourself off the wall, smiling at Ghost, he rolled his eyes at your lies.

Soap waved his hand. “Don’t waste your breath. I tried for years. That rock skull of his still thinks bourbon is better.” he lamented.

“Or maybe I might have been swayed?” You could almost see a tiny curl of his lip as he replied. You can tell he doesn’t smile much from the surprised noise your brother just made.

“Steaming Christ Lt… “ “Johnny, we are off duty, I’m Simon here.” Ghost interjected. Soap cock his eyebrow, and sighed.

“Come on, you don’t want to keep the whole family waiting.” Soap commented again before slamming the window shut. The two of you looked at each other, before Simon put out his cigarette and dumped it into the ashtray, and stood up to follow behind you.

“Mini.”

“Mmm?”

“Care to introduce me to more varieties of Scotch Whisky tonight?”

You paused your hand that was about to turn the door knob of the back door, and turned slowly to face him, with a big smile on your face.

“Yours or mine?”

“I did tell you not to hit on my sister, Simon…Oh I knew I shouldn’t have invited you over…”

“Actually Johnny…. The truth is….”

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homicidal-slvt · 1 day

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Warnings: MDNI, Hurt + Comfort, Simon is too hard on himself

Prompt: 95

For @glitterypirateduck Ghost challenge. <3

Simon Riley is just a bunch of scrap metal mended with loose screws, something broken down over and over, placed back together haphazardly... Missing spots that desperately should've been welded.

At least - that's what he saw when he looked in the mirror.

He could never understand the way you touch him so gently, not fearing the rust may spread to you - infect your skin the same as his. He knows he fears it. Treats himself like a machine rather than a man - he stopped being just a person a long time ago.

But your hands... Ever so tender - warm and full of life... You make him feel again.

His world crashes down as he lays within your arms, tears rolling down his cheeks as he sobs into your chest... Human.

He doesn't remember the last time he cried, the last time he let himself be a person rather than Ghost... But it feels nice.

Your fingers brush away the stray tears once he settles down... Only two words can be mumbled out in response.

"Thank you..."

He doesn't need to thank you. You love him. You love, Simon.

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nerdieforpedro · 3 days

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Barefoot in a Twilight Zone

Dieter Bravo x plus size AFAB reader

Rating: Teen

My blog is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: approx 1.1k (I even edited it and couldn’t get it below 1k 😭)

Warnings: mild intoxication, a fall, a flash, that carpet, dated references, alien talk, one pull, a few innuendos, some smoke

Summery: Getting out of the house to a party is great until it’s not. Things are weird. A little less so with Dieter.

Notes: My entry for the @dieterbravobrainrotclub May Drabble challenge. 💚👽👽👽👾 I did really try to keep under 1000 words. Nerdie is wordy 👀 It was at 1.3k so…I did better? 🤣 Anywho I hope it gives you a giggle at the references or just the story itself. 🤭

Prompt: “Do you believe in aliens?”

Trope: Meet-cute

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The neon green dress is the main part of your costume and so are the three inch thick black flip flops you thought were cute, but now are impossibly heavy. You added silver and green costume jewelry in addition to a headband with little white spiral bouncy balls on them. It was a good idea coming to this party. At first, you were having fun, dancing, drinking a bit, but that was before you tipped over in these damn flip flops and fell. You didn’t see the small step that led into the middle of the room.

The bottom of your dress went over your head and your panties were exposed to everyone. Adding to the alien theme, you wore black panties with little green oval alien faces on them. It was a cute idea and a private joke to yourself. It was now known to everyone. Some laughed, most people stared and thankfully, one person helped you up - no costume for him. He had on a tan button down shirt, sunglasses inside, brown striped pajama pants and no shoes? “You alright? Come on.” Given that he was helping you up, it wasn’t the worst idea.

The two of you end up in a different section of the house, facing a pool. A gray robe is draped over one of the chairs, by this time, you’ve straightened out your dress and re-adjusted your bra. That shifted too and it felt like each breast had their own rules on rejecting gravity. This guy pulls out his phone, snaps a picture of you, looking rather confused and a bit disheveled. He pulls up the picture on his phone and shows you your dress and a woman who is wearing a similar dress to yours. Hers looks tailored to fit her slender body and has some gold on it. “You look like a sexy sixties alien. I like the green on you. The silver looks better and matches your cute panties.” You could only laugh at the last line as does he, it’s not like everyone hadn’t seen them. He’s looking around the chair that has his robe, you don’t see anything. He might be missing something but you’re not sure what.

