#HEART GOING BADUM BADUM BADUM

[pockcock]

@bluebellhairpin yOU MONARCH—

I swear the god, I'm living my best Jacegan dream.... mY HUSBANDS!!! MY GAY HUSBANDS!

Thank you so so so much for this incredible artwork, I'm crying-kicking my feet-trashing-exploding-imploding-barking. Your hands are carved by God herself, may she protect them from all the evil eyes 🧿🧿🧿

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Soft!Izana Headcanons

♡ SFW, gn reader, pure fluff, mentions of Tenjiku, au where Shinichiro took Izana (and Kakucho) in and raised them alongside Emma and Mikey + Izana met the members of Tenjiku in a different way because he didn't go to juvie ♡

note: In honor of this gorgeous man's birthday and because I pulled his fine ass on puzzreve recently 🤭

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Soft!Izana who invites you over to the Sano household whenever he's helping Emma with dinner because he wants you to see how useful he is.

Soft!Izana who tries to teach you how to play the guitar and has the brightest smile on his face when you get a chord right; also Soft!Izana whose fingertips are calloused from playing the guitar, but whose hands are extra gentle whenever he touches you.

Soft!Izana who tells you about his idea to form a separate gang from Black Dragons and asks for your help to design jackets for him and his friends.

Soft!Izana who's nervous to introduce you to Tenjiku (minus Kakucho because you already know him) and who stutters when he tells them that you're his partner.

Soft!Izana who holds his Tenjiku jacket over your head when it rains because both of you always forget your umbrellas.

Soft!Izana who takes you on motorcycle rides and escorts you to and from school (or work) every day because he's overprotective and worries about you a lot.

Soft!Izana who blushes profusely when you offhandedly call him pretty and is practically melting on the inside and hoping that you'll call him pretty more often.

Soft!Izana who can barely hold back his tears when you and Kakucho buy him a new guitar for his birthday, but reassures you that they're happy tears.

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Taglist

@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies @manji-hoe @southside-otaku @xxchthonicreaturexx @evergreen-endo @hanmaslilslut @dystop4in14nd @mysouleaten @mdsbabygirl

[beckybarnes]

Having a crush would ruin my life forever. howEVER—

[sweet-beezus]

Finally, I can decide on my Player's middle evolution yippee!!

[the-crow-binary]

So my Castlevania-filled brain thought "Isaac would probably be OVERJOYED if every Dracula ever were reunited in one room", so i drew it. Badly because i didn't have much more courage than that (ok there's not ALL of the Draculas, but you can imagine the other designs are somewhere off-screen)

Then i finished the first page, and thought "hold on. What if Mathias was there too and Isaac really didn't like him" and so came the second page. Why would Isaac would not like Mathias ? Well, clearly, he can NOT be compared to his Lord. He's not as tall, nor as powerful, and he doesn't even have FACIAL HAIR !! How dare he even STAND in the same room as them !! >:( (you can imagine his dismay if he were to ever meet Soma)

[one-winged-dreams]

Fyrakk is just out here collecting selfshippers like pop figures, cackling as he sets another one of us on the shelf.

GOD, IT'S SO FUCKING TRUE 😭

Of COURSE they'd make the fire Incarnate especially hot, OF COURSE.

YOU SHOULD HEAR HIM LAUGH WHEN YOU DO THE /KISS THING, IT DESTROYED ME.

[localdryadfaggot]

Am I having an anxiety attack or is my heart just too powerful for my mortal shell?

[royai]

happy holidays to this person only

[thecelestialentities]

our ps is zoro ❤️

Franky: [holding up an antique bottle] Is this whiskey or perfume?

Zoro: [Grabs the bottle and chugs the whole thing] Perfume

[majorasfate]

I concur, pretty 👉👈🥺😳

aaaaAAA thank you anon 😭💕💕

[allaboutsturns]

ɪ ᴡɪꜱʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ (ᴘ2)

matthew sturniolo x reader

warnings/content: angst, car crash, mentions of death, mentions of needles, mentions of hospital, serious injuries, mentions of respiratory tubes, very sad triplets.

summary: the triplets watched from the middle of the road as your vehicle flipped in the intersection at the end of their street. each of their minds raced with thoughts. would nick ever get to share a spa night with you again? would chris ever get to have another sleepover with you? would matt ever get to apologize for hurting you? would he ever get to kiss you again, hold you again?

• 2:10am

matt, nick, and chris stood in the middle of the road in front of their shared house, looking after you as you sped off towards the intersection at the end of the street.

the three of them turned to walk back inside, each of them feeling defeated, matt especially, but that was before they heard the screeching of tires against the asphalt as they fought for friction.

matt was the first to turn, followed by chris, and then nick. immediately, without hesitation, matt starts sprinting towards the scene unfolding in front of him. nick and chris are following closely behind him.

the adrenaline coursing through matt’s veins sobers him completely, ridding his body of any trace of alcohol. his eyes begin to pool with tears that begin to fall from his eyes and fly back in the direction of the wind that he felt he was fighting to get through.

he took in shaky breaths, the cool air nipping at his lungs with each inhale. he could barely hear anything other than his own heart beat which echoed through his mind.

badum. badum. badum.

he heard the muffled screams and desperate sobs of his brothers from behind him, but it didn’t register. all that mattered to him in that moment was getting to you as quickly as possible.

badum. badum. badum.

finally, after what felt like a lifetime, he reached the intersection and threw himself to the ground right in front of the drivers side door, his bare knees hitting the pavement. he barely flinched from the pain though. he could barely feel it.

badum. badum. badum.

he began trying to pry open the door which separated himself from you. soon after he had managed to reach your flipped car, his brothers managed to reach it too. they threw themselves onto the pavement just as matt had, and immediately went to help him pry the door away.

