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gorgonwrites · 5 months

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neuvillette headcanons

NSFW below the cut! minors DNI. 18+

author's note: ME AND BESTIE BACK AT IT AGAIN! oh gods, this beautiful dragon man. he deserves everything and then even more. my best friend and i are probably going to do more headcanons for more genshin characters, so expect those from me soon. enjoy! <3

So shy and timid when it comes to showing affection for another person. He’s always learning, but love is a foreign feeling to him.

We already know it, but the man is the most respectful damn gentleman you’d ever find. Always opens doors for his partner, has his hand on the small of their back to guide them, and he offers his arm when out walking. He speaks gently, and is an excellent listener.

Has a serious shrimp allergy. He doesn’t feel like he’s missing much, though.

He hates being the center of attention, and it can even cause some mild anxiety if he’s caught off guard. Sure, he’s the Iudex and Sovereign of Fontaine, but if he’s not in the courtroom don’t expect him to draw attention to himself.

Always sneezes in threes– no more, no less. He has a dedicated handkerchief he carries with him everywhere to cover his mouth, and is always as quiet as possible as to not draw attention to it. If he’s in court and it happens, the entire audience blesses him. He used to ignore it, but he’s grown quite fond of the gesture and takes it as a small human act of kindness. As a result, if he’s ever in earshot when someone else sneezes he’s the first one to give them a blessing. He never skips over an opportunity to sow the seeds of kindness wherever he goes.

He’s learning how to cook. Not horrible at it, but he loves the idea of food inspiring community. He dreams of gathering the people he cares about most and cooking them all a yummy meal one day.

Can sing! And has such a pretty voice. He also has an affinity for most musical instruments he picks up. He’s quite used to the melusines asking him to sing them to sleep.

Hardly ever gets sick (he does get stress fevers quite easily), but is used to caring for himself if he needs to. The first time he lets his partner care for him when he’s ill, he almost chokes on the vulnerability that starts to creep out of his bones.

Loves his hair being brushed or played with. This is another instance where he begins to feel vulnerable– he tries to avoid the feeling the best he can, but as he grows comfortable with his partner, he allows the feeling to make a permanent home in his chest.

He loves being held. Even as big as he is, nothing stops him from curling up into his partner's arms to let his work fade away from his whirling thoughts. He has to grow accustomed to the closeness at first, but soon he can’t end a single day without at least having a few quiet moments in his partner’s embrace.

Receiving love, Neuvillette needs physical touch, quality time, and acts of service. He gives words of affirmation and acts of service to show his love.

nsfw below <3

Has a beautiful blue marking between his belly button and his cocks that depicts his sovereign symbol.

Neuvi’s ears, neck, and horns are extremely sensitive. Don’t mess with them unless you’re ready to have your brains fucked out.

Has a praise kink (giving and receiving). Any kind of encouragement goes straight to his dicks.

On that note- he absolutely has more than one cock. He’s usually so gentle, but if he’s worked into a frenzy he might just try to shove both cocks in at once.

Has a rut cycle. When he’s not in his rut, he’s an incredibly soft lover. When he IS in his rut, don’t expect to be able to walk anywhere for a few days once his rut is over.

Has a mild breeding kink. Sometimes he can’t help but think about his partner big and round with his child and it quite literally fries his brain a bit when he thinks too much about it.

Aftercare once his rut is over is GOD TIER. Hot bubble baths, hair washing, massages, snacks, cuddles. The WORKS. He takes his time soothing his partners after completely wrecking them.

ASS MAN!!!

Has a serious overstim kink, both giving and receiving. One orgasm is simply just never enough (or two, or three, or four…).

Is almost always dominant in his sexual encounters. He can be rough, yes, but he’s never mean. Think pleasure dom or service top.

Has a body worship kink. He thinks humans are beautiful creatures and always wants to explore every inch of his partners when he can.

Loves going down on his partner– probably his favorite thing ever after discovering it.

TANTRIC SEX

Has a tail that occasionally makes an appearance if he gets too worked up. He WILL use it to fuck his partner silly.

BITING. He loves leaving bites anywhere he can, even if no one else can see them.

Will only take one life partner, though he may play with other people if allowed. Once he’s formed the bond with his life partner, they won’t ever be replaced.

Will only allow his life partner to dom him. If he’s ever topped or dommed, it's a deliberate act of giving away his power to someone he trusts completely. These are some of the rarest moments where he willingly lets his worries and vulnerability spill out, and those moments are reserved for one person only.

in conclusion, he is quite literally the best man ever.

#neuvillette #neuvillete x reader #neuvilette genshin #neuvillette headcanons #genshin headcanons #neuvillette smut #genshin smut #genshin imagines #genshin impact

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callsigndragon · 1 year

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Sunshine | Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

(I love this gif so much I'm not even joking)

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Wife!reader

Word count: 1010

Warnings: nothing! Pure, lovely fluff.

This was requested by @bookaholics-stuff. Thank you, honey! This was such a cute request and I just had to write it NOW. Hope you like it!

FOREVER TGM TAGLIST: @tayrae515 @alexxavicry @xoxabs88xox @mercurio23 @shrimping-for-all @abaker74

(if you want to be tagged, ask me!)

Mrs. Seresin was the only thing Jake didn't brag about. Don't get me wrong, it's not because he is not proud of you. Quite the opposite.

He's so damn happy to have you in his life that he wants to treasure you. Keep you to himself.

And there hasn't been a lot of time to talk about each other's lives during this mission. Phoenix wants to fix this matter, actually, suggesting all the members that a day at the beach could be a good opportunity to get to know each other.

Unbeknownst to you, Jake had agreed to meet with the rest this Saturday, have something to drink at the Hard Deck, play some Dogfight football… Just a bunch of friends spending a normal day at the beach without having to worry about the safety of the planet. But that plan is thrown out the window when you, Y/n Seresin, the love of Jake’s life, ring the bell of Jake and Javy’s shared house.

“Sunshine? Oh my god, what are you doing here?” Jake says, while hugging you tightly. It has only been a few weeks since the last time he saw you, but it feels like a lifetime away from you.

“Heard that my handsome hubby had chalked up another kill, saved the day and also the famous Maverick. I had to come here and celebrate!” you explain, covering his face with kisses, Jake scrunching his nose due to the pure happiness of the moment.

“Stop, you’re gonna make me blush, Mrs. Seresin”

“Where’s Javy?” you ask, entering the house and leaving your small suitcase in the bedroom.

“I don’t know, he said he was gonna meet Mickey and Reuben to buy something. Don’t ask me why because I can’t remember” he confesses, laughing.

“Oh my, Jake Seresin, aren't you a bit young to be forgetting things?” you joke as you lay down on the bed, tired from the flight from Austin. You had been staying with your sister-in-law and her two kids for a few days, not wanting to be alone when you found out how dangerous this mission was going to be.

“It’s your fault. Do I have to remind you how I forgot my own name when I first saw you?” he recalls, sitting in the bed next to you, his hand quickly moving to your hair, and moving some strands out of your face. “You still have that effect on me, Sunshine”

You smile, satisfaction running through your body as you realize that no matter how much time passes, Jake will always be completely and utterly in love with you. “I saw the beach while in the taxi. This place is amazing, Jake. And you are definitely sunbathing without me, huh? Look at that golden skin” you poke his cheek, making him giggle like a teenager.

Everyone saw Hangman, the aviator.

But only you were able to see Jake, the loving husband.

“Want me to take you to the beach, sunshine? We can take a bath and go for a walk.” he offers, kissing your forehead.

“I’d love to”

“Is that woman talking to Hangman?” Phoenix questions out loud while leaving the cooler that Mickey, Reuben and Javy had bought earlier to fill with drinks, in the sand.

“Maybe he is talking to the poor woman,” Fanboy suggests, moving his sunglasses down his nose to try and understand the whole situation. “Should we go rescue her?”

“She doesn’t seem uncomfortable, though” Payback adds, the whole squad standing there like a bunch of sentinels, ready to jump into action if the lady needed to be liberated from the blonde cowboy.

Seconds later, Hangman is throwing the poor girl over his shoulder and walking straight to the water. “Oh god, he’s gonna get smacked,” Bob laughs, opening his blue folding chair and sitting down to enjoy the show.

“JAKE SERESIN PUT ME DOWN” you yell, trying to leave your husband’s arms, only to be thrown in the water. You stand up, your sundress now completely stuck to your body. Thank god you are wearing your swimsuit underneath. “If I didn’t vow to love you for the rest of my life I would kill you”

“Did she say ‘vow’ as in ‘wedding vow’?" Rooster asks, looking at the rest of his team. “Man, I don’t understand anything”

Javy, who had been trying to get the beach umbrella from the trunk after it got stuck, walks happily to the rest, wondering why the heck are they standing there like… well, idiots. “Guys what are you- Y/N SERESIN?”

“JAVY!” the woman, who now everyone knows it’s a Seresin, runs to Javy, almost tackling him to the ground. "I'm so glad you're okay"

"What are you guys doing here?" Questions Hangman to the group, joining his wife and his best friend.

"Dude, beach day. We told you" Fanboy looks at Hangman, wondering if the pilot really had forgotten about it or was just messing with them.

"Excuse my husband, he's having trouble remembering things lately" you tease him, earning a glare from Jake.

"Husband" mutters Bob.

"Husband?" asks Phoenix.

"Husband!" confirms Javy.

"I'm Y/N. We've been married for three years now. And no, I wasn't forced to marry him, Rooster. I know you were about to say that" you say to Bradley, leaving him shocked.

"I was gonna ask that, yes. How did you know? And how did you know I was Rooster"

"Oh, cause I'm good, Rooster. I'm really good" you retort, making Jake laugh.

"Oh no, there's two of them. We're doomed" Bob says, sitting down again.

"I'm guessing Javy was the best-man?" Javy nods at Phoenix, answering her question. "Well, Mrs. Seresin, would you like to play some Dogfight football with us?"

"I don't even know what's that but teach me, and I will play" you say, taking off the sundress and stealing Jake's sunglasses from him.

He looks at you, wondering what had he done in a past life to be this lucky. Good job, good friends, and the perfect wife. His own personal sunshine.

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guillotinna · 1 year

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I keep seeing these Gen z is task force 141 and I wanna join

Anytime you use a computer, you do that stupid movie hacker trope of exaggerated typing and say "I'm in"

Saying "POV" in front of sentences

In the group chat saying "1 like and I'll kms", liking your own message and then saying "damn guess I gotta"

I see a lot of these posts were Gaz and Soap would understand y/n....bffr, no those geezers would not

No one knows what the gen z kid is saying they just know it's probably not good

"You're telling me a shrimp fried this rice?"

You have a small photo you keep tucked in your chest pocket and after enough times seeing you looking lovingly at it, one of the guys asks who it is. Is it a s/o from back home? 😏😏

You say no and pull out a photo card of your fave singer and they're like ??? Really

One time during a particularly physical scuffle with the enemy, you get thrown to the ground and huff out "one hop this time" only to promptly tackle tf outta your assailant while saying "take it back now yall"

Reads everyone's zodiac charts except ghost bc he won't tell his birthday let alone the time he was born so you just make one up

Price calls a 6 am meeting to which you say "double it and give to the next person"

*Alexa, play teenagers by MCR*

If you had time describe the base, you'd say it smells like ball sweat, blood and war crimes which everyone took offense to for different reasons

Would absolutely get soaps doodles tattooed

Actually speaking of which, imagine getting caught giving yourself stick and pokes with a pen and being banned from using pens period

You'd be in a meeting with a #2 pencil

Ofc a gen z member would be absolutely feral which very little regard for their own safety much to the dismay of the others

Quoting "Oh these aren't homemade, they were made in a factory....a bomb factory......they're bombs." All the time around soap even though he has no idea what you're talking about

You don't spent too much alone time with ghost bc he likes quiet and you can't be alone with your thoughts which is why you lean more towards spending time with soap or gaz

I just like puns so I'm gonna add this but gen z love borgs (a customized gallon jug of alcohol that is usually given a name) and yours is appropriately named taskforce 1-borg-1

this is mainly for my americans but i know pretty much the whole world got beef with engl*nd: before you met Soap, you thought the entire 141 was en*lish so when you finally did meet him, you said "oh thank god" with a sigh

americans 🤝 scotts

making fun of english "people"

"Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta With a bad bitch that came fr-" "....sergeant, comms off please"

you show Ghost WAP and he has to take a walk

*price yelling at gaz and soap*: KYLE GARRICK AND JOHN MACTAVISH GET IN HERE- Y/n: oop not the government name

Another for my US baddies: if your'e ever arguing with any of the guys, the nail in the coffin would be "and it's called soccer"

"one more like and i'll-" "enough!"

you call Price "ms. girl" and he could not be more confused

someone asks "do you serve?" and u reply "yah, serve cunt"

when asked why you decided to join the military you said something like: "well i didnt think i'd live past 18 so when I did, i ended up here".....crickets from the rest of the team

"good thing we only have showers on base because i would have already taken a toaster bath by now"

ask Gaz "no bitches?🤨" one more time see what happens

price: the enemies have taken civvies hostage and blocked off all exits and entrances to the town-" y/n: "omg tea"

Also calling price "capt. Save-a-hoe"....I wanna be saaaavvveddd ;)

If you took a shot every time you said "rest in peace to all the soldiers that died in the service, I dive in her cervix", you'd be dead lmao

When asked if they like the military they'd say "it was either this or the psych ward so yah, I'll take it"

Quoting MPGIS constantly and no one even sort of knows what that is ("Crack. Is that what you smoke? You smoke crack?")