“Thanks. I’m glad you approve of my underwear choices. Could you delete that photo of me? It’s not great.” He frowns and makes a counter offer, retrieving his robe, he takes you into another living room. The size of this house is impressive and feeling the shag carpet on your feet makes you realize that you don’t have your shoes on. Why didn’t you realize you were barefoot? This entire night is far out - not unlike a Twilight Zone episode.

“I will if you sit with me a bit, miss sexy alien, I’m Dieter.” Holding out his hands like he is presenting a prize, it’s really just the couch, but it does look comfy and is when you plop down. The man’s already seen your panties so a pair of thick thighs like yours aren’t going to make a difference when the hem of your dress rises. You don’t mind him sitting so close to you, despite him not being in any sort of sci-fi or neon clothes. You find him handsome, a fluffy mop of mocha hair, scruff on his chin and cheeks, a permanent grin to his face along with broad shoulders underneath his shirt.

“I’m sitting with you so you’ll delete now, right?” You didn’t ask and you should have before patting his soft hair. Though, you find the low growl he releases is enticing, he hasn’t taken his phone back out. Gripping his hair, your other hand presses on his chest as you sit up on your knees on the couch next to him and look down. “Right Dieter?” You feel like slapping those sunglasses off his face, but they’ve slid down his nose. It looks like he wants more, but more what? Well this is also weird, but you’re also at an alien party plus you haven’t told him your name. “Do you believe in aliens?” He nods.

“Well you are right in front of me, so yeah. Am I gonna see stars? You’re not going to pop little green or gray dudes from somewhere are you?” Dieter has not only deleted the photo but removed his glasses, tossed them on the coffee table and is running his hands down your arms. A wider grin creeps across your face, rolling with this appears to be a very good idea.

“No little men from anywhere Dieter. I think we should get out of here and go see some stars together. You might get a better picture of me then.” Moving your hands and placing them on his shoulders, you kiss his forehead and stand up, still leaning over him. “Come to think of it, I don’t know where my shoes are.” Straightening your back, you put your hands on your hips as you laugh, you are going to need something on your feet to leave. Dieter shrugs and slips an arm around your waist, his lips grazing your shoulder for a moment.

“Neither do I. Only found my robe earlier. I think we’ll happen upon some shoes on the way to the stars Moon Pie.” Side by side, you walk with Dieter outside, barefoot as he whips out his phone again. He sends a few texts then puts it away.

“That’s curious. You didn’t want me to tell you my name? Just going with the nickname?”

“For now, but we’ve got the entire night.” The merits of the monikers ‘moon pie’ vs ‘miss sexy alien’ are debated while enjoying the chilly night air. The laughs shared over if aliens have tentacles with suckers or are just covered in a sort of slime is cut short by an SUV that pulls up. “We’ll get some shoes first and then cruise around.”

“As long as you don’t pop out any tentacles with slime on them.”

“I make no promises on that.” Bravo assists you into the SUV and follows in behind you, running his fingers along the rolls on your sides to tickle you as he makes a fish face while creating sucking noises. “It’s a mystery in these pants.” The snort you make is hidden beneath the base of the music that comes on when the driver turns on the radio.

Later with the windows down, both of you are singing along loudly while he lights up a sample and takes a puff, offering you a hit which you accept, blowing the smoke out of the window. Outlandish and not in character at all but with Dieter makes it oddly serene.

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duckapus · 3 days

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You know what, now that he's back I'm gonna say it:

For as good a Showman as he is, when it comes to his actual chosen profession of a show creator Mr. Puzzles actually kind of sucks.

-He can't handle when things go off-script even slightly, which is ironic considering his four greatest successes came from giving the crew (or a related character) a prompt and just sitting back and recording the fireworks.

-Everything always has to be about him, even when in-context it really shouldn't be.

-When he has full creative control over the crew he has NO UNIQUE IDEAS. Everything he makes is a blatant rip-off of another show that only gets elevated to affectionate parody thanks to the very cast that he chose explicitly because he believed they sucked and wanted a challenge.

-Speaking of which, he clearly doesn't know quality when he sees it and either severely underestimated them, overestimated himself, or both, because it took them less than ten minutes to match and surpass his precious Five Stars.

-The five stars that took him most of a movie to get AND, need I remind you, THEY EARNED FOR HIM UNINTENTIONALLY!!!!

-It's clear from his monologue at the end of today's episode (and the fact that the episode exists at all) that, despite claiming otherwise, he has learned nothing from his defeat.