the smell of gasoline flooded their noses, sending shocks of fear throughout their bodies, “matt, we have to get her out now!!” nick yelled through tears, his throat sore with a ripping sadness.

badum. badum. badum.

matt didn’t acknowledge his brother, he couldn’t. he didn’t even know either of them had spoken. he yanked at the door, praying that the hinges which held it in place would snap so he could pull you from the car.

snap.

the hinges did exactly as he prayed. they snapped, releasing their firm grip on the separation they had created. the three boys dragged the heavy door away from its frame, nick and chris dragging it a couple inches away.

matt had immediately gone back to you, frantically reaching for the buckle of your seatbelt, and in one fell swoop, he clicked the button which released the seatbelt from its prison, and quickly grabbed you and dragged you out of the car before you hit your head on the asphalt and injured yourself more.

he dragged himself back with one hand, scooting as far back as he could, holding onto you tightly, making sure to not let you go this time.

as soon as he was a relatively safe distance from the flipped car, it ignited into flames, a bright orange illuminating the world around them.

matt frantically looked from the car, down to you. you were laying lifelessly in his arms. he brushed the hair away from your face with the palm of his hand, gently. your hair was tangled with a mix of dry blood and shards of glass. some glass had managed to plant itself into matt’s hand when he brushed the hair out of your face.

the breath in his throat came to a halt as he saw your face. there were deep cuts scattered across your skin and dark bruises that bit at your beautiful face.

“stay with me, baby.. please stay with me…” he managed to squeeze out through sobs as he pulled you into him as closely as he possibly could, gravity pulling your limp arms back towards the ground, your soft fingers brushing the asphalt.

nick was frantically searching for a pulse in your wrist while chris sat completely frozen beside matt, tears ruthlessly running down his face as he rocked back and forth.

finally, the ambulance arrived. the boys would never be able to tell you when they got their because they were so stuck in one moment of time.

the paramedics quickly but gently placed you onto a gurney and wheeled you into the back of the ambulance. matt got into the back of the ambulance in complete and utter shock.

nick and chris would have gotten into the ambulance as well, but there was no room, so instead they would have to resort to ordering an uber.

-

• 2:40am

the paramedics rushed through the doors to the hospitals emergency room, matt holding on tightly to your hand as if his life depended on it. he was scared that if he let go, you would disappear.

“we need some help over here!” one of the paramedics shouted. almost immediately, a couple doctors and a about three nurses ran over and guided the gurney that you lay on to an unoccupied hospital room.

matt just stared at your face as one of the nurses gently removed your hand from his grip, guiding him outside of the hospital room. he couldn’t even react, he was too shocked.

the nurse rushed back into the room and shut the door behind her, “she’s got a faint pulse! someone get a damn crash cart!” one of the doctors yelled urgently.

beep. beep. beep.

matt could faintly hear the imitation of your weak heartbeat on the monitor through the door. he put his back against the hospital wall right next to the door, incapable of moving to the waiting room.

beep. beep. beeeeeeeeeeep.

“we’re losing her!” another doctor yelled. through ringing ears, matt heard the muffled flatline on the monitor, signaling that your heart had stopped. signaling that you were gone and that he’d never get to fix what he had said to you last. never get to try and mend what he broke. he fell to the floor pulling his knees to his chest and hiding his face in them, sobs escaping his lips as his lungs fought for air.

all he could think about was everything he would never be able to do now, everything he’d never be able to fix. he remembered all the plans the two of you had. he would never get to kiss you again, never get to hug you again, never get to please you again. he would never get to hold you and run his hands through your hair, and it was all his fault. all because he told a lie. he never cheated. the only reason he had been distancing himself from you was because he was stressed and his anxiety was through the roof, that also being the reason he was at the bar so much the past few nights. if anything, anytime a girl even looked at him, he would walk over to them and brag about how amazing his girlfriend was and how bad he felt about how he was treating her recently.

nick and chris pushed through the door to the hospital, frantically looking around for a sign of you or matt.

“nick, over there!” chris said to his brother, his voice cracking from the soreness in his throat. nick and chris ran to matt and when they reached him, they heard it.

beeeeeeeeeeeep.

“no…” chris whispered, covering his mouth with one of his hands, tears managing to escape his eyes once again. nick just stood there, his hands at his sides, completely frozen and unable to mutter a word.

chris fell to the floor beside matt and buried his face into his brothers shoulder, soon after nick did the same. all three of their bodies heaved up and down with each shaky, unfulfilling breath that they took.

each of their minds were racing with memories that they had with you. you may have been matt's girlfriend, but you were family to all of them. you had always been equally as involved with nick and chris as you were with matt.

nicks sobs grew louder as his thoughts wandered. you always knew how to make him laugh only in a way that his brothers had ever made him laugh. anytime he texted you alerting you that he was upset, you would read the message and immediately be bursting through his bedroom door with snacks and nail polish in hand, ready to cheer him up. you and nick had a weekly spa night, you would paint each others faces with a face mask and put a movie on the tv while you waited for them to dry. nick would always lay on your chest and listen to your heartbeat as you watched the movie together, it was comforting to him. you were his best friend and practically his sister and he loved you so much. he couldn't help but think about how two nights prior would be the last time he ever listened to your heartbeat, the last time he ever watched a movie with you, the last time he ever painted your face with a green face mask.

chris shook as he tried to scoot as closely to matt as he could. you had always had a soft spot for chris. he was like a little brother to you even though he was older. you loved him so much and he loved you. you were the only person he allowed himself to be completely vulnerable around, he trusted you entirely. you couldn't count the amount of times on two hands that he cried in your arms when he became too overwhelmed because he couldn't focus or complete the task at hand without getting sidetracked. almost every night chris would have a sleepover with you because you kept his nightmares at bay. you were his best friend and he loved you entirely. he couldn't stand the thought of you being gone, he didn't even want to imagine it. what would he do? who would he go to?

