#🚬snap

[catfortress]

Kitty fem fortress :3

Lineup 👇 (press for better quality😭😭😭)

[catfortress]

LOVE !!! ✨

Some more very messy mercenary doodles for practice- Hey wait a minute, I don't recognize three of them here... 🤨

(Vick belongs to @meltedbionics and Meowdic & Snap belong to @evangelina830 💖)

[howdylogan]

draws, sketches and doodles made with @evangelina830 !!

(it was fun draw together :'d thank youu)

(a large publication. more drawings below.)

[yrlocalghost]

maybe if i was shaped like one of those character with a big coat/cloak and pointy hat i would finally feel better

[catfortress]

OUHHG MY GOODNESS <33 Snap’s rightful reaction! 😻✨

so .. hi @catfortress ... i'm such a huge fan of the designs in this au and just the whole idea in general I HAD TO DRAW SMTH TO SHOW MY APPRECIATION ¡¡¡ i love scratchma so much plus a tiny snap since this was my reaction when i first saw her

[nymphoniah]

smoking out the window 🚬

i cant lie this fic is very self indulgent, but i had to share with y'all hehe <3 basically just smoking with logan, sitting in his lap, and yall end up gettin’ down and FREAKYYY.

pairing: old man!logan x afab!reader

warnings/tags: NSFW (minors DNI, 18+ only), smoking, pet names (bub, baby princess, etc.), old man!logan, boyfriend!logan, teasing, oral sex (male receiving), gagging, hair pulling, cumplay, cum swallowing, skull fucking

you’re seated criss-crossed in front of the fire escape, window cracked slightly ajar. you take a long inhale of your cigarette, letting the smoke sit in your mouth for a second before puffing out the rest through your nose.

your lips pull away from the filter, now tinted pink and slightly shiny from your lip gloss. you look over your shoulder to see logan let out a small chuckle, taking a drag from his cigar. you roll your eyes at him, tapping the end of your cigarette against the ashtray placed between you.

“yknow i already tried cigars… they’re just too big for me”. logan looks at you with a raised brow, a smug smile slowly creeping upon his face. you took a moment to process what you said, and how wrong it sounded out of context.

“hey! get your mind out of the gutter. you know what i mean,” you quipped, quickly taking a puff of your cigarette, playfully exhaling into his face to recant.

logan pays no mind to your games, simply shooing away the smoke with his free hand. “whatever you say bub…” he chuckles out, looking at you with a content smile.

he takes another hit from his cigar before sizing you up with his grim eyes. you were wearing a pair of sleep shorts, short enough to leave no room for imagination, with one of logan's flannels that you messily buttoned up this morning draping over your shoulders.

the domesticity of it all is what riled logan up. seeing you dressed up in his clothes, cuddled up in your small, but cozy, apartment bedroom, seated right in front of the fire exit. considering how hectic his life once was, nothing could compare to this.

“try it one more time, baby,” he requests, his pointer and middle finger signaling to come over to him. you rolled your eyes and reluctantly crawled your way over to him. he taps his lap with both hands, and you cozily fit into the thick embrace of his thighs.

you already know where this is going. he's done it once, and he'll do it again. you pursed your lips, your eyes quickly glancing over at his cigar, then promptly meeting his teasing gaze.

“c’mon, just about half of it is left. finish it with me, yeah?” he says with a sultry tone, tilting his head to the side.

“only cause you asked so nicely.” you replied, pressing your lips to the temple of his forehead, your left hand steadying yourself against his hips before you ruffle up his pointed tufts of hair with your right.

seating yourself back in his lap, you took the cigar from his hand, taking it in your own. you guide his calloused hand to the hem of your sleep shorts, his fingers finding purchase at the waistband, playfully tugging it back, allowing for them to snap back against your hips.

taking a deep puff, you let the smoke linger in your mouth as you would with your cigarette. the flavor was definitely more intense compared to the pack of reds you smoke daily. you immediately felt the buzz from the nicotine as the smoke coated your mouth in an almost oily film.

you're about to deeply inhale until you remember you're not supposed to actually inhale the smoke of the cigar. you catch yourself mid-breath, but you weren't fast enough to stop yourself. the bitter taste of the nicotine floods your throat, causing you to let out an unpleasant cough.

"careful there, princess", he teases you, his firm hand patting your back as you continued to cough. "don't wanna hurt yourself", he says chuckling to himself, finding your discomfort somewhat amusing.

you took a second to compose yourself, then joined in on logan's laughter. you pressed your forehead against his chest, snickering over how foolish you probably looked, choking on your own saliva.

"i told you s'too much!" you retort with a smile, nudging yourself deeper into his chest. you can smell the musk of his cologne mixed with the heady scent of smoke in the air; it was intoxicating how logan ran his fingers through your hair, his hands slowly finding their way to the small of your back.

you gently pull away from him, his arms wrapped around your waist, planting your hips against his, the flesh of your ass feeling his erection forming. a smirk pulls at the corner of your lips as you gently grind against him.

logan lets out a grunt as he feels the blood rush to his dick. peppering kisses along his neck, you slowly make your way up to his jawline. "baby, you're forgettin' something..." you lull, placing the cigar back between his lips.

you admire the way his muscles flex with every movement you make, almost syncopating to the rhythm of your hips. the way he matched your pace was addicting. "yknow..." you trail off, sliding yourself off of his lap, moving to kneel in front of him.

