#He doesn't really look like a monkey either

[serenhob]

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Gonna sleep now but its taken me 3 HOURS to do this

Btw these are my progress photos in order (I'm sorry they are so ugly)

There's something off about him but I'm not fixing it now

[space-blue]

Disappointed in the Vander backstory

I fully expected that it was coming, but I'm disappointed in the timeline all the same.

The "Vander got upset because a fight against Piltover Silco instigated killed the woman he loved" was literally my first draft for my longfic Fathers and Daughters, and I ended up scrapping it because I felt it was too cheap and wouldn't justify the violence of his actions against Silco.

"When she died I lost my head" he says in the letter.

But when she died you actually dropped your gauntlets and picked up the girls and everyone has been assuming this was the moment you swore off violence...

The fact she goes on to let Vander name her kid, and seems to be thick as thieves with them, and ALSO tells them of the pregnancy before she builds up the courage to tell her partner... Tells me that surely... SURELY by the time Vi is 10-11, whatever she is on the bridge in season 1, she would KNOW SILCO as her mom's bestie, no??? Not just Vander.

It feels like this entire angle is pulled under the rug to simplify the conflict in act 1.

I do appreciate being right on the money with Silco knowing and being friends with the mom, and having known Vi as a baby. I think it makes sense, especially if he was an important community leader.

I just hate her death being the catalyst of Vander's actions against Silco. It means that the timeline actually like this:

Mom-Silco-Vander are best friends. Silco is "Bozo 1" and has been leading the transformation of the Lanes with Vander's help. He's already planning his nation of Zaun. His notebook is literally saying "NZ" for Nation of Zaun.

At an ONGOING confrontation with enforcers, Silco throws a molotov cocktails that doesn't seem to even kill an enforcer (Powder and her innefectual bombs parallel? The entire scene is intercut with the monkey bomb clapping so... The scene leading to a friend's death also parallels the events of Jinx's birth.)

As the smoke clears/the POV looks down, we have the reveal that the girls' Mom is dead.

Vander admits the blood was on his hands as well, meaning he either started this confrontation with Silco, or fought just as badly/increased the violence (and we see him murder enforcers later on). Anyway he admits to carrying the blame, and apologized in person to Silco for the dubbed "betrayal".

Then he went home, shaved, dragged Silco into the Pilt, and tried to drown him *because their common friend died at the failed uprising*.

He's then haunted, seemingly, by visions of Silco being dead:

To me it's sort of weaker and sadder, as it establishes Vander as someone more flawed and less ruthless. It's not that he wanted the Lanes, it's not that Silco was getting in the way of what he wanted.

Vander was out there happy with everything they were dishing out, right until their actions cost the life of a friend, and he broke, emotionally, and BLAMED it on Silco, going so far as to kill him (or try).

He surrendered his gauntlets, picked the children up, tucked them in at home, shaved (I cannot stress this enough), then took Silco into the fucking river and brutally attempted to murder him.

Then he massively regretted it and left little breadcrumbs of apologies in case Silco found them and returned to him.

So, canon couple, first off lol

Fellas, is it gay to hang your jackets inside each other's in your secret hideout? Is it gay that all your core hidden memories begin with your mate smiling at you?

Yes, yes it is. Zaundad is canon and I'm not taking commentary.

Secondly, that means Vander was an emotional ticking time bomb who wasn't ready for the price to sacrifice in order to gain their freedom. I really wonder what the alternative reality would have been like, were Silco the one dying on that bridge.

Anyway, it brings some twisted sadness to the situation, because the mom wanted Zaun "no matter what" for Vi's sake, her child's future. But Vander decided that lives weren't worth spilling over that dream and tried to kill Silco over it, before teaming up with Grayson to continue enforcing a status quo.

So that means that Silco, even as he raises Jinx, is continuing her mother's dream, of building Zaun, a country that's safe for her children, "no matter what".

But very sadly the show also acts like Silco doesn't know the kids, and like the kids don't know him. Powder, sure, but Vi not knowing Silco is just downright stupid. Not even knowing him by name? When her mom was out fighting alongside him??? The mom is ALSO a miner, very clearly working with Silco and Vander, alongside the nameless poor husband.

I feel like this doesn't really solve the issues that were already raised when we speculated about act 1. It just clarifies that Vander was truly, willfully a force of oppression inside the fissures, working against the revolution necessary for Zaun becoming possible.

But it implies Silco didn't recognise Powder and Vi, and that Vi didn't recognise him or understand how he knew Vander. It's a disservice to the story, because that tie, that old bond, could really have worked to dramatize the sacrifices Silco is ready to make, as well as the depth of Vi's hatred for him.

But the show acts like they're strangers and that Vander's death is the core beef between them until Jinx enters the picture.

And then there's the Benzo scene, when Vander holds his wound from Silco's knife, and says "we both know there's worse than enforcers out there" WHO ARE YOU FUCKING TALKING ABOUT??? Yourself? You seem to be the worst thing around here! It seems clear he knew Silco was alive but had nothing to blame him for by then.

I'm left with holes that take the shape of "shock value" and "plot twist".

"Ooooh Silco knew the mom, twiiiist, but please don't think about the implications, because we wrote season 1 without taking this in consideration."

Feels like another job for fic writers, but IDK if I have the strength for it. I just like my own version better.

At least now we know that Silco did not IN FACT DO anything to "deserve" what he got. I'm sorry, but throwing a molotov at enforcers when fighting for your freedom is based and Vander was dishing death right there next to him.

The base violence necessary for change, eh? Vander just delayed the price being paid for Zaun's creation.