-

• 3:10am

all of the nurses and doctors had left the hospital room by now except for one. the final doctor stepped out of the room quietly, leaving the door open a crack, and looked down at the three boys who had fallen asleep due to exhaustion, their bodies had been working too hard in the short period of time that these events were occurring. the doctor frowned, sympathy washing over his features as he looked at the boys. they looked tired and definitely not at peace. their sleep looked painful and restless, each of their faces were red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears.

atter a minute or two had passed, the doctor reached a hand down and gently patted matt's head to wake him, "hey buddy," he said gently.

matt's eyes shot open and he started frantically looking around, confused as to where he was at. as soon as he remembered what was going on and where he was at, immediate tears welled in his eyes.

beep. beep. beep.

matt's eyes widened when he heard the beep of the heart monitor coming from your room. he pushed himself up off the ground quickly, which woke his brothers up, and he ran past the doctor into the room.

he paused for a moment when he saw all the tubes connected to you and the iv's in your arms. finally, he shook the thoughts away and ran to your side, grabbing your hand gently in his and placing a kiss to it.

nick and chris followed closely behind matt and ran to the other side of the bed, both of them taking your other hand in theirs gently.

"it's gonna be okay.. you're gonna be okay," matt whispered to you, unsure if you could hear him or not.

-

• 10:01am

sunlight shone through the gaps of the blinds into the hospital room, painting the room a light yellow color.

your eyes opened slowly, so slowly that it would've been painful to watch. immediately you felt pain shoot through your body, but it was gentle pain. the meds the doctors had put you on numbed it almost entirely.

you looked to each side of you at your boys. nick and chris on the right and matt on the left. they were all asleep, their heads laying gently on parts of your body. they looked peaceful. worried, but peaceful. you coughed a little when you tried to speak, unaware of the tubes that were in your mouth. you were too tired to fight the tubes, too tired to panic.

instead, you gently rubbed both of your thumbs back and forth against the soft skin of nick, chris, and matt's hands.

matt was the first one awake, almost as if he had sensed you were awake. immediately he was planting the most gentle kisses to your head and face in spots that weren't as visibly injured as the others. you weakly smiled as best you could at him, completely ignoring the argument that you and him just had. that was the least of your worries now.

almost dying made you realize you never wanted to lose any of them, not over anything. you knew you could work things out with matt and he knew he would do everything in his power to fix what he broke.

nick and chris were awake a couple minutes after matt, all three of them had tears of happiness building in their eyes.

nothing mattered in this exact moment. nothing at all, except that you were going to be okay. you weren't going to leave them.

you and nick would get to make more spa night memories and you'd get the opportunity to help him when he was sad.

you would be able to be a lighthouse for chris, a comfort person. he wasn't going to lose his best friend, his safety net. he would get to cry into your arms and have sleepovers after a nightmare with you again.

you and matt would be able to fix things and finish everything you had planned together, make more memories and share more love. pain came with the territory but you knew you two would always find a way to work through it.

you were family to two of them, and to the other, well you were the love of his life. none of them wanted to lose you, not now and not ever, and you didn't want to lose them either.

you may not share their blood, but you share their happiness, their sadness, their anger. you share their love, and that was all that mattered. that's what made them so important to you.

today you lay in a bed with tubes and wires connected to you, but in a month you lay in bed with nick while your face masks dry. in a month you hold chris in your arms while he cries because he's so overwhelmed. in a month you kiss matt lovingly and hold his face gently in your hands.

today you hurt, but in a month you will continue to make memories with your boys.

divider by: @/Kafekitsune

ERMMM i'm crying wtf.

this is my SECOND time writing this because the first time the draft DIDNT SAVE and it had like 2000+ words. i cried many tears. hopefully you guys like thissss!! ¡ probably wont do a part 3 but if you guys absolutely want it i will! the support on my page the past 2 days has been insane and i love you guys so much and am so grateful!!

- ace <3

tags: @whoisabbyysblog @mattyblover07 @b2cute @samandcolbyfan22 @norr1ssturni0lo @sturnlover4eva @sturniololover-09

[b4bybunz]

Break a Sweat

Choso Kamo & Portgas D. Ace X Reader (mdni)

Content Warnings !!!!

*Threesome, p in v, hair pulling, squirting, degradation kink, praise kink, strangers, size kink, fingering, pussy smacking, dog gy style, side position, releasing on face, cum eating, both holes filled

Word count: 2000-ish

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

(A/n: I had to keep taking breaks writing ts, also it’s not proofread.)

ENJOY MY HEARTS!!!!

“Have a chance to win a workout with the both of us.” Choso says.

“And see these abs in person.” Ace flexes his body.

Your two favorite weightlifters, Choso Kamo and Portgas D. Ace. Oh the things you’d do to them in person, that’s why you absolutely had to be the winner. And that’s what you were, the winner. 20 different instagram accounts later.

Your hair was in a half up half down with pigtails to match Choso’s and a skin tight pink workout set. You knew you weren’t going to actually workout, just ogle them as they demonstrate. You couldn't help but imagine the things they could do to you as you drove to their warehouse gym.

Badum…Badum…the heartbeat downstairs was powerful.

You waited in your car and made sure your lips were glossed and you looked good before stepping out of your car and walking in.

“Hi!” You said as you walked in.

Both of the muscular men turned their attention to you.

“Hey!” Ace said as he walked towards you.

Choso waved, he was immediately caught off guard with the fact that you were absolutely stunning. From your smile, skin, body, and the way you walked.

“Are you ready to workout?” Ace asked as he gave you a side hug.

“Yeah, I just need to stretch.” You smile.

“Do you need help with that?” Choso asks boldly.

“Honestly, yeah.” You set your bag down and he motions for you to come here.