Some detainee being interrogated is spilling some nonsense, so you hit them with "oh brother this guy stinks!" And then with the butt of your gun

"Little bad trini bitch but she mixed with China, real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to-" "SARGENT ENOUGH"

Falling asleep on team mates (minus ghost's) shoulders mostly because the most peace they get is when you're unconscious

*when y/n hears any slightly suggestive/dirty phrase*: what are we talking about 😏 (iykyk)

Same energy as: " born next to a nuclear power plant, has an IQ of 2 and was hit in the head with several Rocks as a child"

Vine quotes out the wazoo, it's just awful for the rest of the team lmao

Replying to everything with "on god?"

soap: "what are you 6?" y/n: "yah 6 inches deep in your mom".....you did not walk away from that unscathed to say the least...worth it tho

#cod mw22 #call of duty #cod x reader

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justcallmesakira · 3 months

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Bsd men with a childish s/o part 2!

Sypnosis: Bsd men with a very silly and goofy s/o with ranpo, akutagawa and nikolai! Genre: Lowkey fluff, crack

Warnings: poisoning with peanuts, sliding down a metal Rollercoaster railing, implied doxxing a Mexican kid, blasting, teeth 😇

A/N: Okay so my last post got loads of likes so I decided to do a part 2 because why not? I don't think I will do part 3 but you can request if you want..?

Ranpo-

Wow... look two autistic lovers challenging each other who can eat the most sweets without getting cavity!

You one time tried stealing his candies,, so he kept you in those childrens tents filled with colorful balls😧😧😧 yk those silly cages made for children so they think they are meant to have fun?

Nahh fukuzawa gunna call the CPS

If you think he will be all sweet with you.... No shit bro your in for a ride, AND I MEAN A LITTERAL RIDE-

"uhh ranpo I don't think we should use a Rollercoaster as a slide" "shut up you kid! Sliding not a crime xD"

Two grown up adults found sliding down a roller coasters rail

BRO let the news reporter have a break 😭

He's kinda like dazai but a bit more childish with you (awh how cute...)

One time he tried to play with a kid on the sandbox but he refused so you came and gaslighted the kid to eat a peanut butter lollipop 🍭🥜

Turns out the kid had allergy to nuts

Kid: AUGHHH AGUH AGHGh AEEEEUGHH you: :3 Ranpo: god must be happy

FAMILY GUY Reference??? YES

And so two totally romantic lovers go on a journey to poison little kids!

Hohoho if aomeone bullies you he's gonna go "Hello (first name) (middle name) (last name) who lives in (full address) and was born in (birth hospital)" on that Mexican kid who tried to bully you

That's hot😋😳🤭

One time you lost your left glove in the winter so he took your left hand and slid it in his gloved hand

YES THAT'S POSSIBLE I DID THAT TO MY hopeless romantic ass Self!!!!

Akutagawa-

....

How did you get him to date you bro 😀

He does not even understand what wrong with you so he always has be the one saving your ass during a mission just in cas3

OH it's not for your protection.... It's him protecting the building so you don't blow it up

😁😁😁

You know how he goes ◉ - ◉ sometimes? That's exactly how he questions your silly antics

"I can't wait for the tooth fairy to come for the teeth under my bed!" "◉-◉" higuchi: you are too old for fallen tooth what are you sa-- Y/N WHO'S TOOTH IS THA--"

He only glared at higuchi telling her to not question it with you behind him ":3"

Sometimes you play with his rashoumon by putting make up on it

Idkdontaskmehowyoudidthat-

"sir we bombed up the plac-" "good" 💁‍♀️💄👹---🧑

GUYS THE DEMON IS THE RASOUMON AND DON'T QUESTION IT

If anything akutagawa is questioning why he has to keep you in a children's daycare

BRO give him a break-

When dazai met you and you two had matching energy he was just staring at you two with respect... He felt a bit felt out though

HUG HIM RIGHT NOW👿

Other then that he tries to understand you and protect you from danger because of your goof :)

Nikolai-

This is gonna get messy.... 😨

Honestly you have matching energy butttttt- BONUS POINTS IF YOU ARE A TERRORIST WHO Goes >:3 WHILE BLOWING UP A BUILDING-

Fyodor is questioning his life choices because you two acCidENtaLly burned his kitchen

"Damn.... It's 7 am..." Fyodor said calmly as he saw his only house burn down

Your gonna become his pretty assistant in his circus or sth🤡

Anyways you know those bumper cars? You two ride those and bump each other with it causing a friction and blasting the whole place

He will let you lay on his thi- I mean lap if you are too tired but don't be surprised to wake up with pigtails and heavy makeup :>

NIKO I love you but if you do that... Things are gonna get way messier😊😊😊

If you want anything he Wil just open up his portal and bring

"oioioioi koala (the name you gave him because of kolya) I want to drink shrimp and lollipop soda" *opens up portal and takes out a golden can* "here you go! :3" "Oh tank yew :3"

Totally sane and normal!!

Yes you call him koala instead of kolya but he always goes 😳🤭

I would too bbg wann-

Overall I think it's sort of good to be cheerful I mean at least you get too get away with his pranks (slightly)

Just make sure he doesnt sigma 3 breakdown hair you

A/N: I know this wasn't good but I am not in the mood to write yk--so sorry it's not funny or anything anyways I am not sure whether I WI will write part 3 or not

Tag: @silverbladexyz

Reblogs and likes are very much appreciated!

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kingofthe-egirls · 9 months

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pspspspsps love, I have another one-

phone sex with Luffy?😶

hnnnnnngggg thank youuuu

PHONE SEX: LUFFY x Y/N

modern au

(cw: facetime, modern au, pet names, long distance relationship, dirty talk, phone sex, mutual masturbation, toys, this is now part of my modern au mma!luffy series lmao, this is from Luffy's pov)

Songs: "Big God" by Florence + the Machine

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"Baaaabe," Luffy whines, on the other end of your FaceTime.

He's kneeling on a hotel bed, phone propped up by a scuffed, metal water bottle. There are stickers emblazoned all over the shiny red: mostly ads from sponsors, his own straw hat skull-and-crossbones, plus a sticker of a cool katana Zoro had found for him. He's watching you bite your lip through the screen of his phone, far too small and rectangular to capture the fact of yourself. He hates long distance.

But he'll be home in a week, and then you can come visit.

"Hey, Luffy," you smile, glittering through the screen. He wants you here, now. You flick your hair over your shoulder, leaning down on the couch with your arm resting along the back. You prop your chin in one hand.

Luffy eyes you up and down: from your face to just below your collarbones, the lamplight behind you, and the top of the couch is all he can see. "Put the phone down, baby," he pants, already heavy with lust. He misses your sweet cunt so bad. "I wanna see all of ya," he whines. You giggle, and step forward to set your phone on the coffee table in front of you. Now, Luffy can see you sitting back on the couch, in pajama shorts and a tank top. Your legs are really cute, he thinks, as you bring them up to sit cross-legged in between the couch cushions. You sink in, slightly.

Luffy giggles, "Comfy there, princess?"

You blush.

"I like the in-between," you defend yourself, slouching back farther and sinking in like quicksand. Luffy laughs, out loud. He likes how silly are, sometimes. Other times, he wants to see you gagged on his cock. (But oh well, you'd probably make him laugh with his dick halfway down your throat, anyway). You kick your feet.

"But then I can't see ya," he whines, palming the front of his red boxers. "I wanna play, kitten." He hooks his thumb into the waistband, and drags them down an inch. Your eyes go wide, and he grins.

"Okay," you agree, immediately. You're already pulling your shirt halfway over your head, curled like a shrimp into the couch cushions. You shriek, caught, and kick your legs like a grasshopper trying to get out. Luffy cackles, bending forward to screenshot your call.

"You're like a beetle," he grins, saving a new photo to his favorites, "That got turned upside down."

"'M not a beetle!" You shout, having knelt up on the cushions to push them back roughly together. You're bent over, one leg on the floor and the other still on the couch. He watches your ass fill the screen, appreciating the tiny booty shorts you're wearing to bed. They're hot pink with a neon stripe down each side.

"Cute as a beetle," he counters, biting his lip. His hard cock is straining against his boxers, now, and he can't wait to just bend you over and rail you from behind. Damn, this week is gonna be a lifetime waiting for you to come visit him. He'll have to fly you out first class, no questions asked. (Maybe your girlfriend might wanna come, too).

But he files that thought away for later, watching you sit back down with a huff, now in nothing but your sports bra. He flicks an eyebrow.

"So, ya gonna strip for me?"

You laugh, pulling at the elastic strap as it digs into your shoulder. He can see your tits spilling out from the too-small bra. He fights back a moan, but just barely. He watches you skim your hands over every hill and valley in your voluptuous body. He fucking loves your curves.

You lean forward towards the camera, letting your cleavage spill out nice and close for him to see. You giggle, "Wanna see a titty drop?"

He chokes out a laugh, and then, "Please."

You smirk, knowing full well what you do to him, and slowly lift your bra up from the bottom. You pull upward, exposing the underside of your breasts, before releasing them completely so they bounce back down against your chest. He licks his lips.

"Do that again."

And you do.

He watches with glassy eyes as you slowly, meticulously, bring your sports bra back down, black and stretched out over your frame. You bounce a little, in your seat. He gasps.

"C'mon, man," his voice cracks, "That's just not fair."

You laugh, pleased. He tilts his head, "Don'tcha do this professionally? What are your like, signature moves?" He kneels back on the bed, running a hand through his hair.

You hum, throwing your own hair up into a bun. You don't like when it touches your bare skin, apparently. ADHD thing, he figures.

"Well, you just saw one," you smile slightly as you readjust in your seat. You're sitting with one leg under you, the other draped over the side of the couch. You pull at the bottom of your sports bra, and he moans as he watches you slowly strip for him.

You bend over, leaning against the back of the couch, your ass spread nice and wide for him. "Such a good fucking ass," he praises you, and you turn over your shoulder to smile at the screen.

"Wanna leave your handprint on it?" You ask wryly, bending over more and hitching your shorts up higher, so barely anything is left covered. He sees your glistening slick through the thin fabric. He wants to touch.

"Fuck yes," he breathes, reaching inside his shorts, "Take those off."

"Yes, sir," you reply daintily, turning to slide your own shorts over your hips. He watches the pink fabric slip down your legs, revealing the crease of your hips and your sweet inner thigh as you do. Fuck it, he decides, he wants to taste. You sit down with a satisfied, smug grin. "That's my second move," you flick your eyes up and down your phone screen, no doubt taking in the sight of him fisting his cock over you. Luffy tugs his shorts the rest of the way down, and you gasp.

"That's my first," he says, grinning, "Well, the first is calling you, and begging you to strip," he scratches his head. "That's not a very powerful move, is it?" He laughs, sheepishly. Needy, much?

"Not a bad move," you decide, leaning forward to pick up the phone. He gets a closeup shot of your face again. You’re smiling, shy, holding the phone high enough so he can see your gorgeous tits splay out to either side of your ribcage.

“Your turn!” You say as you settle back down into the couch pillows, supported by the large, canvas armrest. Luffy slides his boxers down all the way, kicking them off his legs and leaving them on the floor.

You moan, and he lights up. “Yeah?” He asks, pumping his cock in a loose fist, “Like whatcha see?”

“Mhmm,” you moan, biting your lip. You reach over to your side, thumping around for a bit, before he hears the sound of a vibrator turning on. He giggles at the buzzing, and you blush.

“Show me,” he teases, and you hold up a lavender clit sucker with light pink buttons. He hums appreciatively. “Pretend it’s my mouth, okay?”

“Yes, daddy,” you chirp, and grin slightly as you place the toy between your legs. You gasp a little as the pressure locks into your clit. Luffy tightens his grasp on his dick.

“So pretty for me, baby,” he coos at you through the phone speaker. He wishes he could breathe it into your ear, halfway buried in your cunt.

Just one more week.

“Daddy’s gonna take such good care of ya,” he moans. He feels himself thicken in his hand. “‘M gonna spoil ya rotten, okay? Don’t gotta worry about a thing, with me,” he grunts, bucking his hips.

He’s watching your flushed face contort in pleasure, taking the vibrations oh so sweetly from your clit sucker. “Show me,” he breathes, speeding up, “Show me what that toy’s doin’ to ya.”

You moan, and lower the camera so that he can see you from the pussy up. Like he’s eating you out.

He groans.

“Fuck baby, ya look so good,” he reaches forward to grab his phone, bringing the screen closer to his face as he screenshots several times. “Can’t fucking wait ta have ya in my mouth again,” his cock twitches at the memory.

He leans his head back, pumping his fist, as he listens to your moans and imagines it’s your mouth on his dick.

“Wantcha right here,” he huffs, chest heating with lust. His eyes are half-lidded, and he has to let go of his cock to push the sweaty hair back from his face. You moan at the sight, bringing the phone back up to your face.

“Can I screenshot you?” You ask, hitching your breath as the buzzing speeds up. He grins, thinking he probably should’ve asked first, but oh well. No time like the present.

“Course,” he says, voice thick, “What about me? Can I screenshot ya? I wanna look back atcha later.” You giggle, and nod. He lets out a sigh of relief. Good.