[dollychou]

HOW ONE PIECE MEN SHOW LOVE TO YOUR ITTY BITTIES ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

ᰔ . . ꒰ featuring: monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji, portgas d. ace, trafalgar law ꒱

✉️ ྀི . . based on this request! hope i wrote it well since i'm a big chest girlie >_< !

monkey d. luffy does it playfully ♡

luffy loves to touch them whenever and wherever he can. you have had to tell him off on a few occasions to explain to him that he can't just be fondling with it in just any odd place. and even though he pouts and doesn't truly understand the harm, he respects your wishes.

though who can blame him? — he just really likes how they feel. you tell him that they're so tiny and there's nothing to grab but he shuts you down by giving it a soft squish. you yelp at the feeling and despite your frown and scoldings, there's truly no malice behind it. you secretly love how he just touches them regardless of the time of day. while he's eating, or when he just walks by, he shows them a massive amount of love and that's all cause he likes them just that much!

"they're sort of bigger than mine," he comments while grabbing onto his chest and on to one of your boobs. your face flushes a deep pink and you think he's teasing you but when you see his face, you can tell he was simply stating an observation and really meant nothing by it. he looks at you with this adorably curious expression and asks, "you think one of your bras could fit me?"

"luffy!," you yell, flicking his forehead lightly. he rubs the spot where you hit him and pouts. "ouch! what? i was just asking! maybe we can share!" despite your frown, you can't help the sweet feeling that bubbles inside of you. your boyfriend can be pretty clueless and dumb at times but you know he'd never say anything with animosity — if anything, you find it all so amusing regardless of what you may say.

roronoa zoro does it sincerely ♡

zoro cannot comprehend why you feel as if you're less pretty or sexy for not having such big boobs. he's not with you for that and so he doesn't see it as such a problem. but he knows you can get insecure about it from time to time so he's made it a priority of his to tell you how much he adores them at any moment he can.

whenever he's feeling stressed or tired, he loves to cup one of them in either one or both of his hands and squeeze them. they're like stress balls to him. and he adores how he can fit it all in his hand and that it is just for him to hold. sometimes he forgets how much strength he has and accidentally squeezes it a bit too hard, leaving a bruise.

you're wearing one of his tees and staring at yourself in the mirror with this disappointed look on your face. he comes in from behind you, eyeing you up and down with a small smirk on his face. "stealing my clothes now hm?," he muses, lightly ruffling your hair. you sigh and jut your bottom lip out as you feel over your chest. "i practically look like a boy. there's nothing there," you breath out, your face falling even further.

he knits his eyebrows together in slight frustration at hearing your words. he wraps an arm around your waist and nuzzles his face into your neck, peppering soft kisses along it. "you look good. much better than i do in this so you keep it," he whispers, landing a sweet peck to your cheek. you look at him through the mirror and can see he means what he says and though there's a part of you that doesn't wholly believe it, your heart flutters at how much he shows your adoration for you and your cute boobs!

vinsmoke sanji does it lovingly ♡

when sanji finds out your insecurity with your 'perfectly crafted chest' — as he so put it — he's showering you with compliments every single day. it's not always specifically about your chest though, just anything and everything to do with your blinding beauty. "you're the most beautiful woman in the world"; "my heart cannot handle how divine you look"; "i'm always in awe of your beauty" — just some of the many compliments he has said to you on a daily basis.

whenever you wear anything that reveals even a bit of your chest, he's head over heels. he's running and prancing around telling you how gorgeous you look. and he does not even try to be discreet. he's staring right at it, eyes glued to it and you have to smack him across the head to get him back to his senses. though it only works for a matter of seconds before he's gazing back at them almost dreamily.

you've arrived at fishman island and the moment he sees you wearing the cutest bikini set, his nose is bleeding and he feels his heart pounding out of his chest. usopp and chopper do their best to revive him and thankfully, they pull through! you hold him in your arms and stroke his hair and sigh softly, "sweetheart, what got into you?"

he cups your face and smiles dearly, "my love, you just look so... sexy in this set. and the top is so cute, it fits so perfectly. and before you say anything, look at the state you put me in! god, you're much more beautiful than any mermaid around." your cheeks dust with a light pink shade and you peer down at yourself. though you don't entirely see how he can have such a reaction to you when all these other girls and mermaids are around, it still brings a smile to your face that he sees you so beautifully.

portgas d. ace does it openly ♡

ace has no shame when it comes to worshipping your bitty boobs — and yes, he worships them. when he comes up behind to hug you, his hands will go from your waist and slowly but surely slide up to give your chest some loving. you swat at his hands, scolding him to not do such things so publicly, but he doesn't listen and instead gives them another gentle squeeze. and the minute he hears you say anything bad about them — "they're so small"; "how can you like them?"; "i wish they were bigger" — he scoops you up in his arms and starts to kiss them all over. in between each kiss he'll say, "they're perfect. they're perfect 'cause they're yours."

he loves to lay his face in between them, patting softly on both of them with his hands. he likes the thumping noises they make when he does so. he'll pretend as if he's playing the drums, making 'ba-dum' and 'pshh' noises from his mouth. at times, he gets a bit too excited and hits just a bit harder than usual which earns him a light slap to his cheek. and you want to be mad at him but with the way he pouts and looks at with you with those puppy eyes of his, it's damn hard to be.

ace is getting into bed, crawling on top of you. his eyes are drooping with sleep but the second he sees you in that adorable lingerie top of yours, he's suddenly awake! he dons that infamous smirk of his and lowers down your top to expose your chest and he lets out a content sigh. he just looks at them for a few seconds, not uttering a word, which gets you red in the face, flushed from embarrassment.

he begins kissing it and giving your nipples little kitten licks which makes you let out soft, quiet noises that has him smiling from ear to ear. he feels your fingers tangle in his hair, gently combing through it. he flops down on you and begins to suckle on your boobs. god, he wishes he could just do this forever and if he could, he knows he'd die a happy man. "my two sweet little things," he sighs heartily, going back to show some more love.

