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plusultraetc · 3 months

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lowkey highkey stalking ur blog and saw a tag abt how u have thoughts abt s6 shigaraki. share🥹

HI thank you for asking!!

So I think you might be referring to this post about Shigaraki's s6 Fit Of All Time. The spiritual TL;DR of those tags is: I know this version of Shigaraki is a character who has reached Peak Manipulated, Tragic Story Potential, but his look is lowkey fire anyway.

(A note on the outfit: I stand by the fact that it is the Fit Of All Time. Simple. Classic. Very very cool. I overthought about it when I first saw it because I <3 overthinking about MHA and had a small Moment about Shigaraki reaching this final-ish villainous form and immediately donning a hero's cape, and the possible implications of this. Plus, and this is more of a USAmerican view I think, but a red cape is like The Superhero Accessory, because Superman (and Thor. And Doctor Strange. But mostly Superman.))

So. For context, I'm halfway-ish through Season 6 atm. It's me and my pockets full of spoilers against the world, but there have been Several Things that no amount of spoilers could have prepared me for, Shigaraki being one of them. I mean. TALK ABOUT A CORRUPTION ARC.

The thing about Shiggy is that, by the time we meet him, he has already had his traditional 'corruption arc' when AFO found him as a child and manipulated him into becoming a villain. When we talk about corruption arcs in literature, we're usually talking about this kind of moral decay (pun intended). It's the movement from 'hero' to 'villain' (or, in Shigaraki's case, 'innocent child' to 'supervillain successor.' And, yes, I know he decayed his family before he met AFO, but I'm really not going to assign any moral blame there for obvious reasons).

But Shigaraki has also had numerous other negative character arcs before we met him. He starts his life perhaps not with a happy, normal family, but with a family and a house and a dog. By the time we are introduced to him in s1, he's been living in the shadows, is isolated emotionally and physically from the people around him, and has garbage interpersonal skills and relationships. Even his name has been 'corrupted,' from the name of a hero (Shimura) to that of a villain (Shigaraki). So, it seems like Shigaraki has undergone every possible negative/corruption arc long before s6.

AND YET.

The s1 -> s6 Shigaraki journey isn't a corruption of morals or circumstances. It's a corruption of wills. When we meet Shigaraki, he's a whiny, impulsive 'manchild' (I don't remember who called him that after USJ, but it was iconic and they were correct. It might have been All Might. You go All Might). But in spite of, or maybe because of, his manchild-ness, you can definitely see that Shigaraki has willpower. He's bossy. He's actually kind of bratty. He pretty much stomps his foot and expects people to comply with his demands. If he doesn't like something, he's like, "Ew, Kurogiri, get rid of it/them this instant." AFO definitely has an unhealthy amount of influence over him at this point, but Shigaraki still plays a very active (though often unsuccessful) role in his own schemes (the Nomu attack in Hosu City, for example).

And, after AFO's arrest at Kamino, we actually see Shigaraki's will get stronger. He might flounder a little at first, lost without AFO's direct supervision, but eventually he's forced to start making real decisions for and about the League. This character growth reaches its apex when he takes over the Paranormal Liberation Front. (Note: red cape again. Grabs him by the shoulders and shakes him, etc.)

But THEN. Season 6. The literal battle of wills. If AFO prevails, he will have destroyed pretty much the only thing Shigaraki has left. It's like. The ultimate corruption arc. Corruption of the self. BTW in case it wasn't clear I want to roundhouse kick AFO into another dimension. I genuinely like most of the villains in MHA but he is the Emperor Palpatine of this story and it shows. [MANGA SPOILERS FOR THE REST OF THIS PARAGRAPH] I really, really wanted Shigaraki to throw him down the proverbial reactor shaft Darth Vader-style, but from what I understand that ship has sailed. Boooooo.

So now s6 Shigaraki is walking a very thin line between the success of this final corruption arc, that of his autonomy, and finally breaking some aspect of AFO's control over his entire life. It is a very, very thin line, because even if AFO can't control him anymore, he's the reason Shigaraki is WHO he is and WHERE he is (and WHAT he is, if we get into the whole Nomu-ification storyline).

So, yeah. Walking a very thin line. But at least he looks good doing it!! Wearing a disembodied hand on your face is OUT, wearing a tattered red cape is IN. What does it symbolize? Shigaraki personifying what he blames heroes for--destroying society--while dressing up as one of them? Shigaraki becoming his own hero by finally 'achieving his dream' of being powerful enough to destroy the world that hurt him? Foreshadowing that Shigaraki, wearing a hero's literal costume, and AFO are in some way opposed now? The author wanting to draw a really cool cape??? Who knows!! But I love it sm.

#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK #i'm sorry i wrote an essay i just really like talking about character arcs #and every time i get an ask like this my heart grows three sizes #bnha meta #mha meta #shigaraki tomura #afo #ask #anon #long post #liza blather #liza watches mha #more like liza hyper organizes her blog and still struggles to find things #edit: i just noticed i didn't put a read more on this besties i am so sorry

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kell-stitches · 1 year

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Hi I bought a TAD embroidery thing and I love it and it makes me happy just to see it so thank you.

Aw, thanks so much for helping support my little project! And I'm happy it makes you has happy to own as it did me to make it 💕

#every time I get something like this my heart grows three sizes #it's so full of love and gratefulness #asks #kell speaks

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bedsyandco · 5 months

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃

✰ PAIRING — fem!reader x jack hughes

✰ SUMMARY — in which jack’s gf is worried about her boyfriend and his injuries

✰ CONTENT — curse words, tiny angst, fluff

✰ WC — 1.47K

✰ NOTE — oh to take care of bf!jack after a tough game

you release a shaky breath, the tip of your thumb between your teeth as you bite your nail nervously. the lump in your throat only grows twice the size as your eyes stay locked on the devils' bench where a trainer was talking into Jack's ear, an uneasy expression on his face as he holds his hand out so they could tape it.

there was no doubt that he was gonna go out there again. they could tell him his fingers were broken, or on the verge of falling off and he'd still want to finsish the last 5 minutes of this game. and a part of you understood that. it was the Rangers, it was the first home game after a horrible road trip and Jack wanted to finish the game off strong.

your heart remained in your throat the remaining minutes, unable to appreciate the rest of the game until the buzzer sounded, the Devils' winning 6-2. this was only Jack's 3rd game back from a previous injury that you knew he wasn't completely healed from. you had urged him to take a few more games but when the Devils' losing streak extended to 7 games, Jack had insisted that he was ready to return.

this wouldn't be the first time you're anxious over Jack playing through an injury, or getting one during the game and just acting like it never happened. nor would it be the first time the two of you would inevitably have an argument about it later. however thoughts of arguing were pushed far back when Jack and Luke made their way out of the locker room, the usual post-win spark missing from your boyfriend's eyes as he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face in your neck.

you give Luke a quick smile over Jack's shoulder before pulling out of the hug and grabbing both of Jack's hands, unsure which one was the victim of tonight's escapades.

"I'm okay baby. It's just a little slash. they're not even broken, look," he says and wiggles his fingers in a little wave that gets him an amused little smile from Luke, one he was hoping to get from you but instead your lips pull down a little further and you pull away from his touch completely.

"This isn't funny Jack. I don't care if they're not broken, you were obviously in pain. And there was no reason for you to go out and play those last six minutes. You guys were leading by four." you try to keep your voice steady while berating him but by the way his eyes soften he probably heard the worry in your tone.

Jack sighs as his gaze moves from you to his little brother akwardly shifting around, trying to make it seem like he's not listening but obviously hearing every word.

"Let's not do this here, we can talk about it at home," Jack pleadingly states, dropping a kiss on your cheek as he interlocks your fingers and make your way towards his car, Luke trailing silently behind you two.

The silence from the drive follows the three of you into the apartment, Luke mumbling something about going to bed and you and Jack retreat to your bedroom as well.

"Are you gonna say what you wanna say or are you gonna continue throwing death glares my way the whole night?" Jack asks, exhaustion prevelent in his gaze as he takes a seat on his side of the bed.

"I'm not gonna say anything, we both know you never listen when it comes to this anyway. It's pointless, can we just go to bed please?" you say and Jack's eyes widen at the resignation in your tone.

After getting into night clothes and brushing your teeth, you and Jack lay side by side, your breathing the only sound in the room. Usually Jack would pull you closer to him by now, falling asleep the moment the smell of your shampoo fills his nose, but he's not sure you want him to touch him right now.

"This is my job. You knew how much I loved hockey when you started dating me." Jack says quietly, staring at the ceiling.

"Do you love it more than you love yourself? More than you love me?" you whisper, the words getting caught in your throat because you're afraid the answer might be yes.

"Are you asking me to choose between the sport I love and the woman I love? Because the answer would be you in every lifetime. And I'd give it up for you, but I can't promise you a little part of me won't resent you for it." Jack whispers back, the words barely audible as if that's a confession he's never even thought about, never mind verbalized.

"I'm not asking you to give it up," you answer and you hear his relieved sigh.

"I'm just asking you to love yourself a little more. Take the extra game off if you need it. Spend the last six minutes on the bench when your team is winning by 4 goals and you're injured. You only have one body Jack, and you're not going to be 22 forever, take care of it. You don't have to do everything by yourself you know? You can't win on your own, let your teammates carry some of that burden. Let me take care of you. Is that too much to ask?" you ask desperately, turning your head to look at him.

"No baby, it's not." he says, pushing himself up on one elbow so he's laying on his side and looking down at you, resting his other hand on your stomach.

"I don't want you to feel like I'm not supporting your dreams," you whisper, tearing up a little and Jack's heart squeezes tight.

"You're my number one supporter, babe. Always. I know that. It's why you're so worried about me. And I understand and I can't promise you I won't do what I did tonight ever again, because I'm me, and I'm bound to mess up, but I promise I'll try my hardest to be careful and take care of myself okay?" he says softly, kissing your tears away, and pulling you on top of him as he lays on his back.

"I love you so much," you say kissing his chest.

"I love you the most," he whispers back, squeezing you tight, as both of you drift off the sleep.

The next morning Jack leaves you sleeping in bed, and sneaks out to the kitchen where Luke's already making pancakes.

"What are you doing?" Jack asks, not bothering to say good morning.

"Giving you a head start on your apology breakfast," Luke answers and Jack can't help but feel a pang of affection for his little brother.

As much as Luke likes to pretend he was doing this to help Jack, he was really doing it to help you. Luke could see how upset you were last night and he wanted to do something nice for you.

"Aww Lukey," Jack coos ruffling Luke's hair on his way to the fridge.

"If you didn't make my sister upset every weekend, we wouldn't have to get up at this ungodly hour each time," Luke mumbles and Jack freezes at the word 'sister'.

"Sister?" Jack asks

"I uh- may or may not have accidentally saw that you ordered her ring." Luke stutters and Jack's eyes narrow.

"Saw it where?" Jack questions walking closer.

"Um-" Luke swallows nervously.

"Saw it where?" Jack asks again, picking up the spoon and holding it towards Luke's throat like one would a knife.

"Jesus Jack. Fine Quinn told me." Luke admits, breathing a little easier when Jack lowers the spoon, even though it was never really that threatning.

"How the fuck does Quinn know?" Jack whisper-yells.

"Trevor told him."

"Fucking Trevor. Can never tell him shit. I'm gonna kill him," Jack replies, while Luke silently questions why Quinn and Trevor were even talking to each other.

"For what it's worth, I can't wait until she's officially part of the family. I think she's perfect for you and I'm so beyond happy for you." Luke says and Jack immediately pulls him into a bone crushing hug.

"Thank you," Jack says softly as they hear soft footsteps approaching.

"Aw," you say taking in the sight of the two brothers hugging.

"What are you doing up? You're supposed to sleep in on your off days," Jack says walking over and pulling you into his arms.

"So are you. I woke up cause your phone was ringing," you answer handing it to him.

"Who was it?" he asks, putting it on the counter without even looking at it and leaving kisses on your neck.

"Trevor," you reply

"Fucking Trevor,"

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harrysfolklore · 1 year

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this picture i need it in a bubba blurb ASAPPPPP -🫶

OKAY HEREEEEE

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

“Daddy?”

A soft voice calling for him made its way to Harry’s ears, a voice that belonged to his three year old son, who was curiously peeking his head inside his home studio.

Ever since his little boy was born, Harry made the decision to switch everything up regarding his career, taking longer breaks between albums and tours and building a full equipped music studio in his home. He just didn’t want to be away from his wife and son, specially during his first years of life.

“Hey buddy, what are you doing over there?” Harry said as he moved his hands away from the piano tiles and looked over at the little boy who was just a replica of him: same green eyes, dimples and brown curls. It blew anyone’s mind when they saw how alike they looked.

He had been working on the same melody all day, he was in the process of writing his 5th studio album, the first one as a father, and he wanted everything to be perfect. The album was all about fatherhood, falling in love with his wife all over again and overall this new chapter of his life, he was happier than ever and that’s what the songs he had been writing told.

“Come here, baby,” Harry opened his arms, motioning the little boy to join him “I’ve missed you, would you like a cuddle?” his son curiously dragged his small feet across the room, Harry had noticed how much he liked his studio, and how fond of music his son was, always asking his mummy to play his favorite songs around the house and his daddy to sing for him. It warmed Harry’s heart every single time.

“Cuddle daddy.” the little boy mumbled as he climbed on the piano’s bench -with Harry’s help, of course- and placed himself on his lap. If there was something that Harry wouldn’t change for anything was cuddling his son, so when his baby adjusted himself on his lap and buried his face on his ribs, putting his little arms around his broad frame, he could feel his heart growing twice is size.

Harry kissed the little mop of curls and lingered his lips on the crown of his baby’s head, sometimes he couldn’t quite understand how he got so lucky to have the perfect little family. He found his soulmate when he was 22 and knew he wanted to marry her, he put a ring on her finger at 29 and now, at 31, he had a little bundle of joy that was a mixture of him and the love of his life.

Life couldn’t get any better.

So with a full heart and a sudden burst of inspiration, he went back to playing melodies on the piano, careful not to disturb the little boy in his arms.

“Music?” the boy beamed as he moved his little face from its position on his dad’s ribs, and Harry couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm over hearing him play “That’s right bubba, daddy’s playing music, you like when daddy does that, don’t you?” Harry cooed, he was man enough to admit that his little boy made him melt with every single thing he did.

“Play daddy” his son said as he sat up straight on his lap, his gaze fixed on the piano in front of him, and since his wish is Harry's command, he continued playing soft melodies for him.

Harry wanted to take that moment in and save it forever, he was unaware at that moment, but his wife was standing at the door frame, capturing the both of them in a picture that would be part of his album's booklet in the future.

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strawberryspence · 2 years

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OH MY GOOOOOOOOD !!! I LOVE TURMOIL !!!

