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xxsugarbones · 6 months

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WORKING OUT WITH TOJI F.

-just joining your big beefy boyfriend Toji for his workout routine 💕

inspired by @starzu’s “Exercising with your boyfriend” fic found v

cw - fem!reader, plus size!reader, Toji is a real stinky boy but you love it, you sniff him (ya lil nasty), exercising (he’s doing push-ups, you sit on his back), biting, Toji folds you like a pretzel at the end, everything is recorded (consensual)

wc - 1.3k

|| an - Y’all I haven’t even watched JJK yet but I am so feral for Toji it’s not even funny. I love me a deadbeat dead man who could throw me around like a ragdoll if he so pleases 😩

Thinking about exercising with Toji.

He’s doing push-ups in the middle of the living room, all the furniture pushed off to the sides to make room for his bulky body, and a small tripod set up on the coffee table, his phone recording his workout routine so he could watch it back later and decide what he needed to improve on.

You were his good little cheerleader, sitting your plump frame on his broad back, your legs crossed and your hands resting on his shoulders.

At first you’d been hesitant to sit on his back because you were afraid you were too heavy for him, but he had assured you that it would be a good workout for him, that your “pretty little body” would be the perfect weights for him. So, like a good girl, you’d agreed so he didnt have to go dig out his actual weights. (Plus, you would have to be the one to lift them and put them on his back, and you knew very well that would not be a possibility, considering just how heavy they were.) And honestly, it shouldn’t have surprised you that he proceeded with no trouble at all.

He’s been at it for about half an hour now, occasionally taking little breaks by laying on the floor, while you shifted yourself back to straddle his thighs to give him a chance to breathe.

But it wasn’t ever too long before he got back into it, telling you to “sit your pretty ass back down on my back”.

“You got this baby! Doing so well!” You cheered on, leaning down again to rest your hands on his shoulders. His neck and shoulders were damp with sweat, his muscle tank clinging to his skin and loose strands of hair hanging in front of his eyes. He kept his sharp, green eyes focused on the ground, just trying his best to even out his breathing and keep himself in line, but it was getting very difficult with the feeling of your body weight and heat sitting atop him. But he stopped, lowering himself down flat to the ground when you tapped his shoulder three times.

“Lemme try something.” You started. You didn’t get much of a response other than a grunt from the man, who just wanted to continue his workout now that he was in the thick of it. You took that as your cue, shifting your body into a different position. Now you lay down on his back, stomach and chest against his toned muscles, and your arms wrapped around his slutty slim waist, and your nose nuzzled into his neck with a smile on your lips.

‘’m all sweaty, babe, don’t do that.” He huffed, but didn’t say much else as he once again started his push-ups, feeling you smile into his sweaty skin. This was much more comfortable for you. He grumbled out something about you being ‘gross’, which only made you laugh in response.

“But you smell good!”

“I stink.”

“I like you stinky.” Was your response, your hands sliding up underneath the hem of his tank and feeling his sweaty abs. A combined shiver ran through the both of you at the contact- your cool hands against his warm flesh, and he muffled a soft groan by sinking his teeth into his lower lip. You smiled, nose brushing along the tense muscles in his neck and just to prove your point, you tucked your head just beneath his jawline, and took a deep inhale.

“You’re real gross, princess.” He scoffed, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye as best he could but really only catching a glimpse of the top of your head. You laughed, pressing a kiss to the juncture between his neck and shoulder, and humming against the warm skin.

“Yeah but you love it.” You shot back, hands continuing to move around his body. One slid up his abs, moving further and further up his body until it hovered above his chest, the palm of your hand brushing against his nipple and making him tense again. You grinned, gently twisting and tugging at it.

“Gotta stay focused, baby, not much longer now and you’re done.” You teased, moving your lips to his neck again, your teeth ever so softly digging down into the skin, making a point to scrape your sharp canine teeth into the muscle. The groan you managed to rip from Toji was heavenly, and he could feel his already semi-hard cock twitching to life the longer your teeth were sunk into him.

“Playing a dangerous game there.” He hissed, but you paid no mind, just biting down a little harder. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, he had flipped your position. He rolled you over so your soft body hit the carpet with a soft ‘thump!’, and he quickly shifted his body above yours so he was pinning you down to the ground, one of his massive hands grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them above your head.

“Toji!” You squeaked, looking up to the taller man with widened eyes, and your thick thighs squeezing together at the sexual tension between the two of you that you were suddenly hyper aware of. Toji’s free hand grabbed onto one of your thighs, yanking it open and holding the underside as he hurled it up and over his shoulder, the heel of your foot digging into the back you had just been laying on not even minutes before.

“Nu-uh, princess, don’t act all shy now when you’ve been actin’ needy this entire fuckin’ time.” He moved his hips forward, pressing his hips against yours, finally making you aware of the little problem you’d caused him during his workout. You whimpered, rolling your hips upwards to grind against him, making Toji sneer, looking down to where your hips connected.

“How ‘bout we do a little workout together, huh?” He started, letting go of your wrists to grab onto your other thigh, hoisting it up onto his other shoulder. Your hips were up and off the ground now, and he leaned his body weight forward, pressing down into you so your thighs pressed against the swell of your stomach and chest. The angle ever so slightly constricted your breathing, but you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t make your brain fuzzy with the excitement for what was about to happen.

“You’re gon’ stretch your muscles for me, and I’m gonna fuck this pretty fuckin’ pussy.” He proposed, his hands smoothing down your thigh to push away the oversized shirt you had stolen from him (despite being a bigger girl, his shirts were still big on you, something drool-worthy), letting it roll up your body to expose your plush stomach, then making his way down to tug at your panties, pulling them flush against your pussy, and moaning at the sight of the wet patch that slowly soaked through the thin fabric. You whined, bucking your hips up towards his face.

“L-Like yoga?”

“Yeah, somethin’ like that.” Toji chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your clit through your panties. You whined again, grappling onto the carpet beneath you as he pulled the fabric aside, then used his other hand to quickly pull down his sweatpants and boxers in one swift movement.

“Just keep these gorgeous legs up for me and we won’t have a problem.”

By the time you two were finished, Toji had to safely tuck that little video of his “workout” into his ‘HIDDEN’ album in his camera roll. But if you ask him, it was a pretty damn good workout.

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #toji x chubby reader #toji smut #jjk x chubby reader #jjk imagines #chubby reader #i really need to watch jjk #💀

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impishjesters · 8 days

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Rambley x Homeless!Reader (SFW)

relationship: can be read platonically or romantically notes: the reader has no gender or pronouns used. Rambley might comes off sounding a little protective/yandere, it's entirely up to you if he's just being protective or a yandere. A/N: There's not much to work with for Rambley content but I had this little idea and it's been eating away at me so I tried to write a bit of it. I might work on the main story itself just for myself for shits and giggles.

Rambley always hates it when you leave the park. He knows you don’t have a choice, the park no longer has food and anything that had been left behind has long since molded. So he knows there’s nothing he can do about it, you’re only human after all.

It’s been forty minutes since you left, forty long minutes since Rambley saw you off at the furthest screen he could reach by the entrance. He prattled on about strangers, avoiding sketchy-looking areas, the whole spiel as if you hadn’t been surviving on your own all these years before finally taking up a home in the abandoned Indigo Park.

A whole hour and a half passed before Rambley picked up movement at the entrance, quickly flicking to life on the screen, face mushed against the screen. He saw you carrying an armful of plastic shopping bags—and most importantly you looked unharmed.

You spot Rambley awaiting you on the screen and approach him excitedly, showing the bags of your latest outing. “I scored some good stuff!”Rambley pressed his face further into the screen, his face a mix of worry and relief all in one. “You’ve been gone for one hour and thirty-two minutes!” He leaned away from the screen but kept his hands on the edges of the screen. If he could shake the monitor you know he would. “I’ve been worried sick! What if something happened to you? I-I can’t help you if that happens!”

Although it’s not uncommon for Rambley to have a little freak out every time you leave Indigo Park, this was a little more than his usual freakout. A brief look of worry washes over you as you step away and further into the park, missing Rambley’s expression as he frantically follows to a different screen as you head straight for one of the screens more at your height in the shop.

“Hey, Rambley it’s okay! I’m okay.” You set the bags on the ground and give him a little spin around, showing you were completely unharmed. “I’m sorry for taking longer than my usual hour.”

Rambley’s eyes flick around the screen as he examines you, his ears pressed flat before he determines you don’t look more messy than normal. “Okay…” His mood completely shifts, ears perk, and eyes curious. “So whatcha get?!” Surely you got good stuff if it took an extra thirty-two minutes and forty-three seconds to get.”

Turning away from him you roll your eyes and lift the bags up, setting them on the nearby counter. “The first aid kits here still have bandages but any ointments are expired, so I managed to get some antibacterial ointment and a little bottle of iodine.”

The raccoon oo’s and ah’s each item you pull out, chin resting on his little paws with fascination and curiosity.

“The lady was also really nice and gave me a discount for the toiletries.” You placed down two bottles, one of shampoo and another of conditioner, as well as two cheaply wrapped bars of soap. It’d probably feel like shit on your skin but the scent was okay and it beat staying covered in filth all the time.

Beggers can’t be choosers after all.

His nose twitched slightly when he saw the soap bars, he couldn’t smell it but he just had an inkling those little bars held a cheap perfume smell to them. Stinky.

You show him a cheap little sewing kit with some thread to fix up your old clothes, a bottle of pain meds and two cheap washcloths. Rambley eyes another bag behind you that seemed far more full than this bag had been.

“What about that bag?” He pokes the screen and you look at the bag he’s pointing at before abandoning the items in your hand with excitement.

“Ah!” The bag rips slightly as you pull it across the countertop and open it up. “The lady also gave me a really good deal for these cans, they’re all dented but otherwise completely fine.”

You hold one of the dented cans up for him to see and his face scrunched up. “Is that safe to eat still? It’s not damaged?”

“It’s not opened and that’s all I care about.” You shrug your shoulder and start taking the cans out of the bag, rattling off the various canned goodies.

Rambley’s face shifts through each food you list off, some with curiosity and some with disgust. Thank god he can’t eat, some of those sound awful! When you’re finished showing him the cans he exhales and watches you from his usual position on screen.

“Well, I’m glad you got a lucky haul!” He shrinks a little on-screen and fidgets with his hands. “So… this means you won’t have to leave the park for a few days at least, yeah?”

After you finish checking over that you weren’t missing anything you hum in thought. “I should be good for a little bit yeah, I still have the rest of my stuff.” You glance over at the pile of things Rambley kept safe for you when you were gone, making sure it was still there.

Of course, it was, nobody but you had been dumb enough to break into the park and wander around. In hindsight you’re very grateful that you did, it led you to Rambley, which led to having a consistent place to sleep, a home.

“Oh goodie!” Rambley danced on the screen before flicking to one of the much larger screens. “How about you put that all away and tell me about all the things you saw? Don’t leave any details out!”You tuck your new belongings with your old ones and make yourself comfortable at the counter, not sparing a detail as you recount your trip into the city.

#indigo park #indigo park rambley #indigo park x reader #rambley the raccoon #rambley x reader

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jenscx · 5 months

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ATTENTION 36 — a question (half-written)

you giggle at the comment, it had been at least an hour since minji tweeted out your photo but the tweet had already received over five hundred thousand likes. the adoration your fans had for ‘ynji’ was severely underestimated.

“unnie,” you turn around, smiling widely as minji gestured for you to come closer to her. the younger girl was just so cute.