"cigars may be big for me... but there's something bigger that i can handle," you hum as you get on your knees, your figure now slotted between his bulky thighs.

placing your hands on his quads, your fingertips trace figure-eights against his jeans. you take a deep breath and rest your head on the inner of his thighs, your left hand working its way slowly to his crotch.

"you're so needy, bub" he whines out of the corner of his mouth, cigar still between his lips. his breath faltered as your fingers graze over the growing tent in his jeans.

"let me please you, lo. wanna make you feel good," you plead, your eyes looking up at him with an intense lust.

"f-fuck." he stutters as your fingers press harder against his erection "how can i say no to my baby?" he obliges, taking the cigar out of his mouth to light out on the ashtray.

you reach your hand out to grab his arm before he lights out his cigar, your grip on his bicep tightening as he gently tries to pull away from your grasp. "wait," you said hastily, "don't put it out yet".

he raises his eyebrow at your command, but doesn't push it any further. "got something planned, bub?" he asks, leaning back into the couch, manspreading wider.

you nod your head as you work at his belt nimbly, slithering the leather around and off of his waist, metal buckle of the belt clanking silently against the plush carpet that your knees rested on.

as you push his jeans and boxers down, his cock springs out, bouncing back against his stomach. his tip was already red, leaking with precum. you admire the length and girth of his dick as you run your tongue along the underside of his cock.

tracing a vein with your tongue, you move from the base of his cock to his tip. logan moved his hands to cup your face, fighting the urge to push himself down your throat as you continued to tease him slowly. "ah f-fuck," he winces, as you press a wet kiss to his tip.

"quit taking so damn long, princess," he adds, your hot breath tickling him. the lewd sight of his pre mixed with your saliva forming a strand from your bottom lip to his tip made your core pulsate. you pushed your thighs together to alleviate the aching pain you felt.

seductively licking your lips, your mouth finds its way back wrapped around his girthy cock. you slowly ease yourself all the way down him as the tip of your nose presses against his pelvis.

breathing through your nose, your lips make their way up his length, making sure to savor the way his tip rested against your tongue. tracing his slit carefully, you lick up his leaking precum, making sure not to miss a single drop of it.

"fuck yeah-", he hisses out, taking a hit. as he exhales the smoke, he grabs a fist full of your hair, now taking control of your movements. he thrusts into your mouth at a rapid and shallow pace, the slap of skin against skin filling the room.

his unrelenting pace made your pussy throb harder; the way he looked as he stood above you, manhandling you, using you, practically as a fucktoy, made you see stars.

eventually he slowed down his pace, his strokes becoming deeper, more sensual. "still with me, bub?" he asked, his eyes locked with your own as he continued to throatfuck you. "mmmh." you answered, with a fucked-out gaze.

"good," he hummed, loosening his grip on your hair. "gonna need you to be a good girl for me, princess." he gives the temple of your forehead a light kiss, his salt-and-pepper beard tickling your hairline.

a split second after the kiss, he retightens his fist, gripping more of your hair than before, and pushes you down the length of his shaft vigorously. the sudden gesture makes you wince around him.

unable to breathe through your mouth, you gag around him. the walls of your throat squeeze tightly along logan's length, making him wince out in pleasure. unable to control himself, he firmly plants his left hand on the crown of your head, keeping you in place, as his right brings his cigar back to hips lips.

logan takes a long drag from the cigar, tilting his head up towards the ceiling, blowing away the smoke. "stay right there for me, bub... i know y'can do that for me, yeah?" he says with a smirk, keeping his eyes on you.

you grunt in response, breathing heavily through your nose to keep the little composure that you had. still gagging around his cock, your vision began to get blurry as tears began forming.

"shit, im coming-" logan groans out, harshly pumping his cock even further into your throat. with each thrust of his hips, a moan escaped from you, followed along with a gag. the mix of pain and pleasure was intoxicating.

soon after his announcement, you feel the thick ropes of his cum sliding along your esophagus. the heady taste of his cum coats your mouth and lips; the salty and sweet tang grounded you from your mind blanking as he continued to skullfuck you.

it felt like an eternity before logan released you from his firm grasp. you slipped your lips off of him, now resting your head on his thigh. you cough a little bit, and your nose starts to drip.

"still think my dick's too big for you to handle?" he teases, tucking a stray strand of your bangs behind your ear. you shake your head no, flashing him a lazy smile. he brings the cigar to your lips for you to take a hit.

"atta girl."

[bonnieg420]

Snap: bonnieg420

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[koiiiji]

tw ; suggestive, obsessive/posessive ex!Gun 🚬🧸⛓️📦🤎

author's note ; empty, ageless blogs DNI or you will be blocked

standing on the threshold of your apartment, Gun was thinking. he loved good fight, it was nice to swing his fists with men, no doubt. after all, gentleman like him can't fight with women and have that much fun. on the whole, women didn't refuse him, and were more accommodating, either from his natural charm, or from black, deadly eyes that looked into the most secret corners of the soul.

and yet, recently you got into the habit to misbehave, to refuse him, allowing yourself to contradict him, even snap. it was... intriguing, to say the least, especially the moment when you hit him with a pillow, gave him a ringing slap in the face when you refused to accept his kiss, and slammed the door behind yourself.

having fished out a spare key from his pocket, Gun opened the door, slipping inside the warmth of your own apartment.

the smell of you, of what usually surrounds you, your warmth enveloped him as soon as he crossed the threshold of your apartment.

the sound of water from the shower.

ah, that's probably why you didn't answer him when he ruthlessly broke in the door and called you just a minute ago. sitting down on your bed waiting for you, Gun felt completely relaxed, he wasn’t even angry or upset by the fact that you misbehaved. the fact that you decided to play your little games with him and run away, hoping that he would leave you so easily. he wasn’t even angry by the fact that your stupid little head simply allowed the idea that you could win this chase. on the contrary, it spurred him on, excited him. just as your cute shocked expression on your face was exciting right now, when you came out of the shower. hair was still wet, sticking to your neck, surprise, fear and horror were mixed in your eyes.

oh, it seems you didn't know that he had the keys to your apartment.

but damn, your whole appearance now excited him so much - the towel hugged your figure, the remaining drops of water dripped onto the floor, and you didn’t even dare move, letting your breath pass. Gun, glancing over you, noted for himself - you nervously clenched and unclenched your fists, shifted a little on your feet - you were nervous. good.