“Lay down.” He tells you and you listen.

Choso starts by lifting your leg to stretch it out.

“You’re very flexible.” Ace comments.

“Good for certain activities.” You laugh and watch Choso’s reaction.

“You flirting with me?” Ace asks.

“Maybe.” You say before grunting.

Choso brings your knees to your chest stretching your lower back.

“Sorry, I got curious.” He says before letting you bring your legs back down.

I guess Choso explored that curiosity by stretching you in very questionable positions. You wanted him to stretch you out in other ways too.

“Let’s warm up now, right here y/n.” Ace directs you to stand in front of him facing the mirror. “20 jumping jacks, together.”

Choso observes the way that your chest bounced; he wasn't trying to make it seem like a secret either. There was no denying the feeling of Ace’s dick against your ass each time you did a rep. You knew right then that you had both of them, you just had to break them someway.

“20 up downs now.” He told you and you bent over then jumped up 20 times just like he said.

“Alright, you're good.” He laughed a little.

“What’s funny?” You ask.

“Just a little excited, that’s all.” He flashes a smile. “Before we get started, what motivates you? Degradation, praise, rewards?” He asks.

“All of the above.” You look him dead in his eyes.

“Thought so.”

You were now laid on the bench about to bench press when Choso’s standing over your head spotting you and Ace is standing over your torso helping to spot you as well. You didn’t know who to look at first.

“10 reps, go.” Choso says.

The first three were easy, but then your arms began to get tired.

“Tired already? This is what you signed up for right?” Choso asked.

“Yes.” You grunt out.

“Then quit crying.” He says as you're grunting to get the 4th rep up.

“Good girl.” Ace says, making you gasp. “Keep going.”

“Can’t.” You say.

“Looks like you don’t want this dick then.” Choso says boldly.

That alone made you power through the set.

“Such a slut, the only thing that motivates you is dick.” He smiles down at you.

“Get through this second rep and you can get your reward, pretty girl.” Ace says wanting the attention back on him.

“Okay.” You nod before pushing through the second set.

As you're doing your second set you can see Choso’s bulge growing and twitching in his shorts, as well as Ace’s growing tent in his shorts. Both looked equally as large. Maybe it was the way you grunted and whined during each rep. Or it was just the mere fact that you were beneath both of them.

“Good girl, you did such a good job for me.” Ace helped you up before suddenly kissing your lips. You were breathing hard but that didn’t stop you from kissing him back. Your hands went up his shirt rubbing his toned abs before Choso pulled you towards him by your neck and began kissing you passionately. Choso took your hand and rubbed it down his chest and and to his bulge making you gasp, feeling how it throbbed for you.

“You want it?” He asked and you nodded. “Use your words and tell me where you want it.” His hands held your throat.

“I want it inside of me.” You smiled.

In the same breath Choso bent you over the bench press stripping your shorts and panties off of you.

“Spread your legs.” He instructed you.

Choso didn’t waste any time inserting his fingers inside of you. The squelching sound surprised both Ace and Choso. Tight, and wet. The perfect combination. His fingers plunged deep inside making you grind your hips down to the base of his fingers.

“So needy.” Choso pulled his fingers out and smacked your pussy making your body jerk.

“Stop teasing her, and fuck her. Give her the reward she deserves.” Ace sits on a folding chair in front of you.

You look up at him with doe eyes, and then down at his dick. The big tent makes you salivate and daydream about how good it’d-

“Fuck!” You gasp feeling Choso’s hard dick stretch your walls.

“Pay attention.” He tells you before thrusting slowly.

His dick stretches you wide, making your back arch against the bench. Hearing the way your pussy squelches from each thrust makes Ace harder. It was difficult for him to resist touching himself, especially looking at the face you were making.

“Holy shit.” Choso grunts out, pinning you down for him to use.

His hips begin pounding you harder, making your moans get louder. His hips slapping against your ass making loud claps echo throughout the entire gym.

“You’re taking it like a champ, baby.” Ace coos making you moan in response. “Looks like you need more though.”

Ace pulls his pants down enough for his dick to spring out. And he sits at the edge of the chair.

“Open wide, like a good slut.”

You open your mouth and stick out your tongue as Choso’s fucking you so deep and rough. Ace slaps his tip against your tongue before sliding his dick deep down your throat.

“Damn baby. Shit.” He groans, feeling how tight your throat is squeezing him. You go to grab the base of his dick and begin sucking before he shakes his head. “No hands, let me fuck this tight throat.” Ace says before thrusting in and out of your throat slowly.

You drool all over his cock feeling him fuck your brains out.

“Gag on it baby, fuck.” He grips your pigtails holding your head in place.

“Mmph!” You moan feeling Choso’s fingers suddenly toying with your clit.

You felt so full having both ends filled up by two big cocks. The feeling of being used by two big men aroused you even more, and Choso could feel it with the way your pussy gushed on his fingers and the floor.

“Making such a mess on this floor, maybe I should make you clean it up.” Choso grips your shoulder needing more leverage to pound your g-spot.

“Mm!” Your scream muffles around Ace’s dick as your hand reaches back for Choso.

“Right there?” Choso asks you.

“Mhm!” You moan.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Ace teases you and pushes his dick deeper down your throat bringing tears to your eyes.

Your legs began shaking and spasming while Choso continued to hit your g-spot. You still tried to get him to slow down, but Choso grabbed your wrists and held them behind your back. Holding your wrists with both hands allowed him to just go ham on your pussy bringing you both to your orgasm. He pulled out and came all over your asscheeks, glazing them like donuts. Ace pulled his dick out of your throat after cumming. You had no choice but to swallow with the way he came so deep down your throat.

“She’s still shaking.” Choso commented on your twitching legs.

Your pussy juices leaked down your legs while drool mixed with Ace’s pre-cum dropped down your face.