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yayakoishii · 13 hours

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can we get some drunk love confessions from sanji?

Sober | Sanji x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x GN! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Genre/Tags: Light Angst, Fluff, Insecure Sanji; there's a scene that might feel like dub-con to some but it's consensual from both sides– please read at your own discretion! ♡

A/n: thank you so much for this prompt anon,, I love drunk confessions myself so I was excited to write this!! I wasn't sure if you wanted the reader to be confessing or Sanji, so I decided to make it Sanji this time since I already wrote a fic where reader drunk confessed. I hope you enjoy this ♡

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The shouting on the ship got your attention from where you were playing cards with Usopp. Across the deck, Zoro and Sanji were fighting again. Even in the dark cloak of nighttime, they sure had the energy to fight without missing a beat. You sighed to yourself then decided that it would be better if you went over and distracted Sanji so the fight would end.

Except, before you had even stood up, the screaming stopped and the two were now stomping towards Zoro's stash of sake. You raised an eyebrow as you saw them sit down across each other, still glaring. You hurried over to them after telling Usopp that you'll be back in a while.

"What's going on?" You asked quietly to Nami and Chopper who had been watching over the two.

"They're having a drinking contest," the navigator replied matter-of-factly. Your eyebrows shot up in shock. Why would Sanji challenge Zoro to a drinking challenge of all things? "Zoro challenged him. And of course your lover boy couldn't back down."

"Nami!" You hissed at her, cheeks flushing. "Don't say that so close to him!"

Nami gave you a deadpan look. She still lowered her voice for your sake, "Sanji is dense as fuck. I bet all my money he wouldn't figure out your feelings from such a simple term."

"I'd still rather not risk it," you muttered underneath your breath before turning your attention to the drinking challenge in front of you. The two of them had already managed to down more than half of the first bottle. Illuminated by the lights on the deck, you could see the slight flush starting to rise on Sanji's cheeks.

The blonde chef could hold his liquor well but going against Zoro was probably equivalent to digging his own grave.

"This is not gonna end well," you sighed. "I'll just go finish my card game with Usopp. Are you gonna watch over these two or…?"

"They're paying me to play referee," she shrugged. You rolled your eyes and bit down the smile trying to come up. Chopper announced that he was going to sleep and to call him if something happened. You both waved him goodnight. Giving Nami a thumbs up, you went back to your seat too. Usopp was staring intensely at his own cards. You stared at him for a few seconds.

"You looked at my cards, didn't you?" You said flatly. Usopp's eyes widened and he started denying but gave up when you started shuffling the deck again. "Let's play one short game before turning in for the night."

You could still hear Zoro and Sanji fighting in the background, the noise just incoherent enough that you couldn't quite make out the words. You could tell Sanji was steadily getting more and more drunk as his voice started getting a little higher and shrill as he shouted. Even in the dead of the night, the Thousand Sunny was as lively as ever. The thought made you smile to yourself as you triumphantly showed your card sets to Usopp, finishing the game.

"You're suspiciously good at this," Usopp complained as he started packing up the cards.

"Be happy I didn't bet money on this," you grinned and leaned back in your chair. "You'd be a penniless beggar otherwise."

Usopp muttered something under his breath that you didn't quite catch. The day's exhaustion was starting to catch up and you decided that it was a good time to go to sleep. You had the early morning lookout shift anyway.

"Goodnight," Usopp called out as he left. You tilted your head up and down to acknowledge his words but stayed in your seat for a few more minutes. The shouting had ceased sometime ago and the low murmurs of conversation washed over you like a lullaby.

"(Y/n)!" Nami's shout of your name startled you awake from your half-asleep state.

"What is it?" You asked with a yawn as you made your way over. "Is their match over?"

"I had to stop them cause I don't think either of them plans to stop," she frowned. "I don't know about Zoro but Sanji would definitely die of alcohol poisoning if this goes on."

You laughed for a second but froze when you realised that Sanji was staring intensely at you. It made you self conscious and you automatically carded a hand through your hair to ensure it wasn't sticking out awkwardly.

"You should take him back while I squeeze my money out of Zoro," Nami winked at you and ran after the swordsman who had already wandered off somewhere. She was gone before you had even finished nodding.