“yes, jinnie?” you shift closer to her on balcony. true to her words, minji had brought you out on an amazing date; flowers in hand when you first met, renting out a whole restaurant to avoid curious gazes and finally…

“do you like it?” minji had asked, eyes glistening with hope as she brought you to a penthouse in a five star hotel near your dorm.

even if there was a stunning view of city lights that you could admire, you wouldn’t mind just staring at minji.

“i love it,” you answer truthfully, “thank you for doing all of this.” the view was breathtaking, minji, the literal girl of your dreams standing against a backdrop of the city’s stunning silhouette. the balcony was beautifully decorated, and so was the bed, you had noted. you truly wonder if minji had specially requested a heart formation of rose petals to be laid out on the king-sized bed…

you wouldn’t put it past the adorably cheesy girl. minji continued to admire the view, and you, continued to admire minji.

“minji,” you open your arms, waiting for an embrace, “come ‘ere.”

the younger girl’s eyes light up even more, you swear you were able to see the whole universe in her eyes. minji ran into your arms in a flurry, sighing contentedly when wrapping her arms around your waist.

“it’s nice being here with just you,” minji says, “i don’t need to fend hyein off from you or be teased by my members.”

you nod in agreement. even though hyein was adorable, you could understand minji’s need for time alone without her members. you felt that way too; even if you loved them to death.

“do you wanna go wash up?” you ask after a few seconds of hugging. minji shakes her head. rolling your eyes, you retract your arms and playfully blow air into minji’s ears before running off to the bathroom.

maybe dives were right when they called you childish. not that you could be anymore childish than yujin.

“unnie!” minji cries out, chasing after you.

giggles erupt as minji tries to run after you around the hotel room, with you ultimately ending up out of breath and conceding when minji threatens to tickle you. as you recollect your breath, you realise that minji is standing awfully close.

before you make any rash decisions, you stumble to the bathroom, closing the door behind you and trying to calm your throbbing heart and red face with the cold shower water. after spending around half an hour just trying to forget how delicious minji looked, you walk out in one of the hotel’s robes. the younger girl perks up when you exit the bathroom.

“go shower, you stinky,” you tease as you flop onto the bed, sighing in delight. it was so comfortable; freshly showered, skincare done, everything taken care of… minji’s face scrunches up in fake annoyance as she walks to the bathroom.

you close your eyes for a short while, finally resting. minji doesn’t take long to shower, it only felt like seconds when she sits on the space next to you. using your palms, you lift yourself up, gazing at minji.

her hair tousled and wet, mouth parting and a water droplet dripping down from her neck to her collarbone…

it makes your mind run wide with imagination. you quickly turn your head away, if you didn’t, you might do something you’d regret. minji, however, doesn’t shy away and instead pulls you even closer to her, if that was possible.

“unnie,” she breathes, “can i ask you a question?”

“of course, jinnie.”

her eyelashes batter, lips pouting and cheeks flushed red. it was such a difficult choice— either staring at her hooded eyes or her mouth parting. you decide to focus on the latter. it’s strange that you have to look up at her slightly, with you being older, it was the first time you felt like you were weak.

“can i be your girlfriend?”

yes. a hundred times yes. you wanted to answer.

to be frank, you weren’t too shocked by her sudden confession. kim minji wore her heart on her sleeve, you always managed to know what she was feeling. and with the way your relationship was progressing now, it wasn’t crazy for her to ask.

“kim minji,” you gently trail your hand from her arm to behind her neck, pulling her ever so slightly close, leaving no room for her to look anywhere else but your face, “you can only be mine if i’m yours.”

the earth is big, and the universe is bigger. but nothing can compete with the adoration that you have for minji.

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turtletaubwrites · 16 days

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Numbers Game ~ Part 19

Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader x Shanks

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 3885

Ao3 Link

Summary: You reveal your secret.

Author's Note: Thank you soo much for all of the support and encouragement, especially with the last chapter! I hope you enjoy this one! 😭💜🙏🏼 (BIG DRAMA & EMOTIONS WARNING)

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!!! SPOILER WARNING !!! Fic contains spoilers for the end of the Wano arc

Rating/Warnings: Author May Choose to Exclude some Warnings to Avoid Spoilers for Certain Chapters, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Use of Y/N, Dark Content, Blood & Violence, Swearing, Alcohol, Cigars, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Drama, Jealousy, Manipulation, Humiliation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Size Difference, Daddy Kink, Vaginal Fingering, PIV Sex, Hair-Pulling, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Shameless Shameless Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

“Can I have a drink?”

Four powerful pirates blinked at you.

It was strange to be on this side of the coffee table. Buggy sat in your spot on the couch between the other leaders of the Guild, while Shanks had pulled up a chair beside Crocodile.

Your green, velvet chair felt like an examination table. Like you were under a microscope, about to get chopped into tiny pieces to be studied.

Buggy had clung to you all morning, barely going a moment without touching you during breakfast. You were grateful he hadn’t tried to feed you any fruit. That thought sent your eyes flicking toward the red haired pirate, more bile climbing up your throat. Buggy’s floating hand rested on yours while they all stared, but you couldn’t get yourself to hold onto it.

“What would you like to–”

“I’ll get it,” you jumped up, cutting Mihawk off, and leaving Buggy’s hand to float alone when you pushed it away to stand. The little bar felt like miles away, and you grabbed the first thing you could see. Crocodile’s stinky scotch in its pretty crystal bottle. You poured a heaping glass, vaguely hearing a reaction from the couch before you chugged the burning liquor.

“What the fuck, baby?”

“Y/N, stop!”

“Don’t— rabbit!”

The three of them surrounded you, snagging the bottle and empty glass from your hands too late while you coughed from that toxic, liquid fire. Crocodile got to you first, kneeling out from the sand at your feet to grab your flushed face, wiping away the stinging tears that you knew wouldn’t be the last.

“Sweetheart, why–”

“Sweetheart,” you choked out, the sound a mix between a laugh and a sob. “Gods, I’m sorry, I– fuck.”

The looks on their faces made you want to scream. You rubbed your eyes with the meat of your palms, trying to be less fucking pathetic.

“Drink, love,” Mihawk soothed, holding a glass of water to your lips.

“We’re right here, star,” Buggy whispered as he pressed a light kiss to your shoulder. “I’ve got you.”

“It’s okay,” Crocodile promised, leaning his forehead against yours. “You’re our Numbers Girl, no matter what. Alright?”

Your body slumped, nodding as you let them guide you back under that microscope. Shanks was staring at you, but nothing meant anything anymore, so you didn’t bother to study his face.

They let you sit there. Time was empty. It could have been minutes or years before you finally mustered up the energy to ruin everything.

“I’m fucking stupid,” you announced with a sharp laugh, feeling insane.

Maybe I am. Maybe he did put me away.

“Don’t talk like tha–”

“What do you mean, sweet girl?”

“You.”

Growling at your scarred lover, confessions, and a suicidal accusation flowed through your body, spilling out through your eyes and lips.

“You were going to kill us if I wasn’t useful. I could have been free, but I… I called those people for you.”

Crocodile’s face was as cold and unmoving as stone, a cliff you could leap off of.

If only you could have stopped. No one said a word, but the energy was already rolling through you, destroying everything, your throat still raw from that fucking scotch.

“I was an idiot. I was fucking kidding myself thinking I could wait, thinking I could have a few more days.” Your manic laughter turned to pain, a sob hitting your last words.

Glancing up at the couch, you saw your three men clenching their jaws. Crocodile’s arm was wrapped around Buggy, that large hand digging into Mihawk’s shoulder, while Mihawk had grabbed Buggy’s floating hand, gripping it in his own lap before it could fly to you.

“There’s no way I could hide it. Someone at the party will say it…”

“Say what,” Buggy rasped after a long moment.

Your eyes poured over your men one more time before it was over.

“My name.”

Everyone paused, and you remembered Shanks was there. His face was a mask, unreadable, and you were grateful for another reason to ignore it.

“Are you saying that your name is a lie,” Crocodile asked in a dangerous purr.

“No. None of you ever asked what my last name was,” you pointed out, then laughed as you looked between them. “I guess pirates don’t really care about last names.”

The laughter died in your throat, tears streaming now in your moment of defeat.

“What’s your name,” Mihawk asked, his voice more gentle than you’d ever heard.

It’s over.

“Y/N Sylvad.”

…

“Like the wood company?”

You clamped your hands over your mouth, the shock of laughter that burst through you at Buggy’s confused face, his cute question, almost had you believing it would be alright.

But the other men in the room shifted. Crocodile pulled his arm away from the other two to rest his elbows on his knees, leaning toward you while he answered his clown.

“Not a company. A fucking empire. Sylvad’s Lumber and Shipping. Is that what you’re telling us right now?”

“Yes,” you breathed, already watching their eyes change. Already watching them forget who you were.

“Keep going,” he ordered, his words cold, ice building up around you.

“It’s not mine,” you begged them to believe you. “Dad died and…”

You couldn’t. You didn’t know where to start, or if it even mattered now.

“Arbo Sylvad was your dad,” Shanks murmured, sitting up a little straighter while he studied you.

“You’re Sylvad’s heiress.”

“No, I'm not,” you snapped at Mihawk, not caring when his golden eyes flared at you. “Uncle Cedrick got everything. Dad always said it would go to… I was fifteen when he…”

Crocodile’s silver eyes were like molten metal, and you choked on your grief as you watched him stand. He walked to that giant desk of his, and when he returned to drop your thick notebook in your lap, you flinched, bracing for pain.

“Unreliable,” he growled, tapping the notebook with his hook as he brought his eyes down to yours, his frightening face so close.

“Everything I said was true,” you pleaded, mind blanking out with fear while Mihawk came to touch Crocodile’s shoulder. He didn’t budge, and though your mouth went dry, you forced yourself to explain. “Those people are unreliable! They'd talk to people that could cause problems for the Guild. People with connections to the Marine’s.”

“Like your Uncle?”

“What do you mean, boss,” Buggy tried to redirect, his hand on the hook that was digging into the back of the chair, his body leaning against the larger man’s shoulder. “They just sell trees and stuff, right?”

“Every single Marine ship on the fucking water right now was built with Sylvad wood,” Crocodile fumed, Mihawk’s hand stroking along his arm as you shrank beneath those silver eyes. “Hells, almost every ship that sails out of Water 7 is built with that lumber.”

“I don’t get it,” Shanks complained from his chair, though you couldn’t see him past the angry man in front of you. “If you’re the heiress of Sylvad’s, why were you working? You were an accountant or something, right?”

“Investment banker,” Buggy bragged, and you almost smiled that he remembered. “My girl’s a fancy financial advisor.”

“Let’s give our girl some breathing room, Crocodile. We don’t know everything yet.”

You only heard Mihawk’s whispered words because Crocodile was a hair's breadth away. He brought his thumb to rub along one of your cheeks, and the back of his hook to smooth along the other.

“Tell daddy everything, alright, sweetheart?”

Your eyes fluttered shut until he pressed into your cheeks, slow tears falling from your eyes when you nodded for him.

“Yes, daddy.”

The warm kiss he pressed to your temple made you want to disappear. Nothing. Nothing ever again.

You were barely there as the words fell from your lips. Eyes unfocused, hanging loosely around the little table by Mihawk’s seat. You smiled to yourself when you realized it looked strange without a glass of wine on it.

“Dad died on a business trip. Freak storm. Left everything to Uncle Cedrick. Kat and I got our trust funds for school. Mom got nothing.”

“I think we’ll need more than that, little rabbit,” Mihawk cautioned as he glanced over at Crocodile's stern face.