“We’re not done yet though. We still have a workout to finish.” Ace’s large hand grabbed your face.

“Can you finish, beautiful?” His thumb swiped your bottom lip.

“Yes.” You croaked out as your legs still shook.

“We still have to stretch you out.” Ace led you to the mat and laid you on your side. “Lift that leg up for me.” He left your leg to the point it was almost touching your ear using your flexibility to his advantage.

“Fuck.” You groan feeling his dick rub between your sensitive folds.

Ace winced feeling his dick get harder as he teased your wet, creamy, hole before he just took what he wanted. His dick curved right into that G-spot that Choso’s constantly rammed into you. Ace was hitting that spot even more, making you scream already.

“I’m barely even moving, sweetheart.” He teases in your ear before actually thrusting like how he would.

“You’re just so big!” You moan out.

“And you’re taking it so good, baby. Letting me stretch this pretty pussy out.” Ace says in your ear as he’s pounding you into the floor.

You moan out loudly, grabbing at Ace’s hips before Ace throws your leg over his shoulder and holds it as he starts pounding your faster.

“Look at you taking that dick so fucking good.” Choso motions to the mirror that Ace was fucking you in front of.

In the mirror you could see Choso stroking his dick that was already hard again.

“Isn’t she pretty?” Ace smiles before biting his lip.

Hearing him praise you gave you shivers down your spine.

“Mhm.” Choso winces as he starts stroking himself faster with his dick right in front of your face.

“Let me, Cho.” You manage to get out through whimpers.

As you’re taking Ace’s cock you begin stroking and sucking Choso’s balls making his body hunch over you. The way you sucked his balls and rubbed your hand all over his dick felt like heaven. From a first impression he would’ve never guessed how much of a nasty slut you’d be.

“I’m gonna cum~” He moans out.

“Mmmm~” You hum as you continue to suck on his balls before you pull your mouth off of them with a pop.

As soon as your lips come off of him, Ace begins absolutely pounding into your pussy. He wanted your attention back on him and it was.

“Oh shit!” You moan out.

Your chest begins to heave up and down as you approach your orgasm.

“Fuck. Look at how I’m stretching this fucking pussy. Oh my god!” Ace moans with a slight whine in his voice.

You begin babbling nonsense while he’s fucking your roughly into the ground and Choso uses your hand to stroke his own dick.

“I’m gonna cum!” You scream out.

“Me too.” They both say.

It wasn’t a moment wasted before the three of you came at once. Choso released on your face and Ace on your thigh. After cumming your legs wouldn’t stop shaking. It felt like you were still cumming moments after.

It’s safe to say you did break a sweat, but not in the traditional way.

[eggo-tistical]

HEAD IN MY HANDS I LOVE. YOUR ART THE FEEL OF THIS PIECE RUPTURES MY BONES ITS TEARING ME APART IM REVVING UP LIKE A LAWNMOWER /POS

Great heavens above they are gay

[yandere-romanticaa]

Here are some crumbs about yandere mortician! From now on, his name is Viktor. (I'll make a detailed post about him, his personality, looks later, I promise.)

masterlist.

Viktor can often be seen with headphones in his ears, his expression neutral and eyes glazed over with a sheen of nothingness. When he's spotted in public people want to give him the benefit of doubt and say he's just lost in his own world, consumed by the sound of music. Perhaps he's just so in tune with the lyrics, maybe they speak to him on a level which people often seek out when listening to music. His playlist is filled with all sorts of songs - be it long ballads, cheesy love songs, generic pop, heavy metal, screamo, classical music, frankly some songs you wouldn't even expect someone like him wouldn't even listen at all(a la WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion).

Even while working, Viktor likes to have something playing in the background. His co-workers often joke about his music taste but he just shrugs them off without saying anything. It's all just a rollercoaster, a complete mess but he likes it that way. It's fun to be on his toes.

Truthfully, Viktor never liked music. He never bothered paying attention to the lyrics nor the meaning or even the tune of the song.

He simply can't stand the silence.

Viktor is a walking contradiction - he dislikes most people and yet wishes to be a part of them. He wants to be someone. But he doesn't know how to do that. His way of coping became listening to music. He even learned to play some instruments growing up, thinking that maybe someone would take a liking to him.

Even so, no one bothered with him. He was still a nobody.

Some did admire him, from a safe distance at least. His aura was black as charcoal and posture stiff as a board. Even if one dared to look at him for too long it felt like Viktor would pluck their eyes out if he caught them looking.

Perhaps he would. He wasn't sure either.

The sounds had no meaning to him. It was all used to cover up the silence, pure white noise. Nothing more, nothing less.

All of that came to a screeching halt once he met you, his tiny piece of sunshine.

You'd go through his playlist, sometimes scoffing, sometimes liking the things you saw. His eccentric side never failed to amuse you. Amongst that jungle you'd ask him who his favorite artists were, if he had anyone specific he liked.

Viktor said the names of some random artists he thought you fancied yourself. He wanted you to like him.

His answer ultimately did not matter in the end as you would still recommend some of your own personal favorite songs to him. Viktor promised he'd give them a listen as soon as he could.

Later that evening, he was hard at work. As he was putting on his coat he turned towards his phone and reached towards it, slightly eager to see what you had in store for him. The song played quietly in the background as gently rain tapped against the window, giving the morgue a more tranquil feel than it ought to have. The person on his table tonight was an old man who presumably died of a heart attack earlier this morning.

Poor soul. That was all he could bother to say.

The evening went on as it usually did but Viktor could not stop thinking about you. His sweet little sunshine, he was so touched by the fact that you bothered to go so far for him. He could feel his heart racing as unfamiliar butterflies started to flutter in his chest.

Badum. Badum. Badum.

If he wasn't careful he would be the next one to die of a heart attack.