"Alright, Sanji, come on," you smiled down at him, holding your hands out so he could stand up with the support. The chef stopped staring at your face and switched to staring at your hands instead. From your angle, you couldn't quite see his full face but the red splotches on his ears and cheeks were enough indication of how drunk he was. You waited for a few seconds. After a few beats of silence, Sanji placed his own cold hands into yours. You immediately covered them, trying to warm them as you pulled him up. The blonde must have been more drunk than you had thought because he lost his footing and nearly crashed into you.

Thankfully, you realised just in time and instead of the two of you falling on the deck, Sanji had crashed into your arms. Chests pressing, now he was the one looking down at you with a half-lidded gaze. The proximity resulted in Sanji's smell enclosing you, and you flushed at how one of his hands had sneaked around your waist in the confusion somehow.

"So beautiful," he whispered. Your heart was thudding faster, almost like it was trying to escape the confines of your ribcage. You nervously laughed it off.

"Alright, you've had too much to drink," you joked and tried to separate but Sanji's grip did not loosen. He always fought with his legs so you tended to forget that his arms were just as strong. Fingers spreading apart, his hand splayed across the small of your back. The cold touch over your shirt made goosebumps rise on your skin but you were distracted by the way Sanji's tongue was lightly grazing over his lips. The soft pink seemed to be shining in the light.

"This must be a dream," he spoke quietly, seemingly more to himself than you. You stayed still, praying that Sanji couldn't hear your crazy heart rate and that he would forget this tomorrow. (Or well, maybe he shouldn't forget this. You didn't know which option was more appealing at the moment.) "You smell divine, my love."

"Y- You too?" You squeaked out in panic, wanting to hide your face but your hands were trapped between your bodies, resting on his shoulders. Sanji laughed at your words– a soft, genuine, relaxed laugh that you didn't often get to hear. It made your embarrassment quell down and your heart felt warm. Sanji wasn't wrong. Something about this whole night seemed to feel hazy and distant, like a dream. He would only say such words and smile like that around you in a dream, right?

"I wish this wasn't a dream," his words sent something cold down your insides. "If only this was real…"

You paused and looked up at him. Pushing your body on the tip of your toes, you leaned into his ear and asked quietly, "What if it wasn't a dream? What would you do?"

You didn't know what had possessed you but it felt like the right thing to do, the only natural question to ask after his previous words.

"So many things I've wanted to do for so long," his words were still quiet, almost like he was afraid to break the tranquillity of the night. You stepped back and Sanji let you this time. His expression seemed broken and his eyes looked glassy.

You had never actually seen Sanji drunk. He had a high tolerance for alcohol and he usually didn't drink much to ensure he could take care of anyone else who was. (He always said it was just for the ladies but you knew he was secretly looking out for everyone even though he wouldn't admit it.) He never really cried in front of you either. The fact that a drunk Sanji was sad and broken was news to you.

"Sanji," you didn't realise you had cupped his cheeks until you had already done it. Something about that desperate look on his face had spiked an intense urge in you to hold him close. "Is everything alright?"

"If this was reality," his voice wavered, unconfident and so unlike the usual him, "you wouldn't look at me like you're doing right now. If this was real, you wouldn't be in my arms right now. You would never love me the way I love you and you would never see me as something beyond a crewmate."

Your breath hitched at the words, fingers accidentally pressing harder into Sanji's jaws. He didn't seem to feel it because a tear slipped down his cheek and onto your hand, the liquid trailing between your touch.

"That's okay," he blinked, a few more droplets falling down or getting stuck in his eyelashes. "As long as I can hold you like this in a dream… that's enough for me. I won't ask more of you if this was real. All that you give me is already more than I deserve. After all, for someone like me… There's no way you would fall for someone like me. And that's okay. Because you deserve someone better. But I'm so selfish. I wish I could keep you all to myself. I wish I could hold you like this in reality, and tell you how much you mean to me. I wish I could make you smile all the time and be a shoulder for you to cry upon on your bad days. I wish I could k- kiss you and tell you over and over… how much I love you."

It felt like a swarm of butterflies had suddenly erupted in your chest. The fluttering feeling was ticklish and you couldn't quite form words and you could only gape at Sanji. He still seemed to believe this was a dream because his other hand cupped your cheek. His thumb brushed against it, gentle and warm, no longer cold after all the proximity in you two. Before you could say anything, he dipped down and captured your lower lip in between his own, gently caressing it with his tongue. The sudden sensation made you erupt in flames, the blush reaching the tips of your extremities.

"S- Sanji," you breathed out shakily when he let your lip go to slip his tongue into your mouth. You wanted this. You had wanted it for so, so long– but not like this. You drew your head away before he could successfully infiltrate the warm, wet cavern of your mouth and instead gave him a flushed smile. His eyes still looked glossy but there was an unmistakable softness in them.