trafalgar law does it delicately ♡

law knows how much this insecurity of yours can bother you and though he's never been so good with his words, he does his best to show you. he might just hold them in his hands mindlessly as he works or he might pepper them with kisses before going to bed — he tries his best to ease your mind of this in whatever way he can and he hopes he's doing his best.

he sees the way you look at other woman, your face falling when you see the 'assets' they possess and you don't. the minute he senses that you're doubting yourself, he brings you into his embrace and places a kiss to your temple and whispers to you, "have i told you you're beautiful?". you smile sweetly, letting out a sigh and snuggling into his arms. he whispers a few more sweet-nothings to you and does so until you let go and sees that bright grin of yours again.

you had recently bought this new lingerie set and were wanting to use it to spice up the bedroom. you're standing in front of law, twiddling with your fingers nervously. he tilts his head and walks closer to you, asking softly, "what's wrong?". he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, patiently waiting for you to confide in him. he's trying his best not to just tear it apart and eat you up this very second.

you tell him that you think it looks unflattering on you because you don't have bigger boobs and he instantly pulls you in, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead. "you look so good," he says, eyes roaming all over your body. "it doesn't matter to me that they're small. they're pretty to me regardless." safe to say, he really showed you how much he loves and appreciates your body how they are. and afterwards he thinks to himself that he needs to buy you more of those lingerie sets.

© dollychou ⋮ do not copy, repost, or translate any works.

[adeepdeepslumber]

and maybe, it's a part of them.

michael kaiser, itoshi rin, bachira meguru, isagi yoichi, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, alexis ness

knee socks - artic monkeys

his tattoo

michael kaiser's rose tattoo always enchanted you.

the rose tattoo wrapping his whole arm always caught your attention. the way the crown of the rose sat on his hand, while its thorny vines travelled up his arms, and two beautiful blue roses bloomed in space of his neck. when you first met him, you couldn't help but marvel at it, earning yourself several chuckles from kaiser.

"you like my tattoo?" kaiser's sly voice would ask, and you subtly nod your head. when you two got closer, kaiser would cheekily flex his arm with the tattoo, making you trace his tattoo with your eyes.

the tattoo was beautiful, the crown on his hand stood out when he was holding yours, and the tattoo on his arm wrapped around you.

sitting on the couch at his home, you leaned against kaiser, both watching the television. your head lay on the space where the two blue roses bloomed between his shoulder and neck, and the thorny stem of the rose wrapped around you as his arm was placed over your shoulder. the crown of the rose was on your waist, and you took time off watching the television to gaze at his tattoo.

the tattoo was intricate, the jewels on the crown of his rose aligned perfectly with his knuckles, and the vines outlined his biceps.

"liebe, why did you get this tattoo?" you absent-mindedly asked.

kaiser, surprised at first, pondered the reason. to be fair, he doesn't know either. your finger traced the tattoo all across his arm, your touch soft and light. kaiser's cocky attitude came into play, "do you like my tattoo more than me?" he arrogantly asked.

rolling your eyes, you shake your head no.

"your tattoo makes you stand out more. i love that."

and maybe the two blue roses you laid your head on while leaning on kaiser bloomed more when he heard that.

his eyelashes

you always noticed itoshi rin's long eyelashes.

despite the cold gaze he would give you when you first met him, you couldn't help but feel that his eyelashes complimented it so well, even giving the gaze a more gentle feel.

you were captivated by rin's eyes, especially with the way his eyelashes complimented it.

when you first met him, all you received from him were dry, one word responses, cold gazes and annoyed looks. but they were captivating.

rin's eyes gave so much emotion. no matter how cold he tried to make them appear, it never put a proper front. not only that, his eyelashes made him look more refined, the stares he gave you always seemed so composed because of it, and portraying more emotion.

so, when you got closer, you tended to compliment rin's eyes and eyelashes.

"rin, you know, your eyes are really pretty. and your eyelashes too."

you'd blurt out when walking home together. rin was confused at first, his eyes? you'd tell him that his eyes stood out in a way you couldn't describe, and rin never understood that. in fact, he didn't particularly fancy his eyes, it looked like his brother's.

but rin would lay on your lap, head facing up to you. and you would caress his face, murmuring things he couldn't hear.

"i love your eyes, you know? your eyelashes too, so long and beautiful. i love them, i love you." and you'd giggle, not aware he completely shut down because of your words.

and maybe, rin learned that his eyes meant more than something he and his brother had in common to you.

his hair and eyes

bachira meguru's hair and eyes always stood out to you.

you'd always find yourself gazing at his duo-coloured hair, the blond highlights of his hair would poke out from his black hair. you always wondered how he got his hair.

and when he'd talk to you, his eyes would stare back at you, capturing you. bachira's eyes were full of emotion. they were beautiful. one that seen through many emotions, good and bad. they showed his personality, the joy from his eyes could reach anyone.

and his eyes would stare into yours, as if he could stare directly into your soul. bachira's gaze was so knowing and comforting, like he understood everything you ever felt and would ever feel. he would smile so sweetly at you, making your heart warmer than you ever felt before.

walking home together, bachira's voice echos through your mind with every word he says. he's jumpy and excited, and his eyes meet your countless of times. sometimes, your eyes are drawn to his hair, and once you unconsciously reached out your hand to touch his blond highlights. of course bachira noticed, he bent down to give you better access to touch his fluffy hair.

"you know, your hair is so unique."

just those words, bachira felt his heart palpitate more than usual, his cheeks growing warmer and redder.

"and your eyes are beautiful you know?" bachira muttered it out loud, not realizing he said it out loud. yours widened, and you had to look away quickly to prevent him from noticing.

another time, bachira's head lay on your lap, while you were on your phone playing some games. bachira seemed to be spaced out, the sudden silence from the overly energetic man started to get to you. stopping your game, you glanced at bachira to see him spaced out, staring at the ceiling of your apartment. you took this opportunity to gaze at his face, taking in how his duo-colour hair sprawled out on your thighs, how bachira's eyes seemed to gather stars in his irises.