The music got a bit louder as it reached the chorus, its tune almost perfectly in sync with his heart. He hadn't even realized that he started to sway his hips gently. Left, right, left right.

It felt like the correct thing to do.

Viktor also picked up the sound of a male voice humming which was odd, considering the fact that the singer of the song was a woman. He nearly dropped his scalpel as he realized that the one who was humming was him, not someone else, him.

For the first time in his life, Viktor bothered to pay attention to the song. The singer detailed her undying feelings for her lover, promising herself to them and them only.

Viktor thought about you the entire time. He never fancied himself as a dancer but if he could, he would want nothing more than to dance with you.

Would you want to dance with him?

For the first time in his life, Viktor found joy in the music he listened to. And it was all thanks to his sunshine.

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hi dear! how you doing? please don't goo to crazy! could i request maybe a blurb or hc about leon and reader in a silly misunderstanding? like maybe they're friends and the whole situation gets them to confess? lol

A convenient misunderstanding

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

Summary: Leon thinks you are in love with someone else.

Author's Notes: hey anon, i am okay, how about you? you are so sweet, thank you so much! i made this angsty, silly and cute, so i hope you like it!

requests are open for leon, carlos, poly leon/carlos! | my leon's masterlist

You and Leon have been friends for a couple of years. It felt longer since Leon knew you better than anyone: your favorite flavor of ice cream, the temperature of your shower (not too hot, not too cold), the favorite episode of your comedy tv show, the playlist on his phone that has your name, with songs chosen by you. He cares about all the little things that matter to you because Leon likes to see you happy.

So, of course, you tell yourself you can't fall in love with him because you can't lose a friend like that, but the heart does what it wants, and in a couple of months, you realize you are doomed. Hard.

You keep those feelings bottled up for the good of your relationship, but it gets too much. So much so that Friday night, when Leon arrives at your house to watch the ridiculous-comedy-bad movie night, he finds you miserable by the sofa.

"Hey, what is wrong?"

You sniffle before you answer, opening your arms and searching for his warmth. Leon's hands immediately pull you to him, his eyes staring at you, worried. Leon looks like he is about to kill whatever made you upset.

"I think I like someone I shouldn't, Leon."

The weight of your admission heavily weighs on Leon's chest, and you can feel him freezing. His voice sounds low and almost fearful when he answers.

"Must be a lucky guy. Do I know him?"

"Yeah, you do."

Leon lets go of you, a sad smile on his face, and gently taps your chin. You really, really want to tell him, but you can't. Leon also doesn't pressure, bringing you close to him and kissing the top of your head.

Because Leon Kennedy knows exactly who that man is. His and your best friend, Luis Serra. Leon couldn't blame you: Luis always made you laugh the hardest, and Leon saw the happiness of being around him in your eyes. Leon had no hopes it was him, for more than he desired from the bottom of his heart.

"You should tell him," Leon whispers, his heart breaking a million pieces. You sigh, nodding, holding into his shirt.

So the next time Leon meets you is at a small friend gathering; the first thing Leon notices is you and Luis talking, separated from the others. He tries to be happy for you, and he indeed does, but when Luis pulls you into a hug, Leon can't bear to watch it anymore, so he leaves to the front of the house, ignoring Claire's calls for his name.

No one comes looking for him for a while, and Leon stays alone watching the stars. Soon, he hears footsteps behind him, and you join him, a drink in your hands and an adorable smile on your face. You look happy. Leon looks to the stars again, ignoring the pain in his heart but, at the same time, trying to be content for you.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Claire told me to come get you. She said you left without saying anything."

"Needed some air," Leon answers straight. You are surprised by his harsh tone but don't argue. You two stay in silence for a bit until you speak again.

"Remember our conversation last Friday? About the guy I liked?"

Badum. Badum. No, please, Leon thinks, a pain deep inside his chest that he feels spreading in his soul. He really doesn't want to hear about you and Luis now, but he doesn't want to break your heart.

"I saw. Congratulations," Leon answers, crossing his arms to hide his shaky hands.

"What?"

"You and Luis. I saw. Congratulations. I am happy you confessed." Leon tried again, and you looked confused.

"Me and Luis? What are you talking about, Leon?"

"I saw you hugging him at the party?" Leon tries again, glancing at you. You still look confused, holding the cup tightly in your hands. He sighs, "Look, I am sorry, but I don't really want to hear it. I am glad you and Luis are together now, but it would be just too much for me."

"Me and Luis aren't together? What are you talking about? Nothing is going on between me and Luis!" You try to argue. Leon keeps talking over you, too absorbed and letting his feelings out, and you two end up talking over each other.

"—but, I can't, I can't see you two together. I am sorry, this is so cowardly on my part, and this is stupid, but I love you, okay? So there."

"Luis and I aren't together because the man I love is you!"

Silence. You and Leon stop, asking at the same time again.

"Did you just—?"

"Leon, did I hear—?"

Silence again, and the realization kicks in for both of you. You look down, embarrassed, your heart pounding in your chest. Leon blushes, trying to understand where he got everything wrong.

"Wait, but you told me you were in love."

"I never said it was Luis, Leon. You assumed."

"Right."

You raise your head to find your best friend completely taken back. He notices you looking at him and attempts to smile, and you close off the distance between you two, his arms going over your body as you cup his cheeks to look at you.

"You are the one I love, Leon Kennedy. I didn't say it before because I was afraid. I didn't and don't want to lose you."

"You aren't losing me. I am yours forever now." Leon whispers, rubbing your cheek. Your whole body vibrates with happiness, and when you two finally kiss, there is a sudden cheering behind you.

You and Leon separate, startled, his arms surrounding you protectively. It is your group friends, most noticeably Luis in the front, the one clapping the loudest and cheering, "Finally!" You hide your face in Leon's shoulder.

"They are never letting go of this, right?"