You would normally have told yourself that he was just drunk and didn't mean it. But there was a part of you that knew it wasn't the effect of the alcohol. Sanji was unbearably honest when he was drunk. His true feelings were what's making him sad. Denying them would be both idiotic and disrespectful, but you couldn't accept them either. The words he spoke weren't ones he had decided to say himself. He thought this was a dream.

"Tell me this tomorrow morning," you whispered, pressing a gentle and slightly wet kiss on his cheek. "Tell me you love me when you're sober. Tell it to me, when this is real and no longer a dream. I'll wait for you to tell me when you feel ready for it."

Sanji stared down at you, his eyes starstruck and in an expression of awe. The sight made your heart clench but you told yourself that he will do it. He will tell you his feelings again, when he is in full consciousness. For that, you had to let him go right now.

"And then we'll do everything that we have wanted to do for so long, yeah?"

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mycupofrum · 2 days

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Thank you @shivstar for such an interesting prompt and this rare pair! It took me a while to figure out how to write these two interacting together, but I love a good challenge. :) I hope you enjoy what I came up with. Here's Gellert Grindelwald/Sirius Black. The pairing is mostly implied because of the pre-dating phase.

Rating: G

Out of time

He knows something has gone wrong the minute the world stops spinning around. His knees buckle and he collapses on the floor.

He's shaking and gasping for air, and a wave of nausea threatens to overtake him. A force yanks his wand from his hand, then the metallic object from his pocket.

Sirius Black raises his head, blinking. Everything is dark, until a wand lights up a few metres away from him. Decorated stone walls. Large fireplace. Arched windows. He's in a castle.

A man comes to stand above him, blond strands peeking out from under his hood. His pale blue eyes stare down at Sirius, cold and curious.

"And who do we have here?"

1920. He went back in time 76 years.

The Ministry. The Department of Mysteries. Death Eaters. Everything was a chaos. Curses flying around. Bellatrix's spell hit Sirius squarely on the chest – and on the Time-Turner hidden in his breast pocket as he was flung backwards towards the veil.

He picked up the object when they rushed through the Time Chamber towards the Death Chamber. He didn't really know what he'd do with a damaged Time-Turner, but it probably saved his life, even if he's now stuck in the past with nowhere to go.

He hopes with all his might that Harry is safe.

"Who is Harry?"

It's him. The Dark Wizard he only knew from history books until now.

Sirius doesn't reply but hastily tries to clear his mind, even if he barely knows the basics of Occlumency learned years ago. He'll never yield willingly.

"Interesting." Gellert Grindelwald smirks. "You'll talk eventually. We've got all the time in the world."

He's been imprisoned in the bedchamber for a month. The irony of it all is staggering. At least his bed is comfortable, there are no Dementors or cranky house-elves around, and he receives regular meals that are surprisingly tasty.

Based on the amount of cheese and pastries on the menu, as well as the mountainous view from his window, he must be near the Alps. How the Time-Turner transported him to another location, he doesn't know. It must be the result of magic having behaved unpredictably under such special circumstances.

Grindelwald visits his room every day with questions about the future, and, confusingly, to play chess with him. Sirius remains tight-lipped but agrees to play the game, if only to pass the time. He's surprised that the man has let his mind stay unpenetrated, even though it probably wouldn't take much effor to break through Sirius's mental walls.

Grindelwald always leaves the room with the same infuriating smile on his lips. Why hasn't he just forced the answers out of Sirius yet?

It's baffling.

After two months, Sirius has come to the conclusion that Gellert Grindelwald isn't the same kind of monster as Voldemort. He's similarly smart, calculating, charming and polite when he wants to be, though beneath the surface, there's undoubtedly a more ruthless side. Sirius isn't naive. But Grindelwald has the capacity to feel something for another person; he mentions an old friend with whom he used to play chess once upon a time, and Sirius knows the look of loss when he sees it.

The blue eyes bother him. They always study Sirius, his every move. He supposes he does the same with Grindelwald.

There's curiosity there, and it's not one-sided.

He could try to prevent Grindelwald from committing the horrible things he's going to do. He could try to make things better.

Sirius needs to do something.

"So, Sirius. You have finally decided to talk?"

The light from the fireplace flickers in Gellert's eyes as he leans closer to Sirius over the empty chess board between them.

Sirius licks his lips. Three months in, he's made his decision.