“what are you doin-”you wanted to start when his menacing figure rose from the bed and headed in your direction. all you could do was back away. “are you done with your running away?” - his voice boomed just a couple of centimeters from you. when did he manage to stymie you?

your breath hitched when you felt his hand creep higher, from your chest to your neck. he wrapped his arms around your neck, squeezing hard enough to make breathing difficult, but not enough to make you choke.

you felt fear roll in a wave of tears, when you looked into his pitch black eyes, trying to find in them at least something other than this darkness. needless to say, you saw nothing in his eyes, but the adrenaline that intoxicated him and his lips were decorated with that crazy smile that you had seen only once.

sobbing quietly and defeatedly closing your eyes, when his lips persistently covered yours in an impatient kiss, with shame you accepted your loss and the fact that it would be difficult to broke up with a person like Gun. impossible even.

[catfortress]

Welcome to Cat Fortress Blog !

• • • Here is simply where I will post drawings and possibly animations regarding my TF2 fan AU, Cat Fortress !

• • • Main Acc: @evangelina830

Basic stuff!

• No NSFW asks pls (bloody, yes ! But no sensitive topics or lewd reqs pls.)

• Silly requests are encouraged, but please don’t go overboard ! (U know what I mean…,)

• Yes I will draw ship art ! :D dont be shy.. (I love to draw silly cats holding hands.. so yes please! As long as the ship isn’t gross…)

Also I am not super fast with asks lol I appreciate your patience!

Enjoy your visit…. =^.^=

More info under!

Tags I will use!

• #:3 - Artwork

• #:V - Doodles

• #:0 - Animation

• #:D - Answers

• #:] - (Fan?) Artwork

• #:> - Characters

• #:P - Cats info

Names!

• ⚾️Scratch - Scout

• 🪖Biscuits - Soldier

• 🔥Zoomies - Pyro

• 💣Demomew - Demoman

• 🥪Fluffy - Heavy

• 🛠️Enginya - Engineer

• 💉Meowdic - Medic

• 🎯Snipurr - Sniper

• 🚬Snap - Spy

• 📁Ms Pawling - Ms Pauling

Others so far ofc…

• 🎙️Adminhisstrator - Administrator

• 🩵Scratch’s Ma - Scout’s Ma

• 🪻Zhanclaw - Zhanna

• 🥀Beanislava - Bronislava

• 🌾Yawna - Yana

• 🫐Fluffy’s Mama - Heavy’s Mama

• 🥾Saxton Tail - Saxton Hale

• 💚Maowgaret/Maowggie - Margaret/Maggie

• 💀Whiskers - Merasmus

• 🐟Fried Fish Tramp - Fried Chicken Tramp

• 📋Furball - Bidwell

• ❤️Redmond Meoww - Redmond Mann

• 💙Blutarch Meoww - Blutarch Mann

• 🩶Gray Meoww - Gray Mann

• 🎀Olivia Meoww - Olivia Mann

This blog is still quite new - stay tuned ! Mrow….

[mysticsmollpotatoad]

Raw idea for Ikevil

Recently I'm into Ikemen Villains. I was hoping to read more fluffy headcanon/scenario about them, but it seems there is a shortage for fluff🥲

I thought about a few scenario, but sadly I don't have the time to write it (or maybe I'm just too lazy to elaborate the idea). So if anyone is interested, you are very welcome to use these.

🌹William with deaf and sweet MC. Imagine how his power won't work on her and how he can't charm her with his piano skills. But all of that makes him more determine to find a new meaning of freedom for her.

👑 Victor with grumpy tsundere type MC. It will be funny to see their banter with Victor teasing and keep acting as if he is hurt whenever MC snap or give him the cold shoulder.

👑 Victor with MC that used to be enslaved. Him and William are all about freedom. So imagine how he would react when he encounter an MC who thinks freedom is an impossible dream.

🪞 Alfons with motherly type MC or dense MC who won't be shaken by his lewd innuendo. It will be entertaining to see him having a hard time.

🪞 Alfons with silly/jester MC. As the saying goes..."If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit". The reason is I want to see him get a taste of his own medicine😌

💎 Elbert with motherly type MC as well. The reason is already clear. A soft MC but also strict with him so won't even get the chance to get any funny idea.

🚬 Jude with MC who could kick his ass. She is very similar to Jude. She is a sadist who won't tolerate his dirty words and won't hesitate to fight him. Obviously they repel each other, but who knows...maybe they can become partner in crime at least.

🍂 Ellis with sarcastic MC. Imagine how MC was just being sarcastic, but Ellis took it seriously. Chaos ensues.

🐱Liam with moon type MC. He is the sunshine and she is the moon that kind of relationship.

☕Harrison with extroverted and teasing MC. Perhaps with personality similar to Victor. Prepare for trouble and make it double..double headache for Harrison.