Eddie calling Steve sweetheart is canon now by the way every fanfic writer uses it. They’re not even dating yet and it’s always, “Steve, sweetheart, please hand me the towel.” or “Sweetheart, did you eat?” or “You’re wrong, sweetheart, it’s this way.”

He only ever calls Steve, Stevie or sweetheart and at first, Steve thinks it’s a joke. Like big boy, you know? Steve’e never had anyone call him pet names, it’s always him calling girls baby or babe. But then it’s three months later, and his hands get clammy and his stomach gets butterflies when Eddie calls him Sweetheart, his voice dipping lower, giving his signature cheeky smile, his dimples dipping with the slope of his smile, brown eyes shining with a glint. Steve realizes he’s in love with Eddie fucking Munson and wants to be his sweetheart.

The longer it goes on, Steve feels more special. The implications of the pet name making his heart grow twice its size. He’s never been anyone’s sweetheart. Yeah, they’re not dating and maybe Eddie doesn’t like him the same way he likes him but Steve is sweetheart to Eddie, no one else and that’s good enough for Steve. Eddie does it so often that by now no one questions it (not even the kids, who was visibly confused the first time Eddie asks them, “Where’s sweetheart?” and even more confused to find out that he was looking for Steve.) and it’s just normal that Eddie calls Steve sweetheart.

Until the whole adult (Jonathan, Nancy, Robin, Argyle) squad goes to The Hide Out to watch Corroded Coffin perform. It’s packed with people, somehow Eddie’s murder allegations brings more people. It’s after the performance and they’re all drinking with Jeff, Gareth and Paul. They’re taking shots, playing drinking games, doing normal teenage stuff in bars.

Eddie’s openly gay with them now, he’s the first to do so in the group to ease Robin in (which makes Steve fall in love with him more). So yeah, it’s normal that after a performance a few boys (even girls) approach Eddie. Steve gets jealous, yes. But he doesn’t begrudge them for it, 1. They’re not dating and 2. Have you fucking seen Eddie? With all that liner, mesh crop top showing lines of scars and tight ass jeans that leaves nothing to the imagination. Don’t even get Steve started with the way his hair is tied up.

But then, one guy is openly flirting with Eddie and Eddie’s smiling and teasing back, and Steve’s heart is suddenly lodged at his throat. Eddie invites the guy to play with them, introducing him as James, and Steve ignores the side glances his friends give him as he excuses himself to get more shots.

They’re all playing having fun, everything was going fine until James takes a shot and it goes through the wrong pipe, he’s coughing loudly and harshly. Steve, because he’s Steve, gets a bottle of water for James, passing it to Eddie, who opens it for James. Everyone’s watching them.

When it finally settles down, “Oh god, that was painful.” James was laughing and Eddie’s laughing with him as he says, “Looks like it, sweetheart.”

It’s not even Steve who reacts first. Not Robin, Not Nancy. It’s Jonathan, he’s halfway through a drink and the glass just slips out his hands, hitting the ground and breaking into pieces as he gasps. Jonathan’s not even looking at the broken glass, just at Eddie. Eddie’s visibly confused, asking him if he’s okay.

When it fully loads to the whole group, Robin’s almost immediately up on her feet, fists first, she’s drunk, but not drunk enough to not think straight, but drunk enough to have the strength of an elephant. It takes Nancy and Argyle to hold her back. She’s screaming incoherent strings of curses. Eddie’s still confused, James looks downright scared.

Steve’s just sitting there. Open mouth, looking at the commotion as it sinks in. Maybe it was him, maybe it was all in his head, maybe he made it all up and maybe he wasn’t that special. Maybe sweetheart was just a name Eddie calls anyone, any guy and Steve was just another guy. Because why would anyone reserve the name sweetheart for Steve fucking Harrington? He's not that special.

He stands up, making Robin pause her rant as Steve holds out his hand to her, “You’re drunk. Let’s go home.” Robin stares at him, their own version of silent conversation before Steve adds, his voice wavering, “Please.” Robin nods, takes his hand, pulling him out of the place without questions.

Eddie’s left there, gobsmacked confused as to what just happened. James excuses himself, maybe because Jonathan’s glaring at the two of them like they’re Vecna.

“What happened?”

Jonathan’s glare intensifies. Nancy’s quietly judging him. Gareth's looking at him like he's the biggest idiot in town. Jeff and Paul are avoiding eye contact.

Argyle's the one who speaks first, "Brochacho, you just called James, sweetheart.”

“So?” Eddie asks. He’s actually confused to what the hell just happened.

“My dude, you only call our beautiful Steve, sweetheart. Sweetheart is Steve. Steve is Sweetheart. Only him. We’re just surprised you called another dude sweetheart. That’s why Buckley’s ready to fight you for Steve’s honor.”

Only then does Eddie realize what he’s done.

Fuck, he’s so screwed.

PART 2

#MWAHHSHAHAHSHSAHHSHA #lemme finish my paper nad ill write a part 2 #steddie #steddie rants #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #daeheadcanons #steddie headcanon #steddie fanfic #steddie fic rec #i love steddie #skittle six #spicy six

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lowkeyrobin · 3 months

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MCYT with an S/O who fosters kittens? :D

OH MY LORD YESYESYESHDNSKDNDN I had sm inspo w this bc I have 5 cats (cats are one of my favorite things ever I swear) and yeah dkkdkd THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST

MCYT ; you foster kittens

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, foolish gamers, karl jacobs, & slimecicle

warnings ; language, talk of harm towards animals

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

genuinely feels so bad when you have to let the cats go

like he tears up nearly every fucking time

he watches some of these poor cats go from aggressive and distant, barely able to eat because they don't trust you yet, to warm, loving and cuddley little creatures

he literally watches them grow and he gets so emotional cause like why can't you keep all of them???

he'll be off to the side when you're handing them away to a new home wiping his tears

he's more emotional about it than you

he gifts you like new cat food bowls and cat towers and stuff once they get all beaten to a pulp

if you're fostering more than like three at a time, he'll have a gang of them on his lap while he's editing, recording, or lounging around

his hands are always covered in scratches and scars because he'll fuck around and find out even after you warn him about them being feisty at first

"this one got ran over by a car and he's blind now"

"can we keep him?? :("

TUBBO

"Oh fuckin christ- y/n! the children are invading!"

they're always running in and opening the doors with their lil hands when he's streaming LMFAO

he loves that you foster cats, the fact you take time out of your life for these precious little animals that just need a chance at a better life is so heartwarming to him

if he's not streaming or sleeping, he's spending time with those chaotic fuckers

he and freddie make an orange cat that you fostered -who was deaf- become a dj

he didn't know the cat was deaf until you asked what he was doing

"I mean, for a deaf man, he's making some bangers!"

"yeah, this cat knows how to party, y/n, come join us"

he can never be around when the cats have to leave though, he just sits there with a pout because he gets too attached to them

yall got a whole room dedicated to the foster cats, don't worry, they're spoiled as all hell

RANBOO

like tubbo, it warms his heart to see you care so much about the poor babies that just need a little help readjusting and understanding that not all people are bad/you're there to help them

absolutely loves when you bring back like little feisty babies that barely know how to walk but know how to hiss

they can't help but laugh like "awe oh my god, this is so sad but it's so cute"

when I tell you all those cats are so spoiled by them

it's sweet though, he really cares about all the cats you take in too, you honestly foster them together at this point

you guys end up keeping this tuxedo cat with one eye and name it Jellyfish (as per chats vote)

the amount of fanart of you two with jellyfish 💔💔💔 so cute

jellyfish becomes the mom of all the new fosters and looks over them and shit, that way they ease into the new environment a little better

buys all the fosters outfits. there's a barbie sized closet for all the clothes

FREDDIE BADLINU

it's like there's a new cat every week considering he brings back street cats as well LMAO

these mf cats are SO SPOILED but they deserve it

he gets so attached to the disabled ones because he loves having to help them out

he loves teaching them how to eat from his hands too

it's so funny, like they'll nick his fingers and he'll be like "fuck, that tickles, Mr. Peanut!"

gets so emotional when you have to give them to better homes

like hugs and kisses them goodbye 4 times

he genuinely thinks your magic, watches those cats go from shy and trying to stay away from you to like being attached to you by the hip and all wagging their tails

he's constantly running around the house playing with them too

he loves seeing them pop up on 2 legs like meerkats when he's serving them wet food or treats LMAO

NIKI NIHACHU

she couldn't care less that the house is loaded with cat stuff and a whole room is filled with cat towers, shelves and toys for them

loves making new little puzzles/mazes for the cats with the shelves, making a little competition to see who can get to the top fastest

she names the cats because she's gonna get attached either way, but after a while they become more and more silly

like they go from Sebastian and Pixel to Tater Tot and Simon From Alvin And The Chipmunks so quickly

she learns how to make homemade cat treats as well

she also, like ranboo, gets a little barbie closet and fills it with cat outfits

some cats like the outfits and others don't, but the ones who do, good god it's like britney manson on the runway

absolute ws in that house, photoshoots for days

QUACKITY

"AH WHAT THE FUCK? Y/n! come get Jessie and Walter, they've invaded my stream!"

he genuinely names most the foster cats characters from meme shows/movies/memes in general

actually named one Badass Grandmas Meme ; also named another Hurricane Tortilla after that one vine

always taking .5s of the cats once they've accepted that he exists as well

sometimes they hop on his desk and join the stream

"Oh, look! it's Goldfish, she's the newest foster that y/n took in"

constantly taking pictures of you and the fosters throughout the stages of rehabilitation

from hissing and scratching to cuddling on the couch and lazy naps

no cat leaves without a little pair of sunglasses

he's genuinely inspired to make quackity cat merch because most of the fosters you take in LOVE clothes LMAO

FOOLISH GAMERS

literally treats these mfs as babies

you'll walk in and see him holding one of the elderly cats you're rehabiliting from a bad home whom just got rescued and he's holding this poor girl like a literal infant

she loves it though, most the cats do

the fosters love playing with his hair too, and he plays into it, always bends down to their level and wobbles his hair around for them to smack around and try to chew on

he has such a soft spot for them

if you're having one of those rare moments where you might give up on a cat, he's right there to try and help you

flea baths on kittens are always done by him, he feels so bad for each of them, meanwhile you're on cat-drying duty and giving them a lil medication to kill any remaining fleas

he's 50/50 on names at first but gives up with trying to not name them bc he gets attached anyways

"Oh, lookit! this is Evergreen, she's been chilling with us for like, 3 months I think"

he loves when they interrupt his streams bc they're so cute and explorative and curious LMAO

KARL JACOBS

he's always snuggling with them and letting them climb all over him

let's them play with his hair/dangly earrings he's wearing all the time

uses his hoodie strings to play with them too

also teaches them how to eat from his hands

he giggles with a "Oh my God, that tickles!'

he gives them all human names

the litters usually look like Tom, Sally, Joe, Micheal, Cameron, and Mellissa

loves giving them clothes too

genuinely releases a little merch line of cat clothing considering he's got a mini closet full of cat clothes for the fosters, why not share the little cuteness

he's a cat whisperer istg

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

he's the most supportive of you fostering cats like ever

loves fucking around with them and sliding them around on the floor, if there's any long hair cats, he loops very loose bows and clips around their fur and shit

cradles them like babies to sleep

and then slips them into the cat tower or on the couch/bed etc

even covers them with a little blanket

"Oh shit, they've invaded, they're raiding! the axe weilding brothers are here!"

gives them the most dumbass names like Microwave Popcorn and Toaster Strudle

he frames pictures of every cat in the hallway once they leave

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo x reader #quackity x reader #badlinu x reader #tubbo x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #foolish gamers x reader #karl jacobs x reader #niki nihachu x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader

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radkindoffeminist · 6 months

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I am 13 years old. I have boobs bigger than any other girl in my year and I stopped growing in height a year ago. People tell me I could pass for 16-18 easily. Girls ask what size I am. Boys mock me for having tits. Men hit on me. Most people think I am a lot older than I actually am. I am confused by everything.

I am 14 years old. I begin turning to online chatrooms and camsex for attention because I am so lonely and horny. I don't speak about them to anyone in my life because it's never spoken about. Women and girls don't have sexual desires. I start speaking to a guy, Glenn. He's 28-years-old and knows how old I am. I speak to him for years and he's the first guy I camsex with. He speaks to me like a person and not a child and I love him for that. One day, he doesn't respond and I never hear from him again, but spend weeks hoping that I will see another message from him (he had a habit of disappearing for weeks only to come back). He doesn't message again. My heart is broken.

I am 15 years old, just about. I continue using these online chatrooms because I am such a lonely teenager and need some sort of attention and this is the only place I can find it. I meet a guy, David, who I ask to be my boyfriend. He was 21 years old. We speak every day for a month and have camsex all the time. He is sweet and mature and has his own car! Our plans to meet fall through and then he suddenly stops talking to me one day. Two months after that day, he messaged me again. His grandmother died so he couldn't deal with life. I feel empathic towards him but feel forced to take him back. When I realise that he won't take responsibility for the fact that cutting me off for months hurt me because he says that he was hurt, I break up with him. He insists on staying friends. I agree because I still feel bad for him.

I am 16 years old. I start college and I'm still speaking to my ex David, but then I see how possessive he is of me. He wants to meet up with me but will only do so on his terms, when he can kiss me all he wants because he still sees me as his. I try and speak to him about the guys at my college and he gets jealous. I stop speaking to him. I begin to realise just how toxic him and these chatrooms and camsex all is. I make a vow to stop it for my mental health, but it is hard to stop something when what draws you there is the fact that you're incredibly lonely.

I am 17 years old. It has been three years since I first opened a chatroom and had camsex and I actively try to stop. I have spoken to dozens, if not hundreds, of men by this point and they are all the same: they want to use me and will put on a little play to ensure they can get me. Some are just nice and upfront with me, using me and then never speaking to me again. Some put on a show, pretending that they like/love me so I become wrapped around their finger. Some are kind and caring, but then threaten me when they realise that they won't get what they want. Too many of them are angry when they hear the word no and if they aren't straight up agressive towards me, then they're making me feel guilty for having boundaries or trying to convince me to break them because they're different from the rest. I've met dozens of men who've claimed that they're different from the rest but they never are. They're all the same. After so many times of promising myself to stop, what really gets me to stop was someone threatening to share naked photos of me he'd taken while we were on a video call on my Facebook. I block him. I realise just how manipulated I'd been over the years and come to accept the fact that most, if not all, of these men had taken photos without my permission and some probably still have them saved somewhere.

I am 18 years old. I have managed to mostly stay away from the chatrooms and camsex, but I ended up speaking to one more guy. He seems so lovely and kind and caring. He is 26-years-old. We live far apart but he promises that he'll come and visit me sometime, even though he dodges the question every time I ask and never seems to be around or available when I'm available. We talked on and off for months. One day I tell him that I've decided to completely give up on camsex. It is too toxic and traumatic for me. I never want to do it again. He stops talking to me. I slowly realised how he was just nice to me because he wanted camsex and nudes. He never loved me but I loved him.