“Can I have a drink fir–”

“No,” said the three men on the couch.

Holding your head in your hands for a bit, you tried to figure out how to say the least amount of painful words to get them to leave you alone.

“Uncle took us in. He was such a caring person, taking in his brother’s poor daughters, his lonely wife,” you spat, venom dripping from your lips. “I didn’t want to belong to him. My trust fund paid for the best education out there, but all my friends stopped… When they knew I had nothing to give them, they treated me like shit. I kept doing what I'm good at, and I got the fuck out. Went to go live that stupid, boring life.”

Growling with the frustration of spilling this pathetic, entitled trash, you stood to pace behind your chair, waving your notebook around as if you could make it burst into flames with your will alone.

“I am fucking amazing at my job, but most of these people just looove the thought of the poor little heiress helping them get richer. Most of them can’t wait to put me in their little collection. Add me to their fucking shelf. Just gotta ask Uncle how much his little niece– FUCK!”

The notebook went flying, skidding across the floor while you shoved the heavy chair over, yelling, raging, kicking that stupid green chair until your shoes fell off, your toes fucking hurt, until your clown stopped you.

“Baby, please,” he soothed, his upper body floating to keep your struggling form from reaching anything on the ground to hit. “It’s okay, star, I’m right here. Fuck those assholes, right? Who needs ‘em!”

Part of you felt guilty for not laughing at his sweet attempt, but the rest of you needed to fight or flee.

Flee from these powerful men that were already using you to make money.

“Put me down!”

Buggy’s whispered, “star,” hurt like hell. You held yourself still when he set you down gently, back in your spot as you faced the couch again, although your chair was kicked off to the side.

“Wanna know how high to set the ransom,” you challenged, your clenched fists shaking at your sides. You couldn’t think clearly enough to read their darkened eyes, even Buggy’s as he took his place between them. “Just so you know, Uncle doesn’t like me that much. He’d probably be happier if you killed me. Or you could buy me, that’d make him extra hap–”

Sand.

Sand flooded the space around you. It lifted you off the ground, and your breath caught as the coffee table got thrown to the side. You met those silver eyes just before you were in his arms, your legs stretched across the laps of the other men on the couch.

“What…” you wondered, mind in a daze.

“You thought I’d sell my sweet girl,” Crocodile hummed, kissing the top off your head.

“You told me you would,” you reminded, your body and mind feeling distant, separate from whatever this strange world had become. “How much am I worth? Just keep being valuable, useful? You were already gonna sell me or kill me before you knew what a goldmine I was.”

The icy anger that laced your words made every hand on you go still. Crocodile froze as he started to rock you, and your body couldn’t choose between guilt at hurting them, or anger and fear at what they would do.

“I think I’m drunk,” you whispered, wanting them to let you go, and wishing that they never would.

“No shit,” Buggy laughed, “I’m surprised you’re alive after that.”

His hands started massaging your legs on his lap, rubbing up and down nervously while you closed your eyes.

“Can I go lie down?”

“I’ll take you, star.”

Crocodile and Mihawk’s hands dragged along your skin as Buggy lifted you into the air, but neither stopped him from taking you. Neither stopped him from floating you away.

Neither called you pretty names as you left the room.

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

“I’ve got you,” Buggy promised.

Getting her onto that giant bed felt like a race. Something was right behind him. Something would stop him.

Something would take her away again.

Finally there, he wrapped his arms around her, leaning against the headboard while her scotch scented breath warmed his chest.

“Your breath stinks, baby.”

Maybe it was a laugh, but that choked sound made his chest tight, like a huge hand was crushing his ribcage.

I can’t do anything. Fucking useless. Can’t help her.

“Buggy…”

“Shh, I’m right here, star,” he promised. The sound of his name on those quivering lips sent fire, rage, and guilt straight through him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He could never leave her. He could never leave her with them after this. Even if they…

Buggy kissed her temple, trying to be soothing while he waited for them to crash through the door.

Waited for them to take her from him.

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

~~~

~~~🐊🗡️🐊🗡️~~~

Not a sound.

Not a sound filled the air as the men in the lounge sat with the news that their little lover was the heiress of Sylvad’s.

Not a sound from the two men on the couch as her accusations weighed on them, as though she hadn’t left their laps with those angry, frightened tears in her eyes.

“That sure is something,” Shanks whistled softly. He stood to pick up Y/N’s chair, sitting across from them. “What are you gonna do with—“

“Find somewhere else to be,” Crocodile fumed, his body vibrating with the need to hurt something.

Shanks nodded, giving a crooked smile, before leaving them alone. Mihawk stared after his old friend, images of comfort he couldn’t provide burning behind his eyes.

He’s going to take them both.

Serves us right.

Crocodile’s angry huff pulled Mihawk out of those thoughts, watching the man stomp toward the bar. The coffee table his sand had moved laid in his path, until it splintered and scattered from the touch of his vicious foot in that lovely shoe.

The swordsman floated after him, still in a daze while the larger man imitated their girl, chugging a glass of scotch.

Mihawk stared, but didn’t speak, didn’t touch.

Crocodile set the glass down before he shattered another one.

“She lied—“

“Can you blame her,” Mihawk laughed coldly while the other man paced. Silver eyes shot like daggers, but Mihawk couldn’t seem to care about anything at the moment. “She told the truth, just not all—“

“She didn’t trust me.”

He sat again, staring at the floor after those stupid words had left him.

“I don’t…” Mihawk started, pushing himself to move, pushing himself to try. He sat down, and touched a hand to Crocodile’s shoulder, leaving it there after his scarred lover flinched. “We haven’t given her much reason to, have we?”

Not a sound after that.

~~~🐊🗡️🐊🗡️~~~

~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

“Y/N! You can’t just leave,” Kat reasoned, pulling the clothes out of your hands before you could stuff them into your suitcase. “What about mom? What about the company?”

“Mom made her choices,” you growled, pulling the clothes back from your sister’s shaky hands. “And I don’t care about the fucking company. It’s not mine.”

“Not if—“

“It’s not mine. I’m sick of this fucking life. I’m getting out.”

“... What about me?”

That stopped you. But only for a moment.

“I’m sure he’d let you come if—“

“Are you fucking kidding me right now,” she shouted, pushing you toward your messy suitcases. “He’s a pirate! If he doesn’t hurt you before, what do you think he’ll do when he finds out who you are?”

“I don’t care,” you fumed as you stared your little sister down. “I'm bored of this stupid life.”

Kat’s mouth hung open, the hurt and pain in her eyes making you want to take it all back, to beg for forgiveness.

But you couldn’t. You couldn’t waste this chance to be free.

“You really have a death wish, you know that? That clown is going to get you killed,” Kat breathed, her voice growing colder as she turned to leave. She didn’t look back when she said her goodbye, just waved her hand over her shoulder. “I’ll look out for the ransom note.”

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

Sleep?

Sleep.

Burning sleep, and stormy seas.

Dad’s voice calling for you.

You could never find him before the ship went under, before all that Sylvad wood splintered beneath the raging waves.

~~~🤡🔴🤡🔴~~~

“Buzz off, idiot,” Buggy ordered in a harsh whisper, Shanks’ smiling face peeking through the cracked door. Buggy had left his body on the bed to hold Y/N as she whimpered, nightmares ruining her scotch and stress induced nap.

His head floated by the door, frowning at his old friend.

“It’ll just be a second, Bugs, I swear.”

Shanks’ smile stretched even wider when Buggy agreed, floating his head out into the corridor.

“This better be good, asshat.”

Shanks felt it. This was it. He could have them both.

He needed them both.

“Let’s take her with us, Bugs.”

Buggy’s look of shock was exaggerated by those red lips of his, and Shanks had to hold himself back from kissing them.

“But she… but it’s dangerous…”

Buggy wasn’t sure he’d actually heard those words, or if he’d fallen asleep, dreaming beside his star. Too many emotions rushed through him, but all he could think about was her.

“Would you rather leave her here with them,” Shanks rasped, his eyes doing that heavy thing they do, although there wasn’t much of Buggy’s body to drag them down. “We can protect her. You and me, Bugs.”

The clown had to fight his body to stay still as he held her in the other room. The need to move, to fidget, to pace, made him dizzy.

“What if she doesn’t wanna go,” Buggy wondered. Images of Y/N smiling, laughing, screaming, flew through his mind, each one making him doubt that he could ever make her as happy as she’d seemed once things had started to settle here.

“I already asked her. I know she’ll say yes. She wants you to be happy, Bugs. Just like I do,” Shanks confessed, brushing a bit of blue hair out of Buggy’s face. He rubbed his thumb across those red, parted lips.

So close to everything.

“When did—“

“Buggy?”

Shanks watched his clown fly away from him, hopeful that it’d be the last time.

Buggy flew away from his old friend, every confusing thought going blank besides the need to comfort that soft, scared voice.