“Show me your hands?” You ask, hungrily. “Your shoulders, too.”

Luffy grins, more than happy to oblige. He leads the camera down his muscular frame, letting his free hand drape over his chest and abs as he pans the phone down. He focuses on his hips for a bit, slowly pumping his cock in time with your moans. Your breath hitches, and he wishes it was his cock fucking those noises out of you, instead.

He clenches his hand in and out of a fist, wiggling his fingers a little bit. You stare, doe-eyed and dumbfucked as you focus on the hands that have made you cum countless times before. He wishes he could fuck you with his hand again—that’ll be the first thing he does when he gets you in his bed.

“Love your hands, Luffy,” you say, eyes blown as you stare at the phone. He wishes he could kiss you, too. As it is, he smooches at the screen, and you laugh.

“Love you,” he says, feeling warm and fuzzy in the bleach-scented bed. He frowns. “Miss you.”

“Miss you too, baby,” you say, and then, “Love you too.”

He beams.

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#ok ok ok ok ok #luffy x you #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy fanfic #luffy smut #dumpster dive #my writing #one piece smut #request #anemptypuddingcup #modern au #one piece modern au

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Kept notes on a reread I was doing of The Art of Love and War because I am so obsessed with the gay little borrower darkfic... sharing with u @fireflywritesgt

it falls apart at ch12 because that is where i consistently turn into a puddle under my covers kicking my legs and making sounds only audible to shrimps.

I HOPE THIS IS A SMALL TOKEN OF APPRECIATION FOR HOW GUD THIS FIC IS, SINCERELY... LIKE I SAID PUTTING THIS IN SOMEBODY'S INBOX IS PROBABLY A WAR CRIME. SO.

There is soooo muuuuch I want to saaaay. I did a reread and excuse my being verbose but.

Ch10 where Harry reads about how tinies don’t ask for things and prefer to do favors for them — how extra insulting that makes his message in Ch1!! “Just ask” no wonder Joe was so pissed!!

ALSO him feeling “dirty, somehow” about accepting chocolate that didn’t kill him… was he having a little bit of feelings for “the kind man” and it got transmuted into self-loathing… 😭 oh internalized homophobia tag we’re really in it now…

Re: ch2 I would kill for Joe’s pov of this… I’m also so fascinated to pick up the detail that Joe apparently talked to himself regularly, for Harry to hear him through the radiator pipes… one assumes Joe doesn’t have guests. Poor guy! He’s really smart! He likes talking! The assistant job is perfect for himmmm.

Re: ch3, i wonder how much Captain Calloway’s “if you die it’s your own damn fault” has influenced Joe’s life ethos of fucking around and finding out (btw… Harry would be sooo horrified to know Joe had been poisoned 3 times and still tried that chocolate 😭 yet another fun! anecdote of his) … im also kinda curious about Gutters. What’s that guy’s deal. And OF. COURSE. How Captain got all his injuries. It’s also so very sad he feels this tension with the guys, what they’d do to him if they knew more about who he really was. I love this as a metaphor for homophobia…

Ch5 I’m still fixated on the giants who are guarding the place. Hundreds of tinies going there every day… you’d think there’d be snatchers all over the place 👀 and the other great worldbuilding… lab tinies… “they were corralling everyone everywhere and the women and kids went one way…” GOD. also them building tiny capitalism plus tiny race science is just 😭😭😭 noooo… the way Harry reinforces their shared dignity and humanity by showing genuine interest in Joe’s art.. ouuuugh it hits every time.

ALSO I WAS SO SUSPICIOUS OF HILL WHEN I FIRST READ CH6 BUT NOW THST I KNOW HE IS A BONA FIDE WIFEGUY ALL IS REDEEMED. I AM so curious as to why he keeps tiny town schematics in his office if he dislikes it…

Ch7 profoundly funny to me how Hill is like “miniature is the academic term” and Joe is like what. Tinies.

I really appreciate how Harry started off having some uh. Idk. Colonizer savior complex stuff + noble savage ideas about Joe? Like “oh it’s in mother nature’s hands whether he survives then… I see…” as if the tinies social constructs about Pets are some immutable fact of nature instead of. A social construct !! It’s really well-done, how you show him gradually understanding that he needs to listen to Joe, not assume he knows what’s best for him just because he read a 50yr old anthropology book!! It makes me love Harry all the more that he managed to grow through it out of fondness for Joe 🥺

AND OF COURSE. THE G/T GOODNESS. My god. I loooooove that Joe is so creeped out by giants that he has to keep his eyes closed to stomach it… just feels. Hmm. Realistic?? It would be so overwhelming. I love that his trust gets rewarded with the doctor not hurting him…

The rapport they establish being based on talking to one another… it’s just suuuuch a perfect central theme for this story… Joe being able to tame Harry’s anger by reminding him of Joe’s own humanity. “Please don’t do that, doc. This is mean. You’re being mean.” And “you’re treating me like I’m not even… not even…” UGH. RENT FREE IN MY HEAD, WARREN. “Maybe he could do it; maybe he could sit in the same room as a giant for five minutes. He would only have to do it once, and then he would never have to do it again, he reasoned.” Bitch u thought… get loved and cared for idiot…

Joe asking him “why not”, echoing Harry’s words that stuck with him…

And then him being sooo pissed at the phone it’s just absolutely amazing stuff. Wagging his finger at it/Dr Hill lmaooo. I was hootin and hollerin when I realized this foreshadows him being the assistant!!! He can talk on the phone just fine!!!!

His legs threatening to give way from the prospect of Harry seeing him at ground level after he escapes using the phone receiver… ouuugh. It’s SO GOOD. He’s come such a long way…

“Touching every wooden beam he passed for good luck” is INCREDIBLY cute mental imagery.., he’s happy… poor guy has awful luck tho so Harry is just pissed 😭 HIM NEARLY DESTROYING THE PLATES BECSUSE HARRY SCARED HIM SO BAD HAD ME FEELING.. SOME KIND OF WAY…

Ch8 also has the first mention of Joe’s books… I’m sooo curious where he got these.. did he perhaps make them…? 👀 YEAH HARRY SHOULD FEEL LIKE A MONSTER THO. YOU TERRORIZED A LIL MOVIE STAR!!! HE ONLY BROKE A FEW THINGS… Making him hide under his covers like he saw a monster… 😭

I love their first god awful handshake lmao. Incredible subversion of the usual g/t first meetings… Joe’s just like OK 👋 NOW GET THAT THANG OUTTA HERE

And then Joe going “I know about that!” Joe protested, his voice growing stronger. “It’s up to me, doc. If it happens, it happens and it’ll be my own damn fault.” … something tells me when Harry finally comes to understand Joe’s recklessness with his own life and what feelings about its worth may be underpinning that, he will be so sad 😔

Joe losing his toes to frostbite… realizing that could very likely be from when he was kidnapped and enslaved with O’Grady… uuuugh he’s so brave to want to connect with anybody at all let alone with Harry!!

Ch9 professor wifeguy moments… yesss… I love that he wants to hang out with another tiny too 😭 Joe is making friends!! I can’t wait to find out about Lorraine and what “other place” she knows about!!! Lmfao I can tell she’s going to be incredible just from the little bit Joe hears of her. I wonder too if she’s been marked… aahhh I’m so excited to learn more about these two. How interesting of a parallel, too, that Harry noted Dr Hill might also be a former soldier… something-something folks unable to fully integrate into society finding and building community with each other…

Also PROFOUNDLY interested to note on a reread that the tiny town on his wall says “a SAFE place to be” and the one in Riverdale said “a CIVILIZED place to be” 😬 a damn prison indeed… I also really wonder just HOW the tinies are paying their rent(?) to stay there, if they’re all as disdainful of “borrowing” as a career as O’Grady seems to be…

MAY I JUST NOTE that Joe stimming around is sooo charming to me. He’s kickin’ his legs. He’s pacing back and forth. He’s doing something like that in the walls when Harry was first listening to him. I LOVE HIM.. aND I love how this chapter we see him going from “that tall bastard (derogatory)” to “that tall bastard (amused)”

AND POOR JOE ON THE MOST CURSED FIELD TRIP IMAGINABLE. There is much to love here but I absolutely adore this imagery: “Joe buried himself in the curtain as the doctor, dressed to the nines in his work clothes and vaguely resembling a horse in a brown suit, sidled over to him and towered there and seethed.” HE’S TERRIFIED 😭 and Joe learns that other people value his wellbeing more than he does… wow Joe no need to ponder that any further until Ch15!!!

There’s SO much incredible prose in this chapter… the haaaaands oh my god the hands. The tinies are on the order of 2-3 inches tall, right? You really get a vivid sense of how big and dangerous everything is to them… absolutely A+ stuff.

This part also slays me everytime I think about it: “Joe was hidden inside [the pocket], and the thought of how unhinged his dear neighbour must look to his fellow giants as he walked and talked gave him no small amount of delight.” HE WOUUUULD.

The mystery of just what Joe created as a boy… what he can’t find it in himself to articulate… why he can hardly fathom talking about himself and his inner world to anyone …

PART 10… the difference in the way Joe confronts Harry here vs with the assistant in part 16 is somehow heartbreaking to me. I think the anger must just be displacement for how he’s really feeling (worried, uncomfortable…) and he’s more able to show his feelings to Harry with the assistants than he is now… but Joeeeee. I don’t ever want him to feel hopeless with Harry, like he just has to accept whatever he wants 😭 I love him in this chapter… Arms crossed, eyes narrowed… red faced… clawing at the air as he ranted Jdhdhdj GOD HE’S SO ICONIC: ““Nope. Not gonna happen! Veto!” Joe leapt up from the box, strode all the way to the edge of the table, and jabbed a finger at him. “I don’t know what kind of sick, twisted doctor things you intend to do to people but whatever it is, it’s not happening in my house!”” I guess I want him to still be comfortable with yelling veto at Harry lmao!!

And then Joe being like WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOU SAVING ME THE OTHER DAY. THAT MEANS NOTHING TO ME, A WILD AND INDEPENDENT TINY WHO HAD IT ALL UNDER CONTROL, AT ALL.

ALSO: the way he words this, I have a strong suspicion he does not know the word “patients”?! “”Let’s make a deal in exchange for patients. Give me something in exchange for patients.” Joe stammered. “You do that and I won’t make any trouble.””

Harry thinking of Joe as “the little bastard” in counterpoint to Joe’s “the tall bastard” really makes me smile too, hahahah.

AND THE FURTHER G/T TROPE INVERSION… just because he was willing to get in the giant’s hands one time doesn’t mean he’s suddenly fine with it!! I love how pissed they are at each other over this misunderstanding lmfao. He’s 👏 a 👏 wild 👏 tiny 👏 ‼️

And it’s so meaningful to me that the two of them bond more over sharing art with one another… Harry wants to introduce Joe to an amazing piano player… and Joe is so happy!!! The idea for a Charlie Chaplin bit with a rich miniature woman is SO inspired btw, I was as delighted as Joe was 😭 Harry being like “oh shit wait is this offensive” and then Joe just being like “THIS FUCKS SO HARD LMAO IT REALLY DO BE LIKE THAT”

And then the tragic aftermath… Harry NOTICING that he didn’t even know that he was doing anything wrong by bringing Joe there, it just FELT so dreadfully taboo (enough that Hill, who is MARRIED TO A TINY, also seems like he’s been caught doing something wrong when Harry first meets him)…. and then of course society reinforces that fear in a terrible way. Only a shared humanity regarding love of art saves poor Joe.. how lucky he’s gotten enough exposure to be able to speak in the presence of giants. You have to ponder how many tinies just as wonderfully complex as him have died for not having that skill. It’s so very sad!!! THE IMAGERY OF HIM ON THE LAMP LIKE IT’S A STREETCORNER JUST TWISTED THE KNIFE. Your writing really is so excellent, the way you can carry us through so many different emotions… Joe my belovedddd. I’m simply obsessed with the implications of him NAMING HARRY. WHAT IS /THAT/?? And the way that the narration in the story from this point on swaps to using Harry as his name… it speaks VOLUMES without you needing to elaborate on it at all. Joe has changed him! He’s becoming someone he likes better than Herman! A day we had good luck… Harry is good luck… Luck as a concept very different from what giants think of… I am absolutely enamored with how clearly he has a whole other world, another culture, that Harry can only guess at and be grateful to be included in.

JOE GETTING A NICE BATH AND A COMFORTABLE BED IN THIS CHAPTER IS JUST SO WHOLESOME (even if it will torment his Calvinist sensibilities later…) I am also so charmed to imagine how Joe must have woken up and been like “what the FUCK did I do last night. Where the HELL am I 🤨”

And then in Ch11 he’s like I WILL PROCEED NOT TO THINK OF THAT AT ALL. <- clueless

Ch11 is one of my favorites I think… we really get a good glimpse into how much heavy-duty rationalizing Joe is doing LMAO. “Taking food is fine, because I’m just using this tall bastard.” “It’s fine if I have leisure time.” “It’s fine if I like Harry and his company and I miss him when he’s gone and I want to give him a name.” “AS LONG AS I DON’T GET COMFORTABLE ALL OF THIS IS FINE.” This line is such a banger lol: “Joe Piccoli was many things as he went to sleep that night, but he was not a pet, and he was not comfortable.” And then the mouse!!! That Joe decides to draw rather than kill!!! Look at his needs being met!!!!!