I am 19 years old. I start dating my ex-boyfriend. He is a genuinely wonderful and kind person. He does not disrespect my boundaries regarding camsex and nudes. He used to do a similar thing and understands how toxic and horrible these spaces can be. He's a good person, other than the fact that he mocks my interest in feminism and occasionally breaks some boundaries. We stay together for a year before we end up drifting apart.

I am 20 years old. I have severe depression. For the first time in my life, while I am incredibly drunk, I talk about my ex David and all the camsex stuff. I feel a weight lift off my shoulders knowing that other people agree that I was groomed. I had convinced myself for years that I was not groomed because I asked him out so everything that happened to me was my own fault. But I realise that while I was a stupid teenager, it still wasn't right for men to take advantage of me. I learn to accept that camsex and nudes will always be a point of trauma for me and something that I can never do again. I am so proud of myself for not doing it for two years.

I am 21 years old. I am the same age my ex David was when I dated him. I look at the freshers at my university and I couldn't imagine dating someone who is just out of college (high school). I had realised some years earlier that my relationship was toxic and pedophilic but it took me getting to the same age he was to realise just how horrible it was. I wish I could warn so many other women but I know I have to live with it because I was that teenage girl who dated that older man so I know that every single one thinks that they're the exception to the rule. They think that there's no way they're getting groomed by and older man because they really are that mature. I wish I could tell them but they'll just run into their groomer's arms even more.

I am 22 years old. I am off anti-depressants and glad that my sex drive is back. I decide that now, post COVID, would be the perfect time to have some fun. I sleep around, but the sex is so unsatifying for me most of the time. The women are good but the men spent five minutes inside of me and are then done. Half of them don't do anything to make me cum and never ask if I have. One of them complains that I take ages to cum after spending two minutes rubbing me off (badly). After feeling guilty for cancelling something last minute, I end up hooking up with someone who I shouldn't have. I cannot remember the last time I felt so repulsed by someone's touch. I stop hooking up with people. For the first time in years, I broke my no nudes, no camsex rule. I feel awful about myself.

I am 23 years old. I realise that my hooking-up with people phase was just a copy of my camsex stage. I realise that the men I hooked up with used the exact same tactics as the men I had camsex with: seemed like nice people so they could use me; got angry at me when I said no to them because they felt entitled to whatever they wanted for being nice to me; and thought that they could drop me for weeks at a time because I will always come running back to them. Sometimes I feel so assured in myself because I have spent years learning about all the maipulation tactics that they all use and because I can say no to them when they try to guilt me; sometimes I feel like that same 14 year old girl who ignored every red flag that she ever saw because she was so deperate for love and attention from anyone.

I am 24 years old. I am 2 years younger than my ex Sam was when I dated him and 4 years younger than Glenn was when I started talking to him. I look at the 18-20 year olds in our office and they are basically children to me. If I feel this way now, how much creepier will it feel when I actually hit 26 or 28? I tell people I have no interest in men and for the first time in my life I truly mean it. I stopped dating them years ago but all interest in them is gone now. Sometimes people tell me that I just haven't met the right man yet. I shrug it off but I want to scream at them. I have met dozens of men who have told me that they're different to the rest but they are all the same in the end. The right man doesn't exist.

#long post #one day I will make another post detailing so many of these men I remember from my cam sex and hook up days #the stories I have are pretty horrid #but they do explain why I don't trust men

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queer-n-here · 2 months

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u already kno wassup !!!!

eldritch abomination reader who has come to originally destroy the world, but was enchanted by their 'one', ( aka sigma, atsushi, and mushitaro or someone of ur choice ) and instead devotes their entire time stalking and invading their lovers mind, pulling them into the readers all devouring aura.

( ur honor they are madly in love ) they dont quite have a proper form but has slowly been constructing one bc their lovers coworkers/friends don't believe they exist "you always go out on dates with this mysterious person and you always rant and rave about them, but not once have we seen them. are you just making them up or something?"

so eventually reader finally constructs the perfect form and comes to their workplace to get them for their date ( that involves tentacles, mind fucks, and breeding ) . Reader basically envokes primal fear in everyone and will kill anyone who hurts what is theirs ♡. major weird ask but it is a random and specific Need i have

~ 🕸

Long time no see 🕸️ bro! Btw, thank you, this just made my writer's block evaporate.

Is it weird that I totally loved every single part of this?

Also, I had no fucking idea what an eldritch abomination is, so I did some research bout them!

This ended up becoming 100% fluff, hope you like it!

Contents: Eldritch abomination reader who sees Atsushi and goes heart eyes

Warnings: Fluff, powerful reader, mind manipulation, shit ton of stuff that doesn't fully make sense but whatever, it's Atsushi even if I haven't mentioned his name (because I felt like the Eldritch would be like 'that's too simple a name for me to address my love with')

EDIT: Soooo, I may have confused myself on what an Eldritch horror is 😅 I kind of imagine smth like Dormamu from Dr. Strange tbh hehehe

You had arrived at that small universe to satisfy your thirst of destruction, to watch it crumble under your power as faces of fear and misery looked up at you, their lives at your mercy. And yet, you found yourself thinking of that vision less and less.

It was not going as you had expected.

Nowadays, you were focused more on that boy that you had started watching. His house was located quite close to the woods you had chosen as your home.

You were everywhere, and always watching everything, but you needed a headquarters of sorts to concentrate your power for it to be more effective, and that was why you had chosen the woods.

You had expected him to be the first of your victims, yet now you found yourself growing less and less fond of that idea. He was not meant to be killed. He was meant to be taken care of.

Not only was he so incredibly small and three-dimensional (like most of these 'humans') he was also wonderfully precious, like a small-sized treasure that slowly began meaning everything to you.

So after months of watching him, you finally gave into your desire of meeting him in person. You changed your form to the one with the simplest dimensions, not wanting to make him lose his mind the way you did others.

He had stepped out of his house to gather firewood, that little thing. When he saw you, he dropped it all, stumbling backwards and attempting to run.

You were not pleased.

You guided the trees of the forest to block his way, and when he had no way left to escape, you spoke to him in the language he would comprehend.

"Do not be afraid." You said, your voice low and guttural. "I do not stand before you with intentions to harm."

He had fallen to the floor in his attempt to scramble away from you, and now he looked up at you with fear in his eyes.

It was not an expression you wanted to see on him.

So you eased into his mind, calming his small brain with the likeness of a sedative. His breath grew steadier, and his eyes returned to their normal size. His instincts were clouded now, and he could not help but be drawn to you, standing up and stepping closer.

"Closer," You told him, and he obeyed. He did not need your words, you could control him fully if you wanted.

But some part of you was reluctant to do it. You wanted him to... Like you? Perhaps, you yourself were not entirely sure yet.

You moved closer, wrapping your form around him, encasing him into yourself, away from the rest of his world, where he would be the safest.

You let him be curious, freeing the part of his mind that you knew would ask questions... You wanted him to know you.

"What are you?" He asked, his eyes wide again as he turned to look at all of you.

"I have many names," You said. "But you will be able to use none of them; they are too powerful."

His wide eyes reflected the kaleidoscope of colours of your form, and you felt his brain grow appreciative of your form.

Pride. It was an emotion beneath you, and yet you could not help the swelling of colours in your form when you saw that he liked it.

"Then... What should I call you?" He asked, looking as though he was still unsure who he was talking to.

"Anything," You presented before him a makeshift form. It was a mirror image of his own, something he could look at while talking and not feel awkward.

He gasped. His fear had long since been subdued by your charm, and he did not hesitate to reach forward and his doppelgänger's shoulder.

"Wow," He whispered, and your colours became brighter again.

Later, when returned back to his house, his senses finally returned to him, and he realised the danger he was stepping into.

And yet, could he resist the urge to go back to you? Not when you had so easily planted it in his head. Hence, after resisting for a whole day, he returned to you the very next.

You let him look for you in the forest, hiding in a dimension his eyes could not perceive. You let him run around, growing more and more desperate when you wouldn't show yourself, calling out to you, but unsure of how to do so since you hadn't told him what to call you.

When he collapsed, tired, on the bank of a small lake in the woods, tears dripping from his eyes as he sobbed, you decided that your game had lasted long enough.

And so you showed yourself, making it look as if you had emerged from the lake itself. He looked up with a gasp, eyes wide and wet as an ecstatic expression broke through his face. His arms rose, reaching for your form.

You let him touch you; today you had taken a four dimensional form, and it was way easier for him to get wrapped up between your colours.

"I thought... I thought you l-left," He said, sniffing.

"I would never," Was all you said, and yet his face lit up. It was not your doing, you had already relaxed your control of his mind when he had entered the forest.

Weeks passed, and his human mind slowly developed romantic feelings for you. You perceived them, and yet never expressed it. He would be the one to tell you, and on his own accord.

You waited, but not for long. Soon, he brought you flowers, handing them to you as his cheeks flushed, looking away and shivering slightly. You wrapped around him; humans got cold painfully easily.

He froze in your embrace, he had learnt some of your ways to show affection. His blush spread gradually, and his muttered confession felt like something with even more power than you.

Joy. Yet another emotion beneath you, but when it came to him, you were reduced to a mere human teenager. You cared not of status or immortality anymore. Destruction of his world? You had long since abandoned that plan. This was his home, and you'd protect it with your life.

You would protect him with your life.

A month passed, and he visited you everyday, bringing with him small presents of the like you knew humans appreciated. You took them all, preserving them with your power so they would never spoil and hide them away in the most complex dimension you could find.

And every time he visited, you gave him the thing you thought was best: a little bit of your own immortality. He did not know yet; you did it without his knowledge. But you did not think he would mind if he found out.

Now he sat on a tree branch as you watched him, leaning against the trunk for balance. You had lifted him up there, and he was speaking of the view. You could not help but move upwards, closer to him.

He watched you, a smile on his face as you changed forms again.

Being three-dimensional was difficult for you. Not only did it weaken your power incredibly, it also could not store your abilities. The closest you could reach was four-dimensional, and that itself took its toll on you.

And yet you were always four-dimensional with him, knowing that this was how he could see and touch you best.

You sat on the branch next to him, wrapping around his small frame.

There was a comfortable silence, and you slowly lulled his brain, sending him to sleep.

You loved it when he was defenseless, when all his safety was you, when the only one that he trusted was you, and not his human friends.

It was another one of those days where you were watching him as he went about his day, keeping him safe from any danger that might come his way.

He was talking with his friends, and they appeared to be teasing him.

"Come on, you've never even shown us a picture..." One of them said, sitting so close to your human that you had the urge to crush her insides. "Or even told us their name!"

He flushed slightly, not knowing how to respond. "W-well, their name is... Very complex."

"A nickname, then," Another said, wrapped in bandages and leaning back casually against the couch. "Or what? You just call them 'honey bun sweety pie'?

They laughed, and you bristled. Your human was getting flustered, and no one but you was allowed to see that expression on his face.

You took shape immediately, condensing your power so much you felt its strain. To make it three-dimensional was like trying to contain the ocean in a glass jar, and yet you attempted your fullest, anger fueling your movements.

You appeared on the doorstep of the building, your speed phenomenal as you climbed its small staircase and appeared at the door of the room your human and his friends sat in.

You pushed open the door, and stepped in. They all looked up, and his eyes widened.

Your power needed your three-dimensional vessel to be big, and you were as tall as 6'8", your shoulders wide and arms thick with what looked like muscle but was actually energy. Your hair was a light brown, and covering your body was what seemed to their eyes a suit.

He recognised you immediately; one glance at your multi-coloured eyes and he knew. This was you, the one he loved.

You walked up to him, throwing him a well-practiced wink as you greeted him the way you had seen lovers greet each other, leaning down to place a kiss on his cheek.

"I came to pick you up," You said to him, your voice low as you ignored everyone else in the room. "Your work has almost ended now, right?"

A long-haired man lowered his glasses to look at you. "And who are you?"

You could not help but grow irritated, and you triggered fear in the minds of everyone in the room but the one who was yours.

"He's..." Your human seemed breathless. "He's my b-boyfriend."

One of the humans, the insignificant ones, whistled as he stood up. He was scared, you had made sure of it, but was putting up a front.

"Damn, Atsushi," He said, taking in your carefully constructed human form. "He's biiiig."

Your human blushed, his cheeks reddening in that way you did not want them to see.

"I don't see why you didn't show us his picture before," A female said, her house quivering slightly. "He's not bad looking at all. Not that I thought you were, just so you know."

You looked at her, sending her your appreciation for praising you in front of your human by tickling the part of her brain responsible for pleasure.

She squirmed in her seat, her eyes slightly wide.

You turned back to what was yours, holding out your hand. "Shall we head home?"

His blush spread; he still hadn't managed to take his eyes off you. "O-okay..."

He let you take him away, his cold hand clasped in yours. You put on a burst of speed, and the two of you were back in your forest.

The moment you two were alone, he took your face in his hands, his eyes shining.

"You look..." He could not go on, but you knew what he meant.

Another burst of pride. He made you feel things you had never thought significant before.

You leaned down and kissed him, pressing his plump red lips against yours and, unknown to him, transferring more immortality to him.

He responded in the affirmative, letting you wrap your arms around his waist and bring him closer.

You opened up dimensionally, creating a fourteen-dimensional barrier around you two, freeing your power and protecting him at the same time. A part of you still remained three-dimensional before him, embracing him and kissing his lips.

When you pulled away, his eyes were slightly moist.

"I love you," He whispered, and you smiled.

Your love was such that it could not be put into words he would comprehend, and yet you did not want him to think that you did not reciprocate his feelings.

"I love you, too," You put energy into the phrase, making sure he felt the intensity of your feelings.

#dom male reader #dom reader #top male reader #sub bsd x you #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs #sub bsd #sub bungou stray dog x you #sub bungou stray dogs #sub atsushi #elderitch #eldritch reader #supernatural #powerful reader #fantasy

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nerdieforpedro · 4 months

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Watch me and Touch it Querida

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x plus size female reader

Fanfiction is 18+ MDNI

Main Masterlist / Santiago Garcia Masterlist / Oscar Isaac Masterlist

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: You have a crush on your long time friend Santiago. After the events of Columbia, he stays in your spare bedroom. You two make good roommates. Pope decides to ask you a question that you thought was just a throwaway. Turns out he was serious.

Warnings: Teasing, Hair worship (is this a thing? I guess it is now 👀), oral sex (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), unprotected P in V (wrap them thangs up), cockwarming, aftercare, bad jokes throughout (another Nerdie staple)

Notes: My first Santiago smut! I think I captured his essence. Maybe, Ya'll will have to let me know. Also, I apologize to anyone who actually plays guitar, I just looked up what Google said were the four basic chords.