“Right here, got you, baby.”

~~~🤡🔴🤡🔴~~~

“Buggy,” you whimpered as new tears fell.

“Shh, you’re okay. Everything’s okay.”

Painted lips covered your face, kissing your tears away until you shivered, his soothing hum blocking out everything else.

His touch kept it all at bay.

Every split second of memory was grief, so you curled against him, running your hand along his side. Your body writhed, whining for him as he stroked your hair and back, then pulled away.

“Hey, star, it’s o—“

“Please, touch me, Buggy,” you begged as you reached for him. “I need you so much, I need you…”

Pathetic grief poured back in at the memory of what you’d witnessed last night, but you couldn’t fight your need for him.

“Please, touch me.”

“Just tell me if it’s alright, okay, star," he breathed after pausing to study your face, tracing his fingers along your cheeks.

“Please,” you gasped, his lips on your neck were saving your life. Saving you from your mind.

A touch against Mihawk’s tender bite mark brought the world back, but then Buggy was tearing you both out of your clothes, kissing down your arms, your chest, your stomach. Kissing every inch of your skin until you were crying with need instead of pain.

Begging, begging for more.

“Don’t worry, I’m here. I’ll take care of you, star.”

“Bug—“

Breathy, desperate moans left your throat as his fingers plunged deep inside you, and he swallowed the rest of your sounds in a wild kiss. His tongue was eating, tasting, and you almost laughed into his mouth at the memory of scotch, until his free hand found your clit.

The fingers inside you were perfect, knowing exactly what you needed. Finding that spot, giving you steady touches that built in pressure and speed until you were clenching around his fingers, body shaking with pleasure and gratitude.

“So beautiful,” Buggy praised, his voice full of a quiet awe as he smiled down at you. “You okay, baby?”

“Fuck me, Buggy,” you pleaded as your weak arms failed to pull him closer. “I need you inside me. Need to feel you.”

His eyes were wide, concerned, but he smiled when he kissed you.

Smiled when he gave you everything you needed.

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

How?

How can she be real?

How can she want me this much?

Want me after everything…

Buggy pushed those thoughts aside as he smoothed his ungloved hands down her body.

Hands that he felt safe letting her touch. Just like his bare face that he could let her see.

He let out his own soft, needy noise as he watched her writhe and squirm, begging for him to touch her.

“Fuck,” he hissed, just the touch of her perfect, dripping pussy against his sensitive tip was too much. Too much as he lined himself up.

“Look at me, Buggy,” Y/N cried out, her watery eyes swallowing him whole, just as he sank his cock deeper and deeper. He couldn’t hold in his moans at the pure fucking bliss that she held inside her, that she let him feel.

“Look at me, please.”

Buggy kept his eyes on hers, her request setting off alarm bells in his mind that he had to shut down, throw out.

She wants to look at me like this. She wants to see my face. There’s only one per—

“Buggy! I’m close, please,” she panicked, reaching up into his hair, pulling gently as her breathing went ragged. “Need to feel you, want you so bad.”

“I want you too, star, I’m right— oh gods, baby. Fuck, you feel soo good…”

Y/N screamed his name.

His name.

Over and over while he shoved his cock as far as he could go, claiming that sweet, warm pleasure she let him take.

Y/N pulled him in, her body made to take his come, made to milk him, to drain him, to let him fuck it back into her while she babbled, while her eyes crossed, while that cute little tongue hung out of her perfect lips.

All for him.

Still sunk deep inside her, Buggy soothed and calmed her frantic noises, kissing her temple.

“I love you so much. My shining star.”

What a feeling to say those words. What a feeling to mean them. To have someone to say them to.

“I love you, Buggy. I love you so much.”

What a feeling.

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

Likes, comments, and reblogs bring me much ✨dopamine✨ thank you!!

a/n: I've been so nervous to add anything new to this world. I hope you don't mind some back story. And some Buggy time 😭😭😭

Part 20

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shade-e-e-es · 9 months

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Hours later, Doc is still fuming as he thinks of all the ways he should give it to that stinky mutt. To cool off he decides to go on a walk.

He quickly finds out it does not help. As is his nature as a creeper, he walks silently, ears perked for any sign of sound.

He picks up his pace as he hears the dull thud of someone chopping a tree. It’s either Etho or Beef making a project in the middle of the night.

Or it’s an intruder.

He’s hoping it’s an intruder because then he can attack something, as messed up as that sounds.

And oh the joy he feels (and fury) when he sees the red shirt and brown tail of Ren Dog.

The bushes rustle as Doc moves to step out. He only pauses for a second as Rens ears perk and he starts to growl, his swing stopping as he adjusts his hold on the axe. A battle stance.

Fine. A fight.

… maybe he should try and. Talk a little before he blows this guy up.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, MAN?” Doc hisses.

He expects Ren to rush him. To growl and attack even if it’s just with words. It’s how he acts during the day, after all.

He did not expect the smile, the tail wagging, and the excitement.

“Doc! My dude!! Jeez man you scared me!! I thought you were a freakin skeleton or something!! Sorry, didn’t mean to growl at you like that!!”

Doc stares blankly. What. Why is he.. so excited. And before he can even open his mouth to hiss out something about taxes or his tree, Ren continues.

“I’m really genuinely sorry about the tree. I’d have come and asked if I knew you were awake. I can never tell what your guys’s sleep schedules are! Besides Bdubs. Always know when he’s passed out!!”

“Seriously like that dude will pass out the moment the sun goes over the hills even if we’re trying to talk to him! It’s a bit funny though so it’s fine on our end. Guys gotta sleep! Oh- right. I can pay you back and stuff for the tree. I tried to pick a smaller one far away from your projects so I don’t mess any landscapes up. I’m also going to replant the sapling and all that!!” Ren shifts from foot to foot, a smile on his face, a wag in his tail. His eyes almost sparkle as he stares at Doc.

And it.

This doesn’t make sense to Doc. Why does.. Ren doesn’t act like this! He’s! Quiet. He’s grumpy. He acts like he hates every single member of the nHo and yet here he is raving about Bdubs in a joking way to Doc of all people.

“What.” Doc says.

“Oh. Uh.” Ren chuckles a little. “Sorry. I am. Nervous, NOT ABOUT YOU!! I just don’t want to be away from Iskall for too long. See I’m here to get wood to make a fire over in our camp. Iskall has a fever and we both agreed that staying at the resistance base would be better than going to our houses. Too much movement. But I.. suck at taking care of sick people. So I’m doing what I know best! Chopping trees, making fire, cooking soup!! (If you happen to have any notes on making soup please let me know. I lied about knowing best on it.)” Ren leans in, whispering the last bit.

He’s so animated. He can’t stand still. Doc is.. flabbergasted!!

It doesn’t compute. It just.

“Why are you. Being. Nice???”

“Wha?”

PT 1 | PT 3

#docm77 #rendog #renthedog #docm77 fanart #rendog fanart #nho #hc nho #hermitcraft season 5 #congrats on your free art!! xd #hermitcraft #hc doc #hc rendog #hc ren #Ren #doc

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breeloveschris · 4 months

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You’ll Never Understand pt 4

Pt 3 Pt 5

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Reader

summary: Y/n always been best friends with the triplets.. until one random day in sophomore year Chris despised Y/n, and till this day Y/n still don’t know why. Nick and Matt will never understand why Y/n has never stopped being sweet and caring to Chris as if nothing ever happened.

Warnings: cussing, gets kinda spicy 😏

Y/n wakes up with a little headache, from all the crying that occurred the night prior. She turns over seeing Nick on his computer editing a video. “Hey what time is it?” She asks leaning up on her arms behind her. “Oh my fuck. You scared the shit out of me” Nick says placing his hand on his chest. She laughs loudly throwing her head back resulting in her falling off the bed, causing her and Nick to laugh harder.

She gets off the floor and walks over to Nick looking over his shoulder. She looks at the time and gasps seeing that it’s only 2 pm. “What? You shocked you’re up this early?” Nick laughs. “Yes??? We didn’t go to sleep until like 7 this morning!” she stated with a laugh.

“Do you know who came in the room and cleaned the bed? I don’t even remember getting a blanket.” Nick asks curiously. Y/n swallowed hard remembering the feeling of Chris’s lips on her head, “yea Chris did. He woke me up when he put the blanket over us” Y/n said with a giggle and blush goes straight to her face.

Chris walks in without knocking. “The fuck you blushing for?” He asks with a smirk pointing at Y/n. “That’s funny, cause I was about to ask the same” lookin g between the two suspiciously. “Why are you looking at me Nick.” Chris asks with an eyebrow raised making Y/n shift her weight to her left leg with a sigh. “Well Y/n was just telling me how you put a blanket on us this morning and she started blushing after she told me..” Nick states squinting his eyes at Chris. Y/n just slowly starts to back away into the bathroom but doesn’t make it very far.

“Y/n/n!! Pause. Get back here” Nick says still looking at Chris who’s now had his arms crossed over his chest leaning against the wall. Y/n sighs and cringes at her failed attempt of escaping while walking back over “I don’t know why I blushed it just kinda happened so can we end this conversation” Y/n groans.

“No cause I feel like y’all shared a little kissy” Nick says making a kissy face towards Y/n. Making her eyes go wide shaking her head. “Gross Nick. I barely tolerate her, why would I kiss her?” Chris states with a laugh making Y/n’s face drop. Mean Chris is once again back.

Chris noticed her face drop. He didn’t say anything or even act if he saw it. But truly he felt bad. So bad. But he couldn’t say or do anything about it with Nick right here. “That was rude Chris” Nick says with an eye roll. Chris just shrugs and walks out of the room. “The fuck did he even come in here for.” Y/n asks with a groan, “girl I don’t know” Nick says laughing. “Well I’m gonna let you continue on editing I’m gonna get ready.. remember you and the boys are coming over for my stream” she says pointing at Nick with her eyebrows raised.

“Oh! Actually we have a meeting today, so two of us won’t be able to make it..” Nick says apologetically. “Uhm that’s okay! You’re still coming, right?” Y/n asks with a smile. Nick shrugs “i don’t know Y/n/n, I haven’t asked Matt or Chris about it yet” Nick says looking back at the computer. “We can ask them after you brush your stinky teeth” he says holding his nose. “Hey!!” Y/n says while smacking his shoulder. Y/n brushes her teeth and meets Nick down stairs in the living room.

Matt, Chris, and Nick are already in the living room. “So do we have an idea on what’s gonna happen?” Y/n asks plopping down next to Nick. Matt nods his head slowly “yeah but you’re not gonna like it at all” Matt says avoiding eye contact. Y/n’s face immediately drops and looks at Chris who’s already looking at her with an obvious annoyed expression.

“Why?” Is all Y/n said. “Well I have to be there because of space camp and Matt is the only driver due to you not having your car” Nick says sadly. “So what.. Matt’s gonna drop Chris and I off at my apartment?” Y/n asks now sitting up looking at Nick. “Yeah, I’m sorry but it’s the best we can do” Matt answers for Nick instead.

She just nods pulling out her phone. “Y/n.. you okay?” Matt asks. “No I’m good, just bummed all of you couldn’t make it” she says with a frown. Nick pulls her in a hug “we can do it another time with all four of us!!” He says with a smile, Y/n returns the smile. “Alright Matt, Chris we need to get ready” Nick says getting up. They all go and get ready leaving Y/n sitting on the couch scrolling through instagram.

“Alright let’s go wait in the car, I’m bored and wanna play music.” Chris says coming up the stairs from his room. Y/n just gives him a side eye scoffing looking back to her phone. She ignores him. “Y/n? Did you hear me?” Chris says getting in front of her. Y/n nods still looking on her phone. Chris groans and rips her phone out of her hands.

“Hey! What the fuck Chris, give me my phone” Y/n says getting in front of Chris. Chris just smirks putting her phone in his back pocket. “Maybe, if you stop ignoring me for no reason.” She looks up at him and sighs. “You’re gonna give me whiplash.” She says walking away from him, to the stairs. “You coming dummy?” She sighs.

Y/n was in the back while Chris was in the passenger seat. Like always. Y/n still didn’t have her phone. “Chris” Y/n says shaking his shoulder. “Yea?” He said turning to look at her. He’s holding strong eye contact with Y/n making her nervous. “Can I have my phone” in a slight mumble too scared to speak up. Chris’s eyes travel down to her lips. “Yeah sure” he said reaching in his pocket handing her phone back. Y/n grabs it and slumps in her seat with a soft “thanks”.

Matt and Nick get to the car not too long after. “We were looking all over the place for y’all. You could’ve told us you were coming out here.” Matt said with a huff pulling out of the drive way. “I just wanted to listen to music and Y/n looked bored on the couch.” Chris says while rolling his eyes. “I was just fine thank you.” Y/n said looking out the window. Chris just groans before letting out a short and quiet “yeah, okay.” while turning up the music. They make it to Y/n’s apartment in 20 minutes due to traffic.