"I can tell you some things. But nothing that will endanger those closest to me."

Gellert smiles. "Very well."

They clink their glasses of amber liquid together, and the gesture holds the promise of something more to come.

"I'm surprised you didn't just force me to spill my secrets," Sirius finally says.

"I did consider that," Gellert muses. "But you're out of your time. Stuck here with me. I thought we could have some fun together, you and I, once you got used to the idea."

"Fun?" Sirius raises his brow.

"Why, we're both intelligent men. Surely, all the strategising we do day by day requires a release."

Sirius finishes his drink in one gulp. His cheeks flush, either from the alcohol or the implication in Gellert's words.

"I'm sure it does."

This time, he responds to Gellert's smile.

#my writing #sirius black #gellert grindelwald #time travel #sirius black/gellert grindelwald #grindelblack?#blackwald?#starwald?#give me suggestions for a ship name! :D

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whitherwanderyouspirit · 2 years

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Summer Break

The students have it easy, Walter mused to himself on the morning he’d half-thought he would not live to see. Once finals are completed and the school year wraps up, they can just pack up their belongings for the summer and don’t have to spare a thought for schoolwork for the next three months. They’ve no idea how much work goes into wrapping up the year when they’re done, or how much prep work goes into getting ready for the next.

Claws rapping idly against Barbara’s dining room table, against the opened letter sitting atop it informing her that Jim would need to complete summer school in order to move on to the next grade, he a long sip of coffee. He wondered if Jim was aware that the school had decided to hold him back, wondered if Uhl had brought it up in the days leading up to finals. If he had, Jim had not mentioned it, though he supposed that was to be expected. Passing the 10th grade paled in comparison to saving the world. Graduation was meaningless if Gunmar ate the faculty issuing your diploma.

And Jim had left without a second thought for his own scholastic future regardless (despite being concerned that Claire’s future was not put at risk). The battle was won, Jim’s work in Arcadia for now at least must have seemed done to him. Walter could not fault him for that, he supposed, despite Barbara being fairly upset that Jim was not at least going to rest and recover after the injuries he had incurred during the battle. Getting to the telltale “New Jersey Heartstone” would help expedite his recovery, even if the journey there would likely exacerbate his injuries until they reached it. Relocating the trolls from Trollmarket was a reasonable priority.

For the time being though, Jim had wrapped up his school year and the battle by heading out without a thought for the work that would arise in the aftermath of the battle. Probably for the best, Walter had to admit; Jim might have experience mitigating trollish quarrels and politics, but his time as the Trollhunter had not prepared him nearly well enough for human damage control. There would be negotiations and explanations to manage with local law enforcement and government, infrastructure repairs to deal with the massive amounts of damage that had resulted from the fighting, developing a plan for how to handle the gaggle of infants currently confined within the Cradlestone, and now he supposed there would be reconciling with Uhl to try and find a work around for a student who could not presently attend human high school.

Perhaps he could talk Karl into allowing Jim to attend virtually...if they could avoid the Austrian man screaming and running away this time.

The sun was just beginning to lighten the sky outside, hazy and clouded as though still shaking off Morgana��s spell from the day before. Barbara still slept, exhaustion having finally won out once her nerves drained her energy reserves dry. She needed the sleep after the past few days, would need the sleep for the days and weeks to come. He felt a bit like an intruder, having woken before her and now lingering around with the lady of the house asleep. He could not shake the feeling that his welcome was still tenuous and delicate, the bridge between them fragile and under repair, but Barbara had insisted that he take the couch and stay. And he was powerless to resist such a vulnerable request; she was already missing her son, and providing company and reassurance was such a small and easy ask to fill.

The sound of a series of notifications going off on his cellphone dragged Walter out of his introspection. A quick check revealed a request from their wayward Trollhunter that brought a soft smile to Walter’s lips:

made camp for the day, so far so good!

can you make sure my mom eats breakfast?

not just coffee

she’s bad about skipping meals if she’s in a hurry or the foods not there in front of her

didn’t have time to do grocery shopping this week, can’t remember if we have milk and cereal

It would appear Young Atlas had not put everything surrounding Arcadia Oaks out of mind when he left. Walter supposed that made sense – Jim putting his mother out of mind would be out of character after all, and no meddling from elixir-peddling wizards could change that part of him. He quickly sent the young man reassurance that he would ensure Barbara had a meal to start her day, and reminded Jim that, half-troll or not, he needed sleep to recover, bidding the boy to get some actual rest. A “thumbs up” emoji was all he got in response.