IT ALSO ABSOLUTELY FUCKIN KILLED ME WHEN I REALIZED IN THIS CHAPTER THAT THE BOYS HAVE JUST. FULLY LEFT THAT FLOORBOARD OFF LMFAO??? THAT’S HIS SKYLIGHT NOW…

And then. Good god. The arm scene… it’s just. Soooo. 👌👌👌👌 I’m so … 😵‍💫💖❤️‍🔥…

“I’m a wild tiny!” “You’re going to be a dead tiny if that gets infected.” Their dynamic is so fucking funny. AND THE TENDERNESS OF HARRY TOUCHING JOE… Joe being so overwhelmed not exactly with fear but HMMM I WONDER WHAT EMOTION AND WHY HE MIGHT FEEL SO OVERWHELMED HE STILL NEEDS TO CLOSE HIS EYES AND PRETEND HE’S HIDDEN UNDER THE FLOOR AGAIN… 🤔🤔🤔 whyever would the touch of this kind giant make his hair stand on end and make him contemplate the reverence he’s being touched with and leave his cheeks burning… it is a mystery

And then Joe being so afraid the mouse would be hurt because in contrast to the kindness he’s been shown, he still has this long history of awful experiences with giants.. this part in particular made my heart hurt:

“Don’t kill the mouse, Harry, please don’t kill it. It’s just like me. It hasn’t done anything to you.” Joe begged.

Followed by him remembering that this is /Harry, his friend, who he knows/:

“The words hit Joe like the breaking of a spell, and he stood in the kitchen windowsill feeling downright foolish. Of course Harry wouldn’t kill the mouse, Joe realized - of course he wouldn’t do that.”

OUGH. This story is SO delicious I’m beyond obsessed…

The two of them having a much less Charged encounter after Joe has resolved some of his internal conflicts, at least for the moment… chatting away like they’re two normal friends while Harry touches him… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH‼️

Their motorcycle shenanigans… Harry showing Joe his precious Contraption and Joe absolutely hating it omg it was so peak 😭 PLAYING “WHO’S-MORE-BORING CHICKEN”… the way Joe is like “I would rather Die than have to listen to this guy talk about how he’s more exciting than me. Absolutely not.”

I also very much appreciate the foreshadowing of the street car on this re-read…

AND may I say I really love that they went on a little nature trip together!!! I have thought often of the potential of a g/t story set outdoors, where the normal sized person and the tiny are both made small by how all-encompassing the wilderness is. Something to do with camping or backpacking! Maybe something I want to write one day! This gave me a delightful taste of that.

AND ANYWAY THE ACCEPTING OF COMFORT EVEN AS IT FLIES IN THE FACE OF EVERYTHING HE’S BEEN TAUGHT TO ROMANTICIZE AND VALUE… ouuuughhh GET LOVED IDIOT!! GET SEEN AND KNOWN AND TAKEN CARE OF!!!

And then ch12… Harry’s realization that Joe won’t ever bring up anything if it’s just for his own benefit. Which by the way, on a re-read I can appreciate how cleverly you’ve set this up, if I didn’t write that clearly enough before! There’s something cultural there but also, I think, something uniquely Joe that Harry maybe can’t fully see yet. Harry’s watch from his parents breaking down at the same moment he’s trying to change his relationship with Joe, the new most important person in his life (at least I presume! He doesn’t seem to have other close friends/family) … very very good. This sentence is so evocative. Simultaneously funny and sad: “With the way Joe’s eyes shifted from side to side one would think the doctor had suggested they go rob a bank.” It’s very good angst realizing how much Harry is asking of Joe without him even knowing it…

BTW this part is so delightful. They’re so interested in each other!!! “When his footsteps announced his arrival, he could see the tiny’s movements through the missing floorboards as his neighbour crossed the floor and climbed back up to the windowsill above the counter.” <- guy who absolutely has NOT been gotten

“Joe smiling. A rare sight indeed.” JUST…. My heaaaart ‼️‼️

Also hilarious how Joe and now Harry have both had “mmm I do NOT like the way this guy is smiling right now” moments 🤣

GOD tho, Joe’s opening up about getting snatched… much like Harry, it made me feel absolutely beside myself.

^^^ AS YOU CAN SEE. I'VE FULLY FALLEN APART.

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imaalesbiannn · 1 year

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Birthday head

The is my first time writing on tumblr so don’t judge me if this looks a damn mess.

G!p Emily x fem read

Summary: it’s Emily’s birthday so you reward her with head ;)

You light the candles and fix the roses that’s in the vase as you hear Emily fumbling with the key in the door. She had just gotten off of work. She didn’t have a case for say but she had files that needed to be done.

“Hey sexy I’m home.” Emily says as she finally unlocks the door manages to walk to the kitchen. “Hey honey. I cooked you some of your favorite Alfredo pasta with broccoli and shrimp.” You say standing on your tippy toes and giving her a meaningful kiss as you wrap your arms around her shoulders. “And also happy birthday.” you add with a nervous smile.

“Thanks baby and yum” she reply’s as she pecks your lips again and wraps her arms around your waist. “Okay let’s get eating so you can open your gifts I’ve gotten you,” you say as you pat her shoulder and part from her.

You guys sit down at the table across from each other and start eating your food. “God damn baby this is good.” Emily says as she moans from another bite. “Thanks I really tried my best.” You say shyly as your face turns red. “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted, give me a kiss now.” Emily leans over the table and gives you a hard kiss causing you to giggle and peck her lips again.

After dinner you guys go to the living room where you pull out her gifts and sit them down on the coffee table. “Let’s see.” You hum. “Which one you wanna open first?” You ask her while you sit down in her lap. She just looks at you. You know that look. “Absolutely not em open your gifts first.” You scold her.

“But baby.. I want to unwrap you.” She looks at you then at your breasts then back at you. “I’m gonna get us some wine baby unwrap your gifts please.” You tell her as you hop up and go to the kitchen. She watched you walk and looks down at your ass. “She’s gonna be the death of me” Emily hums to herself as she reaches for the first gift she sees.

After Emily is done unwrapping her gifts and many many thanks you’s and kisses later you turn to her as you guys sit on the couch. Her arm around your shoulders with wine glasses in each of your hands. You put the wine glass down and say “are you ready for your last gift?” “Sure what is i- oh” you start taking off your shirt then your jeans and straddle her hips as you sit on her lap. “I like where this is going… a lot” she says as she starts to grope your ass. She starts to smack it as your kiss her neck and leave her hickies.

You take her shirt off and start to kiss her lips. She starts to groan and you can feel a bulge in between her legs.

The thing is. You and Emily haven’t had sex in like two weeks because of her job and the cases she had to go on plus files and staying late at the bau. During that time you’ve gotten so horny but not being able to touch yourself without Emily’s permission had you sucking on the dildos you guys had while she wasn’t home. This caused you to start throat training yourself since Emily is quite big and you’ve never been able to deepthroat her fully. But today… today was a different story.

You hop off her lap and start to pull down her pants as she looks down at you breathing in and out fastly. As you pull down her pants you can see her huge buldge. Mind you Emily is at least 8 and a half inches maybe even 9. You pull her boxers down and your mouth waters at her girthy dick standing high. It’s so veiny and has a slight curve.

You wrap your mouth around her tip and give it a light suck before going back down pushing half her cock to the back of your throat. Causing Emily to moan and lean back in the couch. You go down again on her cock with your mouth and start going to town. You start bobbing your head up and down on her cock so fast that it’s hitting the back of your throat causing your throat to make loud wet gagging noises. Emily’s moaning like crazy as she grabs your head and forces your throat farther down on her cock. She grabs your hair and bobs you up and down up and down barley giving you room to breathe. She pushed your head down one more time with a loud cry as you deepthroat her whole cock and stick your tongue out and lick her balls as you deepthroat. You lift your head up to get some air as you kitten lick her tip. You start to give her a hand job seeing that she’s close and flustered. As you’re giving her a hand job you can hear her breathing getting heavy and her legs start to move a little letting you know she’s almost close. The sound of your hands rubbing her cock are making squelching noises and at last she lets out a loud noise giving you the signal that she’s cuming. And as she does you let go of her cock and deepthroat her so she’s cuming in your throat. This sets her off she has your hair in her hands and she forces you all the way down and her toes curl as you hold her thighs down so she can stay still. All you can hear is her moaning and breathing fast as you can feel her cum hitting the back of your throat going into your belly. She finally stops cuming and pushes your head up because of her sensitive tip. “Holy shit baby where did you learn that?” She asks as she’s heaving to catch her breath.

“I had a little bit of practice while you were gone. That’s all”

#emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss x reader #girl love girl #criminal minds #emily prentiss #bau team

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Rereading through some of your stuff, and your sf! papyrus, Hound still makes me just go absolutely feral!!💥💥

GOD! I wanna pin him to the wall so damn bad! (If he's ok with it of course xjhdjs)

Wanna pin him and tenderly kiss on his neck before finding a nice spot and Biting down. Wanna mark him up so pretty that he won't be able to hide in under scarfs.

Like I feel like he can be such a good puppy, but I'm more of a bad dog ya feel lol.

And boy howdy do I wanna bend him over something and just overstim him so bad.

WOOOO YEAH HELL YEAH GET IT HOUND!!! There's gonna be smut under the cut, obviously, this is real spicy~ Minors do not tread further istg

You sighed as you knocked on Hound's door. He had been working on some code for the past two hours, and you hadn't seen or heard anything from him for that entire time. You were getting worried. "Hound, baby, are you in there?"

No response. You knocked again, louder this time, before finally swinging the door open.

Hound was sitting in the dark, face inches from his computer screen. He seemed completely engrossed in his work. The blue light from the screen flooded his face, making his face look sharp and eerie. If it weren't for his shrimp like posture, you would be a bit intimidating.

You strode over to his side, being sure to make enough sound that you wouldn't scare him. Finally, you gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you need to take a break."

Hound jumped out of his chair. "fuck-oh my stars, angel, you scared the shit out of me!" He put a hand on his chest, like he was calming his nonexistent heart. "didja need somethin?"

"Just worried about you," you said. "You've been working on this for a while, you need a break."

Your boyfriend sighed. "i need to get this done, though. i can rest later."

"You can also finish this later." You leaned over and wrapped your arms around his chest and rested your head on his shoulder. "Or do I need to make that an order?" Your voice was low and seductive during that last sentence, and you felt him stiffen under you.

"m-maybe just a short break," he said slowly. That was all you needed to start kissing his neck. Without moving your lips from his neck, you tugged him out of his seat and pushed him against the wall. You pinned his hands against the wall next to his head.

Hound let out a small whimper. "d-darlin, please," he begged. "i need more..."

You were more than happy to oblige. You found a good spot on his neck and bit down hard.

Even though he was nothing but hard bone, Hound let out a pleasured yelp. You kissed the spot where you bit him, before grazing your teeth down his vertebrae and to his shoulder. Then, you repeated the process a few more times, finding a good spot on his neck before biting him hard.

After a few more bites, Hound was practically a puddle. The only thing keeping him standing were your hands pinning him to the wall. "angel..." he panted. "p-please, please!" You weren't sure if he knew what he was begging for, but you could give him more than he could ever ask for.

You finally let go of his wrists, and Hound slumped down. "Are you going to be my good puppy?" you purred. You grabbed the loop of his collar, pulling him towards you.

Hound nodded furiously. "i'll be good for you," he breathed, almost reverently.

"Good." You let go of the collar. "Get undressed and bend over the bed."

Hound jumped up, eagerly shedding his clothes off as he went. As he did, you went over to the door and made sure it was locked. You didn't want anyone interrupting this.

You turned around and admired Hound's now-naked form. He was lithe and lanky, but had a hidden strength in his bones. The bite marks you had given him earlier were now glowing with his magic, trying to heal the small wounds you had given him. It was beautiful.

Gently, you ran your hands down his ribs, and Hound shuddered under your touch. "What a handsome boy," you whispered. "And so obedient too."

Hound's hips bucked subconsciously, as if looking for stimulation. His hands stayed obediently on the bed, though. You stood behind him, and looped your fingers in his iliac crest. "Summon your cock for me," you ordered.

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, Hound's dick was fully summoned, already hard. You must have done a good job with him if he was this ready to go, even though you hadn't even touched him directly.

Speaking of which...he had been good. He deserved to feel good. Slowly, you began to stroke his cock, using only two fingers. He whimpered and bucked back into your touch.

You growled and scraped your nails down his back. "Don't move," you growled. "You'll take what I decide to give you."

"i-i'm sorry," the skeleton under you whined. "i just need to cum!"

"Oh, is that right?" A wicked grin spread across your face. "Then I'll make you cum~"

You began to stroke faster, using more pressure. Hound's desperate gasp only fueled you on, going faster and faster until-

"ngh-ah!" Hound let out a desperate moan as he came, shooting his cum all over your hand. His hips bucked back into your hand, but you decided to allow it this time. You slowed your pace as he came, but didn't completely stop.

As Hound calmed down, he clearly expected you to move your hand away. You didn't. As soon as he calmed down, you sped up once more. "a-angel? what-ngh-are you doing?" he panted. His hand came down to move your hand away, but you slapped it away.

"You said you wanted to cum, didn't you?" you whispered wickedly in his ear. "I'm going to make you cum, as many times as I want~" You pinned his wrist to the bed with your free hand. "You are not allowed to touch anything but this bed until I say so. Unless you want me to punish you."