Y/n and Chris get out of the car quickly so Matt and Nick can go to their meeting. Matt rolls down the window to say bye to Y/n. She says bye and mumbles out a quick “wish me luck” while looking at Matt with wide eyes making the boy in the driver seat laugh. Y/n slowly walks over to Chris and they start their way up to her apartment.

As Chris and Y/n walk up the stairs, they’re quiet. Too quiet for Y/n’s liking. “You ready for a bunch of questions???” Y/n asks with a small smile. Chris just nods with a smirk. “Got juicy questions? Or is it all boring questions” Chris asks with a sass. “I always do.” Y/n said unlocking her apartment. “You can just sit in here while I do my make up and get ready.” She says pointing to the living room. “Nah I’m gonna chill in your room.” She just nods walking to her bedroom, Chris hot on her heels.

Chris is laying on Y/n’s bed, while shes doing her makeup at her vanity. She’s almost done only needing to do eyeliner and setting spray. As she’s working on her eyeliner, Chris is just watching her. He can’t help himself. He watches her for a while. Unable to take his eyes off her for whatever reason.

He gets bored of just laying there so he gets up with a smirk and an idea. He walks over to the vanity right behind Y/n putting his hands on her shoulders, making her look up in her mirror. They make strong eye contact through the mirror.

“Chris?” Y/n mumbles still holding eye contact. “Yes?” He says in a raspy voice due to not using it. “What are you doing” she whispered quietly. Chris doesn’t say anything and slides his arms around her neck kissing her cheek down to her neck sending a shock through Y/n.

Y/n leans her head back onto Chris’s shoulder with a very quiet moan, making Chris smirk against her skin. Chris starts sucking and biting her skin down the side of her neck. Y/n lets out a small whimper. “We shouldn’t be doing this..” Y/n says a low whisper.

Before Chris comes up from her neck he softly soothes her skin with his tongue. “Do you want me to stop?” Chris whispers in her ear, while placing sweet kisses to the back of her ear. “No not really” Y/n says a bit louder. Chris just lets out a soft laugh and stands up straight kissing the top of her head before walking out into the living room.

Y/n lets out a groan seeing the marks he left. 2 light hickeys and 1 dark one. She try’s to cover them up but only manages to cover the 2 lighter ones. She lets out a frustrated sigh going to her closet to find an outfit that could hide it. She finds her pink fresh love hoodie. Taking off her crewneck she puts the hoodie on and walks over to her dresser to grab her black cargo pants.

She walks out of her room dressed and goes into the living room seeing Chris sitting on the couch man spreading and on his phone. She clears her throat “Chris are you dumb? You left 3 marks on my neck” she says crossing her arms over her chest. He laughs and shakes his head. “your fine ma, you can’t really see it plus it’s hot on you” he states looking at her.

“Yeah? And what happens when the fans see it? Or what happens when your brothers see it?” She says sitting next to him with a sigh putting her legs on his lap. “The fans won’t see it you got a hoodie on.” Chris starts but continues. “And for my brothers.. just tell em you hooked up with someone or something” Chris says with a shrug. “Okay whatever I’m gonna set up the stream.” She says walking back to her room.

So.. what do we think? Do we like nice Chris??

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#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #christopher owen sturniolo #sturniolo #nate doe #nathan doe #sweet chris #kinda spicy #I don’t know if I like this

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sky-kiss · 7 months

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Hello my friend!! My stinky cheese!

Do you think Raphael would bond at all with a Tav who also hates their father (cough cough kinda like Durge cough cough)?

If so, could I request a prompt where Raph reacts to Tav (female) just getting really angry/upset about that familial void that he can so relate to.

I know this isn't gonna be easy, but I wish you luck wrangling the beast 🫡

A/N: I opted for mother vs. father. Since you vetoed me from using Durge, it’s a Tav. A Lolth-Sworn Drow. This….is not quite the prompt. I’m sorry, love.

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In nearly two thousand years of living, Raphael has welcomed all sorts of souls to his door. Spurned lovers, vengeful rulers, petulant children; he is all things to all people, as any devil worth their salt could attest. And for all those souls and all those years, he can say he has felt true camaraderie only a handful of times.

He counts the drow among them.

Tav regards him with interest from the start. No fear, only a culturally conditioned lust. He is power and ambition made flesh; he is a steppingstone and tool, or so she imagines. Bless her little heart. She will use him and expects to be used in turn; it is a charmingly simplistic exchange.

Tit for tat, love. Information for the Orthon. A hammer for a crown. He comes to her in the aftermath of the invasion, surprised to find her languishing in the Elfsong. She has talked of naught but her return to the Underdark.

“You linger, little mouse. Have we grown fond of the surface-dwellers?”

She smiles, teeth too white in the elegant darkness of her face. A curtain of platinum hair falls over her shoulder. Tav is a stunning representation of the breed. She steps aside to grant him entry to her suite. “Don’t be foolish. My delay is purely practical.” Tav settles in one of the rich wingbacks, looking for all the world a queen. “I wanted to make certain you’d find me.”

“Oh, always, sweetling. Wherever you go, rest assured I will find you.” He plucks her hand from the armrest, kissing the back of her knuckles. “That lovely little soul of yours bears my mark.”

“Lolth will not be pleased.”

“The Spider Bitch was long since defanged. Her dissatisfaction means nothing to me. ” Tav’s expression softens. Her eyes remain the rest of those sworn to the mistress of the Demonweb pits, but her loyalties have shifted. “But your satisfaction, my little treat, means everything. Tell us what you need.”

“I’ve been absent from Menzoberranzan too long. Before the,” she hesitates a moment, “incident. I had intended to wrest my House from the Matron Mother’s control.”

“Matricide, is it? How delightful.”

“You know how parents can be.”

“Don’t I just.” Raphael chuckles. He seats himself beside her. The proximity of the chairs and his size leaves his knee fetching up against hers. Tav shifts, hooking her foot behind his ankle. Brave girl. “And you are lucky, pet. I have a soft spot for rebellious princes and princesses.”

She rests her chin in the palm of her hand. Lovely and so willing to treat with him. He’s struck again by how odd it is to see yourself reflected in a mortal vessel. There are scars across the pretty things back, left by lash and more inventive forms of torture typical to the species. And he sees the same hate in her eyes. A burning desire for more, to take what she's owed. “Let us discuss terms, love of mine.” The endearment makes him laugh; there is no love, not even an echo of it, in her voice. Only hunger. “Passage to Menzoberranzan.”

“Only passage? I might offer you power. And more.”

“And more?” She arches a brow, stroking his calf with her foot. “And the cost?”

“Negotiable, pet. We might even defer it…a Matron Mother will not lack resources. Power today for payment tomorrow. A generous offer, no?”

Tav chews at her lower lip. “And if I proposed an alliance? To swear myself to you for this power, to pledge my House to your service…what would you offer?” And it is odd, so odd, to feel a pang of lust after so many centuries. “I would see my mother consumed by her damned spiders. After that…” she shrugs. “I’ll admit to having a fondness for rebel princes, myself.”

“How convenient.”

And she enjoys his words from so many months prior. “Isn’t it just?”

#bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #asks #my writing #he was originally gonna give her a smooch and change her eye color #but i still have a case study to write lol #please know that he shows up at her house in the Underdark after she's conquered #and they throw down

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novasintheroom · 5 months

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005. Simplicity

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 0.5k

♡ Warnings - none

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3!

The tumble of machines is quiet. Surprising, for a large city like April. But, you suppose that was a perk of a hole-in-the-wall laundromat – no one is coming here to party.

Swirls of water and color dance along the wall. Dryers shake against each other. An oldie station plays overhead, a song crooning out tunes from a long-dead artist. You stand by a dryer, waiting anxiously for it to signal that it’s done.

BEEEEEP. It slows to a stop, and you open the lid. With a sigh of relief, you tug out Vash’s red coat. The blood stains are gone. There are no new tears, just the ones you’ll have to sew up when you get back to the inn. You hold it up to your nose and breathe in the fresh cotton scent from the soap you’ve bought. It doesn’t smell like him anymore. You’d need to fix that.

After checking on your washer for yours and his spare clothing, you trek back to the front. Vash sits on a chair in front of the windows, idly leafing through one of the old magazines the laundromat stocks. Without preamble, you toss the coat over his head.

Vash sputters a yelp, then gently draws off his coat. “Oh,” he says, and takes a big sniff. “That smells good!”

“Right?” You sit next to him and fiddle with the sleeve. “Now all we need to wash is you.”

Vash guffaws and gives you a look. “Are you saying I smell?” When you make a face, he gasps. “That’s so mean!”

“Stinky,” you say, then lay your head on his shoulder. He forgives easily and lays his head on yours. “It’s got another fifteen minutes before I can switch it to the dryer,” you tell him.

He hums. “Do you want to go get something to eat? Are you hungry?”

“Are you hungry?”

“I asked you.”

“Yeah, but you only ever ask when you’re getting hungry.”

Vash laughs, caught. “Yeah, I’m getting a little hungry. But we can wait ‘til the loads done.”

You shift to push your head a bit more onto his shoulder. “What kind of food do they have in April? I smelled some ramen, I think.”

“They have all kinds. We should try all of them while we’re here. Especially the chocolate-and-raspberry donuts.”

You laugh. It’s a treat to be in a big city. Not often do Plants cry out in them – they have plenty of Plant engineers ready to aid their power supplies – but one called to Vash, and he needs to answer. The laundry facilities and real, cooked street food are a plus for the journey. You pat his thigh. “We’ll get some good treats, don’t you worry.”

It’s nice to sit and rest. No running, no bounty hunters (yet), just the hum of drying machines and the splash of cleaning water. A woman sits in the far corner, turning her own magazine while her little boy presses his nose to one of the washer windows. A trolly rolls by outside. The simplicity of it all is not lost on you. Not today.

Vash must feel it too. He presses a kiss to your head and mutters, “Love you.”

You smile and whisper back, “Love you too.”

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #tristamp #writing #reader insert #self insert #vash x reader #nova writes #vash the stampede x reader #trigun x reader #150 Bullets

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inkysquelched · 3 months

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Them.

I drew my bozos and there’s nothing you can do about it. Now get ready for a long post as I talk about my headcannons for them. Feel free to ask me anything about them, I love rambling:

Agent 3: Has a major RBF, but she’s nice I promise you. She’s been enjoying her role as captain but was overwhelmed at first.

Weapon preferences: shooters, chargers

Fave Special: Splashdown

Agent 4: Just vibing honestly, she’s gotten pretty good at hacking/research over the years.

Weapon preferences: daulies, brushes

Fave Special: Boyah Bomb

Agent 8: Curses in octarian at least 5 times a day. Remarkably relaxed despite all the bs shes been through.

Weapon preferences: shooters

Fave Special: Triple Inkstrike

Neo 3: A chaotic child, will occasionally eat stuff off the floor.

Weapon preferences: tri-stringer, blasters if shes feeling spicy

Fave Special: Super Chump

Some Honorable Mentions:

3 has a major sweet tooth and she won’t apologize for it. (shes awful with spicy food tho gchfxgfz)

Neo really likes bread.

8 will eat the most criminally offensive spicy food without a reaction.

3 likes to sleep in her squidform, it’s kinda weird to others. It’s honestly more worrying if she doesn’t shift forms. (hc that people usually only do that when theyre really sick…..and then theres 3)

4 listens to her music too loud.

3 and 4 bicker all the time, but it rarely gets to a point where they’re actually upset. They especially fight about how to lead on missions (this is moot bc 3 is the captain lol) because 3 prefers the “slow and steady” approach and 4 prefers to play “fast and loose”, if that makes sense. (8s just here for the ride)

The squid sisters like to say that 3 and 4 are twins and they both hate it.

3 is a runaway, Neo is an orphan. Different circumstances, same outcome. They relate to each other a lot and I think thats awesome (and sad).

Neo (and 8) will occasionally say some out of pocket shit without realizing just how messed up it really is: “what? you’ve never had to eat out of the trash before?”

3 is very emotionally numb and has a hard time expressing any care towards others, so she ends up showing it through favors/giving advice/“are you ok?”s. She’ll tell you to put on a jacket when it’s 70 degrees out lol. (this is also why she’s a mess around 8, those are feelings she has no idea how to deal with)