💉Roger and MC with chronic illness. This might be closer to angst, but I want to see his caring and serious side.

📝 p. s. I just noticed something. Do these boys not have certain animals as their pet? If we are talking about fluff it usually includes quality time with their own pet. Is there really no animal other than that stuffed bird?

[slashingdisneypasta]

Cruella De Vil x Reader || Smexcerpt

Plot: You've had an exhausting day, and eating out your mean lady is just what you need 💋🚬

Warnings: Smuttttt. Also Cruella is very mean 😅 XD

Nothing special. I just want more fics of eating out women... especially Her XD

Sighing, you close her office door behind you and drop your bag on the ground by the doorway, before rolling your tight shoulders. "Oh my god, it's been the longest workday... " You're tired, you have a headache and you're just done with the world.

"Go home, then." Cruella tells you like it's obvious, rolling her eyes at the papers she was going through; highlighting and underlining.

Huffing, you plop in the seat across from her desk. "I wanted to see you, though."

"Well, I'm busy." She puts down the papers and slips her sharp nails under another pile, focusing her snake-like eyes on those new figures without pause. "Make yourself useful, somehow."

"Can't work anymore. Head broken. Brain-dead."

She shakes her head, waiving you off. "Get me a drink then, or something. Go get yourself a snack. Oversee the window cleaning on the second floor. Ride the lift until your stupid little head goes fuzzy- I don't care. But don't you hinder me when I'm busy."

Your head's already fuzzy, you think.

...

...

...

It takes you a few minutes before you do it, so credit where credit is due. But it's not long, before you put your fuzzy brain to good use.

The steel doors of Cruella's office are sealed closed, so you simply settle under her desk and get comfortable between her smooth thighs after slipping her her sleek black panties off of her. Above you, you hear her release a sigh; muttering to herself. "Well, better then nothing... "

As soon as you start softly licking her pretty pussy you start to feel relieved from your day. Like her cunt's the cure to your headache and tight muscles, the moment you feel her soft lips under your salacious tongue you feel immediate relief. You think her pussy is magic, and you're addicted.

Every stroke of your tongue against her velvety cunt makes you feel better, more comfortable, and warmer. You don't even mind the hardness of the cold tile ground your bony knees are digging into.

When Cruella inevitably becomes drippy and needy under your attentions, her slick all over you chin and trickling onto your neck, you slip your hands around her thighs and hold her thighs against the sides of your head and really start to go down on that magic pussy. With fluid strokes, you draw your tongue deeply into her and suck her at the same time. When her sharp fingernails scrape against your sore skull you give a pathetic, fully contented moan into her. Then she tugs your hair s l o w l y, for a drawn out few moments, and you just want to melt.

You have to pause sucking her off to breath and pull yourself together, hair in your face, and give her thighs and pussy a few kisses, before returning to your tawdry activity.

After this you start rubbing your tongue continuously against her clit, and when you hear Cruella's pen be set down very firmly onto the desk with a snap, you can't help but smirk; drowsy and pussy-drunk. With one last, long lick across her wet, soft pussy, you finally take your mouth away from her.

When, finally, you drive two of your fingers slowly into her mushy, used hole, now beinb set back on your butt under the desk so that you can watch your fingers dissapear in and slick ooz out, it takes all of 4 good thrusts in-and-out for Cruella cum. To squeeze your hair around her fist, and clench your knuckles inside her so tight your lips part because god that's hot.

... she relaxes again after a few seconds and you slip your fingers free from her, and suck them clean, savouring the last bits of her flavour. Cruella sighs, and puts the flat of her high heeled shoe to your body and half pushes, half kicks you out from under the desk. You fall back on the heels of your hands, and give a giggle.

"Well I hope you feel better," Cruella sighs, frustrated. "You've just wasted my time. Out."

Shaking your head, you pop back up into your seat and flash Cruella a grin; chin covered in grease and hair a mess. "I do feel better, thank you very much. I'll get you that drink, now. What do you want, darling?"

She raises a brow at you, your boldness, before sighing and chucking a cardboard box of tissues at your chest and looking back to her work. "Make yourself presentable first. You'll get me jasmine tea, piping hot, and if you get it wrong you'll get back under the desk. Clear?"

With a wicked smirk, you nod. "... You want biscuits?"

"Of course I want biscuits, you little idiot." 

[animeyanderelover]

Can I also request the marly guys (zeke, reiner,colt and porco) with an escaping s/o please? If it's to many people you don't have to write for colt or zeke. Thank you

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, toxic relationship, obsessive behavior, delusional mindset, manipulation, threats, blackmailing

Tags: @shumidehiro

Escaping s/o

Zeke Yeager

🚬​He's probably been aware of your silly plans for a while now but has never spoken up about it as he instead chooses to wait and see how it turns out. Whilst you are making your own plans though, Zeke is gearing up to counter them as he does his own work. Two can play the game after all and if you are conjuring up schemes behind his back, he will return the favor. After all the Titan Shifter is fairly confident that he will win this as he has the intelligence and the influence. The moment you finally put your plan in motion, Zeke is already prepared for everything and the whole thing ends soon in your undeniable defeat. He visits you later as you were put under custody until he arrives and it is then that he explains to you that he has been aware of your plot for a while now. He could have stopped you obviously as soon as he had his suspicions but he thought that it would perhaps be better to let you see and feel that you would do better to stop such shenanigans in the future as you stand no chance against him. The next time you come up with such a hoax, he won't amuse you any longer. This is the first and last time he played such a game with you.