"i love you. i love how your eyes sparkle at any happy moment, i love how your hair shines in the sunlight beautifully. i love you."

you said it so suddenly, and bachira couldn't help but have his jaw drop when you said all that. his face turned red, and he got up from his position lying on your lap to hold your face.

and maybe, bachira's eyes shone brighter every time you looked at him and smiled.

his sprout

you'd always stare at isagi yoichi's little sprout of hair on the top of his head.

the first time you ever saw him, your eyes immediately went straight to the little clumps of hair shaped like a sprout on the top of his head.

maybe you giggled a little, the sprout was unexpected and so cute, and isagi suddenly started fixing his appearance, worried you were laughing cause he looked funny. you assured him, he looked fine, but you were constantly staring at his little sprout.

isagi didn't notice you usually stared at the sprout on his head, until he realized that when he looked at you, your eyes would always be on the top of his head.

"is something on my head?" isagi asked nervously, getting flustered by the constant gaze of your curious eyes. you giggled a bit, stating that from the first day you saw him, you'd always been fixated on the sprout. hearing that, isagi burst out into laughter, trying to press down his little sprout. no avail, it always stood back up. slightly embarrassed, he continued to chuckle, petting the top of his head gently.

"i've had it since i was a child. appeared one day and decided to stay rooted." isagi was still chuckling over it, showing many attempts to make his sprout fold down and stay there, still folding back straight up.

you'd laugh and laugh about it, comparing it to a little bean sprout and always calling it cute.

sitting on a playground swing, isagi was holding your face gently, just staring at your face, mesmerized. you stared back at him, smiling cheekily, as you petted the little sprout on his head over and over again for fun.

"you're so cute. i love you, and that little sprout of yours."

and maybe isagi started tilting his head better, to let you pet the little sprout more while smiling as he looked at you.

his grin

you'd spot mikage reo's grin from a mile away.

reo's grin could consist of many emotions at once. frustration, satisfaction, cockiness, disbelief, rage, and so on. whenever you walked past him in the hallways, you'd always wonder, how does one manage to capture that many emotions with just one grin?

and you would stare, when that grin flashed on his face. one filled with mock, one filled with disbelief, one filled with pure joy. you'd marvel at his grin.

"hey, is there something on my face?" reo questioned you, a smug feel tugging on the cheeky and cocky grin plastered on his face.

you rolled your eyes slightly at that, huffing and staring out the classroom window, trying to avoid the fact that reo noticed your gaze studying his grin. when you first met reo, you hated that grin, wishing you could just wipe that smug expression off his face.

but now, it grew on you.

and reo definitely noticed that.

he'd run up to you when he spotted you, flashing you either the widest grin he could physically stretch his face to, or one with several emotions hidden underneath that he knew you would try to decipher. and so, it became a little routine. flashing you a grin, and you'd guess what type of emotion he was trying to convey with that one single smile. you broke his smug front one day though.

walking to the nearby store to eat, you and reo would talk while walking with each other. reo noticed that you were staring at him a lot, raising an eyebrow when asking you about it.

"i just really love you. and that stupid grin." you replied indifferently, as if you didn't just cause reo's face to heat up. hiding his face with one hand, he looked back at you, a pink tinge on his face. for the first time, you couldn't decipher the emotion laid under the grin he gave.

and maybe, reo would flash you more smug grins, but filled with love for you to decipher.

his pout

nagi seishiro's pout caught you off-guard.

just a simple chore, but nagi doesn't want to do it. you never knew he was capable of it, but a small pout formed on his face. you don't know why you were so shocked, but your eyes widened drastically.

nagi didn't notice, but you were definitely surprised. nagi's pout was so simple, but it was adorable, reminding you of his stubborn personality, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself a bit.

nagi noticed that though, suddenly pestering you about it.

"hey, why were you smiling like that, did i look funny?" he asked continuously, and you were just shrugging it off.

days after that, you noticed nagi's pout more often. you don't know how you missed out on it before, but you definitely weren't missing it now.

perhaps you started telling him to do more things, so you could see his pout more. nagi caught on to it, one day holding your wrist, asking why you were doing it.

"i like to see your pout. it's really cute."

you pinched his cheeks lightly, before walking away slowly. nagi's face was in shock, and he slowly walked after you, mumbling a few words.

maybe nagi starts to willingly pout for you just because you love it so much.

his soft smile

you thought alexis ness's smile was soft.

his eyes would soften gently, lips rising to form a simple but assuring smile. whenever you spotted the warm and welcoming smile, you'd wonder, how he always managed to convey such comfort with a simple smile.

when you talked, ness always listened, the comforting smile on his loyal face. midway during the conversation, you'd sneak a glance at ness, and he'd look back at you, grinning, eyes crinkling and dimples deepening. you just melted seeing that sight.

once, the sun had begun to set, you were seated on a pavement curb, staring at the falling sun. the sky was a mix of orange and blue, and you felt a tap on your shoulder. looking up, you saw that familiar gentle smile.

"can i sit with you?" ness asked softly, his hand still on your shoulder as he tilted his head down while you lifted your head up to make eye contact. you gave him the go-ahead, patting the spot next to you. ness sat down beside you, staring off into the gradient sky with you.

"it's beautiful, isn't it?" ness's calm voice asked, before turning to you, giving you the most genuine and kindest smile you've ever seen in your life. his eyes crinkled in happiness, his cheeks puffing up and dimples getting deeper and deeper. his teeth were visible, and you felt you might just collapse at the sight of him. briefly nodding, you couldn't keep your eyes off him. looking away, this caught ness's attention.