3 is terrified of being sick (like bedridden sick, haha sanitization go brr) and will inwardly panic the whole time.

3 has the worst alcohol tolerance behind Marie and 4. (Callie will drink 12 shots of vodka without flinching)

Octolings have a very different view on relationships than inklings do; inklings will date/marry out of love while octolings will treat it more as a transaction (not saying they can’t, love just isn’t a priority). 8 as had and infatuation for 3 for years but doesn’t act on it because she wasn’t sure if she really felt the way she did. She knows inklings hold more weight to relationships and didn’t want to risk hurting 3 if she was wrong. (the events of side order really helped her figure it out)

After the events of Splatoon 2, 4 took a back seat on being an agent. Less frontlines and more research focused. (like Marie lol) She hated this at first, but grew to like it.

3s alter ego is DJ Sango, she uses her rapping/singing to vent. 4 and 8 play dumb and pretend they don’t know about her account. (They both listen to her music tho 😶)

8 is extremely calm, you’d have to be trying to piss her off.

Inklings are like mood rings, there tentacles will change color depending on their mood (think like streaks or spots of other colors) The more intense the emotion, the deeper the color.

8 and 3 both have to clean/replace their weapon filters more often than most but for different reasons: for eight its bc shes an octoling (their ink is more abrasive) while 3 has thicker ink than normal as the last remnant of being partially sanitized.

3 isn’t actually as stinky as the squid sisters will have you believe. She one time came back from a mission smelling particularly RANKED that day, and they’ve never let her live it down.

There’s probably more but I can’t think of any rn

k bye <3

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ransprang · 8 months

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Hello! Can I ask for an Edward Elric x FMAB uniform kink? Thanks so much!

Kinktober 2023

Edward Elric - Uniform Kink

“Why did we decide to help the Colonel with cleaning up his storage again?’ Ed complained loudly, as he lifted a box of old memorabilia from the dusty attic floor.

“It’s the least we could do for our ex-fuhrer.” you admonished. “You don’t want him to throw his back out, fumbling with the boxes here, do you?”

Ed grumbled some more, but continued to clear away the space.

You knelt to pick up the box labelled ‘To throw’. The lid was slightly open and you peered in to find the old Amestris uniform. You pulled out the shirt and exclaimed, “Mein Gott, was ist das?”

Ed looked over at you and grimaced, “That’s just the old man’s stinky uniform. Throw it out,” he replied before going back to packing.

Devious thoughts went through your brain, and you secretly shoved it into your bag when he wasn’t looking.

Later that evening, when the two of you had returned home, Ed was lounging on the sofa and you were feeling bored. You got up to get ready for bed.

As you stood in front of the bedroom mirror, you couldn't help but glance at the uniform you had swiped from the attic. It hung there innocently, the military insignia catching the dim light of the room. A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your lips as she contemplated her next move.

With a mixture of curiosity and excitement, you decided to try the uniform on just for fun. After all, how often did one get the chance to dress up like a high-ranking military officer? You carefully slipped out of her own clothes and into the uniform, buttoning it up and adjusting it as best as you could. It was a bit baggy on you, but it felt surprisingly comfortable.

You admired herself in the mirror, striking a few poses and imagining what it must have been like to be part of the military. You couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence and power as you looked at your reflection.

Just as you were about to take off the uniform and put on your pajamas, the bedroom door swung open, and in walked Ed, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the sight of you in the uniform.

For a split second, something strange happened in Ed's mind. He thought he saw Roy Mustang, his old military officer, standing before him. His sleep-addled brain couldn't process it properly, and he blinked in disbelief. Then, reality crashed back in, and he realized that it was you dressed in the uniform.

Ed's expression quickly shifted from surprise to a mixture of confusion and mild disgust. "What the hell are you doing, Y/n?" he asked, his voice tinged with annoyance.

You, not one to back down, decided to take advantage of the situation. You approached Ed with a playful grin and a seductive tone in her voice. "Well, Ed," you purred, "I thought it might be fun to play dress-up tonight. Don't you find a woman in uniform... appealing?"

Ed's cheeks flushed bright red, and he stammered, "Y/n, this is ridiculous. Take that off right now!"

But you were undeterred. You stepped closer, running a finger along the collar of the uniform. "Come on, Ed," you whispered, "I've always had this fantasy of being with a man in uniform. Please, just this once?"

Ed's resistance wavered as he looked into your pleading eyes. He grumbled under his breath, "You're crazy, you know that?" But against his better judgment, he found himself reluctantly agreeing. "Fine, but just for a moment, okay?"

You practically squealed with delight as she helped Ed into the baggy uniform. It was a comical sight, given that Ed was significantly shorter than the original owner of the uniform. You both burst into laughter as they struggled to get it to fit him properly.

You grinned, feeling victorious. "I knew you'd come around, Colonel Ed." You playfully saluted him.

Stepping closer to you he holds your chin with one hand, "I still think you have been a naughty girl though Liebe. His eyes drop to your lips as he closes his eyes and leans in. You close the gap and your lips meet. His hand goes to your waist pulling you in closer. Your hands lie on his uniform garbed chest feeling the old cotton fabric and the muscles underneath them.

As your tongues fight for dominance one of his clothed hands venture down to your panties. Pulling them to the side he swipes your pussy with a finger, "Wow already wet? Didn't know you liked men in uniforms that badly love." He pushes you onto the bed, "My obedient girl is going to let me do whatever I want to her right." He says more so as a statement than as a question. You've never seen this dominant side of Ed. Your lips stay shut with only moans escaping and your legs pressing together to feel some relief from the aching.

"Tsk tsk", Edward now on top of you pulls your legs apart, "I'm the one in charge. Don't do things unless I tell you to. Got it?" You nod meekly making Ed laugh a bit. Just a few moments ago you were so sensual and seductive, now the uniform has turned you into such a shy little thing for him to ravage.

While maintaining eye contact with you, he brings up one of his hands and takes off his glove in a mostly smooth fashion. He inserts a finger into your eager hole and pumps it in and out. The other hand works its way under your shirt to massage your breasts. Seeing how easily he fit a finger in, he added 2 more stretching you out a bit and making you moan. He goes faster and faster.

As your moans fill the room he starts groaning as well. "Good girl. Taking my fingers so well. I didn't know you were so easy baby. Bit of a slut for a man who can do anything to you hmmm". He felt your pussy pulse from his dirty words.

The hand on your breast soon moved to his belt, unbuckling it and he quickly let his cock come out. Fully erect, it stood there waiting to enter you. Ed sees you practically salivating for it, "Not just yet. I want you to cum on my fingers. Can you do that for me?"

"Y-yes Colonel" you squeak out. The knot builds as Ed fingers you and the other hand plays with your clit. And soon enough you cum feeling a wave of pleasure. You pant and groan coming down from your high.

"Now now soldier, we aren't done yet tonight."

Your colonel,

admins sar & san

#edward x reader #edward elric x reader #edward elric headcanon #fma edward #edward elric #fma fic #fma brotherhood #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #roy mustang

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legend-the-dumb-jock · 3 months

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Can you turn me into a bimbo version of Jack Grealish ?

You’re really lusting hard after this man.

But how can you not ! This man is definitely in the wrong body. I’m sure somewhere along the lines the cosmic stream messed up and placed him in that hunky body that is rightfully yours. Well we are going to fix that aren’t we. You want to be the one with that right toned muscle. You want to be the one running back and forth on the field. You want to be the one sweating it up in the locker with your team mates. And of course you want to be the one wearing those sweaty size 10 cleats. Using my power I have knocked you out of your own body. Without you in it the body will surely die. But you don’t care right ? Now just a little change in reality as k see you’re soul still convinced that the husk on the ground belongs to you. Breaking that bond I realign your soul to be bonded to his body. And likewise. I do the same for his. You feel yourself pulled to the gym he is working out in. You float toward him while he is flexing his sexy body in front of the mirror. You feel your pull getting stronger as your soul is getting closer to the body that you belong in.

He goes to move from the mirror when he stumbles to the floor as your soul is slammed directly into him. Now comes the real fight. You need to push his soul out of the body. He screams on the floor. Shouting what’s going on. An internal battle happens while he is fighting to keep control. But you know this body belongs to you. You have listed after it for so long. Slowly you begin to force the body to move to your will. You will those stinky toes. You ball your fists. On the ground you can feel your souls shifting under the skin your soul becoming bonded to its rightful vessel. And then when you have a moment of release you scream “GET OUT OF MY BODY!” And with such force and passion for this hot soccer player you are able to force that alien soul out. The soul that was in the wrong body its whole life.

Now that he’s in the astral plane he is whipped away to your old body. Waking up he screams bloody murder not know what has just happened. He looks down. He sees hair and a sagging body. In the little he see an older man. One that he has never seen before ! He’s panicking. This can’t be right. But we both know it is. He was supposed to be in this old er body from the start just like you were to be I his. And now that your bodies and completely bonded to the rightful forms there is no undoing this.

Now that your completely sealed in the body you meant to be I all along you get dressed.

In the locked room you lean against a stack of water bottles. Exhaling from the sweaty workout the imposter soul put your body though and from the fight to rake back what is rightfully yours. You to yourself. Hey Jack I win. Now that it’s time that you take some extra time for yourself. It’s time you begin to enjoy a life than should have been yours since n birth. Taking off the sweat filled shirt. Strut out to the pool. Looking down at your hairy legs and your sweaty jock feet. You can’t believe you’re finally in the body of your dream jock for the rest of your life. Continuing to walk around the pool in your new sexy body you can’t help but say to yourself. “Yeah Jack. I did win”

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cookie-crumblr · 2 months

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✨My Dastardly Villain~✨

F!Hero Reader x M!Villain Yan OC

Part 2~

His Info: 💰✨

Part 1

<<<Previous Part _ Next Part>>>

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: F!Reader, reader referred to as she/her, general violence, reader’s alias is Solar (powers include teleportation, and fire control), explicit language, reader wears makeup (not a specified amount :3 jus a lil) reader voms(not descriptively), no smut in this part ! see part 1 for some in the meantime ;3 <3 links above!

just a silly little part! enjoy <3

music rec: Hush by the marías <3

In front of the cartoonishly big iron vault, Sobek snaps his fingers, and in pops a levitating sphere of swiftly swirling water, inside swims a massive crocodile.

“Attack!!” Sobek shouts at the thing, pointing with a grand flourish of his entire arm your way.

As the alarm bells of the bank continue to blare, everything in motion stops to look at the villain as he continues to point dramatically towards you…

But nothing is happening.

The crocodile turns to him and it looks like they’re whispering for a second.

The air is stagnant with confusion when Sobek loudly hisses to the crocodile, “What do you mean, Habla Española?? do i speak spanish!? You don’t… speak english. well that’s fucking great. Ahrrrg!” He grabs his head in frustration, “Does anybody here speak spanish!?” He shouts at the crowd of now less panicked bank goers.

“I do!” A hostage woman calls out, raising her hand.

They aren’t even scared anymore. He face palms at his own loss.

“You know what fine. Book me. Whatever” He clicks his tongue, before snapping his fingers and sending the croc back to, presumably, Cuba. He then holds out his wrists for you as if you were gonna cuff him.

This is how most of his plots turn out. They end without even needing to fight.

You let out a frustrated sigh, your brows tightly knit as you try to massage them apart through your mask.

As you’re about to take him out of the bank and to your rental car, you’re seriously dreading seeing your superiors...

*POP*

“SHIT!” You curse in front of the very people you were just not wanting to see all of the hero’s in the classes above you, all talking around a ginormous round glass table without you. you’re the lowest class, and they always give you the worst jobs. They giggle at you lovingly, but it has you fuming when just as quickly as you ported in-