Reiner Braun

🟤​Even if Reiner were to discover hints of your plans, he would most likely refuse to believe them. This guy is quite dependent on his darling after all the trauma and pain he had to endure and he is quite desperate for them to love him too which is why he is extremely overbearing. The first stage is just denial when he finds out that you have actually ran away from him as he instead tries to come up with excuses for what you have done all because he doesn't want to accept the truth. You couldn't! You would never do that! The moment the truth comes crashing down though, Reiner has a meltdown and starts bawling his eyes out. He is a mess and it needs the likes of Pieck and Porco to shake him out of his misery. He isn't far away from transforming into his Titan and chase after you but luckily he is stopped by his comrades as well as the last bit of consciousness that there are people important to him living here. Some more amicable soldiers of Marley agree to help him and he himself joins them, though he looks only seconds away from another meltdown. He's going to scream, cry and beg for them to never do this again as he locks them away in his house from that day on, his trust broken.

Porco Galliard

🌫️​Porco should technically not be surprised if you should attempt to escape from him. After all it is no secret to him that he has forced you into an engagement as well as marriage without even considering your wishes in it. Yet when it actually happens, there is still the disappointed anger as he can't help but think that even if he did all of that, it ultimately enabled you a better life. His anger only heightens the longer you are gone as he even snaps at Marley soldiers despite knowing how his kind is viewed by them. He doesn't fully trust them either so he goes on a separate pursuit to go after you and the moment you are found, you will not be spared of his ire. He's pissed as he yells at you, insult after insult leaving his lips as he calls you an ungrateful thing and points out how he has done nothing but better the situation for you and your family alike. Briefly he considers threatening you to take all the privileges away for you and your family but that would only be really possible through divorce and he would never consider that. He either locks you away like Reiner does or actually goes the extra step and asks the Marley soldiers to imprison you for a while so that you realize how good you have it with him.

Colt Grice

◻️Oh, the poor lad would be absolutely heartbroken. After all he has done nothing but protect and dote on them. Sure, he has done some things he is not too overly proud of such as also pushing you into an engagement but he shares similar motives to Porco as he wants to ensure your protection as soon as he becomes the next Titan Shifter. He is in denial and honestly, he remains stuck in disbelief even as he goes after you until you are caught and he sees you again. The spiteful and frustrated look you give him is finally enough to smash reality right against his chest. Why...? Why would you do this to him? His mind is racing, although all thoughts scatter before he can even properly form them as he tries to dig up something that he can say to you as he stares at you but no words ever leave his lips in that moment. His trust has been smashed and is left in pieces and he doesn't know what to do around you for a while as he has to stomach the realisation that the relationship is perhaps more threatened than he ever would have wanted to think. He would probably find himself turning to your family who, given the opportunities he gives you and them, would most likely shame you for your attempt.

[m4ttslvr]

˳ ៚ Lev’s Masterlist

📀 Across The Universe, Fiona Apple

0:26 ———♡——— 3:50 ◁◁ ▐ ▌ ▷▷

🚬smut 🪶fluff 🏹 angst

MATT

🚬Good Girl

🚬Stars

🏹Texts w Bf!Matt & Bff!Chris Pt.2 Pt.3

🪶…in the process

CHRIS

🚬High By The Beach

🚬Never Enough

🏹Texts w Bf!Matt & Bff!Chris Pt.2 Pt.3

NICK

🪶Bff!Nick Snaps Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 & Pt.5 (Chris/Matt)

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Disclaimer: I take inspo from every request i get. I’m not ignoring requests i just suck at writing frequently!! I appreciate everyone who likes my writing enough to request:)

₊━ִ─ LEV ᡴꪫㅤ·⠀· 

[cufff-it]

À DEUX PAS

PART III : CHEMINS CROISÉS

pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

A/N: A little bit rushed, but i hope you will enjoy it! :)

Bondy, Summer 2013

Kylian had grown distant, a shift that Y/N struggled to ignore. Their usual rhythms of texting late into the night, meeting up at the park, or exchanging playful banter during family dinners felt disrupted. Kylian’s time was increasingly occupied by football practice and, much to Y/N’s unease, Inès.

Inès wasn’t just a classmate anymore; she had become a regular in Kylian’s circle. And while Y/N tried her best to dismiss her own discomfort, the sight of them together—a shared laugh, a casual touch on the shoulder—was impossible to ignore.

It all came to a head one warm July afternoon. Y/N had wandered into the park, expecting to find Kylian kicking a ball around like he always did. Instead, she found him leaning close to Inès, their heads tilted toward each other, the sun casting golden halos over their features.

For a moment, Y/N thought she might have imagined it. But when Kylian’s lips brushed against Inès’s, reality hit her like a train.

She turned on her heel and left, the sound of her footsteps muffled by the pounding in her chest.

The Rift

Y/N tried to carry on as though nothing had happened. She told herself it didn’t matter; Kylian was free to do what he wanted. After all, they were just friends. But her avoidance was obvious.

When Kylian knocked on her door later that week, she hesitated before answering.

“Hey,” he greeted, his usual grin missing. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“No, I haven’t,” she lied, her voice sharper than intended.

“Y/N, come on. What’s going on?” His tone was laced with frustration.

She crossed her arms, looking everywhere but at him. “Nothing. You’ve been busy. With football. And Inès.”

There it was, the name hanging heavy between them. Kylian’s expression shifted, his eyes narrowing slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” she said quickly, but her voice betrayed her.

Kylian stepped closer, studying her face. “You saw something, didn’t you?”