Hound let out a shaky moan. "n-no, i'm sorry." His cock was already hard again under your ministrations. His hands balled up in the sheets as you made him cum once more.

Then again.

And again.

When you finally slowed down, Hound was practically a sobbing mess under you. His chest rose and fell as he was finally able to catch his breath. You moved around to his head and kissed his forehead. "How do you feel?"

Hound wasn't able to respond, but he gave you an exhausted smile. You weren't sure if he could think at all now. You kissed his teeth gently, then helped him move onto the bed. "Let's rest now," you smiled. "You deserve the sleep."

Even though his limbs were probably jelly, Hound wrapped his arms around you tight. He kissed you back. "thank you," he finally whispered.

"I love you," you smiled. "Thanks for humoring me."

"thanks for makin' me rest," he sighed back. "i needed that. He gave you a dreamy, blissed out smile. "and i love ya too."

#my garbage #writing #papyrus x reader #mafiaswapfell #hound #osha violations #undertale imagines #i hope this is everything you wanted afdkalsieruoi

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steddie-fanfic-recs · 5 months

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Descent into the Depths of the Earth (Or at Least Milwaukee)

by disastardly

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & The Party, Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Joyce Byers, Eleven (Cameo), Max Mayfield (cameo), Erica Sinclair (cameo) Additional Tags: Dungeons & Dragons References, Advanced Dungeons and Dragons, Pre-Relationship, Pre-Slash, Road Trips, Conventions, Author is a GM (just not for D&D), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, slow motion bisexual crisis, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, He Just Doesn't Know It Yet, The Party Goes to GenCon, Good Babysitter Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Lives, POV Steve Harrington, Gratuitous Lord of the Rings references, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Attitudes, Taking liberties with what happened at GenCon 19, Researched as much as I could but sometimes you need to inject a lil drama, Intentionally being lewd to get a rise out of your crush, pre-Byler in the background, gotta squint a bit but girl it's there, oh my god there were only two beds, but six people so you can see the problem, Steve Harrington Washes Eddie Munson's Hair, Steve Harrington Wears Eddie Munson's Clothes, Slice of Life Words: 55,876 Chapters: 7/7

Summary

“Ask Munson to take you, shrimp. He actually likes this stuff.” “He is going,” Dustin replied, like Steve should know this already. “So why do I need to go again?" “Because,” Dustin said slowly, voice lower than before, “my mom doesn’t want us going with just Eddie. She said she’d feel a lot more comfortable if you went too. Mrs. Wheeler and the Sinclairs too.” -- August 14-17, 1986 - the greatest four days in gaming, or so Steve's been told. It's not exactly his speed, but Steve'll be damned if he lets any of the kids miss out because their parents can't see past Eddie's reputation. Four (and a half) days, six hours from home, with four teenage boys and one Eddie Munson. How hard could it be?

#steddie #steddie fic rec #multi-chaptered #part of a series #50-100k

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wonderlandleighleigh · 1 year

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96 Thoughts while rewatching the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel Pilot.

1. Midge graduated college early, got married and had her first kid in like a year and a half holy shit girl.

2. That fat joke not great. But ASP is ASP.

3. monogrammed butter pads. Like Disney World!

4. lol the bleaching.

5. Why did the man have to be Joel?

6. Midge why was Joel a gift from god? He was not. He was not a gift from god, the best thing he did for you was help you recognize Lenny when you eventually got thrown in the same cop cruiser.

7. The airplane gluuuueeeeee lol

8. The suit they put Luke in is too big on purpose, to try and make him look older and less attractive and it uh...doesn’t work.

9. Against a tree. Ugh. Not comfortable.

10. “we’re very happy” I love Abe so much.

11. So many angry Jews about shrimp.

12. YOU SHOW ME WHERE IN THE BIBLE WHERE GOD SAYS YOU CAN’T EAT SHRIMP.

13. I wish I lived where there was a dedicated butcher.

14. Poor Midge has no idea that she and Joel are skint because he hasn’t told her shit. God dammit.

15. Spending hours on that brisket. Hours to get it perfect.

16. He hates you, Joel, because you’re a terrible comedian and you don’t deserve a better time.

17. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You’re gonna find out, asshole.

18. Penny Pann cannot use an electric pencil sharpener. She is so fucking dumb. How did she figure out sex if she couldn’t figure out- you know never mind.

19. The music slaps.

20. Remember that no matter how in love Joel is acting in this moment, he’s been fucking Penny for months.

21. MONTHS.

22. He winds up so angry about Midge handling everything for him, but he let her. He enjoyed it. He barely had to lift a finger.

23. Oh Susie.

24. Oh Midge.

25. I owe my soul to the company stooooooore

26. “I should be kissing the brisket!” Fuck you.

27. Jackieeeeeeeeeeeee

28. Blugh.

29. Blugh Joel.

30. Susie knows what’s up.

31. “I was great.” Holy fuck.

32. One standing ovation everyone goes home pregnant. lol

33. We’ve never met Aunt Bertha. I want to. I deserve Aunt Bertha.

34. Fuck, Midge’s routine is so brutal. Paranoidly staying awake until Joel drops off, and then doing her entire routine and sneaking back into bed. Getting up before the sun is up to redo her whole look and then pretending to be asleep. Jesus, not thank you.

35. COMPLETE WITH FAKE EYELASHES UGH.

36. She really thought this was supposed to be her life forever. That this was it.

37. Morning Ethan. Ethan. Ethan. Ethan. E-

38. Rose and the forehead. Ugh. Just the - the physical expectations...so much yikes.

39. lol schnorror

40. Oh Imogene.

41. Again. The every day physical demands are insane. And Midge puts this on herself for the most part, but I do get the feeling that Joel...didn’t help.

42. “I made curry but I also ordered Chinese.” BITCH NO! NO! YOU MAKE DINNER HE EATS WHAT YOU COOKED WHETHER HE LIKES IT OR NOT AND IF IT IS TRULY UNPALATABLE YOU ORDER OUT TOGETHER. God damn, the shit this woman would go through just to make this horrible man happy. Fuck’s sake.

43. Poor Midge, realizing that Joel is stealing material. Thinking at first that someone stole his stuff.

44. THERE IS AN ENTIRE ENORMOUS BOWL OF LEMONS ON THE TABLE! Are they wax? Jesus that’s so many.

45. “It’s fine, everybody does it.” Feh.

46. “When I found out June Friedman stole my meatloaf recipe I almost stabbed her in the eye with a fork.” Big Lorelai vibes.

47. “You’ll learn.” Fuck you, Joel.

48. Midge made another brisket when Baz asked for latkes....

49. Midge is never on time. Just FYI.

50. Joel not getting his way gets shitty. We start to see how terrible he is here. The cracks of her being berated for things she can’t control. Like ted the moth.

51. He’s not a comedian, Midge.

52. LOL Susie. “THE CLEARYS ARE HERE?!”

53. The jerkoff motion lol. Love it.

54. Who here likes Hillbilly polka?! Me! I do!

55. SPOKANE!

56. Watching Joel bomb is rough. I absolutely hate this scene. If there’s one thing this show does well, it’s showing people bomb. And how bad it can be. It really is like chewing tin foil. Like nails on a chalkboard.

57. No one cares about your holey sweater, asshole. You cannot tell a joke.

58. It is so hard to watch. It is so hard to watch. Holy shit. Holy shit just stop stop Joel stop no no no no no no no no no.

59. And of course he blames Midge for his bad performance. Everything is her fault. He cannot take responsibility for his lack of talent. It has to be her fault.

60. And she’s trying to be supportive. She’s trying to be kind about this. And he’s just...awful.

61. Like i get that this was a bad night for him, but his lack of ability to deal with his life is atrocious.

62. And he’s leaving her because suddenly this isn’t what he wants, even though he’s been relying on her for their whole marriage. He loves it when things go right. He cannot deal when things don’t go his way.

63. “Nobody’s happy, it’s Yom Kippur.”

64. “he was in Buchenwald, throw him a bone!” lol I love this line. It’s a particular bit of very Jewish gallows humor that’s hard to come by in pop culture, and it’s what sold me on the show when I watched it for the first time.

65. She had no idea this was actually his dream. He never told her. They never talked about his dreams, or her wants. They don’t talk to each other.

66. BECAUSE YOU KILLED IT. It’s true.

67. “Do you know what a dream is?” What a terrible - god dammit.

68. YOU NEVER TALK TO HER ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS YOU PIECE OF SHIT! YOU NEVER TALK AND SO SHE HAS NO IDEA! You fucking asshole. God damn.

69. You cannot expect your partner to know everything without telling them. That’s just moving the goal posts around day after day. Jesus.

70. “I will be better. I will do better.” Poor Midge. god dammit.

71. He is so awful. I cannot believe I sit through scenes of this terrible man. He is the fucking worst. And he has been from fucking jump, and he’s only gotten marginally better.

72. “SO YOU”LL TELL YOUR PARENTS FOR ME?!” WHAT THE FUCK!

73. Joel Maisel is the WoooOOOOooOOOOOOooorst!

74. “I’m sorry.” You’re not sorry at all.

75. Though I think that was the only time he ever really said it.

76. I love how much Abe loves television.

77. “What did you do?” Ugh. Ugh.

78. “That was about deli, too.” lol

79. omg Rose. Her character development is amazing.

80. “You cannot survive this.” Yeah she can.

81. Girl I’d get drunk too.

82. favorite gif:

83. It’s a Pyrex. My Pyrex.

84. Joel did not want to be challenged. He wanted to be coddled.

85. Midge her shirt was on inside out because she put it back on after fucking your husband girl.

86. THEM TITTIES

87. LENNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

88. For how much of an unforgiving hardass Susie can be, she also is very sympathetic to Midge when she’s falling apart

89. One standing ovation, everyone goes home pregnant.

90. lol eating chips on Yom Kippur mood.

91. 10 in the morning?!

92. You’re not my wife.

93. Their chemistry from jump was just amazing. He was only supposed to be a bit part and...yeah. They just...the way they look at each other, even from the beginning.

94. And she just waits patiently for him to finish his schtick. She knows he’s just gotta work through his little song and dance to get to her answer. They have a rhythm from the beginning.

95. THE FUCK BOY SHRUG.

96. Yeah. He loves it.

#The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel #Midge Maisel #thoughts on things

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 75. brb x oc

a/n: i...am not happy with this chapter hah, i had an off day and yeah...ugh,anyway!!! sorry for this one, hopefully the next will be better

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff

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Maybe if he didn’t move, maybe if he stood completely still, they’d walk away.

“Lt.Bradshaw! Sir!”

God damn it.

Rooster brings his fingers to his eyes, inhaling for patience before he rolls his shoulders and puts on a neutral face as he prepares himself to turn around and face the officers he knew without a doubt were behind him. He just turns his torso, resting his arm on the table with his eyes locking immediately with “Johnson.” He says with a brief smile, “And Faraday and McAllister.”

They were three young recruits, with Jameson being the tallest of them all, standing at Rooster’s height while Faraday was just a few inches shorter and McAllister reaching his shoulder. They were three men all from California, they were still in training and he was sure the only one who just had a callsign was Faraday…and that was his call sign, because apparently no one was that creative anymore, “Sir!” they all salute him quickly, “We didn’t know you liked tacos,sir!”

“You don’t have to call me sir all the time,guys.”

“Okay,sir.”

Rooster made a face, “I uh,” he looks back to where he saw Beatrice go, “I’m here with my wife and baby daughter as you,” he gestures with his hand to the stroller right by his side, Nicole’s eyes already on the three men, “Can see.”

Cue to McAllister slapping the two men on the shoulders, “I told you guys he was busy. We’re sorry,sir, we just saw you here and the guys wanted to say hi.” he sounded extremely nervous when speaking to Rooster, “And I told them not to, it wasn’t the right thing to do and we’d see you some other day at the base.”

Rooster nodded with the same neutral look on his face, ‘Yeah,well, it’s fine. Just don’t make this an habit.”

“We come here a lot,” Faraday,who apparently couldn’t identify a cue to leave, said while pointing to the taco truck, “We’ve been here since we were kids.” to Rooster they were still kids and he refused to remember their birth year or else he’d just get very upset about it, “And it’s cool that you like it too! I mean, I don’t know why we thought you’d like fancy stuff, maybe it’s because-” cue to Faraday rambling nonstop, his friends standing close by and McAllister being the only one who tries his best to cut him off so they could go.

Rooster hears Beatrice’s footsteps returning, followed by Nicole’s happy gurgle when she sees her mother, “Roos, did I take long-oh.” she stops a few steps away from the table, “Oh, um…hello?”

The three men saluted her too, out of habit, before Johnson blinked, “Wait, no,” they drop their arms, “I don’t think she’s Navy, guys. Uh,sorry ma’am.”

“That’s…okay?” Rooster turns back at Beatrice to give her a tired look, “Um…who are you guys?”

“Clive Johnson,” her husband replies, pointing to each young recruit, “Ryan Faraday and Oliver McAllister.” she found it endearing that they waved at her this time, offering small smiles and quick nods towards her instead of the uncalled salute from before. “They are the new recruits I told you about.”