The first clue should have been that he asked to stay with you. He had three other men, his brothers, that he could have stayed with. Especially since they don't talk about whatever happened last month. Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia is a flirt of a man, has been since you’ve known him. You pay him no mind, his little compliments don’t phase you - much. He would call and text you in between deployments and later when he was out of the military. He’d also call when he was in the States or overseas consulting. Just checking in on you, he would normally lead with asking about how you were doing. Your mind constantly told you it’s the kind of thing he would do with the guys except they likely have private jokes. Your heart tells you it might be more, but your mind usually wins with reasoning.

Him moving in went fine. Pope didn’t have much with him. A few duffle bags and a backpack. He took up your second bedroom and things were easy. Just fine. They guys joked that you two should have been roommates years ago since you got along so well. They’re not wrong, you just still need him to move out. Which is impossible to ask considering one of his friends just died on their trip, none of them will say how and even though they all still get along, neither Frankie, Will or Benny will let Pope stay with them. Suspicion is high that there’s some lingering resentment there, but it’s not your place to ask. You weren’t there. You don’t know and you’re not going to.

You haven’t seen any odd habits so far. He cleans up after himself, cooks every once in a while. No women have been in your guest room that you know of and you never want to know if they have. The conversations flow easily and he plays his guitar sometimes, letting you sit on his bed next to him while he plays different chords. Strong hands alternate between picking at the strings and strumming them, Santi softly hums a tune you’re not familiar with. There was a Die Hard marathon you both watched together the other day. No red flags….which should have been red flag two for you.

He’s your friend. Almost a brother to you. You can’t be looking at how his polo shirts cinch around his waist and slight tummy or how they’re struggling with every thread on those biceps of his. The man has a million watt smile with curls to match, a dangerous five o’clock shadow, plush lips and warm chocolate eyes that focus on you when you speak. When he calls your name, you always exhale, it sounds perfect out of his mouth. Your thoughts haven’t even broached his thighs or that perfect curve he calls an ass when he asks you out of the blue. You’re minding your own business on the couch reading a book. Lying to yourself that you’re going to do less screen time this year.

“You think I should grow it out? I’ve always shaved it.” How long had he been thinking about this? Wait…shave what? Not his head right?! Not those curls. Curls that you’d snuck your hands in only a handful of times copying a noogie that Benny would do and only when the others were around. So silky with a touch of gray….He had asked a question. About his hair, shaving it…

“Santiago. Please don’t shave your head.” You pleaded, harder than you meant it to come out, but you were serious. It warranted your book closing and to look up at him. Why did he have to stand in front of you like that? Sure most people do that, but it’s not okay when he does it. You’re aware of this and the fact that you still haven’t told this man to move in with one of his brothers means you’re the third red flag. At some point, you became okay with the idea of throwing away your friendship with Santiago. Oolging him when he’s not aware and looking forward when he’s away for a few days so you can think more about his merits and assets. Possibly with a few handheld aides.

He laughed at you and sat down on the couch. “No tonta (silly). Grow a beard. My facial hair grows pretty fast anyway. What do you think? You like facial hair on your men angel?” His shoulder nudged your arm. You chuckled at the thought that he joked about you having men. Pfft. Shaking your head, you playfully swatted his cheek, his rough stubble grazing your fingers. You made sure your hand came down to your knee, the desire to keep in on his face was too strong in the moment.

“I think you could pull off a beard. You already have stubble half the time. Just don’t let it look raggedy Santi.” You smiled, trying to picture it. The most facial hair you’d seen him with was a mustache in pictures before Delta Force and he looked like a porn star. Hell he looked like one now. You need to stay focused, you’re having a conversation. If he did have one of those nice, maintained beards though…he might turn into an evil villain. They usually had some cool beards before getting thwarted by heroes. His grin at your very apparent compliment and distraction makes you lose the little focus you did have.

“Glad you believe in me. You didn’t answer my other question though.” Squinting your eyes, you’re confused for maybe the third time tonight. “Do you like facial hair on men or do you like them clean shaven?” He leaned in, very clearly expecting an answer.

Frazzled, your answer matched your current state of mind, “I mean, more hair is always better than less hair. I love some friction, you know I’m used to it because of my thighs but that’s…it’s gotta be a different kinda of sensation when someone's doing it right and has a solid beard…” His wide eyes told you that you’d said too much. Way too much. You stood up and mumbled goodnight, cursing yourself and hoping that maybe he had another overseas contract soon. He grabbed your wrist and stood with you.

“Is that what you like angel? Something for a different type of friction? Good to know. I take it you haven’t had that from what you said though. Sweet dreams cariño (dear).” Santiago said as he released your wrist. He knew damn well you weren’t going to sleep tonight and you didn’t. The next few days, he didn’t mention it and when you two met up with the guys and their girlfriends, he didn’t mention anything then either. By next week, you were sure it had blown over and he left saying he was going to be gone for two months. That was plenty of time to forget your mistake right?

The time came and went fast. Santiago was back…with a damn beard. It was black with gray strands at its edges. Letting his lips peek out from the oval of hair that formed around them. You looked, then turned and snuck another look. Angry that you did. Maybe he would shave once he got settled in. He greeted you with a hug, nuzzling his nose and jaw on your neck as he embraced you. You wanted to slap him for testing you, but maybe he didn’t remember, you also wanted to touch his face and kiss him to feel the hair on your face. Gazing up at him, his curls had grown out a bit more as well, more pronounced and larger. Pope said he was going to go take a shower and frankly, you felt you could use one too. Get these ideas out of your head.

The first week is fine. A good amount of time spent with the guys both at bars, their places and in your apartment. The second week however was the kicker - Santiago had gotten some beard oil that smelled of cedar, jasmine and a hint of vanilla. You were thankful that Will wanted Santi to tag along with him this week for more motivational speaking engagements. Pope was out of the house and away from you smelling that damn delicious.

As it was past 9pm on a Thursday, you were already in your oversized sleep shirt and panties. Not sexy at all. Not that you needed to be, you’re dancing around in your apartment. It’s something you haven’t done too much except when Santi’s out of town. It helped calm you and you could focus on the music and not your various worries, especially your thoughts about your roommate.

Santiago unlocked the door to your apartment. He walked in and saw you in the living room. Swinging your hips, arms above your head. What should come on next but “Worth the Wait” by Kali Uchis & Omar Apollo. You’re singing along and moving with the music, it wouldn’t hurt to dance with you right? It’s not like he hasn’t danced with you around your home before, though that was usually to some boy bands that you would play because you knew he hated them. He took hold of your hands and interlocked his fingers with yours, his gaze on your surprised face as you stopped moving, but he brought one of your hands down and patted your hip to encourage you to continue to dance. The song is slow and the content is rather sensual. “Keep dancing cariño. With me.” Is the only thing he said as you two moved, your chests mere inches away from each other. He released your hands and placed them on your hips and yours immediately went to his beard. You figured if he’s going to dance with you like this, you may as well touch it. He let out a deep chuckle, leaning forward. Santi pressed his warm chest against yours, he spoke in your ear, “You like it, touch is querida (sweetheart)? I grew it just for you.”

Your breath hitched when he said your name in your ear and his hands that had been on your hips, roamed your back. “Y-You did Santi? You didn’t have to…I..” His large hand ran up your neck and cupped the back of your head as he sang along to Kali’s next song “All Mine.” Your hands fell to his sides, pressing into his skin, kneading it. It would be embarrassing how moist your panties had become and that your nipples were hard as little pebbles if you didn’t feel the need to jump this man, but dancing is sweet and nice.

We’ll figure it out as we go, just you and me

But we won’t leave each other alone, that’s all mine

All me, all me All mine, All mine, all mio, mio, mi

All mine, all mine, all mio, mio, mi

Both of you continued to rock side to side until the song ended and Santiago stood to his full height. You wondered if maybe you’d gotten too lost in the music and had imagined everything. You hadn’t let go of him yet, if you weren’t hallucinating then that meant this just happened and maybe you could act on what you’d been feeling. “Santiago. What you just sung, did you mean it?” Your eyes scanned his face, you wouldn’t be distracted this time. He had essentially used a song to confess his feelings to you, but it needed to be said outside of a song. Pope took hold of your chin and smiled.

“Yes I meant it. I know how you’ve been undressing me the entire time I’ve been here angel. I’m not an idiot. At least in that department. I’ll say I’m not great at long term relationships so we’ll take it how it goes, sí (yes)?” He offered. That was all you needed to cup his face, place your fingers in his beard and pull him in for a frantic kiss. He appeared surprised which made you grin as he parted his lips for you, quickly recovering and wrapping his arms around you pulling you toward him as you let him in, his tongue exploring your mouth. The groan you released was loud as you pressed your thighs together, feeling the wetness spread. You pulled out of the kiss and pulled him toward your bedroom. “Cariño, you sure?” He asked with slightly red lips. You answered by pushing him onto the bed, hands on your hips, you scanned his body. He didn’t need to ask and you weren’t going to answer such a silly question. You smacked your lips at the tent in those damn cargo pants he always wore.

“Too many clothes Garcia. Take them off.” Your hands went to your hips. “Now.” Santiago hadn’t seen this side of you and was enjoying it. He was normally one to take charge in the bedroom. He removed his shirt, exposing his taut muscles that flexed as he fiddled with his belt and removed his boxers and pants in one drop. He kicked off his socks as he sat on the side of bed with his arms out. You stepped up to him but didn’t embrace him. Instead, you just dropped your soaked panties as they hit the floor, heavy with your own wetness. Santi looked down and muttered a soft, “fuck,” next you removed your shirt. Your curves on full display as he attempted to place his hands on your hips but you stopped him. “Up on the bed. I’m due some friction since you keep teasing it with me.”

“¡Joder! (Fuck) , this is what you like huh? Being in charge? I’ll play along this time.” He slid back toward the top of the bed where you were expecting him in the middle.

“That’s where I’m supposed to be Santi. Move back down.” You motioned as the bed dipped, you crawled next to him and looked down at him. He smirked, damn grin. You wanted to pink he cheek, both sets.

“No. If you’re going to take charge then you need the right seat angel.” He wiggled his eyebrows as you scratched your chin for a moment. It clicked, he wanted you to…no one’s ever asked that. Pope didn’t give you a choice about settling on his face gently. He turned on his side to grab your knees and pulled you over his shoulders, his breath on your slick inner thighs. “Look at you. You’ll drench me won’t you angel?” He turned his head to the side and rubbed his beard on your thigh, you brought your legs closer together and reached down, taking a handful of his curls while calling his name.

“Dammit, you know how many nights I’ve thought about this, your curls and this beard? Don’t ever mention cutting your hair again unless I say so.” You growled, his nose tipped upward touching your clit momentarily before he drew back. “Fuck..you damn tease Santiago…” His hands roamed from your knees to your thighs and then your large ass, giving it a squeeze. It made you buck your hips and drop them, making your slick lips come into contact with his beard. Your yelp was sharp and followed by multiple curses as you heard Garcia laugh into your core. It didn’t matter now if he laughed, you were here, sitting on this man’s face. You dropped your hips to stifle him, calling his name as you sat. The sweet grate of his beard against your thighs and mound had you dripping.

Santiago had never seen you so feral. He was throbbing as he watched you cry out his name and felt his cock twitch when you pulled on his hair. He knew he had an effect on you but didn’t expect this. This was so much better than he could have imagined. Now that he could barely breathe, he opened his mouth, kissing your entrance before rolling his tongue around your tight hole. He estimated that he’d definitely need you come at least twice to accommodate him. He then had it pass your entrance to explore within you and he felt your strong pulses. He smirked again, hearing you scream as he went deeper before truly starting. He alternated hollowing out his cheeks to suck what felt like your uterus out of you and having his tongue press against your soft core. He was concerned for a moment that you may pull out a chunk of his hair, the way you were using his head to steady yourself as you grinded into his face. When he was pulling his tongue back to suck again, you screamed his name again and gushed, soaking his face, beard and neck. He drank as if he'd come in from a desert and you were the first source of water he’d come across. When your body relaxed, you fell forward and he slid from under you to lay next to you. Your face was sweaty and some of your hair was sticking to your forehead, one of your hands weakly came up to your face in an attempt to hide it but he grabbed it and kissed it gently.

“You asked me to strip so no hiding hermosa (gorgeous). You had your beloved friction?” He teased and you smiled, shaking your head. He didn’t forget that you said that. He remembers all the wrong things. He set your hand down on the bed and rubbed your back, “Ready for more? I’m going to need at least two more from you.” He explained and your eyes went wide.

“I might have one…and that’s being generous of me. Why two?” You managed to prop yourself on your elbows but were still on your stomach. His hand continued to rub your back and slowly went to your ass, then a finger slipped into your sensitive sex, making you gasp. “Y-You need to warn someone when you do that…”

“That’s why, you’re a little too tight.” He kissed your shoulder and licked your ear, “those boys you’ve dealt with and your toys don’t prepare you for me querida.” His finger pumped slowly and as it reached deeper he added a second one, making you lift your right knee to allow yourself to open more. The squelching noises coming from your cunt had you whine as you gaze up at Santiago who was watching you, his gaze heavy. “I wonder which chord your pussy plays to angel?” He licked his lips and nibbled on your ear again before speaking again, “Em?” His fingers pumped into your straight, “how about C?” He curved his fingers slightly and your hips snapped, you opened your legs even wider as you began to wiggle against the mattress.

Santiago stopped his fingers for a moment and flipped you on your back before adding a third finger and curling his fingers even more, “How about G?” His eyes were dancing, watching you pant from just his hand. You’re saying his name, but babbling angrily at him. He finds it adorable that you still have it in you to be angry. You could hold a grudge. He’ll fuck it right out of you. His free hand roams your wide stomach as you pull on the sheets around you and your legs continue to part for him, feet planted into the mattress as you move your hips with his fingers. He leans over you and kisses you gently to which you release the sheets and grab his head, digging into his curls again, biting his bottom lip. He draws back deciding to finish you. He wants to watch you as you climax this time, “let me give you chord D cariño.” Santiago crosses two of his fingers over each other, bends them slightly, hitting your spongy sensitive tissue. Your hands let go of his hair and grasp his forearms, digging your nails into them and you groan with your second climax, it feels stronger than the first as your back arches. He revels in watching your mouth wide open spilling with his name repeatedly, even the pain from your nails is welcome. He’s not normally into it being a bit rough, but he senses that you might not be aware of what you’re doing. He wouldn’t mention it now. Something else to tease you with later.

