Could you imagine your followers bidding to see who gets to breed you?
that sounds so hot, just forced to take a strangers cock and have his children with no say, have to post constant pregnancy updates to show my body being corrected like my mind was by finally getting pregnant 😵💫🤤
I’m an artist over 21 and none of my friends watch One Piece! I need feedback on character art as I draw them for the first time and experiment with art styles
I’m currently in Dressrosa arc of the anime and quickly catching up (and watched the live action) and need people to interact with please please please!!!
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Hal makes you wear his aviator jacket + glasses over your bikini when y’all go to the beach just so he can pull the bottoms to the side n put you in doggy later. Idk I just know him n Jaybird have a thing for putting you in their jackets when they fuck you
when i say this did something to me ????????????????????? i literally squealed… shutthefuckuppppppp might write a longer fic ab this… wait.
think abt it. for once, hal has the opportunity to bring you on one of his work trips; an air force base close to the sandy beaches of santa monica, california.
you’ve convinced him to go on a beach walk as the sun sets. the cool pacific air blows over you as hal drapes his aviator jacket over you, covering your skimpy baby pink bikini-clad form. the “H. JORDAN” sits over your heart as he adjusts the laughably oversized jacket for you before chucking your chin.
“look at you,” hal hums, clearly enjoying this, “already wearin’ my last name. looks good on ya, sweetheart.”
he’s so horned up at the sight of you wearing his things, y’all have to hurry back to the beach house, lest he bend you over in the cool sand, for any passerby to see.