"Never." Leon doesn't care one bit. As long as he has you in his arms, he will be fine.

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Commander Dameron & Captain Fluff

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Notes: This post contains a baby Poe Dameron story and a Baby Poe bot inspired on my writing to play with!

No warnings, all fluff *badum tss*, slight angst at the end, this story happens roughly around a year before Poe loses his mom 😥, the first order wasn't stablished at this point of the star wars story, the remanants of the empire were still around.

A/N: English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there’s any mistakes.

Word Count: 2k~

Poe had been busying himself for the past hour before sleep time, getting ready for his next mission, his room, or, as he liked to call it, “the rebel command base.” Was mostly a cozy space with toys, books, and blankets, but today, it had transformed into a high-tech cockpit in the heart of the galaxy. Poe’s bed had become the control panel, and every pillow around him was a part of his imaginary X-wing.

At the center of it all was Poe himself, 6-year-old pilot extraordinaire, ready to take on the remnants of the Galactic Empire. Wearing his favourite pilot pyjamas, and little pilot helmet, he had by his side his faithful co-pilot, Captain Fluff—his tooka doll, that was made by none other than the person he loved the most on this galaxy, his mother, celebrating the colours of the rebellion, orange and white, and also Poe’s favourites. Together, they were ready to save the galaxy.

“Alright, Captain Fluff!” Poe, with his little proud leading voice turned his head around to give his doll a serious nod. “Systems are a go!” He tapped the edge of his bed with imaginary buttons, making a few beep and bloop sounds with his mouth. Then, gripping his “steering stick”—a makeshift cube out of carton he painted with the help of his dad—Poe prepared for liftoff.

“Engines roaring!” he muttered, making a deep, growling noise in his throat to mimic the sound of his ship’s thrusters. “Powering up!” He twisted his stick to the right, leaning his whole body to the side as if he were really taking off. “And... we’re airborne!”

Swooshing into the sky, Poe imagined the mission ahead of him. “Captain Fluff, TIE fighters up ahead!” he shouted with urgency, looking at the far corner of his room where he could almost see the enemy ships closing in on them. “The Empire is catching up, but they don’t stand a chance against us!”

Poe leaned left, pretending to dodge a volley of imaginary lasers. “Hold on tight, Captain! Shields up!” He could feel the intensity of the battle as he twisted the controllers with all his might, making “vroom vroom” sounds as he imagined himself manoeuvring through space. “We gotta go faster if we want to get outta here, send all the power to the back thrusters” he said, his voice becoming loud and energetic as he stood up and bounced on his bed.

His gaze narrowed as he spotted a particular “enemy” ship. “Look! There’s the lead TIE fighter!” He pointed at the empty spot in the room, eyes widening with excitement. “That’s the one that’s been causing all the trouble! Let’s take it down, Captain!”

With a determined and loud “pew pew!” Poe pretended to fire at the enemy ship. He cheered, bouncing excitedly on his knees as he added a few more sound effects. “Direct hit! We got ’em, Captain!” He grinned, reaching over to high-five his tooka doll little paw. “Great shot, partner! The Alliance and New Republic are counting on us, and we’re not letting them down!”

As Poe continued his daring space battle, fully immersed in his mission to take down the Empire, he didn’t hear the quiet footsteps approaching his room. His father, Kes, stood in the doorway, arms folded with an amused smile, watching his son’s serious little face as he dodged imaginary lasers and manoeuvred his X-wing around the “battlefield.” Kes stayed silent for a few moments, letting Poe play and have the thrill of his heroic mission for a little bit longer.

But eventually, Kes cleared his throat and spoke up. “Looks like the galaxy’s safest it’s been in a long time with you around, Poe.”

Poe gasped, spinning around on his bed with wide eyes, not expecting his dad to be standing there. “Dad! Did you see? We just took down the whole Empire fleet!” He beamed, holding up Captain Fluff as if to prove his achievement. “Captain Fluff and I—we’re the best team in the Alliance!”

Kes chuckled as he walked into the room, taking in the "cockpit" Poe had set up on his bed—pillows arranged like seats, a makeshift steering stick, and, of course, Captain Fluff the tooka doll stationed by Poe's side. He nodded approvingly, hands on his hips. "I see you've got things all set up here. And I’d say you and Fluff are two of the finest pilots out there. But even the best pilots need their rest if they want to be ready for their next mission." He raised an eyebrow, giving Poe a knowing look. "So, what do you say, Captain? Time to head back to base?”

Poe’s face grew serious, his smile fading as he clutched his steering stick a little tighter. “Dad, I’m the Commander, remember? Fluff is the Captain,” he corrected, puffing his chest out proudly.

Kes held up his hands in surrender, trying to hide a smile. “My apologies, Commander. Didn’t realise you’d been promoted, but like I said, it's time to rendezvous and call off the mission for today.”

He clutched his makeshift steering stick a little tighter, shaking his head. “But, Dad! What if they come back? We have to be ready!” He glanced at his tooka doll with a serious expression, then back up at his dad. “The galaxy’s counting on us!”

Kes smiled and sat down at the edge of the bed, looking at Poe with soft eyes. “And the galaxy will still be here when you wake up, I promise. The best pilots know when it’s time to refuel and rest up for the next big fight. That’s how your mom does it, you know.”

Poe’s eyes lit up at the mention of his mom, Shara. He glanced down thoughtfully, still holding his steering stick. “Really? Do you think… one day I’ll be as good a pilot as Mom?” he asked, his voice soft, the bravery in his expression wavering for a moment as he looked up at his dad.

Kes placed a reassuring hand on Poe’s shoulder. “I think you’re already showing a lot of the same bravery she has. You’ve got a good heart, Poe, and you’ll do great things, just like your mom. And who knows? One day, maybe you’ll lead the fight yourself, but then again it's time to shut the engines.”