Slowly you feel his fingers leave your drenched cunt, you feel like you’re floating but exhausted. Your eyes flutter, but you watch as he licks his fingers, hearing him moan as he does. It had your core stirring again. Having him take you apart, break you even though you planned to be much more assertive, initially you weren’t happy about it, but he’d done nothing except pleasure you since you’d ask him to strip. “S-Santi, do you want me to…” Your eyes trailed down to his swollen and dripping cock which looked thicker than any you’d had, even your dildos. You were understanding more why he made sure to prepare you first.

“Not tonight. I bet you’re still pissed at me for teasing you. I know you hold onto a grudge like a dog with a bone, angel. You'll be a little less mad after I finish with you.” He rubbed his beard against your soft stomach before settling between your legs, “Ah! Damn it, I need a condom. I’ll have to go to my room, I have some-” His face went from smoldering to panicked, then to confusion as you reached down and gently gripped the head of his dick.

“I have an IUD Santiago. I’m not mad but, you’re not taking your cock out of me until it’s soft. I will be livid if you do.” His eyes were wide as your knees parted further and you brought his head to your entrance. He placed his hand over yours and moved it gingerly. You watched as he looked up at you.

“I didn’t realize you were such a dangerous woman. As my angel wants.” Santiago slid into your wet cunt halfway, watching you to see if you had any discomfort. It was slight, only from the stretch, he was so girthy. You growled at him.

“You’re not all the way in are you? I’m fine. Just move, Please Santi…” That famous grin spread over his face as he pushed forward until his hips were flush with yours. “Yes…that’s it…fuck it’s so much. This was in those damn pants? It isn’t enough that you have that ass?” You managed a small giggle, reaching your hands to cup his face. “Fuck me while you kiss me with this beard you sexy bastard.”

“You’re so damn kinky cariño. I love it and you, too.” His lips crashed into yours as he started his pace, not bothering with slow as he drew back and gave deep thrusts that kept hitting your cervix. Moans between the two of you had your lips swollen as you kept needing to either bite, suck or release cries. His hands moved from your stomach to your knees, bending your legs back and tipping your hips upward slightly, hitting an entirely different angle. Santiago was up on his knees and had moved out of your reach so you placed your hands over his that were on the back of your knees. Between him rutting into you and the bending you were doing to try and touch any part of him, your insides were quivering again. You were close again already.

“S-Santi..It’s…” You stuttered, in between your whines. He nodded as he felt you starting to clamp around him, he felt his balls tightening. Dropping one of your knees, he wrapped an arm around your back to bring you close to him, one hand went to his soft curls, now drenched with sweat and the other held the back of his neck as your thumb ran across his temple and grazed his beard. With a few more pumps, Santiago spilled into you, groaning into a rough kiss with you, his teeth nearly colliding with yours if you hadn’t had your tongue run along them. The sensation of him filling your core, had your third orgasm begin. Pope slowly dragged his softening cock along your walls to extend it, he kissed trailed down your neck. When both of your bodies stopped moving, Santi gave it a minute and went to pull out to which you wrapped your legs around him.

“Not yet. Just inside, a little longer Santi.” You cooed, kissing his shoulder. He nodded and held you, as the both of you soaked in each other’s warmth. When you removed your arms from him, he took that to mean that he could move which he did. He went to your bathroom as you tried to sit up. He looked back to you and quickly motioned for you to stay on the bed. He returned with a warm washcloth after whipping himself off and opened your legs. The cool air had you let out a quiet sigh.

“Careful, you keep sounding like that, I may have you ride my face again angel.” You laughed knowing you didn’t have the strength to do so no matter how tempting it sounded. He carefully wiped, making you flinch as your cunt was swollen and sensitive. Once he finished, he helped you sit up and helped you to the bathroom. After the clean up was done, you both returned to bed, getting under the sheets, you laid next to Santi and twirled a finger in his curls. “Ven aquí (come here) cariño. You enjoy yourself?” He pulled your upper body onto his chest, preferring to be face to face with you.

“I did. I’m going to be sore for a few days, but it’s worth it.” A soft smile graces your face as does Santi’s. You peck his lips and lay your head on his chest. His laugh vibrates throughout his chest. His hands are once again on your back, stroking it. It’s relaxing.

“Good to know I’m worth it angel. I was starting to think all your staring had you rethinking my beard.” You poked out your bottom lip and pinched his bicep. His hands grabbed your hips and jiggled the extra flesh you had on them.

“You could have just asked you damn tease.”

“Nah. I had to make you work for it a bit. I’m not an easy man cariño.” He kissed your forehead as his hands traveled back up to your back.

“You’re near impossible is what you are, Santiago. You’re lucky I love you.”

“Yeah, that I do know querida. I love you too.” A comfortable silence fell over the two of you in each other’s arms, fully exposed to each other finally.

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The Vinsmoke family meet their niece (Zosan X reader) P2

Plot: While out shopping with Zoro and Sanji your baby girl Kuina gets tired so you take her back to the sunny only to bump into the three Vinsmoke brothers.

Warning: Violence, Blood, Injuries, bad language and Making out

Reader is female and for this i gave her the ability to control Snakes that come form tattoo's on her arms, she can change the size of them but they are also connected to her emotions, Kuina is 8 months old and has Sanji's eyebrows and blonde hair but your eyes and skin tone.

Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship.

After getting your snake out Ichiji dropped your baby to avoid the attack her little body wrapped in a blanket hits the floor and her screams make your heart and mind shatter. Your snake's eyes change form round to slit feeling your pain and the overwhelming need to protect it attacks anything it can besides you and the baby. You're overwhelming emotions causing it to go out of control and soon burst out the top of the warehouse as Niji electrocutes it and Ichiji fires red light at it, the fight causes a big explosion making the snake scream in pain as it falls aside and into a nearby building. You manage to pull the red spikes out despite the pain and shakily walk over to your baby as she lay on the floor screaming her little lunges out, you can't help but cry as you drop to you knees next to her on. Blood dripping from your hands, legs and mouth but you reach out running your finger tips over Kuina's cheek leaving some of your blood behind. You want to hold her so badly but you can't pick her up in case she's hurt, you don't want her to hurt.

"You bitch" Yonji yells out running at you but you put up your other hand out and make your fingers into fangs. The tattoo snake on your arm leaps out and tried to sink its teeth into him while wrapping its growing body around him, but he manages to throw it off only for it to lunge at him shoving him through the side of the building. The two snakes team up to attack the three man pushing them further away form you while attacking anything that gets in their way. The sound of screaming people, building falling apart and your snakes hissing in a scream like sound falls on def ears, all you can hear is your crying daughter, her cheeks red and tear stained as she wriggles on the floor "Shhhh, it's ok baby... mommy's here. Oh, sweetie i'm so sorry" you cry leaning over your baby unable to control your cry's and the snakes that just left you. You kiss her forehead and listen to her scream and cry, it hurts you, it hurts more than the pain in your limbs and stomach.

You sat there for a while not knowing what to do, your baby cry's but your in too much pain to move and you dont want her to slip out of your hands due the blood. You flinch as a hand touched your shoulder, looking up you jab your nails into the person only for them to grab your hand. You glare at the girl in front of you but you soon relax a little at realizing who it is "Reiju?" you ask not believing that the Pink haired girl is actually in front of you "It's ok, i'm here to help, let me help you" her voice is so soft and it calms you down a little but you put your focus back on your crying baby "Kuina, please help her" you gulp trying to stop the tears as the pink haired girl nods and looks over your baby with a smile. You move over a little, so she can see but you watch her every move "She's beautiful, and she's ok, just a little bump, it's a good thing she's crying" she smiles stroking the baby's head and wiping away her tears "He dropped her" You whisper not convinced your baby's ok, Reiju takes your hands and starts bandaging them up "I think my blanket took most of the fall, you have a doctor on the ship right? so i'm sure she'll be fine with him" her words were so kind, you remember meeting her a few times, she helped luffy and even though she hardly said anything to you she always had this sweetness about her even when she tried to hide it around her brothers and farther.

You watched your baby start to calm down as she finishes bandaging your other hand. "Thank you" you suddenly say getting her attention "For the gift basket and card, Sanji was so happy and Kuina loves her blanket, carry's it everywhere with her" you smile your eyes locking with your baby girl, Reiju smiles back helping you sit back against a wooden create before picking your baby up and puts her in your arms. Holding your baby again felt amazing, she stopped crying as she looked at you feeling safe in her mothers arms, You felt relief seeing she was ok but you did wipe the blood you left off her cheek. Reiju checks the rest of your body soon getting to your stomach which you hiss at in pain throwing your head back into the crate while gritting your teeth "Sorry, you probably have internal bleeding, i'm going to give you an injection to stop it but your doctor will need to know.. Sorry this is going to hurt" she states taking out a needle before stabbing it into your stomach, you grunt and grit your teeth at the pain but it soon stops when she pulls it out and takes care of your legs. You look up at the broken ceiling and then around you see the damage your snakes have done, the sound outside is still going on, loud hissing and buildings breaking, you can stop them but you have to get up and tell them but a part of you doesn't want to, they were brought out to take down Sanji's three brothers, and they won't stop until they are dead or you pass out.

You bring your focus back to your baby her beautiful eyes looking up at you and when you smile down at her she smiles back with a small giggle. You turn your attention to Reiju who's bandaging your legs up the best she can, blood stains the ground around you. You feel tired and the need to pass out is almost overwhelming so you gently place a kiss on Kuina's head before laying her on the floor, you don't want to drop her if you do pass out. "Come by the sunny later" you smile leaning against the crate looking down at he pink haired girl who stops in shock before looking up at you "What?" she asks confused why would you invite her to the ship. "I want Kuina to meet her aunt properly, so please, if you can come by later" your eyes start closing as you talk, you hoped to stay awake longer but before you could hear her answer darkness took over, there was one thing you noted though, for some reason a tear feel down the pink haired girls cheek.

Zoro and Sanji run following the snakes as they get smaller and smaller until they were just normal looking snakes, they slithered into a warehouse that looked almost destroyed and up your arms again going back to normal tattoo's as you lay on the floor your arm around Kuina who was awake and playing with your fingers. "Y/N, Kuina" Sanji and Zoro yell out running to you two, Sanji looks you two over before picking up Kuina who reaches out for him. "Hay sweet heart" The cook tears up holding the baby close in his arms, relief washing over him at seeing his baby unharmed. Zoro gently rolls you over and sits you up a bit but you don't wake up, he looks you over confused your wounds are bandaged up and cuts are stitched closed, someone was just here and took care of you. "Is Kuina ok?" Zoro asks looking over at his daughter "Yea, yea, she's fine" Sanji sighs standing up as Zoro carefully picks you up in his arms and stand up. The cook walks closer and looks you over, your passed out but your not bleeding. Zoro looks around the warehouse seeing the mess and blood on the floor, it makes his blood boil, not only did they hurt Sanji in the past, but they tried to kill you and hurt his baby. "What's that?" Sanji asks snapping Zoro out of his thoughts as the cook reaches into the strap on your shoulder pulling out a piece of paper holding Kuina with one arm. The two walk out while Sanji reads getting a little teary eyed when seeing its Reiju who helped you and his baby. "Guy's what happened?" Nami yells out running towards them along with Chopper, Luffy and Franky "We need to get them back to the ship, Kuina has a head bump and Y/N has internal bleeding" Sanji runs over to the group handing Chopper the letter as Zoro runs up behind him trying not to shake you too much as he runs.

You feel sore all over and the light on your face isn't helping things but you force your eyes open a little, the light blinding making your head hurt but you soon manage to adjust and see a white ceiling "Kuina" you call out your voice sore as you try and talk "Hay love it's ok, she's here" Sanji comes into view bending over you and running a hand over your cheek, you turn your head to the side seeing Zoro holding your awake baby girl who's playing with his earring's. You reach a hand out for your baby but you can't reach so Zoro pulls up a chair with his free hand and sits in it next to the bed and leans over so you can touch your daughter. You run your fingers over her back with a small smile, your baby turns around and takes your finger in her small hand "she ok?" you ask trying to sit up, Sanji helps you sit up being careful of your stomach in the process "Yes she's fine we're worried about you" Zoro looks you over seeing you struggle but at least your awake. Once your comfy Sanji sits on the edge of the bed and holds your other hand "What did they do to you? To Kuina? and don't tell me it was nothing because your snakes have never acted like that, even on Wano, they attacked us" Sanji asks his eyes sad and full of worry, you squeeze his hand and look at the two with worry "What? They attacked you? I-i'm sorry, d-did they hurt you?" You panic a little, you never thought they would that "No baby were fine, we handled them, but they did a good job kicking their asses" Zoro laughs making Kuina smile and giggle too. "My love, please tell me what happened, why did they attack you?" Sanji leans closer wanting to know.

You sigh and rub your thumb over his hand "They said your dad wasn't happy, i wasn't targeted or anything, and he didn't ask them to go after me they just saw me and thought" You stop yourself flashes of what they did coming back, Zoro places a hand on your shoulder as you continue "They only hurt me they didn't hurt her....until i, Oh god it's my fault, i'm sorry baby" you start crying, tears streaming down your face as you lean over to kiss your baby's hand, you remember her screams and her falling to the floor "I'm sorry, i should have kept my mouth shut" you place your forehead in your baby's arm before being pulled into a hug by Sanji who shushes you as he holds you "It's not your fault love" Sanji soothes stroking your hair and kissing your forehead "Yes it is... she'd be ok if i kept my mouth shut. They talked so badly of you and once i started i couldn't stop... it's my fault" Zoro places his hand on your cheek moving closer to you "Hay don't you dare... you're a fighter, she's not hurt, you protected her" Zoro leans over showing the back of Kuina head by moving some hair out of the way. "See, not even a scratch" He whispers as the baby fusses in his arms a little, You reach up and run your fingers over her hair sighing in relief, there no bump or redness. You manage to stop crying and pull away from Sanji "You did great love" The cook leans down placing his lips on yours for a light kiss, you kiss back with a small smile before pulling away and taking Kuina form Zoro.

Your hands still hurt but you don't care, you pull her to your chest and let her play with your head as you kiss her head and hold her close. "I'm so sorry love" Sanji leans in placing a kiss on the back of Kuina's head "We didn't realize you were gone until we talked with Nami" Zoro puts a hand on the cooks shoulder trying to reassure him "This is no ones fault but those three" The swordsman was right but you both couldn't help but feel guilty in some way "And when i see them, i'm going to kill them" You let out a laugh at the swordsman's words "I'll join you" You reply as Zoro places a kiss on your cheek with a smile "Make that three" Sanji joins in squeezing your hand and placing his other hand on the swordsman's leg, Kuina pulls away form your shoulder and babbles a little making Zoro laugh stroke her head "Yea, you'll kick their asses too won't you?" You hand the baby back to Zoro who holds her up as she giggles "Your gonna get them yea?" he asks nuzzling her belly making her laugh. You smile at the two as he brings her down into his chest only for your baby girl to try and eat his earring's, he pulls her away as she gets annoyed at him and shakes his head at her. "You want to come and eat with the crew?" Zoro asks you before standing up with Kuina "I think someone's hungry" he laughs as Kuina starts trying to put his earnings back in her mouth, but he pulls his head away again. You nod as Sanji helps you to the edge of the bed where you sit for a second feeling pain shoot through you stomach "You ok?" Zoro ask watching you wince a bit in pain "Yes just sore but i can walk" you nod about to get up only for Sanji to pick you up bridle style "My queen doesn't walk" Your cook smiles down at you, holding you as you all head to the kitchen.