"hey, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

"i just really love you and your smile." you muttered, face still faced towards the suddenly so interesting rock on the pavement. this caused ness's heart to swell, and smiling wider than before. he scooched in closer, and put his face next to yours.

"then i'll smile more for you." he sighed happily, resting his head on your shoulder, your head still faced away from him.

and maybe, ness smiled wider and more for you to see.

[traffys-heart]

one piece men + dick hcs | nsfw

im back w something that no one asked for but i thought i would do something different to get the creative juices flowing again (*°ｰ°)ﾉ

characters: monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji, portgas d. ace, sabo, eustass kid, killer, trafalgar d. law

cw: virgin! loser! law, afab! reader, dick language idk

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monkey d. luffy

tip hex code: #fe9796

luffy's dick is canonically the largest in the one piece world according to an sbs but if it wasn't being stretched i would say 5.4 inches at full erection normally. he is quite average and enjoys any attention u give to the base. he doesn't have any prominent veins running along his shaft and some might say it looks like a strange mushroom...

roronoa zoro

tip hex code: #e6998f

zoro is beefy and his cock definitely reflects that as well. he's larger than his captain coming in at 6.6 inches, but his true quality would be the girth. he has a wonderful vein running along the underside of him that u swear u can feel when he's inside u despite his bashfulness abt the topic. and yes, he also has a trail of mossy pubic hair surrounding his shaft.

vinesmoke sanji

tip hex code: #feabab

sanji comes in at 7.1 so ig he can thank his dad for something. he is slimmer than zoro and has a slight curve to his shaft, however it feels amazing whenever he fucks u in doggy position or over the counter in the kitchen. his tip is incredibly sensitive and he often avoids touching it himself when he jacks off but if u kiss it when u go down on him he'll almost cum immediately.

portgas d. ace

tip hex code: #ff9090

ace probably won the genetic lottery for parents. he was also blessed w a big dick coming in at 7.0 inches. he has two veins that run on either side of him and despite his leaner build he has a notable girth. he has dark happy trail that welcomes u into his shorts and a bush he will never shave. he likes when u play w his balls.

sabo

tip hex code: #ffc1c1

sabo has a very polite appearance, but his dick is everything but that. he's 6.8 inches and the slapping noise when his cock hits his abdomen tells u ur not going on any missions any time soon. similar to his little brother he doesn't have any prominent veins, but his shaft is well proportioned. he is also very well groomed and takes care of his patch of darker blond curls.

eustass kid

tip hex code: #edb7b0

big guy is going to have a big dick okay i don't make the rules. it's 7.5 inches and angry u almost wanna yell at it when he whips it out. it's veiny and girthy and it's begging to be sucked. i think he would also have some piercings such as a king albert's piercing and ofc it was diy.

killer

tip hex code: #ebada5

just like his captain it's huge and far more intimidating than anything else u've ever seen. killer is 7.2 so he's slightly smaller, and he doesn't have any piercings, but don't worry what he lacks in comparison to kid he makes up in passion. his shaft curves to the left which works wonderfully when he gets u on ur side w on ur legs hooked over his shoulder rubbing on ur g-spot.

trafalgar d. law

tip hex code: #e8a39a

as much as i want to give this loser a shrimp dick i'll probably see riots in my inbox and i saw this really funny panel from one piece party where the gang compares his dick to zunesha so he's probably hung. he clocks in at 6.9 but lies and tells u it's 7 inches. he's also always wearing the tightest skinny jeans known to man in the anime and u never see anything there so i'm gonna assume he's a grower not a shower.

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[asce-of-hearts]

Asce darling (hope it’s ok I call you that!) , please please with a cherry on top may I please request yandere’s monster trio (separate if that’s to many maybe just Sanji) In there 40’s cause I am simp and omg there look amazing 😩👌 as hcs plesse 💗anon

Old man

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Monkey D. Luffy

The stubble always itches when he kisses you. No matter how much you tell him to shave he never does. Either way, also tickles a little when he gives head lol.

Obscenely strong, he was very lanky all of his life so you wonder just when did he get all broad. Broad back and shoulders, very muscly. Still thin but his body definitely changed.

It's insane how a man can look so much like his grandpa. You saw a picture of dragon once when you both were young and thought maybe he'd grow to look like that. Oh how wrong you were, he looks NOTHING like his father. But his grandpa on the other hand? Yeah, two peas in a pod.

Just a little bit more serious now that he's older, otherwise the same lighthearted, cheerful, optimistic ray of sunshine he has always been.

Whiny when he gets jealous. Possessively wraps his arms around you, stretching them until not an inch of you isn't covered and pouts as he gets you closer to him. Shooting daggers with his eyes at whoever is making him have such a reaction.

Cum gallons, at one point he really wants to secure a heir and he isn't letting you leave the bed until he's sure he has placed something inside your tummy.

Marathon sex is a must with him. He has insane amounts of stamina and recovers very quickly. Be prepared for back and hip pain, and also for a looot of sleepless nights.

Roronoa Zoro

He isn't four sword style Zoro because he can handle for swords, its a euphemism for his cock. And once you realize you can't get it out of your mind.

Smile and frown wrinkles that not only make him look more mature, also make him look insanely hot whenever he goes all expressive.

Drinks quite a lot, more than usual over the years, not an alcoholic but definitely likes to drink whenever he can.

Dad bod. His arms are enormous, his back is very broad. Very hairy also. A little beer tummy that he sometimes feels self conscious about, trains very hard on the days he feels particularly bad about it, ignoring the fact that you can still see his abs without him needing to flex.

Very nice, comfortable man tits for you to sleep over.

Silently possessive, only puts his hand around your waist or hip, sometimes goes all filthy and just starts delivering sloppy kisses as he stares at whoever is making him feel this way, grinning when you moan and tap out as he gropes your ass.