Work never stopped quite the same way it did for kids on summer vacation once they became adults (and it had never stopped when Waltolomew Strickler had been growing up in his familiar’s stead – really, modern kids had no idea how lucky they were). There was ample work to do ahead of them all – work on developing new routines, work on navigating the aftermath of the new world they lived in...work on repairing he and Barbara’s still tender relationship. But they were alive to complete that work, and that was more than Walter could have dreamt even a few months prior. It would be work he relished though, particularly if he was completing it by Barbara’s side. For once in a very long while, Walter was looking forward to working over summer break.

#keenswimmers2022 #prompt: work/vacation #hi don't mind me arriving to this party at two minutes to midnight with a box of lukewarm pizza #I have been slogging through years worth of mental blocks against writing #Trying to write post-Trollhunters fanfic for months and getting nowhere #Thank you for making this prompt challenge!#I finally beat myself up enough this past week to force myself to create something!#I have never posted on tumblr before I hope the formatting on this isn't absolute trash #Now I need to figure out how to submit a story on AO3

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sea-buns · 4 months

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i need a drawfee archive that's got every stupid funny moment documented in chronological, alphabetized order for when i spontaneously remember a really obscure bit that i need to find or else i'll explode. i need to be able to type an extremely vague description in a search bar and have it understand me completely.

#slight tangent but a part of me wants to learn how to edit comps just so i can make one of all their parody song bits #theyre so dumb and they bring me such joy #you could prolly get a 20 minute video thats JUST mr brightside references lol #anyway for context #i had a memory of someone drawing the same image twice pop into my head with no prompting whatsoever #all i could remember was that the colors were funky and the images were droopy?? and im 93% sure it was jacob #and it was too off the rails for me to easily link it to a specific challenge or thumbnail #all i knew is that it felt kinda recent so i spent like 20 minutes scrolling the timeline of every video starting 9 months ago #and i did find it! much easier to find when its within a year thank god. its from 'making art out of our worst spam emails'#specifically jacobs section. and id say the 20 minutes was worth it. the duplication and immediate fade in of the render will always send m #so ye go watch it if youve got nothing else to do. help me justify the time cost lol #drawfee #sea rambles

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screamn-robo-drawin · 1 year

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This one is based off an older sketch and happens to be perfect for Dru’s Starbound prompt for april, CHALLENGE ROOM.

The story of how my novakid Axus got this hat? pet? being? the thing? creature. His oldest crewmate Afia asumes that it is an rabbit.

#starbound #starbound fanart #my arts #novakid #floran #novakid oc #oc axus #oc Afia #sbprompts23 #starbound novakid #starbound floran #starbound comic #challenge rooms are fun execpt when they dissappear #@dru-plays-starboound #you are very inspiring thank you for making these prompts

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wistfulwatcher · 11 months

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i feel like your roman candle; misty/nat, 8k, explicit

written in response to a series of tumblr erotic prompts (since i ended up getting many more than i was expecting, i have combined the ones that fit!).

prompts used: caught masturbating, torn lace, against the wall, fingers (@igotreallyreallytiredofmyoldurl), “do that again”, hair, panting, love bites, taste, restrained, desperate, tease, on the edge, and in public (if you squint)

read here on ao3

#mistynat #misty x nat #nat x misty #otp: you should be thanking me #otp #yellowjackets fic #mine #wordles #~~#this was supposed to be a short break fic! like 2k! CLASSIC me honestly #me writing mistynat: and unstoppable force (two of the most complex characters i've ever loved)#meet an immovable object (my complete inability to write established relationship fic)#(also classic me is choosing to make my first published nat pov fic when she's in her WEIRDEST SOFTEST headspace. i sure love a challenge!)#fyi i do intend to write more prompts since i still have a good handful of mistynat ones i'm inspired by #but i'll pick at them when i need another break from this long fic #ALSO ALSO gotta scream about how happy this title makes me. tfw you're looking at the band you KNOW you wanna use #(angelfish is like. PERFECT. for softer s2 nat amiright)#and you find a line that works on two levels SO PERFECTLY like. god that's the STUFF

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bluewinnerangel · 2 years

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Larrie Inktober day 7-9: change, phone, and saturdays in one. Laugh with me.