The question hung in the air, and Y/N felt her cheeks burn. She didn’t answer.

Kylian sighed, his tone turning defensive. “Look, I don’t get why you’re acting like this. I can be friends with other people. Or more than friends. It’s not a big deal.”

Y/N’s head snapped up at that. “Not a big deal?” she repeated, her voice trembling. “Kylian, you’ve been avoiding me all summer. You barely talk to me anymore unless it’s convenient for you. And now you’re…” She trailed off, biting her lip.

“What?” Kylian prompted, his irritation evident. “Now I’m what? Kissing someone?”

The bluntness of his words stung, and Y/N felt a lump form in her throat. “Forget it,” she muttered, turning away.

“No, we’re not done,” Kylian said, stepping in front of her. “You don’t get to act like this and then walk away. If you have something to say, say it.”

Y/N clenched her fists, her voice shaking as she finally snapped, “Fine. I miss you, okay? I miss us. And I hate that everything feels different now. You’re different.”

Kylian stared at her, taken aback. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

“Y/N…” he started, his tone softer now.

“Forget it,” she said again, brushing past him. “Have fun with Inès.”

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For the next few weeks, Y/N and Kylian barely spoke. Whenever she saw him around the neighborhood, he was with Inès or practicing football. She convinced herself that this was just how things were now.

One afternoon, Lina came over, sensing something was wrong. “You’ve been quiet lately,” she said, flopping onto Y/N’s bed.

Y/N shrugged, pretending to focus on her book. “Just tired.”

“Is this about Kylian?” Lina pressed.

Y/N’s silence was all the answer she needed.

“I saw them at the park,” Lina admitted carefully. “Kylian and Inès. They looked… close.”

Y/N felt a pang of hurt but masked it with indifference. “Good for them,” she said, though her voice wavered.

Lina gave her a look. “You’re allowed to be upset, you know.”

“I’m not upset,” Y/N insisted, though the tears threatening to spill said otherwise.

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The tension came to a head at a neighborhood barbecue hosted by Kylian’s family. Both Y/N and Inès were invited, and the awkwardness was palpable.

Y/N tried to avoid both of them, sticking close to Lina and the other kids from the neighborhood. But when she accidentally bumped into Inès near the drinks table, the girl smirked.

“Hi, Y/N,” Inès said sweetly, though there was a hint of condescension in her tone. “Kylian told me so much about you.”

Y/N forced a polite smile. “That’s nice.”

Inès leaned in slightly, her voice dropping. “You know, he and I are really close now. It’s funny how things change, isn’t it?”

Y/N felt her temper flare. “Yeah, things do change. But some things don’t. Like knowing someone’s true colors.”

Inès’s smile faltered for a moment before she recovered. “It must be hard, watching him move on.”

Before Y/N could respond, Kylian appeared, sensing the tension. “What’s going on here?” he asked, looking between the two girls.

“Nothing,” Inès said quickly, her smile returning. “We were just talking.”

Kylian’s gaze shifted to Y/N, his brows furrowing. “Can I talk to you?”

Y/N hesitated before nodding. They walked a few steps away from the crowd, the summer breeze carrying the sound of laughter from the barbecue.

“What was that about?” Kylian asked, crossing his arms.

“Ask her,” Y/N said, nodding toward Inès.

Kylian sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Y/N, you’ve been acting weird all summer. Can we just talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” she snapped. “How you’ve replaced me with her?”

“That’s not fair,” Kylian said, his voice rising slightly. “You’re the one who’s been avoiding me. And now you’re picking fights with Inès?”

Y/N felt a surge of anger. “I didn’t pick a fight! She’s the one—”

Kylian cut her off. “You need to stop. This… obsession with me? It’s not healthy, Y/N.”

The words hit her like a slap. “Obsession?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Kylian said quickly, but the damage was done.

“Wow,” Y/N said, laughing bitterly. “You really think I’m obsessed with you?”

Kylian reached out, but she stepped back. “Y/N, wait—”

“No,” she said, her voice shaking. “I’ve had enough. Enjoy your summer, Kylian. And Inès.”

She turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, regret etched across his face.

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That night, Y/N lay in bed, replaying the conversation in her mind. She hated how things had spiraled, how years of friendship had unraveled in a matter of weeks.

But maybe this was how it was meant to be. People grow, they change, and sometimes, they drift apart.

As she stared at the ceiling, Y/N decided that she wouldn’t spend the rest of her summer dwelling on what she couldn’t change.

It hurt, but she knew she had to let go.

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They find out you had their Child pt. 2🐊 🚬🫧

Sanji, Crocodile and Law

⚠️ Warning: ⚠️ Tsundare Themes, mild Angst in one story and obsession in another. General Drama tho

Crocodile

"Crocodile you can't do that. It is not your place to keep me here and just have me as your house wife" You said offended, angry as Crocodile looked back at you with a amused smirk-

"Ssshh I got you I got you" You whispered softly. Gently rocking your son in your arms, fussy from his feeding and clearly wanting the world to hear about it.

It had been a few months since you'd given birth to your son, Kibo as Crocodile had named him. He was the light of your light and brought you more happiness then you could imagine.

Almost immediately after you'd given birth, Crocodile had taken you to his base having what was equivalent to a luxury pent house apartment set you for you.

And you'd been there since-

He would leave for a while, you assumed to whatever pirates do. But he'd return to you and Kibo always, finding it important to spend time with the two of you.