Still gets lost, never learned his lesson. Relies on you a lot to get to places.

Sex with him is slow and deep, his thrusts are very hard and he has to full nelson you every time just because he has broken multiple surfaces over the ship whenever he fucks you because he just can't control his strength when his cock is buried deep inside you.

Vinsmoke Sanji

Passionate man, let his hair grow because you once said he had pretty hair.

With the years his food just gets better and better, always imagining recipes whenever he's not thinking about you.

His voice gets a little deeper, it rumbles all around his chest whenever he talks. You like to fall asleep with him talking to you, its soothing to feel that.

The biggest sex drive, he CANNOT keep his hands off of you. It doesn't matter when or where, he's always ready to pounce over you and make you his.

Always smells like cigarettes, his cologne mixed with that smell is almost aphrodisiac.

Very pretty, very handsome. He evoques cute aggression from your part and only laughs whenever you get mean around him. He thinks he's sooo cool just because he has pretty hair and pretty eyes and a pretty body and a big cock.

Passionate man like I already said. Never goes rough during sex but that doesn't mean he's boring. You always end up crying from overstimulation because his words alone when he fucks you so deeply, so tight against him is enough to make your head spin.

Possessive but remains chivalrous about it. Whenever he talks about he refers to you as "My ___".

i want them dead actually

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JJK Men - Love or Be Loved?

In which we explore whether the JJK men prefer loving or being loved!

Ask box is open! Please feel free to request!

Feat. Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Kamo Choso, Fushiguro Toji, and Ryomen Sukuna!

Nanami Kento

Mr. Nanami "Husband Material" Kento

Take one look at this man and tell me he wouldn't move heaven and earth for his S/O!

I think he has seen so much pain in the world through his work as a sorcerer and as an office worker at a suspicious company

He always puts others ahead of himself, we can see it a lot through his interactions with Yuji where he simply does not let Yuji handle things himself because Yuji is literally just a kid

(Nanami is the only one with common sense btw. Like WHYYYY ARE WE SENDING TEENAGERS TO FIGHT LITERAL NIGHTMARE MONSTERS.)

I think that his sense of responsibility plays a big part in him preferring to be on the giving end of all the loving

"I'm responsible for you now" is his love language if that makes sense.

He expresses his care for others by looking after them!

Gojo Satoru

Both

Are you kidding?

Gojo "Loverboy" Satoru

Gojo grew up obviously very neglected and objectified.

Even in modern Jujutsu society, people saw him as nothing more than a weapon!!!

I think that he would love to love on his S/O relentlessly

It gets kinda embarrassing sometimes

Would unironically do that one scene from Descendants where the prince confesses his undying love for Mal in the most public, musical, fantastical, sparkly way

But he means it in the best possible way <3

HOWEVER

it does things to him to be loved genuinely and wholly for him, not for his titles or powers

It would definitely be a healing experience for him

Because then suddenly he feels like a part of him that was missing is returned

So yeah Gojo would go either way. Mutually assured loving all around

Geto Suguru

Being Loved

Wow you're telling me the mass murderer cult leader wants adoration? No shit

But I digress

Apart from the glaringly obvious reasons, he, like Nanami, has seen the harsh realities of the world through the eyes of a sorcerer

However as we have most certainly observed this man has a power trip problem

If I hear him say "monkeys" one more time I'm reporting him for a hate crime

I think at his core Geto craves recognition and appreciation for all the sacrifices he and his loved ones have made for others

So he most certainly enjoys being loved on by his S/O more than anything else

Can we put him in therapy? Maybe enroll him in a DEI course? Please?

Kamo Choso

Ooooooooh this is hard

Because on one hand:

It is quite literally in Choso's nature to love

We see it with his brothers and how deeply he cares

Therefore it would make sense that he would show lots of love to his S/O!!!

BUT

I think that once Choso gets a taste of being loved on, he'll start following his S/O with big sad eyes until he gets a kiss or a hug or a touch on the shoulder

Choso is still learning the intricacies of being human and the concept of being cared for in such a way might really impact him

So I come to the conclusion that Choso prefers loving his S/O because it's what comes most naturally (and he's a big sweetheart) (ignore all the destruction he caused in Shibuya he's a changed man) but also loved to be loved on

He's similar to Gojo in this way but what sets them apart is that while Gojo is much more upfront about wanting affection, Choso will silently follow his S/O around like a shadow with big sad eyes until they notice what he needs

Fushiguro Toji

Ironically? I think he likes to do the loving

Like don't get me wrong

He's broke

He's an assassin

He has a gambling problem

(isn't he dreamy?)

But he comes off to me as someone who prefers to be the one showing love

Partially because he's not quite sure how to act when he's being loved on

But I think he loves from a distance. He doesn't want his loved ones to be hurt or subjected to the more intense bits of his work

Even if that distant loving ultimately drives them away from him

He would prefer it like that than putting anyone he loves in harm's way

Ryomen Sukuna

"I understand love, and I say to you love is worthless." -Sukuna Ryomen

Okay pack it up post is over please like comment and reblog

Okay well hypothetically...

He would very much prefer to be the one receiving all the love

Bro terrorized Heian Era Japan and demanded sacrifices as if he were a god

No way he expects anything less than unshakeable devotion and admiration from his S/O

Bro is a walking Red Flag and he likes his lovers colorblind

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always you — mick schumacher

pairing. mick schumacher x verstappen!merc racing engineer!fem!reader

summary. mick had always been inexplicably tied to you, no matter what distance grew between you. even if it took over two decades for you to figure it out, it had always been mick. it would always be mick. 5.4k, 18+

playlist. "invisble string" by taylor swift, "the perfect pair" by beabadoobee, "moves" by suki waterhouse, "i wanna be yours" by arctic monkeys, "let the light in feat. father john misty" by lana del ray

warnings. pining, mick is kind of very much pitiful in this alright, smut, l-bombs, sort of sub!mick, google translated german, almost choking, oral (fem and male receiving), penetrative sex

masterlist.