#sure is entertaining me and I hope it does you #if only it's to laugh at wtf I did to harry in the first doodle ahshddh sorry im actually sorry #this isnt something thats meant to look good #i dont think it looks good #just. so were clear. ok thanks #i cant believe im posting this shit dhfhd #listen i wanna get through all the prompts ok its either i post this or ill feel crap about failing the challenge and all that #and i mean yeah i did .. just.. make that. it exists now #might as well share the funny #inktober #larrie inktober #my art

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sibyl-of-space · 6 months

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my apologies for those of you who follow me for good music. this is the worst thing i've ever made

#i listened to Victory by Bond on repeat and then recorded a kind of deranged cello improvisation and then. well #me and 2 friends from school are doing monthly composition challenges where we have a prompt and we just make something silly with it #this was so fun i forgot how fun it is to make something kind of bad on purpose #my audio shit #thank you logic loops my beloved #monthly prompts

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set-phasers-to-whump · 1 year

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just wondering, are you doing febuwhump this year? i saw it circulating and thought id ask! you’ve got a great writing style

hi thank you so much!! tbh I’m not sure if I’m gonna do febuwhump, although in the past I’ve done it and enjoyed it a lot, this year I really don’t vibe with a lot of the prompts 😔

#like i would Like To Do febuwhump but there are a lot of prompts I don’t want to do or that squick me out #and not enough alt prompts that I like where I could make 28 works #I might just try to write from my bthb card instead #which is probably also good considering that monthlong challenges are always. well. challenging when they’re during the school year #but I am sorry bc I do like doing this kind of thing!! it’s just that this year’s prompts are Not For Me to too large of an extent #ask #anon #i say things #also thank you so much for taking the time to ask and!!! I’m so happy that you think I have a good writing style #literally it means so much to me thank youuu <3<3<3

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roccinan · 2 years

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"I think it's the weather change."👀👀

Injury and Illness Denial Prompts

“I think it’s the weather change.”

Martín let one eye slip open, the other too heavy to lift. He bit his lip, a crack of frost. Weather? He didn’t say anything, but Andrés somehow heard. He always did.

“The snow was marvelous,” Andrés told him, his grin a flame in the ice, “Demeter’s wrath is something to behold.”

Martín huffed, the world a dirty patch of grey, brandished by trees crawling skyward in ugly gnarls. He wasn’t sure how long he had been out, or how long he’d been lying sprawled in the snow, cushioned in Andrés’ lap. Wrapped in the Spaniard’s black coat and quite sure his feet were turning blue.

“But it’s turned to sleet, a hailstorm coming,” Andrés went on, with a childish giddiness that almost made Martín forget they were hopelessly lost in the mountains. “Nature changing as we speak.”

“I think I’m dying,” Martín interrupted, “to be honest, this really isn’t the way I wanted to go out.”

Andrés frowned, a flash of a scowl before he pushed his lips back into a grin. “You’re not going to die, my friend. A little cold weather is far from enough to fell you.”

Well, the cold weather was a son of a bitch. “How do you figure that? You’re going to huddle with me for warmth?”

Martín chuckled, cold air wrapping around his lungs. Tight. “Shield me from that hailstorm? Come on, Andrés-”

He imagined folding a hand against Andrés’ cheek, but the appendage was as good as a sack of stones at this point. “-You should leave me behind- keep going, find- find a cabin or something- I’ll-”

“You’re not thinking clearly,” Andrés snapped, his carefree mask gone for good, replaced with all the curtness of a threatened wolf. “But if you say that again, I will leave you behind.”

“Andrés, you have to-”

“I don’t want to hear any more of this.” Andrés looked away from him, eyes heated. “One more word and I cut out your tongue.”

A tinge of pink touched the snow. From this angle, Martín could see a splintered block of hail, the color of a washpaint rose. He followed the bits of broken ice to Andrés’ backside, a wet gash in his shoulderblade. A dark rip in fabric. Still bleeding.

Martín looked back to the sky. The gash should have been on the front of Andrés’ shoulder, if it fell on him out of the blue. Unless he’d angled himself to take it from the back, as if positioning himself over-

“The hailstorm’s coming,” Martín said, his voice straining in the wind, convulsing against felt, “please- Andrés, go-”

“I told you, it’s just the weather change.” Andrés reached behind, silently plucking another shard of ice from wherever it had lodged into his back. He tossed it aside. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

#nharidy #drabble #injury denial prompts #thanks for the prompt! this was one was actually a pretty big challenge haha but fun to do #uwu you get BOTH of them hurt #then the hailstorm fucks them up #and then Sergio the REAL VICTIM saves them on a snowmobile or something #also whatever situation is going on here is 100% their own fault of their own making

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