*POP*

You spin around in your new-new setting, realizing you’re back with Sobek. He thankfully didn’t move an inch while you were gone, you let out a relieved sigh and a shaky little laugh.

“H-hey there… S-Solar, you, um…Don’t” He swallows over a hard lump “You don’t… Have trouble um teleporting, do you?” He clears his throat and shifts on his feet uncomfortably.

“N-no! hah! w-Whywouldyouthinkthat? i just—h-had something to take care of. Now… Get in the car’” You open the door for him. There’s no way a villain can find out about your biggest, and stupidest weakness! and it just happened right in front of one!!! and he’s the worst one for it to happen in front of!!! He’d be so smug about it if he found out!

“Riiiiiiight something to take care of. right before you even finish kidnapping a villain” he speaks to himself, as you’re no longer paying attention, you’re in the driver’s seat takin this troublemaker straight to HQ, lost in thought.

Traffic is balls.

Traffic is hell.

Traffic can suck stinky old nut.

Of course you had to DRIVE him to HQ even though it’s like four blocks away… You smack your own forehead.

He sits in his own silent contemplation before hearing the *Slap!* of your hand landing, and snaps back into his own body.

“Soooo Solar…. You uh… Got any plans… Tonight?” He asks while uncharacteristically jittery, it’s weirding you out. Why is he so nervous around you all of a sudden? he’s usually vibrant and ridiculous with how many flourishes and spins he puts on everything he does.

“Why? are you askin’ me out?” You scoff.

“Pfft, No! I’m making small talk. Heard of it?” He puts his elbow on the window and head in his hand, ready to zone back out.

“For your information, I have a hot date tonight.” You proudly shift your head upwards, while keeping your eyes on the road.

He audibly swallows again…

“Okay, can you like, stop that? you’re seriously freakin me out dude.” You take your eyes off the road and hear a loud *HOOOONK*

Of course traffic clears up when you aren’t paying attention.

“Stop what?? I’m— I’m totally normal right now. Haha, we’re totally normal… Right now. Right??”

“What the fuck is your problem??? did you summon a croc into your panties???”

“I don’t have a problem, you have a problem! i’m not the one with problems. And even if i did, i wouldn’t want you trying to “hero treatment me” or whatever.”

““Hero treatment you”” You quote him and bust out laughing. “whatever. we’re here now anyway. Thank gods i don’t have to deal with whatever’s got your panties in a bunch any longer.”

Once Inside~

“What!?” You shout at the hero commander smacking your hands against the desk.

“Yeah wait! what!?” Sobek echos from behind you.

The walls of the Hero commander’s office are either floor to ceiling windows, or covered floor to ceiling in awards and degrees from myriads of sources. He sits behind a thick dark oak table.

“He’s a way higher class than that!! I mean,,, He can… He can summon crocodiles! HUGE crocodiles!!”

“Yeah! im a way higher class than that!!”

You elbow him in the ribs, “Shut up! You’re arguing for more punishment right now, you know? You’re getting off easy!”

“No, i’m arguing for my pride! I’m definitely higher than a D class! What losers are D class supers!?”

“Hey! I’m a D class super!!”

“What!?” his neck lurches forward in disbelief, “She’s way higher than D class!” He points at you stepping another foot toward your Hero commander.

“Will you two just Shut Up. Gods.” The old man pinches the bridge of his nose, and sets his paper work aside. “You’re both D Class. and you’re both on cleanup duty. Now GO.”

You’re both picked up as if by an invisible hand by the scruffs of your super suits and dropped onto your asses outside the office as the door slams shut behind you.

“Ow! Ass!” He hisses and rubs his bum.

“Hey that’s the hero commander you’re calling an ass!” You knock him upside the head.

“Ow! Ass!” He puts more emphasis on the words reannunciating what he had said.

You groan and rub your palms down your cheeks stretching down your eyelids in the process. “Why do you always have to get us put on cleanup duty!?”

“It’s not that bad! C’mon! We gotta do that fast so we can figure out how to get outta D class!” He jumps up and pulls you with him.

“Woah!” You run after your arm that’s being dragged down the corridors and toward the windows.

“Sobek… The elevator is that wa-AAAAAYYYYYY!!!” You’re suddenly free falling in a flying sphere of water, you try and swim up but it’s spinning, and your getting dizzy. “SOBEK!!!!” The word burbles out of you into the ferocious liquid. all you see is bubbles and blobs of colours.

He must’ve busted through one of the top floor windows and threw you in a bubble while he surfed down!

Soon enough you’re on the cement soaking wet with shards of glass littering the ground around you both.

He stands dramatically with his hands on his hips like he did a job well done. Meanwhile, you’re hunched over and drenched, coughing up sea foam angrily staring daggers into his back.

OOOOOOO, he’s so lucky you have a mask on! If your makeup was smeared he’d be DEAD!

When he turns and sees you struggling you hear the smallest little hint of laugher, and air being caught between puffed out cheeks. HE THINKS THIS IS FUNNY!?

“OH HO HO, NO! You shut it right now Mr.!!!” You stomp, water flying off of you in thick drops.

You light yourself on fire and dry yourself flawlessly. thankfully your hair is immune and so is your super suit.

“What!? If you coulda done that the whole time, why’s it matter if i think it’s funny that you looked like a wet cat!” He shouts back.

“Because!!! It’s embarrassing!!!” You cross your arms and look up toward the blue sky.

There’s birds flying by. Too bad you can’t just fly. you got the ability to-

*POP*

“WH-WHAAAA—!!!” the blue sky surrounds you now, and you feel the moisture of clouds against your suit. for a second you feel weightless… And then the droplets suspended in the air whip past you as you begin to free fall.

You teleported up to the birds and are now racing back down to Earth at the speed of— well a human falling back to Earth!! “SHIIIIIIIIII-”

Back on the ground, Sobek is waiting for you to teleport back instantly like normal when he hears your faint screaming coming from above…

“OH SHIT!!!” He panics, he can’t save you! if he tries to catch you with water you’ll just die falling at that speed! He thinks about summoning a whale, maybe it could catch you in its mouth… but whales usually speak all sorts of different languages…. Oh shit! You’re getting way too close to the building height now! what does he do!??!!

*POP*

You appear next to Sobak again, as you were just thinking how glad you were you at least had a good fuck before you died. You kinda wished you could see him again, and then, just like that, both of your two feet are on solid ground again…

You collapse.

Sobek rushes to your body and carries you back to the rental car.

He checks to make sure your breathing by putting his ear onto your chest when “What are you doing!?” You shove him off of you and hug yourself. He backs off quickly respecting your space.

“That was scary. Hah!” You bark.

“You alright, Solar?”

You throw up onto the ground. and throw him a thumbs up while your head is still down.

That shouldn’t turn him on.

You’re literally sick right now, but that thumbs up has his face heating up as he remembers last night…

And you’re gonna be on -hot- date with him again tonight…

He’s gotta stop thinking about you while in his supersuit.

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I love your writing! Can you do an imagine with mason? Like, he gets home and you're watching yourself in the mirror but when you notice him you hide your body and then he realise you're insecure. You have a talk abt how you don't feel good enough for him and he says that you're perfect for him. And then something extra fluffy.

Hiya babe! I’m finally back with your request! Sorry it took me quite some time to write this, as these themes are quite personal to me (yeah I suffered from eating disorders in the past 🙈) but anyway, I hope you like what came out of it! 🤍🤍🤍

One of those days.

Mason Mount x Y/N

Summary: What started as a playful morning turns into some quite disturbing thoughts for our Y/N… but Mason is there to save her day, as always.

Warnings: mention of eating disorders, insecure reader. (Don’t read if these themes trigger you please!)

gif credits to @movnt

The sound of keys turning in the front door’s lock woke you up from your peaceful sleep, followed by some quick steps up the stairs.

You turned on your back, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you yawned. The alarm clock on the nightstand read 7.45 am; it was then you knew all the noise that woke you up was Mason coming back home from his usual morning run.

“Hey sleepyhead,” he chirped as he dived on the bed, his weight resting on his hands on both sides of your face as he shifted closer to you before he lowered his face to leave a featherlight kiss on your lips, “Hi!”

“Hi… oh God! Ew Mase you stink!” you half laughed as you put your hand in front of your face.

“I don’t stink!” he frowned, pointing his forefinger at you as he watched you nod your head at him.

“Of course you do! Look at you! You’re all sweaty and gross!” you told him while you tried to push him away. But his face told you in an instant that he was up to no good, as his fingers quickly went under your - his - t-shirt and started tickling you. Your stomach made a strange flip as his skin touched yours and you tried your best not to flinch at the contact; luckily his playful touch and his contagious laughter made quick work of distracting you from the not-so-unfamiliar feeling that was settling in the pit of your stomach.

“Am I still stinky and gross??” he giggled as he couldn’t help but look at you with his pools of chocolate full of love and playfulness, “Tell me!”

“Yes!” you managed to say in between laughter, “You’re still very gross!”

“Oh well, you’re gonna be stinky and sweaty and gross too then my love!” Mason said as in a matter of seconds he was pressing his sweaty face in the crook of your neck, occasionally leaving kisses and gentle bites here and there on your skin while he pressed his body on top of yours.

“No Mase!” you laughed as you tried to close the space between your shoulder and your neck, even if it was not so useful since you couldn’t do anything against his attack.

“What?? I can’t hear you!” he chuckled, the adorable sound going straight to your heart and making it jump in your chest.

“Okay okay!” you giggled as you raised your hands in surrender, “I was wrong, you don’t stink! You’re just very sweaty…but you don’t stink!” you were quick to add as the look on Mason’s face was telling you he would have no mercy on you if you didn’t say what he wanted to hear.

“See?? It wasn’t that hard!” he shrugged his shoulders as he pecked your lips one last time before he was back on his feet once again, “But you should come and take a shower with me…since you’re covered in my sweat now.” he playfully winked at you as he offered you his hand. You looked at it for a moment, as the unpleasant feeling was back. All of a sudden the thought of being naked in front of him made you nauseous.

“Fiiine! You won!” you groaned as you tried to push those bad thoughts aside while you put your hand in his warm, bigger one, concentrating instead on the little time you had with your boyfriend before he’d have to leave for training.

But your head wasn’t really in the moment. Or better it was, just not in the way you wanted it to be, and you really hoped Mason wouldn’t notice that.

You watched him as he turned on the shower, his now naked body and his defined muscles on full display for your eyes, and your eyes only.

Yeah your eyes, those same eyes that caught your naked reflection in the bathroom’s mirror, while an intrusive thought was becoming more prominent within seconds…

Look at him…and look at you. You’re-

“Care to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours? You’re unusually silent this morning…” Mason’s voice interrupted your thinking, like a cold shower.

There it was, the question you were dreading the most had been asked. You knew you had no chance Mason was going to buy any of your excuses, but you had to at least give it a go, as you didn’t want to worry him with your stupid thoughts.

Yeah stupid thoughts, but deep down you know he deserves better.

“Nothing, I just didn’t sleep well…” you softly smiled as you shook your head.

“Okay now I wish I didn’t wake you…” he giggled as he took your hand in his once again, tightly this time.

See? He has bought your excuse ‘cause he doesn’t really care. Nobody cares about you.

“But I promise I’m gonna make it up to you now…” he added with his now low voice that was full of lusty promises, yet it only made you even more anxious if it was possible, “Or maybe not?” Mason asked as he frowned at you, noticing the shift in your body language.

“Can we not?” you stuck out your lower lip at him, as you tried to keep your tears at bay.

“Only if you tell me what’s wrong…” his voice was quick in turning into a sweeter, soothing one, as he dragged you under the warm spring of water, “And I’m not gonna take ‘Nothing’ as an answer.”

Tell him. He must see how ugly you are, he will definitely agree on this.

“It’s nothing really-”

“What did I just tell you?” he asked as he smiled down at you, while his face and beard were adorned by little droplets of water.

“I’m just tired Mase, really…” you faked a laugh as you leaned your forehead on his chest, hoping you could hide from his stare, “I told you I wasn’t able to sleep last night… plus my head is all over the place, it must be the PMS I suppose…”

Well that’s not completely a lie, congratulations.

“Why were you trying to act like it was nothing then?”

“Because it’s nothing! And I don’t want to be a burden to you because it’s stupid and-”