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"I'm telling you what the data says, and it says you're wrong, so follow the damn line, George."

Mick fought a smile as you told George off over the radio. Toto cast you a look that you didn't even seem to see, let alone acknowledge. The team principal didn't look all that surprised when you didn't take your eyes off the screens of data you were getting input from.

In the next lap, George's lap time dropped nearly a second thanks to your suggestion. George didn't offer an apology for doubting you and you didn't expect one; you only expected him to be consistent in how he attacked turns seven and eight, to continue following your instructions.

Mick had observed your and George's relationship over the last few seasons you had been working with him. As George's racing engineer, you had quite a close working relationship with the Brit.

Off track, you were good if unlikely friends. Where George was all pretense and propriety and politeness, you were nothing but brutally honest, succinct, and to the point. But you were close in age and often seen together chatting and laughing.

On track, you were pretty much the same, if not even more blunt, if that was possible. George fed off your no-nonsense attitude, communicating clearly and without any of the fluff normally gracing his conversational skills.

Mick admired how well you worked with George. He admired just about everything you did. You could sit there doing absolutely nothing and F1TV would catch Mick staring at you like a lovesick fool again.

He still doesn't know how he hadn't seen the cameraman filming him as he watched you from across the garage two weekends ago. People kept referring to him as "Heart Eyes" Schumacher and he really could not blame them after seeing the clip of himself watching you.

You hadn't said anything to him about it. In fact, you hadn't said anything to him all season. Or during pre-season. Or in the two years prior when he was driving for Haas. Or in the thirteen years it had been since your dads had their falling out.

Mick would have liked to talk to you. He would have liked to talk about nothing or everything like you used to. He would have listened to you ramble about statistics and analytics and anything you wanted, even if he didn't understand a word of it.

But you had looked at him maybe three times since he signed on as Mercedes reserve driver. You either didn't remember or—more likely, knowing your keen mind—you didn't care about your shared history.

Even if it was in your childhood and so much had changed since then, Mick still remembered. He remembered playdates and shared family vacations and spending every second together that you could before your dad dragged you away.

He remembered noticing how different your dad treated you than his dad treated him. He remembered sleeping over once and hearing your dad screaming at you until you ran to your bedroom in tears. He remembered telling his dad about it all.

He remembered how he was the one to ruin everything.

You didn't seem to remember any of it—or, at least, you never seemed to reminisce on it. Never got caught up staring at him wondering how things could have been different. Never got distracted by unexplainable yet unavoidable and likely unrequited feelings for someone that was once your friend over a decade ago.

When he was with Haas, your lack of interaction could be excused; you were on different teams. Since he had signed with Mercedes, it felt like you had purposefully been ignoring him for months.

He could approach you. He could simply walk up to you at any point when you weren't fully absorbed by readout screens and analytic diagnoses and strike up a conversation.

He didn't want to push his luck. He didn’t fully understand why you wouldn’t talk to him but he also didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

If being near you meant never truly being close to you again, Mick could live with that. Ultimately, you owed him nothing, so he could watch from afar and adore you silently. He could be content with that.

After all, it was his fault that everything fell apart in the first place.

.

"Hey, heart eyes! Come here!"

Mick hesitated before making his way to where Lewis was in the VIP section of this Friday night's club of choice.

"Hi?"

"I can't help but notice that you're pathetically in love with your race engineer."

"She's George's engineer—"

"That’s beside the point. Anyway, I think your girl could use some saving."

"She's not my girl."

Lewis hadn't said your name. Mick didn't need him to.

Mick leaned on the balcony railing beside Lewis, looking down over the crowd on the main floor of the club. He found you embarrassingly fast. You were wearing a black shirt, pink shorts, and sandals.

He had seen you come in earlier with your brother and thought you were probably the prettiest girl there that night. If you were put in a room with the world's top models, Mick would still think the same.

On the floor below, your personal space was being invaded by a dark-haired man in glasses. You looked incredibly uncomfortable, glancing around for anyone you knew who you could latch onto and get away from the man who was talking at you incessantly.

It wasn’t even a conscious decision on Mick’s part. One second, he was watching you from the VIP balcony and the next, he was pushing his way through the dance floor to get to you.

The unnamed glasses man put a hand on your back, touching the sliver of exposed skin between your shirt and shorts. You visibly tensed up.

Before he could think better of it, Mick called your name and pretended to stumble into you and the man.

“Hey! I’ve been looking for you.” He played up being drunk as he stuck himself between you and Glasses. “Hey, mate, how’s it going? Who are you?”

“I’m Nolan. And we were having a conversation.”

Mick had to hand it to ‘Nolan,’ he was persistent. “My bad, I guess. Y/N, your brother’s looking for you. Come on.”

He walked off and you followed after him. He hadn’t really thought this far ahead. He hadn’t been thinking at all. He was running by the seat of his pants and hoping he didn’t end up making things worse.

Last time he had thought he was helping you, he didn't speak to you for thirteen years.

“My brother left an hour ago.”

“I know.”

Mick kept walking towards the stairs up to VIP.

You kept following.

Maybe this time, things would be different.

.

When Mick was 11, he mentioned to his mom that your dad yelled at you and made you cry. That same day, his dad sat him down and asked him to tell him everything he knew about how Jos Verstappen treated his children.

He had told him everything he knew because he didn’t know why he shouldn’t. If his dad wanted to know, it had to be important. Maybe he would be helping you by telling his dad.

A week later, Mick was playing with you in the backyard when your dad started yelling. Except that time, he wasn’t yelling at you or his most frequent target of your older brother Max, he was yelling at Mick’s dad.