The kitchen was lively as you sat at the table closest to the door, your baby in her high chair at end of the table, she was starting to eat solid food now, it used to just be baby food that Sanji would make but now she eats all sorts of course through the day you still give her a bottle, but she seems to prefer sold foods now. Sanji sits across form you eat and some times helping his baby eat while Zoro sits next to the cook, the food was made by Sanji while you were out but Nami and Robin were kind enough to take over, so he could sit with you and Kuina in the medical room. You were snapped out of your loving look to your boys by a knock on the kitchen door. Things suddenly go quiet around the table as everyone looks at the door. You could make out a figure through the door window lightly smiling you stand up "Babe/Love" The boys call standing up too but you walk round and place your hand on Sanji's shoulder with a bright smile "It's ok, i know who it is, don't worry" you move to the door and open it to see the pink haired sister Reiju standing there. You step aside and let her in, Sanji's eyes widen upon seeing his sister walk in as the others smile at her and wave, Zoro looks over to her with a small smile while your baby looks up at Sanji then to Reiju. "Sis?" Sanji asks stepping closer as the pink haired girl rubs her arm a little not sure how to react or what to do "Thank you" Sanji smiles hugging his sister as you move to sit back down. She tenses a little before hugging back slightly looking around the room over his shoulder.

The room goes back to normal, people laughing and eating as Sanji talks with his sister for a minute before bringing her over to the table. Her eyes land on you then to Kuina who is still looking up at her in amazement before smiling and reaching her arms out to the woman blabbering away. "You want to hold her?" you ask making her jump a bit at your question "I-urm... sure" Reiju sighs giving in to what she really wants, Sanji take the bib off Kuina and picks her up handing her to his sister who holds your baby close, Sanji helping her since his sister has no idea what she's doing. The baby giggles a little and reaches for the pink hair running her hand through it but not grabbing or pulling, "You were passing out when you asked me to come, i didn't know if it was still ok" Reiju whispers looking to you as you gave her a warm smile "I meant every word i said" you reply making Reiju finally smile, her eyes watering a little as she looks down at the baby in her arms "Are you ok sis?" Sanji asks worried about his sister, he had no idea what you two were talking about but at least it made his sister smile "I'm an auntie... she's beautiful Sanji, I hope she grows up to be just as kind and loving as you" The pink haired girl looks up at her brother with a big smile making the cook tear up and hug his sister.

With dinner over it was now only you, Zoro, Sanji, Kuina and Reiju in the kitchen, Zoro sat next to you with his arm around your shoulder as Sanji sat next to his sister who was still holding the baby girl "I'm really sorry this happened" The pink haired girl sighs looking over at her brother "I knew farther was mad but, i didn't think this would happen" Sanji places a hand on his sisters shoulder giving her a sad look "Your farther didn't plan this" you state leaning into Zoro as the girl looks up at you a little surprised, she wasn't convinced her farther had nothing to do with this but then again the three boys have acted out of impulse before and a need to impress their farther. "Bu- bu" Kuina calls out while playing with one of the wings on Reiju's costume making her giggle "Is that my name now?" she asks the baby who repeats the name "I'm guessing she's trying to say butterfly, right?" Sanji asks leaning into place a kiss on the baby's head as she smiles and pats the wing in her hands. Zoro lays his head on your shoulder watching Sanji and his baby feeling more relaxed now that its all over. A snail phone goes off Reiju jumping a little before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a very small snail phone, she hands the baby to Sanji before standing "I should go" She seems to panic a little but Sanji stands and grabs her arm "Wait, you just got here" Zoro stands too walking over to Sanji and taking the baby off him "It's farther" Reiju sighs the phone still ringing in her hand.

Sanji's eyes turn to anger "I want to talk to him" The cooks blood boils only for Zoro's hand to pull the cook away form his sister "I don't think thats a good idea" Sanji glares at the swordsman wanting to berate his farther for almost killing you and his baby, it doesn't matter if he had nothing to do with it. "Zoro's right, please don't" You stand up the pain killers wearing off but you hold back the pain trying stop another fight with the Vinsmoke family. "Fine i won't say anything but i want to hear what he has to say" Sanji steps back crossing his arms over his chest. Reiju sighs looking down at the phone before answering it "What took you so long?" You sit back down holding your stomach feeling a little sick at hearing that voice again "I'm sorry i was busy sorting ou-" Reiju try's to make up an excuse that doesn't involve any of the straw hats only to be interrupted by her farther "Yea, i heard about the mess they've caused, what happened?" He sounded angry but it was a good thing he didn't know much. Sanji bits his tongue his face going red from anger as Zoro pulls him into his chest to try and calm the cook down while holding Kuina in his other arm. Reiju sighs putting on a stoic face as she talks "The three got into a fight with a local who disrespected them, My apologies for not being there when it happened" A sigh can be heard from the snail phone "Don't lie to me"

Your heart drops as you look at the phone "I know you want to protect your brothers but lying to me isn't going to get you anywhere. Tell me what happened" His voice got louder and more angry as he talked, Reiju looks at the three of you giving a sorry look since she has no chose but to tell him what happened, she knows that her farther most likely knows the three brothers had a run in with the straw hats otherwise he wouldn't be this mad over a destroyed village. "They attacked some of the straw hats" she states hearing silence on the other end indicating that he wanted more, she sighs before continuing "Y/n and her daughter and then later Sanji and Zoro" There's another moment of silence before the man grumbles "Are they dead?" His question causes Sanji to pull away form zoro to yell only for the swordsman's hand to go round the cooks mouth holding it, so he can't talk. You slowly stand and make your way over to take Kuina while Zoro restrains a very angry and fighting Sanji. "No, there alive, all of them" Reiju answers watching as her brother struggles against Zoro and you back away holding your Kuina "Good, those boys i told them to leave it" Sanji stops fighting at hearing the mans words "That boy is no longer my son so it shouldn't affect us" You glare at the phone in the pink girls hand as it talks "Yes i was mad when i found out since it technically is a part of our blood line now but it doesn't carry our name. We'll at least have some separation, now get back here and bring your brothers, i need a word with them" The phone clicks off and you sigh in relief glad that its all over, and he didn't know that you all were in the room.

"I'm sorry" The pink haired girl sighs putting the snail phone back in her pocket "You've got nothing to be sorry for, you handled that well" You smile at her walking over to give her a pat on the shoulder which she smiles at and runs a finger over your daughters cheek. "You gonna stop?" Zoro asks Sanji his hand still around the cooks mouth and holding Sanji's back and arms to the swordsman's chest, Sanji sighs no longer struggling and nod, the green haired man lets go of the cooks who turns and rubs the back of his head "Sorry" The blonde sighs as Zoro rubs his back "I know, i hate him too" Zoro has never met Vinsmoke Judge but that doesn't mean he can't hate the man "I should go, i'm really sorry about all of this" Reiju turns to her brother who walks over and gives her a hug "Thank you sis, I'm happy for you to visit us any time, just don't bring them" Sanji pulls away earning a smile and a nod from his sister "It was a pleasure meeting you" Reiju runs a hand over Kuina's head as she starts to fall asleep in your arms. She nods to you and Zoro before leaving the kitchen and the ship. "Are you ok?" you ask placing a hand on Sanji's shoulder, he looks a mess "I-I don't know, i'm just glad you and the baby are ok" The cook pulls you into a light hug being careful of the sleepy baby in your arms and your stomach, Zoro sigh and walks over putting his arms around you and Sanji kissing the cooks cheek "Everything's ok now, plus you got to see your sister" You smile up at the cook before leaning up to place your lips on his, he gladly kisses back running a hand up and down your back. Sanji pulls away and looks at Zoro leaning over and placing a kiss on the swordsman's lips who gladly kisses back.

"There's nothing to worry about now, their safe" The swordsman pulls away to speak looking down at you and Kuina who is now fully sleep in your arms, Sanji looks down at his daughter in your arms and smiles looking over her cute face, her rosy cheeks and how her lips part as she breaths "Sanji" Zoro finally manages to get the cook's attention as you giggle a little "Lets head to bed" The swordsman pulls away form you two heading to the kitchen door and opening it for you all. You walk out followed by Sanji who keeps a hand on your waist, turning the corner you see Usopp and Franky cleaning up after fixing the side of the ship "I didn't think it was that bad" You get there attention both looking up at you and Kuina "It was mostly internal, were done now, so she can sleep" Franky whispers moving some stuff out of the way for you "night" Usopp waves as you walk past them followed by Sanji and Zoro. Once your in the room you place Kuina down in her crib and head over to your chest of draws to get changed, Sanji leans on the side of the crib watching his sleeping daughter and taking her blanket away since she shouldn't have it while asleep. Zoro watches you take your top off struggling a bit so he heads over and helps you throwing it in the washing basket and running his hand over your bandaged stomach. You look over your shoulder at him seeing his face worried and slightly angry "It's ok" You whisper turn to face him and cup his face prying his eyes away form your stomach "Everything's ok" You lean closer placing your lips on his.

Zoro steps closer placing his hand behind your head while running his tongue over your lower lip, you open your mouth for him your tongues meeting as he hums into you enjoying the kiss you both share before pulling away. He helps you get dressed being careful of your injuries and then walks you to bed and helps you in, Sanji finally pry's his eyes away from his daughter and gets changed then crawling into bed and laying his head on your shoulder kissing your neck "I love you Mi amour" The cook whispers making you smile "I love you too darling" you whisper back placing a kiss on his forehead as Zoro gets into bed on your other side and kisses your shoulder wrapping his arm around you and onto Sanji's waist "I love you too Hunk" you look over at the tired green haired man beside you who lightly kisses your lips "I love you both" The swordsman lays his head down on the pillow next to you closing his eyes to fall sleep, "I love you too Zo" Sanji smiles running a hand up the swordsman's arm thats over your hips. The three of you lay there feeling relaxed now that the day is over but also exhausted soon falling asleep.

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hyunsvngs · 3 months

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I saw you mention church boy Jisung and it made me think about an ask I sent RJ aaages ago! It was about young priest Hyunjin tho. I hope you don’t mind it but I had kept it in my notes and I thought I’d share since it’s this week’s mood 👀

Priest in training Hyunjin who can’t help but stare at you during mass bc the rays of sun coming through the stained glass hit you just right as if you were a revelation.

Priest in training Hyunjin who blushes everytime you come get your host and when he softly draws a cross on your forehead with his thumb as you look up at him.

Priest in training Hyunjin who prays for you every night to keep you protected.

Priest in training Hyunjin who also prays every night for clarity bc he’s never felt this way. Who recites three extra Hail Marys bc he feels guilty about how many times he thought about how warm your skin would be during the day.

Priest in training Hyunjin who feels himself get hard and his heart tighten when he practices giving confessionals and you tell him "brother Hyunjin I’ve been having impure thoughts about a boy I like" "Oh?"

Priest in training Hyunjin who feels elated when you volunteer at the presbytery and gets to spend more time with you.

Priest in training Hyunjin who gives you his favorite rosary for you to keep (and remember him by, even though he won’t admit it bc it’s a selfish thought).

Priest in training Hyunjin who starts to think that there’s no way loving and coming to the thought of someone as angelic and kind as you could be a sin.

Priest in training Hyunjin who starts to think that if God made us all in His image, why can’t he worship you? Tenderly kiss the sole of your feet? Kneel before you?

Priest in training Hyunjin who feels like he could die on the spot when you tell him how pretty he is. Even worse the one time you asked him if he were an actual angel.

Priest in training Hyunjin who doesn’t move an inch when you bravely decide to tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. Who turns into a literal statue when you start tracing his features with your fingertips ; his brows, the bridge of his nose, his cupid’s bow, his plump lips…

Priest in training Hyunjin whose brain turns into mush and instinctively closes his eyes and takes your finger in his mouth and sucks on it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Whose heart grows three sizes when you softly kisses his eyelids.

Priest in training Hyunjin who can feel his heart breaking when you come to him one day crying, apologizing for being such a temptation to him. The more he is with you, the more he realizes that God did give him clarity after all those prayers. You’re not temptation, you’re a gift.

Priest in training Hyunjin who keeps in a picture of you in his locket. His crucifix above his robe, and the most prized piece of jewelry beneath his undershirt, for no one to see.

Priest in training Hyunjin who comes in his boxers along with you when you end up dry humping passionately in his room. If you’re both fully clothed, it doesn’t count, right?

Priest in training Hyunjin who finally sees the light when he gets to be inside you for the first time. Whispering and breathing his thank yous in latin in your open, panting mouth. In your pretty, tight, warm, sopping wet core. You are not sinners, this is love in its purest form.

THIS IS FUCKING WOOPOOOOOOAOAHHHHH WHISPEING HIS RHAKS IN LATIN?! SHUTUURORPTPFOGG THIS IS SO JOT

#juno’s asks ♡#sweet baby anon #asks: hyune #blasphemy kink!

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slasherscrybaby · 2 months

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Sukuna x female reader

Sukuna had left to terrorize poor Yuji, and that would mostly take about three hours, depending on whether Sukuna didn't get bored. You watched him leave through the front door, get in his car, and then drive off. This was your chance. You walked upstairs, slipped past the doors of his room, and plopped onto his bed. You sit there for a minute, your heart pounding against your rib cage, as you think to yourself. Were you really going to do this? You took a shaky breath and lay down on your side, your head hitting the same pillow he uses every night. Your face grows warm, as does the feeling between your legs. You squeezed your thighs together before putting your face on his pillow and inhaling deeply. It was intoxicating. The one weird thing that was on your mind. The Ryomen Sukuna smell was very intoxicating. Everything he does. It was purely intoxicating. The way he smiles, the way his eyes shift, the way he licks his lips, his hands, his arms, his voice, his tongue, and his cock—it gives you that burning stretch. No matter how many times he fucks you, you could never get used to his size.

You rub your hand slowly down your body and into your sweatpants, then into your already-dampened pants. You use your index finger and ring finger to spread your wet folds. Your middle finger rubs your clitoral bone clockwise. Your eyebrows twitched as you huffed. You took your pants off, and you got in dog style, laying your face on a sukuna pillow. You rub your clitoral area, making you wetter. Your eyes flutter closed as you picture your hand as Sukuna's. He told you how needy you were acting and how you were such a good girl for him and only him. You put your pointer finger and middle finger in your wet hole, slowly thrusting them in and out. You pick up the pace, and your fingers curl, making you moan out Sukuna's name. You began to fuck yourself with your fingers.