As you stood there, deep in your thoughts you didn't hear the sound of the door opening. Only falling from your daydream when a large hand hit the small of your back, snapping to see Crocodile peering down at you and the now quieting child.

"Oh hi Crocodile, Didn't exact you back already" You said softly, not wanting to get too loud and wake the baby.

"Of course- Dinner should be done soon as well and sent up. Is the lad alright?" He asked calmly, looking over his sons pink face and twisted pout.

"He's fine, Just fussy. Actually speaking of Kibo, I wanted to talk to you about something" You said rather cheerfully as Crocodile escorting you from the nursery and out to the lounge.

"I want to start working again soon anyway so a Nanny for Kibo may be nee-"

"Work? What Work?" He mused, you raising a brow at his words. His hand leaving your back as he had you take a seat.

"My Job- I have to return to work eventually"

"No you don't and no you're not" He stated calmly, you looking at him confused.

"And do tell, what are you going to do about it my love? Do you know where you are? Or even how you got here? I set everything up so you could never leave me again" He said, and it felt like ice had been injected in your veins. The Sinking feeling of realization hitting you.. this was once of the most dangerous pirates currently living, you we're without a home or income as well-

"So You are either going to stay here, play house with our son. Or I hire someone to watch over him till you come back to your senses and as you know, Im very persuasive~" He said calmly, staring down at you as you held Kibo close to your chest. The realization hitting you like a tsunami- he was going to drag you back here no matter what, When he came to your apartment that day it wasn't to just check on you.. it was the bring you back-

This wasn't love was it?..

This was obsession...

Gazing in his eyes you could see it now- Like he had found a treasure that he never intended to let go or have others risk finding. His Possessions-

Sanji

"Do you understand now mh flower?" He asked you calmly, seeing the way your eyes shifted as you thought through your options and finding non of them satisfying what your thoughts were.

A look of horror stretching over your face and Crocodile chuckled at this- Stepping towards you and kissing your forehead gently the smell of the tobacco making your eyes water a bit, or it was just tears welling.

"Sees like you do Darling" Your skin crawling at the feeling of his kiss as he stepped back and began to leave the room.

"I will return"

He said calmly, leaving you in the room as you heard Kibo start to cry in your arms as you stood there in shock-

This was your prison...

Sanji had been on cloud nine since he had found you and Sunaki. His Darling Girls- The loves of his life!

Law

The Chef of the Strawhats had been staying on your island for well over a month now. The new father wanting to soak in the joy of having his daughter- That and also spending time with you.

You weren't sure what he was trying to do, assuming you had just been a fling for him and nothing more- But you never expected to see the man trying so hard to woo you. Cooking dinners, gifts you knew he couldn't afford, the works.

That evening he invited you onto the ship, cooking you and Sunaki dinner and then helping you when the toddler inevitably got it all over herself.

The two of you sharing in the domestic bliss of bathing the squirming blonde toddler who was more interested in splashing the two of you then getting clean.

"Darling you gotta stop splashing Mommy" You giggled, Sunaki giving a loud squeal. Sanji who had his sleeves rolled up taking a cup of the warm water and carefully rinsing her blonde locks with a chuckle.

"I think that's all we're gonna get done (Y/N) without getting soaked ourselves- I'll grab a towel" He said calmly and went to steal the fluffiest towel on the ship to take the now mostly clean toddler. You grabbing some spare baby clothes Sanji kept for his time with her and a diaper.

Like a well oiled machine both of you worked to get Sunaki dressed, baby powdered, lotion on her face and ready to settle down for the night. Sanji holding her since she settled down faster in his arms-

"Thank you for dinner tonight Sanji"

Sanji smiled, a twinkle in his eyes as he held Sunaki who was hell bent on trying to use Sanji as a jungle gym.

"Of course (Y/N)"

Sanji sat before you, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and adoration as he held Sunaki in hid arms. He took a deep breath, gathering his nerves.

"So ive been thinking and Please hear me out (Y/N), but come with me. Join the Strawhats on the Thousand Sunny. I adore you, and I want you and Sunaki by my side, always-."

His words made your face warm and your heart swell at this. You searched his eyes for any hints of doubt or hesitation, but all you found was sincerity. Sunaki seeing the tension between her parents and squealing as she reached a hand up to grab some of her father's hair which she managed to dodge.

"I can't imagine having to wait two years out at sea and leave you and Sunaki behind- but it would be safer if you joined us! I swear it would be great" He insisted as he sat closer to you, Setting your daughter between the two of you.

"B-But Sanji I don't know.. I could be invading your ship and having me and some toddler on a pirate ship could be bad- Besides we aren't even together so they may not be up for-" Sanji stopped you dead in your tracks and kissed you suddently. Your face flushing as red as a tomato as you stared at him wide eyed.

"Then I'd marry you-! Your the only one I'd want to marry anyway! You gave me our daughter afterall!"

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, the weight of Sanji's words sinking deep into your being. To know that you were adored by someone as incredible.

"Really?-" You whisper out. Sanji smiking as he stood up then, Pulling you up to your feet and handing you Sunaki who was babbling randomly and excitedly at the world. Sanji rushing to Nami's room and you hear crashing and the sound of the red head screaming which drew a giggle from you-

Soon Sanji came back, a fresh black eye forming on him as he fell to his knee before you- His eyes no better then hearts at this point as he held out a beautiful gold ring out to you.

"Marry me (Y/N)- Please do me the honor of officially making me the happiest man on earth"

"We are having this talk. Now-" Law said evenly, you sighing heavily at realizing their really wasn't a way out now and didnt think arguing with him while in his little prison was in your best interest.