“Shhh! Shhh. Stop it. It’s not stupid. I care about you…” Mason whispered against your hair, as he held you tightly while the water washed down both of your bodies, and washed away some of your stray tears too, “I love you and I want you to know that you can tell me everything. But hey! I thought this was clear!” he giggled before he kissed the top of your head.

“The only thing that’s clear is that you stink.” you half laughed as his words soothed you a little bit.

“Oh you’re so in for it now!”

Mason couldn’t help but think about you all day long. He couldn’t keep you out of his mind, as something wasn’t adding up to him.

He couldn’t focus properly during training; everything he could think about was how strange and unusual your behaviour was this morning. His mind was running a mile a minute even now that he was driving back home, back to you.

He couldn’t help but think about the way you almost retracted when he grazed your skin with his fingertips while you still were in bed this morning, or the way you went rigid when he jokingly (or maybe not so jokingly) proposed you a round of shower sex…why did that proposition make you anxious? Why did he get the impression you couldn’t stand the little touches that you two always shared?

Of course you must have been tired, it wasn’t that he didn’t believe you when you told him you couldn’t sleep, or when you said you were nearing your period; but instead, it was as if he couldn’t shake the feeling there was more to this that meets the eye. He knew you’d battled with eating disorders in the past, he knew all the signals in fact, he just wished they weren’t coming back.

“Hey angel I’m home!” he said as soon as he stepped foot in the house, “Y/N?” he called out for you since you didn’t reply as you would always do.

Mason frowned, and as soon as he left his shoes by the door he made his way up the stairs, the light coming from your shared bedroom guiding him and telling him you must have been in there.

He silently neared the door, and the sight he was met with made his heart beat faster and faster before it almost stopped.

You stood there, in front of the mirror, with just a set of black lingerie on. The look on your face was enough to let Mason understand what was really happening inside your head. How stupid of him it was, he should have thought sooner that…

…that it was one of those days.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror, your face showed no emotions and your eyes were numb, just as numb as your chest felt. Your hands were running up and down your body, grabbing at the skin, and stopping on the parts of it that you really couldn’t stand the sight of.

You don’t deserve him.

You sighed as you placed some strands of your hair behind your ears, gulping down as you closed your eyes tightly, hoping it helped you erase those thoughts from your brain.

You knew recovering from what you’ve been through wouldn’t be the easiest of tasks, but you had Mason next to you, ready to catch you whenever you’d need him to. And with him even the biggest of relapses was bearable. Mason. Just thinking about him was enough to ease your anxiety a little, as your breathing slowed down and you felt like you could look at your reflection once again.

As soon as you opened your eyes, you were met with a pair of brown orbs staring right into your reflection. Mason’s.

“Hey…You’re back…” you said as, out of instinct, you tried to hurry up and cover your body, grabbing one of Mason’s t-shirts from the wardrobe to wear.

“I am…” he said as he came to stand in front of you, precisely in between you and the mirror, “Are you finished stealing my clothes?” he smiled sweetly at you, watching as you were about to put his t-shirt on.

“Not really, no…” you smiled back, grateful that he wasn’t asking how you were doing.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what Mase?”

“You know I love seeing you wear my clothes,” he said, taking your hands (and his t-shirt) in his, “but I don’t want you to hide yourself from me… please…”

“Mason I… I don’t want you to look at me… not when I’m like this…”

“When you’re what? Beautiful? Gorgeous?” he said, his hands leaving yours and moving to your face, as his thumbs caressed your cheeks, “I know it’s one of those days, those shitty days we both hate so much… but it’s just me… You don’t have to hide from me… you never have to hide from me.”

Those words were all it took to break your walls. And to make you burst into tears.

“I’m so sorry Mase…”

“Hey, there’s nothing to be sorry for… I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” Mason said as he placed a slow, gentle kiss on your forehead, “Can I hug you?”

You weren’t really able to form any words, so you just nodded at him, and when you felt his arms around you, his touch was like a breath of fresh air this time.

“I don’t deserve you…” you whispered as your hands were clutching at his back, as if you were afraid that he would have listened to you and run away if you let go, “You deserve so much better than what I am…”

“You’re my love, my precious, gorgeous girl… that’s what you are…” he murmured those sweet words in your ear, before he started pressing kisses on your cheek, “Don’t listen to those stupid voices, just focus on me… I love you, and I won’t let you go. Let me take care of you okay?”

“Mh hm…”

“Good.” he smiled down at you, wiping away your tears gently with his thumbs, “You’re more than what I deserve, I love you Y/N… and I don’t want anybody else but you. I love you even if you seem to forget it sometimes…” he added as he winked at you, earning a weak smile back this time.

“I don’t forget it… it’s just one of those days…”

“You’re right, it’s just one of those days… and it will pass like every other day, so long as we’re together.”

“So long as you’re with me…”

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Brahms Heelshire x Reader Smut

Here you go, stinky wall man fans (including me lol). Under the cut, since this isn’t some people’s thing, and this is long. Reader is implied afab.

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Brahms had mysteriously been absent the entire day, leaving you alone to take care of his doll counterpart once again.

He would occasionally have reclusive days, although it was becoming rarer ever since he'd revealed himself to you, so it was odd he'd have another one so soon; his last one was only a week ago. You worried he was backtracking out of anxiety when you turned the corner and he was standing in the hallway.

"Oh! There you are, Brahms. I was worried about you today, is everything alright?" You tilted your head and took a step towards him, reminding yourself to keep your hands at your sides so you didn't startle him.

He stood there perfectly still, and you wondered if this was a prank; if it wasn't him at all until his gaze lowered to the floor. In distress or thought you couldn't tell, so you walked up to him, stopping a foot away from him.

He closed the gap, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your head, breathing deeply. He seemed to relax all at once, his stiff and unsure posture immediately shifted to a loose one, content to just stand there with you in his arms.

"Aw, hello Brahms. Did you miss me?" He nodded his head. "Is something bothering you, baby boy?" You began cooing at him, rubbing his back and pulling him impossibly closer to you, and his grip on you tightened in return as he shook his head.

"You just wanted a hug?" He shook his head. You were confused at his response. If he didn't want a hug, what did he want, then? You pieced it together when he dipped his head and let his hands slide lower so his face was in your neck and his hands hovering just above your ass.

"Brahms, what are you doing? Did you ask if you could do that?" He shook his head, acknowledging the fact he was breaking the rules about touching where he wasn't supposed to without asking.

"Brahms, let go of me, try again, and ask this time." You could hear his breathing become increasingly unsteady; he was having a mental battle with himself on whether or not he should listen to the rules you set down, not his, or if he should disobey and take what he wanted.

You waited a minute before you urged him again, more commanding this time. "Brahms, let go of me, back up, and ask if you can touch me like that." Still, he didn't budge, in fact, his grip tightened almost imperceivably if you weren't paying attention, his breathing growing more frustrated; you had to put him back in his place and soon before he made up his mind on misbehaving.

"Brahms, back up. Now." You said as seriously and commanding as you could without yelling at him, and your blood turned to ice at his response.

"No." He practically growled the word, its meaning clear; he'd made up his mind. You don't dare fight back, but rather ignore him, hoping he'd recognize that you were angry with him by letting your arms fall to your sides and leaning away from him as much as his grip would allow.

You did your best, really you did, to ignore him. Even as he lifted his mask up just enough to expose his mouth to place wet and warm kisses on your neck, even as he attempted to slide his knee between your thighs, even as he insistently pressed himself against you. You didn't budge on your decision to be angry, even when his voice cracked as he attempted to make you feel bad by using his little voice.

"Kiss? Pretty Y/N, kiss?" He tried to kiss your mouth, but you continued to turn your face away from him. He continued to ignore you ignoring him, impossible to dissuade when he got like this, but you had made a mistake.

You noticed all too late, when he realized he had full access to your neck and shoulder, and began placing open-mouthed kisses all along, nibbling and biting occasionally, leaving bruises you'd have to explain to the grocery boy, his name forgotten at the moment as unfortunately your body and mind were no longer focused on the same task, your knees feeling weak and a familiar warmth making it's way south.

The mask pressed against your face uncomfortably, but he persisted in getting his way, and when he had waited long enough and knew he was winning, he swiftly placed his thigh between your legs and rubbed it against your core, causing you to let out an accidental moan of surprise.

He took that as a sign he'd won as he cupped your ass and lifted you, forcing you to wrap your legs around him out of fear he'd drop you, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

"Brahms!" You let out a panicked cry of his name, and received a whimper in return, Brahms's mask now back in its place as he ground himself against you, burying his face in your neck, moaning, gasping, and whimpering as you relaxed into the scenario.

This wasn't the first time you and Brahms have had anything sexual happen between you, but it was only the second time this sort of temper tantrum had occurred; he usually listened to your rules, but not today it would seem, so you made yourself comfortable and went with it, per usual.

"Alright, fine, Brahms. This is what you want?" He furiously nodded his head, pressing the mask into your shoulder even harder as he bucked harder against your clothed cunt.

"I can't tell you you're a good boy just yet, Brahms. You're being awfully selfish." As soon as the sentence left your lips, Brahms put you down, only for a moment as he practically tore your pants off of you and picked you back up, putting you right back where you were as you held onto him tightly for a moment as he freed his throbbing cock from its confines and pulling your panties to the side as he rubbed the head of his cock along your folds, brushing your clit.

You tipped your head back and had a wicked idea now that he was listening. "Wait, Brahms, not yet. Keep doing that, good boy, that feels so good. Just like that, baby boy." He buried his face in your neck again and whined. You were going to see how long you could hold him here, a little payback for not being polite and listening.

He moved to press in, but you put your hand on his hip and held him back, much to his chagrin. "Not yet, Brahms, I'm not ready yet, keep going." He listened to you and continued to rub the head of his cock along your folds, eventually pushing up to cover his member in your slick. He tried again, and again you pushed him back and told him you weren't ready.

He groaned and lightly stomped a foot, beginning to pull a proper temper tantrum; he was losing his patience, and your hold on the leash was slipping. When he ruts into you again and felt nothing but slick, his eyes met yours and you could see the pieces fall into place in his head as he growled and pushed himself in, meeting little resistance as you cried out at the blissful stretch.

Once he was settled completely in the warmth of your walls, he panted for a couple of moments before speaking in his normal voice. "You lied to me. That wasn't nice, or fair!" His volume raised a little near the end of his sentence, and you gave him a playful look, smirking at him.

That was enough for him to start thrusting harshly into you as you keened at the sudden motion and pleasure coursing through you.

Brahms moaned and whimpered into your shoulder as he started to thrust into you so hard you physically moved in time with his thrusts.

You came not long after that, toes curling, your eyes seeing stars, and crying out his name. "Oh god, Brahms! Good boy, oh, such a good boy! Yes! Brahms!"

He moaned loudly, his hips stuttering momentarily before he set his hands on your hips, slamming you down onto him, eventually making you come again, your nails biting into his shoulders.

You were dazed and confused when he stopped until you realized he'd remembered one rule and pulled out before coming all over both your torsos, watery jets of cum seeming endless before he fell to his knees with you landing in his lap as he panted heavily, almost gasping for air.

You sat there a little while, not sure you could move as you pet his hair and kissed his head and the forehead of his mask.

"Are you going to follow my rules next time, Brahms?" "Yes. I promise."

#brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #the boy 2016 #the boy #brahms heelsire x reader

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