“Ohh, hi guys! Nice to meet you,I’m Beatrice-”

“Yes,Lt.Bradshaw talks about you a lot.” Faraday smiles, then immediately clears his throat, “N-Not to us,I mean ma’am…he talks to others and we hear it and uh-”

But Beatrice just sent Rooster a look, her husband rubbing his jaw and avoiding her eyes because if she saw his face she’d be sure he was blushing. She knew he talked about her but to the point that the new recruits had an idea who she was? Now that was absolutely sweet.

Beatrice chews the inside of her lower lip, gazing upon the young recruits one more time, “Well, I’m glad to finally meet you guys too. Going out for dinner?” Beatrice knew they meant no harm, they showed up out of nowhere because they saw Rooster and wanted to say hi to him…which was fine! It was completely fine, but this was also their first night out as a family.

So she was thinking of ways to gently tell them to leave.

However Bradley wasn’t patient enough, turning around fully while seated as Beatrice settles back down on her seat, checking Nicole who was still staring at the three men, “Guys,” he pushes himself to his feet, approaching the young recruits with his hands in his pockets, “It was nice to see you three, but as you noticed-” he nods to Beatrice, “I’m out with my family…so.”

“Yeah! Time to leave!” McAllister adds, pushing the taller men away, “Sorry sir, we didn’t mean to intrude,sir.”

He fought back the wince from hearing that, “It’s quite alright, have a good night guys.” the three men nodded almost dumbly at him, then snapped back to attention, walking around their table - ‘good night ma’am, good night little miss’ - to get to the truck. They were still in Rooster’s line of vision but he was glad they walked away, running his hands over his eyes to get himself together.

Beatrice looks back to where the three men were, then towards Rooster again, “They seemed sweet.”

“Hm.”

“And they seemed to respect you a lot.”

Rooster sighed, holding his head up to look at Beatrice, offering her a little smile, “They are good kids but I really don’t want to think about work right now, not when I’m on my leave.”

“Understandable.” she said, “Do you really hate being called sir?”

“Sometimes.”

“Do you hate when I say it?”

He was surprised by the tone in her voice, like she was genuinely worried about his response, those green eyes with a layer of nerves over them as she waits for his response. It was a quiet question and the constant talking and music made it easier for them to talk without worrying about people eavesdropping on them, “I don’t hate when you say it.” he says just as quietly, ‘Because…well…it’s you.”

His wife blushed a soft red, then smiled at him as she ran the tip of her nail on the can’s rim, shrugging a bit, “I guess that’s good enough of an answer.” she says, “But you know the boys say that because they respect you a lot.”

“I know.”

“And you are their superior.”

“I know.” he sighs, “It’s hard to explain.”

Beatrice grins, “It’s alright, you know I won’t judge.”

Of course she wasn’t, he thought with a smile himself. He taps his finger against the wooden table, licking his lips for a second, “...I know.” he says softly, “I know you won’t.” and there was a heaviness in his words that Beatrice couldn’t identify why it lingered there.

But he didn’t elaborate and chose to continue their meal - ignoring the three young recruits still there, ordering their food and trying their best to not appear nosy - while chatting. It was going to be a nice night as long as they kept to themselves.

“Were you like that?” Rooster hears her ask, but his answer takes a while to form and when it comes out it’s a ‘hm?’ “Like the boys, amazed, starstruck over your superiors?”

Bradley noticed that he never talked too much about his time with the Golden Warriors, in fact he barely spoke about that time…not because he didn’t like talking about it, but mainly…because he wasn’t really the best mentally back then. He did a great job, but there were things he wasn’t proud of, “Nah.” he chuckles, ‘Well,maybe a little you know? Nothing too intense…I wanted to do a good job, get back, repeat, those things.”

He wipes his hand with the napkin, inhaling as he remembers his younger years, “You know, being the son of a former pilot is heavy on your shoulders. When they found out about what happened to my dad…well.”

He didn’t want pity, he never did, he wanted to show he was good just like his father was. There were times people wanted to make fun of him because of it, because of his mother’s passing - because of course they would, why wouldn’t they? The new recruit had a sad past? Well time to annoy him because of it. “And you achieved, Lieutenant.” she smiles, even more when his eyes slowly lift to meet hers, “I mean, look at you now.”

“Yeah…you know I don’t really talk to anyone from that time in VA.”

“Why not?”

Because most of them were pieces of shit and were annoyed because of his talents, and they liked to say he only got where he got because of his father. “I don’t think we ever got to be that close, not like the guys are…so when I asked to be transferred it was a no brainer, never looked back.” Beatrice knew there was something he wasn’t saying, “I wasn’t like the guys are, I respected my superiors sure but…not to that extent. I got to where I am right now just being myself and being damn good at it.”

He had the right to be cocky sometimes, it wasn’t often, but he had the utmost pleasure of doing so, “And you don’t miss them at all?”

“Nope.” and considering how they were, they’d probably disrespect Beatrice too and that was something he couldn’t stand. “Not at all.”

Beatrice blinked, then smiled softly at him, “If you say so…can I ask you something?”

“Sure,baby,shoot.”

“If you weren’t in the Navy, was there anything you’d like to do?”

Rooster stopped the plastic cup from touching his lips when she asked, clearly not expecting but at the same time…not shocked about it. He opened his mouth, then closed, then opened again as he sets the cup down, furrowing his brows, “...I…” he thinks, and he thinks hard about it, waiting to find anything to tell her but “...I don’t think so.” he mutters, “I love what I do,I think I always did, even as a little boy,even when my mother and I argued about it time and time again.” he explains, spinning his wedding ring on his finger with the pad of his thumb, “And while it is stressful and tiring and sometimes the reports make me crazy…I don’t think I’d have any other profession.”

His wife just leaned on her hand as she heard him speak, her eyes focused on him and the way he was so sincerely voicing how he felt and her smile returned, “That’s really nice,Roos.”

“Hah, thanks gorgeous…why did you ask?”

Beatrice inhales, her smile dropping as she looks at Nicole, holding her daughter’s hand for a second, “...I think I was just curious…we were talking today - me,Jessie,Shells and Penny - about second choices, sudden opportunities.” she mutters, “And I guess it brought some memories I forgot.”

“Such as?”

“I almost told Shells no when she told me about the bar.” now that surprised him, even making Rooster recoil in surprise, “I know right? Crazy. But I told you how I was mentally when that happened…and like, I worked with my uncle but the pay wasn’t great and I wanted to move out…so I thought why the hell not. It was never in my plans but…I can’t see myself doing anything but working at the bar.”

“I mean,I’m happy to hear that because how else would we ever meet?” he smirks, “How else would I ask you out? Or propose to you? Or have our baby together?”

“I know.” she smiles, “And you are right.”

“Was that all that brought it up?”

She sighs, “I guess? I don’t know, I guess a lot came into perspective lately. With Nikki, with us growing as a couple, as a married couple too, you know? Like…I think we are doing fine, all things considered, we are managing everything.”

He wondered if this was because of what she mentioned about Jessie, about the things she’d miss if she wasn’t working at the bar. “We sure are,gorgeous.” he had to admit it was…going a lot better than he ever imagined it, after all he and Beatrice were first timers in everything.

And maybe that’s why Beatrice brought it up.

The what ifs still hovered them both, especially now that Nicole was four months old, with time going by fast he knew both of them had to keep it up with her. They didn’t want to miss anything when it came to her, “Do you think she’d be interested in any of our fields?” Beatrice’s question catches him off guard, “Nikki?”

It was still early to think about that but he supposed he could indulge in the future, “Maybe,why?”

“I don’t know, curiosity I guess.” she smiles down at Nicole who just gurgles up at her, even more when her mother tickles her tummy, “Oh, I almost forgot, Marcus wants me to see him next week.”

“Yeah?”

“And he wants you to come with.”

Bradley blinked, arching his brow with a confused smile, “He does? May I ask why?”

“He said he uh, needs your second opinion.”

Rooster licks the inside of his lip, then chuckles, throwing his hand up in the air in an ‘alright’ motion, “I don’t see why not.” he smirks, “Maybe I can also see some of your work there, huh?”

“Oh everything is saved up until the collection is ready to launch.” Bea smiles, “Marcus said that it’s going to be amazing.”

“I believe him.” he smirks, “Is there anything else?”

Beatrice taps her finger against her chin, the other hand still busy with Nicole, “Oh, he wants us to bring Nicole,”she smiles,looking down at their daughter, “Because he hasn’t met her yet.” true, he was out of the country when Nicole was born. Rooster hummed, leaning on his palm as he thought about it, arching his brow at her.

“Alright,when do we go?”

“Two days before Halloween,OH! We need to go shopping for treats! And get Nicoles’ costume…and our costumes! For Penny’s party!” while Beatrice excitedly rambled, Rooster moved his eyes from her to Nicole who was just smiling up at him, waving her little hands in the air.

Younger Rooster would never dream of having something like this, and yet here he is, with the two most special people in his life. With a loving wife and a beautiful daughter and- something wet touched his head. And another landed on the table, there was the gentle sound of rain hitting the ground around them that made the two stand to their feet and protect Nicole from the cold raindrops.

Their daughter, amazingly,didn’t care, she just laughed all the way.

At least someone was having fun with their demise.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader

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the-mighty-mittens · 3 months

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I did a bunch of Castoff incorrect quotes, you wanna see?

Of course you do

Marina: Pick a card, any card.

Rori: Fine.

Marina: Wait, that's my credit card!

Rori: You said any card.

Marina: *running towards Arianna with open arms*

Arianna: *moves out of the way*

Marina: Hey, why'd you move?!

Arianna: I thought you were going to attack me.

Marina: I was going to hug you!

Arianna: Why would you hug me?

Marina: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

*when a child starts crying in public*

Sage: *tries to make the child laugh*

Frankie: *tries to play a game with the child to make them calm down*

Marina: *gives detailed instructions to the parents*

Rori: *cries with the child*

Arianna: *ignores the child*

Vector: *is the reason why the child is crying*

Vector: Man, it smells like wrongdog out here.

Arianna:

Arianna: Vector, are you alright?

Vector: *sobs*

Vector: A sprite is anything not static.

Sage: A sprite is a variable object, be it 2d or 3d.

Rori: A sprite is a fucking soda.

Rori: You god damn geekass bastards.

Vector: Does anyone know how to relax? Asking for a friend.

Vector: *walks to cabinet, removes oreo box, takes half a sleeve, throws empty box out* Hi!

Rori: Hey- what are you doing-?

Vector, shoving an oreo into their mouth: I am saving space :D

Rori: I’ve been described as a ‘heartless villain’ and a 'little shit’, but I prefer… 'has alternative ways of having fun’.

Rori: You’re kind of a pushover, aren’t you, Vector?

Vector: …I’m sorry.

Rori: See!? That’s exactly what I’m talking about!

Arianna: Can you PLEASE peer pressure me into doing my project?

Sage: Do it or you're straight.

Arianna: I said peer pressure, NOT THREATEN!

Arianna: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”.

Arianna: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

Vector, texting Arianna: Arianna there’s a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it?

Vector: Pls hurry because I’m going to cry

Vector: Arianna

Arianna: Arianna is dead. You’re next. Love, Moth.

Rori: Did you just call me a shrimp, you asshole?! I'm still growing, dammit!

Arianna: That's it, I'm cutting off the internet!

Frankie: No, please don't! I have a family to feed!

Arianna:

Arianna: What?

Frankie: I need to feed my Neopets!

Arianna: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go.

Marina: Those are wanted posters!

Marina: An apple a day keeps the doctor away!

Rori: An apple a day can keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough.

Vector: *eating a cinnamon roll*

Arianna: Cannibalism.

Vector: *confused chewing noises*

Sage: Where is Vector?

Marina: I'll do you one better, who is Vector??

Rori: Here's a better question, why is Vector?

Arianna: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

Vector: Arianna.. I'm gonna cry!

Arianna: Please don't.

Vector, crying: Request denied.

Arianna: Respect my trans homies or I’m gonna identify as a fucking problem.

Vector: What’s it like being tall?

Rori: Is it nice?

Vector: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Frankie: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

*in a group chat*

Marina: First one to reply is gat.

Marina: *gay

Marina: Wait...

Marina: What did you get on your shirt?

Rori: Rust.

Marina: From what?

Rori: Weapons.

Arianna: Time for more adult supervision.

Bonus Zebra herd quotes!

Zera: "You look tired" well, the torment is relentless and the horrors never cease.

Zera: Hi, who's this? Terran changed all of my contacts to mythical creatures.

Liam: What's mine?

Zera: Dwarf.

Liam: THEY'RE SO MEAN, I'M NOT THAT SHORT!

Zera: Oh, hey Liam.

Liam: FUCK!

Liam: Oh gosh I wish I got more sleep I only got six hours!

Sonja: Six? I only got three!

Terran: You guys got sleep?

Zera, comes stumbling out of their room and grabs a jug of coffee before saying: What year is it??

Terran: Do you guys want to see a butterfly?

Liam: Ooh, yes please!

Zera, with their laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug!

Terran: It's not a bug though...

Zera: ...

Liam: ...

Zera: Well I still don't want to see.

Liam, realizing: Please don't throw-

Terran: Whee! *throws a stick of butter*

Zera: Self-care is suppressing all your trauma until it comes back and hits you in the face with the force of 7 very large trucks.