"Fine..." You said as you patted your hands on your clean scrubs before pushing him away from you to create some space- anxiety building in your chest. "What do you want to know?"

"Why didnt you tell me? You should have told me (Y/N)! I could have helped. Looked out for him- for all you know he"

"I am a medical physician just like you Law- I can watch for signs of the genetic illness just like you and on top of that it's not like your exactly an easy person to get ahold of" you said calmly, clearly taking some of the wind from his sails as he awkwardly stared at you for a moment.

"You're a RN not a doc-" The harsh glare shut him up quickly from saying that mistake and he backpeddled "It's just.. A boy should have his father at least and I would have helped you"

You impatiently crossed your arms over your chest as you waited for Law to figure out what to say.

"In that it may be good for him to come with me its far better fo-"

"Over my Dead Body-" You said sharply, His eyes locking onto yours as he clearly thought of your words. Carefully.

"There isn't a reason for-" You cut him off again with a harsh glare.

"Just because you have regret in not being in our child's life doesn't mean you get the right to take him away from me or push your own agenda onto him and this relationship" You hiss angrily making the Doctor sigh in annoyance.

"Why are you making this so difficult? I wish to be in the child's life in my way and make sure he isn't ill. I care about you as well-"

"Dont. You. Dare! You Gave that up- So don't you DARE act like it's me who is the problem here Law. You never wanted this do you remeber?" You hissed gesturing to yourself, your anger bleeding through which made Law blink at you in surprise.

Marching forward you jabbed your finger to his chest.

"I don't do well with things long term- Those were your exact words to me, we dated for less then a month just so you could get the edge off wothout having to pay for it" His face twisted in something that could only be guilt, seeing the anger in your eyes.

"So why in hell would you think I would tell you or bother to find your ass? Hm?"

Law was silent at this, staring at your face and seeing the rage painted on it.

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"Now release me- This conversation is done. If you want to see our kid then you have to go through the proper channels like every other deadbeat dad" You said still reeling from your anger. Law snapped his fingers and the room disapeared around the two of you- The man taking a step away from you.

"Fine... At least tell me his name (Y/N) and give me the chance. You forced me to he a so called 'deadbeat' by not telling me about him and despite what happened between us it shouldn't affect him" Law reasoned "Don't let your hatred of me deprive him of a father-"

You flinched at his words, rubbing your face as you knew this was on you- your anger making you slightly unreasonable.

"A-Ame.. His name Is Ame... and fine. You get one chance however- if you fuck up you leave us understand?" You clarify and the man gives a soft smile and nods.

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Helping stepdad!Joel with his tie

500 / stepdad!Joel x f!reader

Halloween Anon asked: The gif set of Pedro doing his tie makes me think of like stepdad! Joel or DBF!Joel dressing up as the devil or a vampire for Halloween and it gets hot. I needed to tell someone that. / gif from @pedgito / dbf version here

The last time you saw Joel in something other than joggers and a t-shirt was  Halloween.  You came over to ride with your Mom and Joel to a family friend’s Halloween party an hour away.  Your mom wasn’t really dressed up but had an angel halo and wings.  You were in a short, red, bat-print dress and fishnets.  You already sent him a snapchat earlier to which he sent a snap of his hand resting against an obvious bulge in his joggers with the caption,  “Jesus, you really need to wear that?” 

 “Joel, we’re gonna be late!” your Mom called upstairs, then asked you “Would you go see what’s taking him so long?” Meanwhile, your Mom went to take the dog for a walk. 

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You went up to their bedroom and saw Joel concentrating really hard trying to do his tie in the mirror.  Poor guy probably wears a tie less than once per year. You slinked up and hugged him from behind.    His shirt was stretched over his pecs.

“What are you doin’ in here?” he asked and shrugged you off, looking nervously at the door. 

“She’s walking the dog.  Told me to check on you. Can I help?” 

“No. Still don’t know why the hell you’re wearin’ that, either.”   You wrapped your arms around him again and watched in the mirror as he continued to struggle with the  tie.  He either didn’t want to shrug you off again or was concentrating too hard to care.  

You ran your hand up his stomach then grabbed a pec, and you watched in the mirror as a tent grew in his pants.   

“Can I help with that?”  You slid your other hand lower, but when you got to his belt, he turned around and said. “The tie.  Fine.  You can help with the tie.”  

You took one side of the tie in each hand and pulled him into you.  He looked straight up at the ceiling, getting his head out of the way.  You pressed your nose against his neck and inhaled his balmy aftershave, dragging your nose a few inches.  You felt something hard against your dress. 

“Let’s get on with it,” he said, glancing toward the door again. 

“You’re telling me,” you said. 

“With the tie.  Just finish the damn tie.” 

You finished the tie quite easily.  You started to flip the collar down then said “I kinda like it up.” 

“I look like a vampire with it up,” he replied.  You kind of liked the idea of secretly coordinating with him – you covered in bats, he as a vampire, same color scheme.

You pressed yourself up against him for a hug and he indulged you for a moment.  He inhaled your hair and ran his hand down the back of your dress, grabbing a handful of ass. The hard shape swelled against your dress and made you throb.    

The front door opened downstairs and your Mom was back with the dog. “ALL READY UP THERE?” she screamed.  

“Yep! All good,” you yelled back.  

He put down his collar and grabbed his devil horns which were actually pretty well done  You looked down at his pants and he rolled his eyes and adjusted himself before going downstairs.   

“You sure you need to wear that?” he murmured again on your way downstairs.