Fuck Sukuna, I need you,” you moaned out as you whined like a needy, desperate bitch in heat. “Please, please fuck me harder.” The lewd, filthy sound echos through the room. Your moans mixed with the slushy sound from your dipping pussycat. It felt so good that your mind started to go blank as you moaned. "Please, I need your cock, Sukuna.”

“Really?” You quickly turn to look at him upon hearing his voice. There he was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, a smug look on his face, and his boner in his jeans.

“I—when did you get back?” You asked embarrassedly as you shifted. Sukuna chuckled before he spoke while walking towards the bed. “I came back because I forgot my wallet, but...” He trailed off as his eyes trailed up and down your body like a predator catching his lunch. You felt your pussycat's pulse. “I guess that brag can wait another day... I have something else I have to do.” Sukuna unbuckles his jeans, pushing them down. You crawl over before your finger crawls at the waistband of his boxers. He harshly slaps your hand away before harshly grabbing your jaw. “Ask permission.” You can feel your heart doing the Olympics in your body. "Please, Sukuna, “he says, cutting you off as he squeezes harder on your jaw. “What was that?” He asked in a stern tone. You swallowed, "Please, master. Let me suck on your cock. Let me make you feel good,” he smirks, then his thumb rubs against your bottom lip. “Good girl,” he says, moving his hand, and you slowly pull his boxers down. To be greeted by his hard-leaking cock. You gave his tip a kiss, then licked his shaft. Sukuna sucks his teeth. “Did you not say you would make me feel good?” He asked, annoyed, as you opened to say that you were. He placed his large hand on the back of your head and harshly thrust his cock into your mouth, all the way to his base. Your nose was buried in his pubic hair. Your throat was squeezing the head and pushing down towards the base of his cock. Sukuna growls as he looks down at you. Both of your eyes met as you began to bob your head. Your tongue runs the side of his shaft and swirls around the tip before you hallow cheeked him. The topside of your tongue runs up and down and around his shaft. You spit on his cock and use your hand to jerk him off, as before you licked and sucked on his balls, making his hands twitched at his side. Your hands gripped the back of his thighs, your head bobbing up and down his length as the tip hit the back of your throat. You kept your eyes on him the whole time. Fuck, he cursed underneath his breath as his hip jerks. You moan around his cock as saliva runs down your chin and onto your shirt. His shaft throbbed against your tongue with my head swollen in her throat, repeatedly hitting the back of her throat. He hissed with one last thrust. He held your head in place as his seed shot down your throat. “Don’t swallow yet. Show me where I’m dropping my kids off first. “He pulls his cock out. You open your mouth wide for him to see his cum on my tongue. He smirked and said, "Okay, princess, you can swallow them. Take this shirt off, then ass up." you nodded and took your shirt off, throwing it on the floor, then lying on your stomach with your ass in the air. Sukuna discards his clothes before getting behind you. His left hand slaps your ass cheek before gripping it and speeding it.

“Look at you...dripping with the need of my cock destroying your gummy wet walls. You want that? Hm? Does my needy slut want me to breed them?" H He slaps your ass again. You moan and nod, “Please breed me.” He grabbed his shaft, jerking it off, before rubbing it against your dripping pussycat. The tip of his cock was pushed in, making your back arch. You whine into the pillow. Sukuna uses one hand to grab your hip and the other to push your head into it. He harshly began to thrust into you like a whole animal, making you moan.

“"Be a good girl for me; take my cock. Such a good slut. Whose pussy does this belong to? You were made for me, my cock slave.” The sound of his grunts, your moan, and your skin could make you come undone. Your toes curl as he leans over you. I wrap my one hand around your throat, pushing your head up to look at him as he breaks you. The other hand squeezes and pulls at your nipple. “Don’t look away from me. I want to see you come undone,” he said as he groans. “Don’t you dare fucking take your eyes off me; you understand?” You nodded. “So good." You whine, “You're so big, Ryo." “I know I am a baby, and you're taking me so good, princess,” he whispers in your ear before reaching a hand down and rubbing your throbbing clitoral area. You clenched around him, making Sukuna hiss through his teeth. “To much,” you whine. “You can do it; I know you can," he said before kissing you. He kissed your temple. "Breathe, baby.” He said before biting your shoulder, “I'll make your mind completely blank. Squeezing me so tight.”

“Cummin’ can I cum?” *You asked Sukuna, sucking on your shoulder, sweat trickling down his face. “Cum for me, beautiful. Cum for your master.” He said that before his seed spilled in you, you followed along, coating Sukuna cock. Sukuna thrust a few times, pushing his seed deeper into her before relaxing. He moved your hair out of your face.

“You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you, gorgeous.”

~The End

#sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #jjk smut

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femd-archive · 11 months

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May I request a sub! heracles who has a mommy kink for reader?🤭

sorry for the late reply! but sure thing :]

this counts as a part 2 from this post

AFTER CENTURIES [PT.2]

pairing: record of ragnarok — heracles x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

📎 side note: english is not my first language, so sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes.

The exclamations from the crowd reached out all the way to the intimacy of Heracles’ quartels. Still, neither of you play them no mind as you’re all over each other, making love like it would be the last time you would do so.

“Hurry up…hurry up” Heracles whispers breathless, hips moving towards your hand as you thrust three fingers inside his lubed hole.

“I know, I know. Spare me a little. For your information, is not easy to dilate a man that’s twice your size”

“And I’ve been telling you that there’s no need. I’ve been doing this a fair amount of times in the past for me to use the toy with ease” the God says, still biting down his bottom lip at the feeling of the flesh of your fingers moving inside him.

“Well, excuse me for trying to make this more intimate” you huff, rolling your eyes in a joking manner as you started to pull away to reach for the toy in the night stand.

Heracles pulls you in a deep kiss before you could make another move.

“Every moment with you is intimate enough, my dear” he whispers softly against your lips, a smile growing on his face as you smile back at him.

“Mmh. Now I’ll fuck you like you want me to” leaving a short kiss on his lips, you start moving again to take the big dildo from the night stand.

Without even asking him to, Heracles took both of his strong legs and pulled them over his chest, leaving you free access to his hole and swollen dick that rested on top of his strong torso. His gaping hole was looking ready to receive the toy at any moment, and his sparkling eyes confirmed it.

“Cute” you whisper to yourself as you move around the mattress to lay beside him. You leave a kiss on his forehead before turning around and starting to slowly insert the toy inside him.

“Oh…” Alcides throws his head back on the pillows, his grip on his legs loosening for his arms to wrap around your figure.

“Feels good?” you smile at his face twisting in pleasure.

“So good…” he moans before biting down his bottom lip.

The room, once again, was filled with Heracles’ moans as you thrust the dildo inside of him again and again. The squelching noises of the extra lube you used on him sounded so provocative that you couldn’t help but feel yourself getting aroused too, but for now, you want to focus on your lover’s pleasure and the expressions that he’s making for you.

“If only you could take a look at yourself, baby” you groaned in his ear, leaving kisses around his ear and cheek. “So beautiful, so precious…just for me” you kiss the corner of his lips, smiling when he moves his face to follow your lips.

He looks up at you with puppy eyes, as he wasn’t one of the most powerful Gods to exist on earth, and with a whiny voice he says. “Only for you, mommy”

Your heart beats faster in your chest, and without any second thought and pure lust, you crash your lips on his, as your hand takes upon a fasten speed, fucking into your boyfriend roughly.

His moans die on your mouth and his strong arms scoot you closer to his body, hands running all over your skin. He can’t get enough, he had centuries of relationship he had to make up with you.

Even after you pulled away, his kisses followed from your cheek to your neck, one of his hands sliding under your shirt and starting to massage your breasts.

“Where do you learn all these things?” you ask out of breath.

“God Loki is always…s-showing me these human websites where…oh fuck- adults are having sex in videos” he managed to say in between moans, “and I particularly like those where men calls their woman partners ‘mommy’...made me think of you” he grins, moving his hips over the dildo.

“You’re really driving me crazy” you whisper against his lips before kissing him again.

Both your hand and Heracles’ hips moves meet in one synchronized dance.

Once you pull apart from the kiss, your mouth quickly moves to his chest and takes one of his nipples between your teeth before starting toying with it with your tongue.

“Oh mommy…that feels so good!”

“Yeah? Keep doing those sounds for me, baby. Show mommy how good she makes you feel”

Something about you calling yourself mommy made Haracles feel more aroused, and without a second thought, he filled the room and hallways with his moans and whimpers.

After a few more minutes in the same position, Heracles was now with his face on the pillows and ass up in the air, you in between his legs as you kept pushing the dildo in and out of him, his moans muffled by the pillow.

“There you go ~ Such a good boy for me, mmh? Are you gonna cum for mommy?” you coo at him, stroking his dick at the same time your other hand -ever so tired- keep on pushing the toy in him.

“Mmhg yes…gonna cum. Oh…oh heavens”

He bites down on the pillow he holds as threads of his cum shoot from his tip and dirties the sheets below him.

“There you go ~” you coo at him once again as you milk him off. That hand that stroked him slowly started to lose its pace, as well as the hand that controlled the dildo inside of him, gradually stopping and pulling away.

Heracles stays laid face down on the bed as you clean him up and put the toy away, smiling when he feels you leave kisses along his broad back until you reach his face, that you also shower with kisses.

“You did so good” you whisper with a kiss on his lips.

“Mmh, you shouldn’t have doubted my abilities to take the toy” he mumbles with a raspy voice, letting you cuddle him closer to your chest.

“Mmh yes ~ You did so great taking it for me” you kiss his forehead as your fingers run through his hair.

You share another few minutes like that, bodies entangled together in a comfortable silence, until a few knocks on the door makes the both of you look at the door.

“Heracles-sama? It’s almost time for the fight” it was one of the guards who speaked from the other side.

You let the guard’s words sink into you, and an overwhelming sadness strikes on your chest. Now it was really time for him to go.

Heracles looks up at you and instantly senses your mood change. He smiles a sad smile before he kisses your cheek, and takes your lips on his when you turn around.

“I’ll come back” he whispers against your lips, letting you kiss him once again, this time a little bit longer.

“Please do” you whisper back, resting your forehead on his for a second, before he starts getting out of bed and starts picking up his clothes.

Your eyes run along his back once again, trying to remember every single detail of him. Just in case you won’t see him again.

[taglist] @welcometomyfantasyzone (sorry if you didn't want to get tagged, but i finally posted the part 2 of the heracles fic ! hope you like it 😋)

#record of ragnarok #heracles #heracles x reader #dom!reader #dom reader #sub!character #sub character #sub!heracles #sub heracles #sub!record of ragnarok #sub record of ragnarok

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infernalodie · 2 years

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Can you do another sadie sink request?

Maybe like black!male!reader shows up to the premiere of stranger things season 4, the reader is just throwing compliment afterr compliment at sadie and she gets all riled up and they go back to the hotel after and have sex, and then just lounge around and the rest of the cast comes to the hotel room and they all have a movie marathon, including some of the reader's movies?

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 || 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐤

"𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘶𝘩, 𝘯𝘰"

Inspo: Chris Brown - Roses

Pairing: Sadie Sink x Black!Male!reader

Summary: Praising Sadie might just be the switch to get her riled up.

Warnings: Fluffy that goes into smut. Praise kink, choking kink, switch!reader, size kink, and slapping.

Words 1337

DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Cameras flashed left and right, sending blanks in your vision as you stood and smiled. The Louis Vuitton suit hugged your large frame nicely as you smoked a cigar. Enjoying the time off from work to come and support your girlfriend, who had practically dragged you out of the studio to come. She wasn’t going to take your reassurance to show up, so she had made you rush through your wardrobe and fix something that could impress and was presentable.

So, you were now posing for people who likely didn’t give a shit about you being there. Instead, they were likely more attentive to Sadie, who stood only a few feet from your side. Posing for the cameras as you frequently took glances in her direction. Often being caught by Sadie who would hold a grin knowing she had your attention almost always.

And when the two of you were together, people were asking for interviews with both of you. It is a rarity that you, specifically, were out in public. So, seeing you and your girlfriend together was foreign, but as well as a once-in-a-lifetime thing.

“Y/n, did you get to see any of the behind-the-scenes for the show?” The woman, Gloria you believed she said her name was, asked.

“Yes, I did actually,” you answered. “I had Caleb or Wolf secretly videotape scenes of Sadie and send them to me. I will say that it is likely the best acting I have seen in a long time.”

“Really?” Gloria gushed. “That just builds up more excitement for the season’s release.”

You smiled, glancing down at your girlfriend who was nibbling on her bottom lip. Trying to suppress a goofy smile from appearing. “Well, she just had this way of stealing the entire stage, you know? Like, I’ve seen many actors do it, but knowing that it’s my girlfriend doing it, I guess it just made it that more exceptional,” you explained. “She’s just amazing talent and I know that she’s going to do amazing things down the road and I hope I can be there for all of it.”

Sadie felt her heart grow ten sizes at your words. Her hand grabs yours and interlocks your fingers. Your thumb rubbed gently over the back of her hand as you gave a gentle squeeze.

Gloria smiled, finding the words and actions adorable. “But Y/n, you aren’t always out in public or accepting interviews, so we don’t know much of your life. I was wondering what your reaction was with Sadie doing All Too Well?”

Your lips curved into a grin, glancing down at Sadie who seemed to have frozen up at the mention. Eyes staring into open space as she thought back to the night when you finally saw it. That night consisted of a lot of possessive words, bitting, kissing, and a lot of Sadie’s throat hurting after calling your name for three hours. She still remembers how you denied her every orgasm she came upon. Mocking her with words that only made her plead for it further. “Such a good toy for me to play with,” is what you told her. God, she loved seeing that side of you.

But your voice freed her from her sinful thoughts, looking up at you as you said, “Well, I thought what Taylor crafted was beautiful,” you began. “Taylor and I have worked together many times in the past and I think this avenue she’s going down is amazing. Sadie was fantastic and Dylan was great as well. The story being told without it being verbally told was a great choice was what was trying to be communicated.”

Clearing your voice, trying to hide the evil grin. “But I will admit, I was kinda weirded out seeing another guy kissing my girlfriend,” you admitted. “But that’s acting. Sadie reassured me after we finished watching it when I was just staring at the screen in shock.”

Gloria laughed, you as well, but Sadie felt heat spread throughout her body. Knowing that you weren’t exactly lying, but you weren’t telling the truth. Because whilst you praised her for her acting, you had also done it while fucking her. Practically mocking her as your cock stretched her, showing her who you belonged to.

“Thank you for your time, guys. Have a good night.” You and Sadie bid goodbyes, continuing through the premiere. But the entire time, Sadie couldn’t help but want everything to be over. Just so then she got you alone back at the penthouse you had rented out for the both of you.