#Castoff #Incorrect Quotes #I'm turning a bunch of these into memes #I have more but they're screenshots I took at like 3 am and may or may not actually be funny

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sekahyyh · 5 months

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When antis catch you at a bad time, oh, God, they can really do damage. And they like that, because they've never given a damn about any victim rights in their life. It wouldn't be so easy for them to ignore victims and survivors who don't agree with them if they cared about survivors. Sadly, they don't. Bullying feels great to sadists and that's just how it is.

When I, a survivor, was walking out of a mental hospital after attempting suicide and had to read suicide baits telling me to kill myself and nastier shit because I wrote a non-con fanfic at fifteen—a fanfic that is probably the only reason I survived that period of my life—like LMAO, they did so much damage to me at that moment and my tiny grasp on functioning, and for what? They pushed a survivor back towards wanting to die expediently, which would have made them a murderer, and like—someone please find the survivor they helped by doing that, I'm lost.

Me looking everywhere for the imaginary survivor they're helping as they throw a real one under the bus.

That's part of why I get so annoyed from an ethics standpoint at some of this la-di-da up in the clouds rhetoric people use. Your viewpoints on things being right and wrong should always be couched in the harm they do to other people. Broad-scale philosophical concepts are cute to bandy about and I can bandy with the best, but they're completely inappropriate in a setting where we're talking about the impact on human lives, wellbeing and welfare. You need hard data, not soft sciences, for that.

Speaking for me, I take no pleasure in arguing with survivors over this. It sucks, man. But the level of asks between us is massively different. I just want websites and discords not to ban me and work and people I enjoy, work and communities that are cathartic and healing for me. I don't want it shoved in sex-repulsed and phobic fans' faces.

They want to sanitize the internet in its entirety of a topic because it's one of their triggers (which—triggers, btw, can be virtually anything—one of the iconic, classic, most common examples of it is the sound of people masticating, chewing). You see what I mean? The asks are different. It's not a situation where both sides are being reasonable. One side is asking for space in fandom—and fully supportive of tagging, the ability to block tags, content warnings, etc. The other thinks their medical issue means they have the God-given right to control every stranger on the internet's desires, fantasies, content production, and only content they personally enjoy and approve of is allowed to be made. I honestly can't relate. I wouldn't have the ego functioning to claim something like that in the first place, tbh.

And you know what? My biggest trigger is murder, not SA, as someone who's a victim of SA and attempted murder as a child and last week. People would (rightly) think I was irritating as fuck if I attacked every artist who drew a Durge pic that tripped my trap. l would never ask for that, though, because I know how to manage my medical disorder, and don't expect strangers to manage it for me.

Just like my deadly allergy to shrimp, which is far more serious—I call ahead to the party to ask that a dish be made up without shrimp contamination, I don't call and scream at them for ever serving shrimp, or worse, show up and start howling because shrimp is being served. That doesn't mean I'm not empathic of survivors who disagree with me. Trauma is painful, and all-consuming, and it's easy when you're in a state of constant hyper-vigilance and high-alarm to turn that assumption of harm on oblivious, well-meaning strangers. I know—I've done it. But it doesn't mean I had the right to do it. It doesn't mean it was the right thing to do.

But you know. The only thing I can do is things that feel right to me. Sadly, at its heart, this argument has pitted survivor against survivor, while one side frames it constantly as if it's survivor against predator, and tried to dress survivors up in predators' clothes while burning them at the stake to fool the gullible. But I can rest easy knowing I never talked over another survivor, or minimized their trauma, or claimed the kinds of things antis have said to me, like that my abuse "must not have hurt me that much" because I could still write non-con.

I usually ax whole, easy parts of my arguments when someone has specific trauma to do with something, even if it's extremely simple to debunk, like the idea of non-con as a grooming tool.

If someone has trauma to do with being groomed involving non-con, I'm not going to sit here and retraumatize them to win an argument, which is more grace than any anti has ever given me.

However, it is the absolute easiest argument to debunk in the world, because—EVERYTHING can be used as a grooming tool. Regular porn is a grooming tool. Consensual porn is a grooming tool. SFW things are a grooming tool. Sharing pictures of puppies is a grooming tool. I know people who were abused by antis themselves who were groomed by antis who shared wholesome-ass shipping pictures. I was sexually abused by an adult on the internet from 13-16 and the art they liked and showed me was the most wholesome-ass vanilla. Should I petition to ban all vanilla art?

Barney, Sesame Street, and candy historically are commonly used grooming tools. Just by knowing what I do about predators and having worked as a teacher, I know Fortnite and Roblox are bigger grooming tools right now than non-con art could ever hope to be. Grooming is a terrible process that involves so many little interactions and shitty moments of manipulation—I don't think there's any person who's been groomed on this Earth, myself included, who could specifically say whether the inclusion of one type of material in their grooming versus another was what made them trust that stranger or not, and it being substituted with something else would have made them safe. You can't live your life over again and know for sure you just wouldn't have been fooled by them if non-con art and fic plain didn't exist anymore.

And as for banning content because it "could be used as a grooming tool" — let's start with more commonly used ones, like Fortnite, Roblox and Barney. I mean my God, Neopets was a humongous grooming tool in my day. Predators tend to use things that kids like and enjoy—a lot of kids are in a fandom, sure, which is why it comes up, but even more are on Discord and Tumblr for unrelated reasons, which is why most of the grooming behavior I've seen is on there—so how's about we ban them, too.

The content of the fanwork used is superfluous, and I know, because the one time in my life I've been in a mixed age server I realized a groomer was in there. But it wasn't one of the adults—it was a "fourteen-year-old girl" who was not fourteen or a girl, and they h8ted non-con. That's because most kids right now h8 non-con, so I sincerely doubt it's a common predator toolkit move anymore. Like I said—predators use what kids like. It's not random. It's not because the objects they're using are inherently evil. It's because they're popular with the kids they're trying to abuse, and the /predator/ is evil. I can't believe I have to explain something so obvious, but here we are.

And by the way, why is it that we only have to ban something for being a """grooming tool""" if it's something sexually explicit and unsavory? Oh, right. Puritan mindsets, sex is bad, if you have an orgasm from something it's inherently evil, etc. Listen, something being sexual doesn't make it bad. Sex isn't bad. Grooming children is evil, not consenting sex. And contrary to popular opinion, sexual fantasies shared between consenting adults is consensual sex, even if the fantasy is non-consensual. Fantasies don't need to consent—only living beings do. As for grooming and non-con, there isn't even a statistical correlation between grooming being more successful using non-consensual art or fanfic. If it's not even so much as correlated with increasing the number of victims, there's no leg to stand on, so maybe you should sit down.

#non-con #abuse #antis #attempted murder #suicide

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The Warlord and the Revolutionary: A Dracule Mihawk/OC Romance - Chapter 4: Reminiscing

Summary: Mihawk has never been big on surprises, but when Zoro and Perona showed up on Kuraigana, Mihawk took it in stride. He learned how to adjust and even slowly began to enjoy their company. Just under a year later, another surprise showed up on his island - his ex-girlfriend, on the verge of death. The one he hasn't seen in fifteen years. And he might still love her.

Slice of life goth family cuteness headcanons mixed with OC romance.

Chapter 4 word count: 2649

A few hours later, a knock on the door woke Olivia from her slumber. The room was dark, indicating night had fallen on Kuraigana. The door opened a crack, allowing soft light from the hallway to enter, and a head of green hair peeked in. “How ya feeling?” Zoro asked, slipping into the room and turning on a light.

Olivia yawned and stretched deeply, wincing slightly as the action pulled on her aching muscles. “I’m pretty good, I needed that nap.” The grumbling of her stomach which even Zoro could hear indicated she needed something else too.

Zoro chuckled. “Take a few minutes to get yourself together, I’ll be in the hallway to escort you downstairs when you’re ready. This castle is basically a maze, don’t want you to get lost!” He closed the door behind him.

Olivia rose from the bed, still sore but less so than she was earlier. She made her way to the bathroom to freshen up and put on clothes, deciding on a knee-length skirt and a wrapped top that showed a hint of midriff in a teal color she knew Mihawk loved on her - he always said it complimented her hair. Not that she was dressing for him, of course. Definitely not, don’t be ridiculous. She loosened her hair from the braid and brushed it out, allowing it to fall in soft waves down her back. When she was confident in her appearance, she exited the room. Zoro offered his arm to her which she accepted with a grin, and they made their way to the kitchen.

“So what brings a Straw Hat to be living with Dracule Mihawk?” Olivia started, casually.

Zoro chuckled. “It’s a hell of a story. The short answer is Bartholomew Kuma. The long answer is…”

Zoro launched into the abbreviated version of his tale, from his first meeting with Mihawk in the East Blue, to their time at Thriller Bark, and ending with his arrival on the island and Mihawk’s agreement to train him, as they made their way downwards at a leisurely pace. Olivia, of course, knew some of what he was telling her - she had met Robin the last time she was at Baltigo, but she wasn’t sure if she should reveal that information to him at this point, or at all. She also decided to keep what knowledge she had of Kuma and the big question of why he may have sent the crew flying to herself as well. Part of working in the Revolutionary Army included knowing when to reveal information and when to keep one’s mouth shut, and until she was confident that this information was important for the young man to know, she’d keep quiet.

Approaching the kitchen, a warm and familiar smell met Olivia as Zoro’s tale ended. Entering the room, she found Mihawk at the stove, tossing yellow rice, vegetables, and meats in a pan like a professional. She knew he loved to cook, and he was damn good at it. If there’s one thing they never lacked in their early years of travel together, it was good food. Between his cooking skills and her knack for baking and making ingredients stretch, the two complimented each other well in many ways. Releasing herself from Zoro’s arm, she walked up next to him and peeked at the pan.

“Oh my God, are you making paella?” she exclaimed.

Mihawk smirked. “Still your favorite? Just with no shrimp, right?”

“The cockroaches of the sea? No thank you. But yes, it’s still my favorite, though I admit no one makes it quite like you do.” Their eyes met, shining with a soft mirth.

“Olivia!!” Perona cried happily, floating towards her with a glass of red wine in each hand. The pink haired pirate handed one to the older woman. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m…doing pretty well, actually. Sore still, but better. Anything I can do to help?”

“Absolutely not,” Mihawk responded, tossing the rice high into the air with a shake of the pan. “Relax and enjoy the wine.”

Show off, she thought with a smirk. She took a sip of the wine, and had to admit it was rather exceptional - light, a little spicy, and with notes of earth and anise. Mihawk treated his wines with reverence, taking care to pair the right bottle to the right meal as much as possible. While she never cared as much as he did about wine pairings, she always trusted his instincts in the matter, and was never left disappointed.

Olivia took in the kitchen for the first time. It was large and lit with a warm yellow light. Massive trailing vine plants hung down from sconces high up along the walls, adding a pop of green to the stone and dark wood of the room. She looked towards the dining room where the long table sat, the places already set for dinner, and noticed the enormous gothic windows and stone aesthetic. The place was absolutely suited to Mihawk.

When dinner was ready, Mihawk plated and the two youths helped bring the food to the table. The table now bore two places set on the left side of the head of the table, which Zoro and Perona quickly took, leaving the one at Mihawk’s right open for Olivia. She sat down and met Mihawk’s eyes to her left, who lifted his glass. “Cheers, Liv. I’m glad you’re here.”

“Yes! To Olivia!” Perona interjected.

“To not being dead!” added Zoro. Olivia laughed. The four of them toasted (Zoro with his glass of water, as he was still on a Haki-based alcohol limitation).

Taking her first bite of the steaming rice dish, Olivia’s eyes rolled back in her head at the flavor, and she let out a groan. “Oh God, this is amazing.”

Mihawk chuckled, “I’m glad you like it.” Zoro and Perona glanced at each other with a smirk. This was a very different Mihawk than the one they had come to know. This Mihawk smiled. And laughed. Zoro could tell Perona was just itching to gush about the two older people - he’d almost certainly be hearing about it later.

Over dinner, the conversation was light and full of laughter. Mihawk and Olivia reminisced with stories of their adventures together when they were younger, while Zoro and Perona participated actively, asking questions and bantering along the way. Suddenly, a thought found its way into Zoro’s brain.

“By the way, Olivia…” he began. “What do you know about the nickname Naked Hawk?”

Olivia’s eyes widened, her wine glass inches from her lips. Then, she burst into laughter, a small splash of wine reaching over the brim of the glass and over her fingers. Mihawk sunk into his seat, a blush rising to his face.

“Don’t. You. Dare,” he threatened her, eyes narrowing, all traces of a smile gone.

“Oh come on, Mihawk. It’s been over two decades! Don’t tell me you still can’t find any humor in the situation.”

“It’s humor for you, for me it’s the most humiliating experience of my life.”

“Well now you have to tell us,” added Perona. “Come on, pleeeeeeeeease?” She put on her best puppy dog eyes, while Zoro looked at his mentor expectantly, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Come on, Mihawk. Humanize yourself a little,” Olivia pressed.

Mihawk reached for the bottle of wine and poured the remainder into his glass. “Fine.” Olivia giggled at his frustration. He sighed and settled back into his chair, swirling the liquid in his glass.

“I was about your age, Zoro, perhaps a little older. And like you,” Mihawk said, staring pointedly at the younger swordsman, “I was stupid and arrogant and thought I was invincible.” Zoro only smirked.