Poe’s face brightened with pride, although he wasn’t quite ready to let go of his mission yet. He looked at Kes, brows furrowing, the Dameron stubbornness making an appearance. “But what if they need me tonight, Dad? I’m ready to go back out there!” 

Kes chuckled, reaching out to gently take Poe’s “steering stick” from his hands. “I’m sure Captain Fluff can handle the night watch while you rest,” he said, tucking the tooka doll into the small box of the “cockpit controllers” as if assigning it a special duty. “And besides, if you don’t sleep, you won’t have the energy to take down twice as many TIE fighters tomorrow.”

Poe looked at Captain Fluff, considering it for a moment. He still felt a pull to stay up, to be the hero, but he couldn’t argue with the idea of being even stronger for tomorrow’s missions. With a little sigh, he glanced back up at Kes. “Alright, I guess he can keep patrol,” he said, reluctantly, puffing air out in disappointment, as he allowed his dad to take his helmet off of his head and pull the covers up around him.

Kes smiled, and ruffled his son's sweet curls, finally letting him settle into bed. “Alright, Goodnight, Commander Dameron.”

Kes got up to leave the little command centre, but before he reached the door Poe called out to him softly, “Dad?”

“Yes, Poe?”

Poe hesitated, looking down at his hands now nervously bunching up the covers towards himself, then back up at his dad. “Do you think… do you think Mom’s gonna come back soon?”

Kes felt a familiar pang in his heart, one he tried his best to hide, he had promised himself he would never preoccupy his little 6 year old with his own fears, the fears that came with an uprising battle ahead, with the remnants of the Empire getting stronger, the whispers of a new order taking form... 

Walking back to Poe’s bedside, he knelt down, meeting his son’s gaze. “I know she’ll be back as soon as she can, buddy. She’s on an important mission, just like the ones you have here.” He reached out to cup his son’s rosy cheeks, which had warmed up as his little bottom lip trembled at the uncertainty of the whereabouts of his mother “But, hey, cheer up flyboy, I just know she misses you just as much as you miss her, know that she’s probably thinking about you too.”

Poe nodded softly, his big, searching eyes fixed on his father’s face, letting the words sink in. He’d been missing his mom so much, but he remembered the promise he’d made to her to stay strong while she was away. Taking a deep breath, Poe steadied himself, swallowing down the tears that threatened to spill. He was determined to be brave—just like her.

“Do you think she’d be proud of my training?” He glanced around at the “command center” he’d set up in his room. “I wanna show her I can be just as good as her when she gets back.”

Kes’s face softened, a deep pride and love shining in his eyes. He reached out, gently taking Poe’s hands on his. “Poe, your mom would be incredibly proud of you. You know why?”

Poe tilted his head, curious. “Why?”

“Because you’re brave, just like her. And you’re training hard, doing your best, every day. That’s what it means to be a great pilot—and to be a great person, you have natural leadership skills.I think you’re making her proud right now, and you’re also making me proud, son.” Kes poked the dimples on his face making Poe giggle.

Even if Poe’s little face lit up and a warm blush came to his cheeks again thanks to his father’s praise. He still looked reluctant to settle down. He squirmed a little under the covers, glancing at his makeshift X-wing cockpit, and the controllers on his bedside table as though still itching to jump back in and fly one more mission, just to be ready when his mom would come back.

Kes leaned over to turn off the small BB-Unit shaped lamp on Poe’s nightstand. But just as he reached for it, Poe’s little hand shot out, stopping him.

“Wait!” Poe stopped him quickly. “Don’t turn it off.”

Kes raised an eyebrow, hiding the little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Oh? And why’s that, Flyboy? I thought we were already past that era of sleeping with the lights on.”

Poe blushed again, but he quickly thought of an inventive excuse to give his dad and sat up a bit, his voice lowering as if he were letting his dad in on a classified mission detail. “It's just in case I need it for an emergency, you know? What if there’s, like… an important mission? I might need a quick escape plan. And BB-8’s light… it’s, you know, trusty, also it guides Fluff’s flight.”

Kes let out a soft laugh, clearly charmed. He nodded with an expression of mock seriousness. “Ah, of course. I’d hate to leave the best pilots without proper emergency lighting.”

Poe grinned, glad that his dad "had bought" his story, settling back against his pillow. “Exactly. BB-8, Fluff and I have to have everything ready.”

Kes reached over, giving Poe’s small hand a reassuring squeeze. “Then I’ll leave BB-8 also on duty for the night. Just make sure you get some rest too, Commander. ”

Poe’s face softened, his eyelids beginning to droop as he nestled further under the covers. Kes tucked the blankets up to his chin, then leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“Goodnight, son,” he whispered. “Sweet dreams, and may the force be with you.”

“Goodnight, Dad,” Poe murmured, a sleepy smile forming on his face. He glanced once more at his makeshift cockpit, BB-8’s warm glow casting a soft circle of light over his room. “May the force be with you too.”

With one more affectionate pat on Poe’s head, Kes rose to his feet. But just as he reached the doorway, Poe called to him one last time.

“Dad?”

Kes turned back, smiling gently, this kid was never gonna go to sleep. “Yes, Poe?”

“When Mom gets back... will you tell her I’m ready to be her co-pilot?”

Kes’s smile grew, and he nodded. “I’ll tell her that, Poe. Now get some sleep, my little hero.”

Kes gave one last look at his son, as he stepped out and quietly closed the door, leaving Poe dreaming under the steady, watchful glow of BB-8 and Captain Fluff.

Poe’s eyes grew heavy, but before he drifted off, he turned around and looked one last time at Captain Fluff, whispering to his little buddy.

“Tomorrow, we’ll be ready for Mom.”

Yes, I know, slighty angsty at the end, but Poe is a mama's boy and I couldn't help myself!

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