Almost sensing the dread of continuing tonight, your hand softly rested on her lower back. Fingers curling when feeling the outline of her thong and give a gentle tug. Sadie gasped, hands coming to your chest as you kissed her head. “We’ll be home soon, red,” you reassured. “Then, you can have your fun.” That statement alone made Sadie’s stomach bubble up with excitement and arousal that was beginning to slowly take hold of her mind. Already know all the things she wanted to do when you two got alone.

“Such a good boy for me.” Her words were panted out, body covered in sweat as she bounced on your cock, loving the sight of your blissed-out state. Loving the feeling of your cock twitching inside her just by the small comment.

It hadn’t taken long for Sadie to yank you into the penthouse and start getting you undressed. Lips messily smashing together with her not wasting any time to get you ready before making sure she showed her dominance tonight.

Leaning forward, Sadie’s hands planted themselves on either side of your head. Still, you did not open your eyes, far too focused on how her walls squeezed you nicely. But all it took was a firm slap across the face that brought you back to reality. Unable to get out a comment before the same hand that slapped you was around your throat.

Sadie grinned in amusement at your unmistakable arousal at the actions. Groaning loudly as you swallowed the lump in your throat. “Eyes on me, baby. I want to see every little cute look on your face.”

Your gaze flickered back up to hers, hating how her ego always seemed to grow with the role switch. But you couldn’t care less when she rocked her hips the way she’s doing. Bringing out the most desperate and feral side of you that needs more of her and now.

So, without much thought besides the idea that popped up, you stood up with your arms hooking under Sadie’s knees. The new position made Sadie sink to your pelvis, moaning at the fullness of your cock. But she couldn’t think much about it when her back met cold glass.

Looking over her shoulder, the city lights below filled her vision. Turning her gaze back to you, she was greeted by an animalistic look on your face as you pulled your hips back. Leaving only the tip in, making Sadie whimper. But as fast and as hard as you could, you thrust forward and slammed your cock inside her.

Sadie visibly shook at the shock of the shot of euphoria. Doing it again, she choked on a moan. Her nails dug deeper into the back of your neck with each pound to her flesh. And soon, it became far more desperate and feral, needing to feel her walls continue to convulse around you.

“O-Oh, you fuck me so good, baby,” Sadie praised. “Your cock fills me up so good- Oh, God!”

You grinned, seeing the way her face contorted in pleasure. “Rub your clit for me.” Your order was followed by Sadie rubbing the bud feverishly. Unable to hold in the shaky exhale that fell from her lips as she closed her eyes.

In no time, Sadie finally met her high. Her hands shot back against the glass as her hips jutted forward unapologetically. Legs curled around your forearms as you kissed her cheek. Lips curled into a grin, listening to her whimpers as you slowly pumped your cock deeper into her pussy.

“Such a good toy for me,” you whispered, kissing the corner of her lips. “Good job at the premiere tonight, red.”

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West Coast | Warren Rojas x Plus-Size Reader

Request from anonymous: hi! not sure if your taking requests <3 or if you would be comfortable with this one but I just wanted maybe a plus size reader fic with literally any of the guys. I know thats a weird request but i feel like a lot of the writing and a lot of stuff from the 70s rlly glorifies eating disorders and being skinny and i just would love a fic where the reader is a lot like cass elliot/mama cass, like she has a good voice or her own band and is underlooked cause of her weight.

A/N: I hope I did this request justice 💕

Warnings: Mentions of body positivity, mentions of E.D.'s (not your own)

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

Being a female vocalist in the 70's had it's fair share of problems. Especially for women who didn't have the "ideal body type" of the era. Unless you were stick thin, you typically weren't given the light of day.

Growing up, it hurt to watch all of your classmates idolize women who they related to. But you never had that. At the time, there were very few plus-sized women in music and film. Those who were often got talked down on.

You looked at yourself in the mirror that night, really looked at yourself—and you found nothing. Nothing that you didn't like about yourself. Sure, there were things that every girl picks out about themselves, but you couldn't do it. You couldn't do it to the little girl inside of you who longed to have someone to idolize.

That day, you made yourself a promise: you were going to pursue a career in the music field and give girls like you, who grew up without someone to look up to, someone to relate to.

You moved to Los Angeles a month later.

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Y/N L/N, vocalist: My goal, as an artist, has never been to fit in with everyone else. Society's standards have never made room for me or people like me. They haven't made room for people of color or those who have different sexualities or sexual orientations. It was about time for that to change.

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The move wasn't easy. You didn't even know where to begin out in LA. All you had was a goal and a voice, two things that don't get many people very far. Anyone can sing, not everyone can sing well.

After years of getting turned down by constant music producers for "not having the right look", Teddy Price gave you a chance.

He said as long as you have a good stage presence, a good sound, and the ability to engage a crowd, you had it all.

You expressed your hopes for plus-sized girls like yourself to be able to relate to someone.

"It wasn't easy growing up," You explained, "Kids are shitheads, especially when they're younger. Chances are, they don't get better as adults. They just get quieter. I'm done being quiet, Teddy."

He nodded, taking a drag of his cigarette, "So, what are you gonna do about it?"

"I'm going to sing my damn heart out."

"Come in tomorrow."

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Y/N: I went in the next day and gave it all I had. All the years I spent in choir and voice lessons had finally paid off. I got a deal with promises of releasing my own single. The only problem was that I had to write a song. I'd never really done that before. Nothing that was good, at least. He gave me three weeks to write a song. I came back in two. We were recording my album not even a month after that.

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"What do you hope fans take away from your newest album?" An interviewer asked you, sitting across from you on a velvet couch on an empty stage.

"I hope that this new generation is able to look at their TV screens or magazines and see someone who looks like them. There are girls out there starving themselves to be thin because that's the idea society puts in their head. But all bodies are beautiful," You explained, "That's what I want people to take away from this. That they're beautiful and not alone."

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After the interview, you made your way back to your dressing room. That wasn't, however, without bumping into a man with a head full of black curls, wearing the most ridiculous pair of sunglasses you'd ever seen.

He took a step back, looking you up and down after apologizing, "You're Y/N L/N."

Nodding, you extended a hand, "Pleasure to meet you. You are...?"

Clearing his throat, he shook your hand, "Warren Rojas, I'm with The Six."

"I've heard about you guys," You revealed, "We're both just starting out on the west coast."

He nodded, his eyes focused on your legs.

Suddenly aware of his gaze, you stepped to the side, "Is there a problem, Mr. Rojas?"

"You're beautiful," He said, coughing, "Sorry, that's straightforward."

"No, no, it's alright. I like straightforward."

He grinned, "I'm a leg guy."

"You're what?"

"Along for the ride, that's what I said," He bobbed his head, "I've got to go on, but am I good to pick your brain about your album after our interview?"

You smiled, "I look forward to seeing you."

"Then it's a date?" He asked hopefully.

"If that's what you want to call it."

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mabelstone · 7 months

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okay but.. hear me out on this.. song one shot of 'Diet Mountain Dew' by Lana Del Rey!!! (you can pick who it is :)) - the same person who asked for enchanted!!

White Pontiac Heaven

matt stone x reader

one of my fav lana songs ever, thank you for the req <3

summary: you're know you're just the 'side piece,' but his secretive, sweet nothings are enough to keep you wanting more

CW: cigarette smoking, fingering, oral sex while driving (m receiving), size kink if u squint super hard, the term "pretty p*ssy" is thrown around a few times soz, I DON'T CONDONE UNSAFE DRIVING!! we have beds for a reason

focus lyrics:

there in his white pontiac heaven; do you think we'll be in love forever?

take another drag, turn me to ashes, ready for another lie

you're no good for me, but baby, i want you

You always made an effort to look pretty for him, knowing you'd succeeded each time he complimented you. You had your hair in a half up, half down do, a white ribbon wrapped around your loose curls. You wore a matching thigh length satin dress with three inch heels with a dainty golden buckle.

He picked met you outside, standing beside his new convertible. Always such a show off. He wolf whistled as you walked toward him, causing your cheeks to match the pretty pink panties he'd later take off you.

"Good morning, Matt," you blushed as you reached the car.

He took your hand in his, brazenly scanning your outfit as he took your hand, leading you to the passenger side. "It is a good morning, isn't it?"

"So, how long are you planning on keeping this one?"

"Until I get bored, I guess," he chuckled, slamming your door before slipping into the drivers side. The car was nice, ridiculously shiny, all red leather interior with an old fashioned steering wheel.

"So give it, what, three months?" You teased, sliding on your sunglasses as it was your turn to watch him now.

"Don't act like you're complaining, sweetheart." He started the ignition, defined muscles flexing with every movement. He wore a white cotton button down with the sleeves rolled up slightly, black slacks hugging his lower half. Short praline curls that moved delicately in the breeze, sunglasses of his own hiding those enchanting emerald eyes.

"I'm not," you defended with a soft smile. His hand found its way to your thigh, your heart leaping in your chest. "Where're we going?"

"Canadaigua Lake," he smiled back, eyes still glued to the road. "Smoke?" He asked, pulling his hand away from your thigh to open the glovebox, pulling out a pack of Marlboro's. You never were a smoker, but you knew he liked it when you joined in with him.

You nodded, taking a cigarette from the box and placing it between your lips. Left hand still on the wheel, he used his right hand to light the cigarette, you cupping your own in front of the lighter so the wind wouldn't extinguish the flame. You took a drag, the burn that was growing all too familiar gracing your tongue and throat, the thick, heavy, yet soft smoke spreading through your chest. He grinned at you from his seat, "you're getting good, you know."

You picked up another cigarette, placing it between his lips this time. You cupped your hands around the lighter for him as you did for yourself, watching the tip of the cigarette turn red as he took a drag.

"At what, smoking?"

He nodded, taking another long drag. He blew the smoke out into the open air, eyes on the road as he affirmed, "mm, turns me on."

"Yeah?" You blushed, already getting that tingling feeling inside you that seemed to creep up on you far quicker with Matt than any other sexual partner.

"What you got on under that?" He gestured to your dress, already halfway through his cigarette.

You pulled your dress up by the hemming enough to reveal your panties and your lower stomach, your stomach flipping at the soft groan that escaped his lips.

"Are those new?"

"Mhm, got new ones just for you." You went to pull the dress back down when you were halted by Matt's swift hand, switching his smoke to his hand on the wheel, careful to not burn your dress.

You moved your hands, letting him take over. You brought your own cigarette back to your lips, blinking innocently at him over the top of your glasses. "So you like them?"

"Take them off," he instructed, fingers now hooking into the top of the silky material.

"You're driving," you protested, yet his hands didn't move, only impatiently tugging at them now.

You pushed yourself up by your heels, cigarette between your teeth as you slipped your panties down, pulling them off around your ankles and placing them in Matt's expectant hand, which was now extended for you.

You were driving on a long open road, and there were hardly any other cars around, so you felt... as safe as you could, I guess. Any rationality you had, however, was thrown out the window when he brought the pink silk to his mouth, licking over the wet patch that had formed embarrassingly early.

You breath hitched in your throat at the sight, moving your legs out of the way as he slipped your panties into his glovebox. You threw the rest of your cigarette out of the car. His fingers found their way to your folds, sliding his fingers through your slick, sending a shudder through your body. He pulled his fingers away, running his tongue over your arousal.

"Tastes so good," he groaned, fingers immediately moving back to your heat, rubbing small circles into your clit. Your legs reflexively spread, your small hand placed on top of his much larger one, impatiently guiding his fingers to your entrance. He chuckled deeply, abandoning his own cigarette butt before slipping a digit into your tight entrance. The feeling caused you to throw your head back, his talented, slender fingers deep enough inside of you to blur your vision. He slipped in another, a pretty gasp tripping over your tongue and falling past your lips, your back arching under his touch.

"Touch yourself too, wanna feel that pretty pussy cum."

You nodded, pretty much on autopilot, your fingers slipping down to circle your clit. He continued to fuck you with his fingers, occasionally scissoring them, the prettiest sounds of approval leaving your mouth.

"Matt," you whimpered, your legs beginning to tremble as your orgasm got closer and closer.

"Don't stop, baby," he coaxed, his fingers sinking deeper into your heat, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, your breathing growing erratic.

Your head fell back against the headrest, rolling your head to the side to watch him. One hand on the wheel, the other pumping relentlessly, your climax approaching tenfold. He looked to you, hooded eyelids shifting between you and the road, soft words of encouragement leaving his mouth.

"Matt, I- mmh-"

"That's it baby, cum for me," he spurred, struggling to focus on the road as you came undone around his fingers, whining a mantra of obscenities and his name as you internally convulsed with pleasure. "God, you're so fucking good, good girl."

You rode out your orgasm, legs trembling uncontrollably, eyes rolling to the back of your head, swiftly pulling his hand away when you became too sensitive.

"I should pull over and fuck you right now," he confessed, fingers finding their way back to his mouth as he sucked them clean.

"Let me return the favour," you offered breathlessly, unbuckling your seatbelt as you turned to face him. He grinned down at you, watching your nimble fingers make quick work of discarding his belt, tossing it by your feet. You unzipped his fly, pulling his briefs down to free his painfully hard cock, already leaking with precum.

Wasting no time, you wrapped your lips around the pretty pink tip, swirling your tongue around it, tasting his arousal this time. He let out a gasp when your soft lips met his tip, feminine whines replacing his soft gaps when your lips slid down his shift. You hollowed your cheeks as you took more of him, sliding your mouth up and down, tongue flat against his shaft, just the way he liked it. His fingers thread into your hair, urging you to take more of him. You breathed deep through your nose, taking his full length, your nose connecting with the soft tuft of hair on his pubic bone.

"Don't you dare stop," he warned, his grip on your hair tightening as he began guiding you along his length. You hummed in understanding, swallowing around him to your best abilities. You quickened your pace, continuing to swirl your tongue each time you reached the tip, feeling his cock flex against your tongue. His hand reached down to your ass, his arm long enough to slip under you, fingers wedging into you once again.

You moaned around him as he toyed with your clit, the vibrations causing him to moan out, knuckles white from how hard he was gripping the wheel. He bucked his hips slightly, causing you to gag around him. The combination of your warm mouth around him with your pussy around his fingers was enough to send him far over the edge, "I'm gonna cum, baby."

His voice pitchy, grip on your hair so tight that tears pricked at your eyes, hot ribbons of cum shooting across your tongue. You continued swallowing around him, the taste of him dripping down your throat. He moaned like a female pornstar, your pussy throbbing at the sound alone. You slowly pulled off, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, lips dark red and swollen.

"Holy fuck, I nearly crashed," he laughed breathily, swiping a finger over your lips tenderly.

"Is there a roof for this thing?"

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#matt stone #matt stone x reader #matt stone smut

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