“The four of us - Me and Olivia, and Shanks and Buggy - had docked at a small village for supplies, and if I recall new wanted posters had just come out, so we went to a bar to celebrate our bounties going up. I had a little too much to drink, and got to talking with a woman there. Long story short, I wound up spending the night with her. The next morning I woke up naked, in her bed, and with the worst hangover I’d ever had at the time, all of which was to be expected….But I was also in handcuffs.”

“Mihawk, I never woulda thought you’d be the type,” Perona teased.

Mihawk rested the bridge of his nose in his fingers, his cheeks turning pink with embarrassment. “No, not that kind. Turns out she was a bounty hunter. And when I woke up she was there with three of her bounty hunter friends, ready to take me in.”

“Oh God, what did you do?” Zoro asked, leaning in.

Mihawk shrugged. “I did what I had to do. Fought my way out, to the best of my ability with my hands cuffed behind my back. And when I got the chance to escape, I grabbed Yoru and dragged it behind me as I ran towards the ship, and through the town. Ass naked the whole way.”

The other three at the table laughed raucously. Olivia wiped a tear from her eye. “I’ll never forget the sight of Mihawk running towards the ship completely naked and screaming at us to get ready to sail. It was amazing.”

“I’m so glad you still find my humiliation amusing, Olivia.” Mihawk said, looking up at her. “I haven’t been back to that island since, you know. I don’t think I could look anyone there in the eye.”

“I assure you,” Perona said, her smile splitting her face, “Not a single person would be looking you in the eye either.”

Another round of laughter went through the table. Mihawk drained his glass. “Suppose I walked into that one. Anyway,” he said, raising his voice above the laughter, “Let that be a lesson to you, Roronoa.”

“What,” Zoro replied, “No random hookups?”

Mihawk scoffed. “Of course not. You’re young, have fun. Just…never get so incapacitated that staying the whole night with a stranger seems like a good idea.” Though still flushed with embarrassment, Mihawk couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle. It was sort of funny, he supposed…not that he was going to let any of them know that.

After dinner, Zoro and Perona helped Mihawk clean up, outright denying Olivia’s pleas to assist in some way. Perona plopped a cupcake in front of the older woman, peeling the wrapper on one for herself as well. Cut strawberries topped the almost impeccable piping. “Mihawk mentioned you like to bake?” Perona asked.

“I do,” Olivia replied, taking a bite of the cupcake. She savored the flavor of the soft yellow cake and buttercream frosting, the juiciness of the strawberries and something else bringing it all together…mint, perhaps? “This is amazing. You made this?”

Peona beamed with pride, floating in a somersault in the air. “I did!’” She took another bite with a smile.

“Perona’s quite the baker, Liv, you two will have fun.” Mihawk grabbed a cupcake for himself after putting away the last of the dishes he and Zoro had worked together to do.

“And Zoro, do you have a hidden culinary talent as well?”

“I’m…trying,” Zoro replied, blushing. “It’s never been my strong suit. Not sure if I’ve ever made rice without burning it. But Mihawk and Perona have been teaching me a little. The chef on my ship is pretty much the best in the world, though, so it’s kind of a moot point in my opinion.”

“Zoro, if you ever find yourself separated from your crew again, you can’t just live off of raw Sea King and alcohol,” Mihawk said, his tone vaguely admonishing.

“I can, and I have,” the younger man replied.

Mihawk rolled his eyes. “How you haven’t died of scurvy yet is beyond me…”

Finishing her cupcake, Olivia let out a yawn, which she covered quickly with her mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m so tired.”

“Probably because you almost died, Liv. Give your body time to recover,” Mihawk said softly.

Olivia smiled. “I guess. Well in that case, I’ll head back upstairs. Could I maybe get the grand tour tomorrow, Mihawk? See the rest of the castle and the island?” She rocked on her heels in front of him expectantly.

“I suppose we could arrange that, but only if you’re feeling up for it. Come on, I’ll walk you back to your room.”

Olivia bid Zoro and Perona goodnight, and adjourned up the stairs with the elder swordsman. At her door, Olivia turned to Mihawk. “Thank you…again, I mean. For everything.” Her head slightly down, she looked up at him through her eyelashes. Suddenly she was feeling unusually awkward, the strangeness of the whole situation finally catching up to her.

Mihawk smiled. “Olivia…” without any input from his brain, his hand reached out to caress her face. His thumb ghosted over her cheek before his mind caught up to his body, and he pulled away, averting his eyes.

Mihawk cleared his throat, and Olivia couldn’t help but crack a smile, her heart beginning to flutter in her chest. “Zoro and Perona’s rooms are just down the hall. I’m also available if needed, but mine’s a bit of a hike upstairs. And if you need anything at all, you know my home is yours.”

“I know,” Olivia smiled. They held each other’s gaze for a beat, enjoying each other’s presence before Olivia opened the door and slipped inside.

“Goodnight, Mihawk.”

“Goodnight.”

Leaning against the closed door, Olivia let out a breath. Shit, she thought.

Back in the hallway, Mihawk began his ascent to his room, his heart pounding and his mind racing. Goddammit.

Down in the kitchen, Zoro leaned against the kitchen island while Perona stuck her head in the torso of her stuffed Kumacy and let out a scream, doing circles in the air overhead. “OH GOD THEY’RE SO CUTE, I CAN’T TAKE IT! THE OLD PEOPLE ARE IN LOVE! EEEEEEEEEEE!” Her legs kicked in the air as the plush bear muffled her squeals. Zoro could only chuckle.

Removing her face from the bear, she floated down to the younger man as he plucked a strawberry off of Perona’s cupcake, popping it in his mouth. “So we’re gonna make sure they get together, right? We’re gonna matchmake the hell out of this? Right?” She looked at him expectantly.

Zoro responded with a shrug. “I dunno, I feel like maybe we shouldn’t meddle. Let them come together on their own, and if it works out, great, and if it doesn’t, it doesn’t. There’s a lot of history between them, a lot of hurt feelings. It’s a delicate situation, ya know?”

“Okay, but,” Perona pleaded, “Couldn’t we just do a little meddling? As a treat? Please?”

“Did you see the way they were looking at each other all night? They probably don’t even need our intervention. I bet by the end of the month they’ll be a thing again. And besides, if it ends up not working out because we couldn’t leave well enough alone, Mihawk will literally kill us.”

Deflated and with a pout, Perona conceded. “Fine, we won’t meddle. We’ll just let them come together or not or whatever.” She flailed her arms sarcastically in emphasis.

Closing up the kitchen and ascending the stairs themselves, Zoro felt confident that Mihawk and Olivia would come together in time. The way they looked at each other, even after so many years…it was kind of cute, he had to admit. Zoro didn’t know the first thing about romance and frankly wasn’t super interested in it at this point in his life. Or at least he thought so, anyway…it was a little confusing, and he preferred to push those thoughts down to be dealt with later. But he was happy for his teacher. The next month would certainly prove to be interesting.

Previous - Chapter 3: The Reunion

Next - Chapter 5: Laughing in the Rain

#dracule mihawk #dracule mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk x oc #hawkeye mihawk #takanome mihawk #one piece goth fam #goth family

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hello yuna! congrats on your milestone <3 how about prompt 12 with suna?

suna rintaro x gn!reader, 1.3k, sfw part of my 100 frens celebration!

12. staying up all night to prove to each other that you can | moodboard

“i swear, sunarin—if i end up dead by the time the sun rises, i’ll haunt you for the rest of your life. and your next life, too.”

“that’s romantic.”

“no, it’s fucking— ugh— not!” you bit back angrily, tripping over yourself in the process.

save for suna’s flashlight (that hasn’t been much help so far, evidenced by how many times you’ve stumbled), the two of you were surrounded by pitch-black darkness. the nervous, almost one-sided conversation you’ve been keeping up this entire time, accompanied by the dry crunch of leaves underfoot, has now trailed off to a companionable silence as the two of you soldier on up the hill.

fingers numb and toes freezing, you cuss out your best friend in your head. it was five a.m., and any sane person should be all warm and comfy in their beds right now – not trekking up some random hill on a trail you could barely see, on the premise of a stupid bet you could only wish to take back.

you found yourself thinking back to said bet that was made just eight hours ago in the comfort of your best friend’s bedroom.

“are you sleeping? oh my god, you’re totally sleeping.” suna pokes at your cheek. “it’s only eight and you’re already asleep, sleepyhead.”

irritated and awake against your will, you swat his hand away. “only because you chose a boring movie. now shut up and let me sleep,” you huff, curling in on yourself like shrimp.

it was somehow always cold in suna’s room – you suspected he liked cranking up the a.c. just to watch you sniffle and suffer during your weekly movie nights. with your teeth borderline chattering now, you burrow deeper into his blanket in a feeble attempt to warm yourself up.

“c’mon, it’s saturday tomorrow.” suna flops onto your shrunken form, stretching his arms over his head with a soft groan. “we should stay up all night. just like we did in high school.”

“how’s that a good idea?” you huff, but silently delight in the steady weight on top of you. “we were dead tired the next day. barely made it to class.”

“but we don’t have class tomorrow. let’s go catch the sunrise or something.”

“hmmm. nope, not into it.”

suna shifts to peek at you under his blanket. “what if we bet on it? first to fall asleep loses. winner gets whatever they want.”

you poke your head out of your blanket cocoon, interest now piqued. damn suna rintaro and the way he knew you so well. “whatever they want? so if i win, you’ll buy me breakfast every day till the semester ends?”

“yeah, even that.” your best friend shrugs, lifting the edge of the blanket to squeeze in beside you. you whine at the cold air that rushes in, then quieten down at the soothing warmth of his arm pressed to yours.

“fine. looking forward to five weeks of free breakfast then,” you declare, shifting closer to suna as subtly as you could. you were treading through dangerous territory now – cuddling wasn’t a common occurrence in your time together, no matter how cold suna made the room, but you’d rather not do something you’ll regret later.

thinking otherwise, however, suna unapologetically plants his cold feet on your calves – to which you abort your mission and shove him away with a shriek.

“sure,” he taunts, dragging out the word as obnoxiously as possible while ignoring your flailing. “but you’re gonna lose, so ease the cockiness a little.”

you couldn’t help the harsh scoff that escapes your lips. “no, i won’t.” you glance up at suna to find that he was much closer to you than before, staring at you with an intensity you weren’t used to. you found yourself struggling to get your next sentence out. “but out of the kindness of my heart, i’ll ask what you want for a prize.”

“that's easy. if i win…” suna smirks, the usual glint of mischief in his eyes now overshadowed by something deeper. “if i win, we date. no questions asked.”

“hurry up, slowpoke. we’re almost at the top now.”

you were broken out of your daydream by the sound of suna’s – the real suna, not flashback suna – voice, raspy with the lack of sleep. he was right: up ahead, the trees were thinning out to reveal a small clearing littered with browned leaves and twigs. it appears to be a small and unused campsite of some sort, unimpressive and plain save for a fallen log that takes up most of the space, and what seems to be a promising view on the other side.

the first few trickles of dawn were leisurely lighting up the sky. suna turns back to you. without the need for any words, the pair of you sprint the last stretch and burst into the clearing urgently, and were rewarded with the first few fingers of sunrise beaming down on the city below.

the both of you sit yourselves down on the fallen log, eyes never straying from the breathtaking view.

“incredible, isn’t it? found this place when i veered off of my usual running route.” suna says with a gentle sigh. you reluctantly tear your eyes away from the view to peer over at him – chin propped us on his hand with an unreadable look in his eyes, you were pleasantly surprised by how calm and relaxed he looked. guess he has a soft spot for sunrises too, just like the rest of us, you thought.

with the sun half-up now, sun rays stinging your eyes, you redirect your gaze to the buildings in the distance. the misty sunlight silhouetting the buildings of your beloved town highlighted the subtle movement of people going about their morning, like parts of a machine coming to life after a good, long sleep.

you spot a young woman jogging, ponytail bouncing with every quick step. you wonder if her glasses were fogging up in the cold morning air, the way suna’s does when he leaves his freezing bedroom for a glass of warm water.

rounding the corner just one street away, a father and his young daughter, hand in hand, head towards a diner for breakfast. the pigtailed daughter skips ahead of him and he runs after her, scooping the little girl up in his arms effortlessly – akin to a superhero swooping in to save the day. it reminds you of the countless times suna would pick you up and bring you to bed when you fell asleep at his desk or on his beanbag.

atop a tall building with peeling yellow paint streaking its sides, two stray cats – one ginger and one tortoiseshell, groom each other with their backs to the sun.

the world was coming alive.

“thank you for bringing me here,” you murmured softly, not wanting to break the serenity of the moment.

when you were met with a silence longer than you were comfortable with, you glance over at suna – only to find that his eyes were closed, chin still propped up on his hand, though his relaxed shoulders and parted lips suggest that he was probably just dozing.

“that’s 25 breakfasts from you to me until the semester ends, sunarin,” you whisper triumphantly. you reach up to smooth back a stray piece of hair that’s fallen across his forehead, stifling a giggle when he twitches slightly. “i win.”

though at that very moment, with rays of silken sunlight shrouding you and your best friend in drapes of gold, you couldn’t help but feel like you’ve won more than just breakfast… but that’s something you’ll think about once you’ve gotten some sleep.

a/n: thank you so much for requesting joonie! you couldn't have picked a better character for this prompt, and i had a ton of fun writing this <3

this is the last drabble of my 100 frens celebration! thank you everyone for your patience and for reading, interacting, and following along :*)

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