That day had ended with your father dragging you away from Mick. Mick remembers thinking he had grabbed you so roughly; didn’t it hurt to be seized by your arm and jerked around like that?

Jos didn’t care. He just yelled at Mick’s dad to stay away if he had such an issue with how he raised his children. So, the Schumachers stayed away. The last memory Mick had of you was with tears streaming down your face, begging your dad not to make Mick leave.

A little less than ten years later, Mick was a Formula One reserve driver. That same year, you had graduated early from university and earned a spot as a Williams performance engineer. Then, you went to Mercedes in 2021 and took over as George’s racing engineer at only twenty two years of age while Mick was racing with Haas.

"I thought you hated me."

You looked up at him, mouth full. "What? Why would I hate you?"

"For telling my dad about everything. For tearing us apart."

You swallowed your mouthful of sandwich, sat across from him in Mercedes hospitality on your lunch break.

After that night in the club, you and Mick rekindled your old friendship. You looked at him, now. You smiled at him and talked to him and sought him out just to sit and talk during your break.

Getting a second chance to be your friend was more than Mick ever thought he would have.

"Mick, that wasn't your fault. My dad... it's complicated. But our dads' falling out wasn't your fault. I never blamed you for it. You know that, right?"

No, he had not known that. He had spent the last thirteen years blaming himself for losing you. He had assumed you would blame him, too, for ending your friendship because he had spent so long as a self proclaimed scapegoat.

"Mick."

"I know that now."

"Mick!"

"I— Okay, I know it's stupid but I have always blamed myself for the whole situation. Then, when we both were getting into F1, you never reached out."

"You never reached out, either!"

"I know that but I figured you wanted nothing to do with me, so I never tried to talk to you."

"You're so daft sometimes, Schumacher."

Mick took your empty insult without argument.

After spending every free second he had with you over the last several weeks, he realized how dumb he had been. He never thought of himself as the melodramatic type but he had really been going through it when he thought you were avoiding him.

"I've never been the smartest when it comes to you."

You just scoffed at him and ate more of your sandwich.

The next day, it was a double podium for Mercedes with Lewis in P2 and George in third. With your brother on the top step of the podium, you were elated, grin broad and voice loud over the radio as you congratulated George for a race well done.

Then, you looked around the garage. Mick didn't know why until your eyes found him along the back wall. You were looking for him. You smiled (at him) and he was smiling back before he even had to think about it.

Being with you had always been easy. As kids, you never argued. You shared toys and always managed to find some weird, convoluted way to mash what you both wanted to do together.

Now that you had gotten over whatever misunderstandings that kept you apart for the last few years, it was easy again. There was never anything you two couldn't talk about. There was never awkward silence. There was never any want to not be near each other.

Mick spent all night celebrating Mercedes' 2-3 finish with you. It was easy to spend hours by your side, to stand too close, to look at you for too long. Once he had a few drinks, it was all too easy to speak his mind around you, lips loose and heart full.

"I missed you."

"I missed you, too, Micky."

"I mean I really missed you. All the time. I would think about you sometimes and miss what we used to have."

Your eyes were soft and focused only on him. He was barely tipsy from the alcohol but he was definitely drunk on you.

"Then, we were both in F1. But it was the pandemic and I was still worried you didn't want to see me. Then, when I was with Haas, I was so scared to approach you."

"Did I do something to make you think I hated you?"

"No, I was just in my head. And those months preparing for the season with Mercedes were the worst. You were so close but I was still too scared to talk to you."

"I wanted to talk to you, too," you admitted. "I thought about doing it sometimes but... I don't know. We hadn't spoken in so long and I was always so busy. I guess I was scared, too."

"I wish we had spoken sooner. We could have had this so much sooner."

"Had what sooner?"

"I don't know." That was a lie. "This. Us."

In all honesty, Mick didn't know what you two were. To anyone who asked, he would say old friends. But you were much more than that.

When he was ten, Mick kissed you for the first time. He had been in love with you since before he even understood what it meant. There was more heartbreak in the severing of your friendship than your families knew, more than either of you had known at that point.

And now, you were together again. Friends again. Except, friends don't sit knee to knee for hours at a time, wholly absorbed in nothing but each other in a raucous club with post-race celebrations going on all around them.

Friends don't let friends ghost their fingertips over the exposed skin of their shoulders, rest their hands on each other's thighs, play with the ends of their hair or the hem of their clothes.

"I missed us." Mick wondered if you knew what he meant by that.

You smiled (at him, again). "Me, too."

You were so close to him. Any sort of respectable distance was out the window. Your thighs were pressed together. You were sat sideways, head resting in your hand as you leaned an arm on the back of the couch.

He could sit up a little straighter and that was all it would take to reach your lips. He was seriously debating doing it.

Then, your brother smacked the back of your head as he was walking past, said something to you in Dutch that had you cursing at him in the same language.

"Hey, Mick," Max tossed at him with an uncomfortably knowing grin.

"Hey, Max."

Suddenly faced with the older brother of the woman he was just been fantasizing about kissing in the middle of a public space, Mick felt his face grow hot. He couldn't quite make eye contact with the eldest Verstappen child.

"Go away, Max," you told your brother with a glare.

Kelly took pity on you, dragging her boyfriend away.

"What did he say?" Mick asked you.

"'Get a room.'"

Mick laughed nervously, shifted away from you slightly. "Sorry, I—"

"Do you want to get out of here?"

Being with you had always been easy. It was maybe the easiest thing Mick had ever done to nod his head yes and let you drag him out of that club.

You sat too close in the cab ride back to the hotel. He stood too close in the elevator up to his hotel room. You held his arm as he fumbled with the keycard to get the door open.

You pushed at his chest to get him to sit on the edge of the bed. He went down willingly, kept his eyes on you the entire time. You stood between his legs, pushed his hair back, let him lean into your touch.

"Is this okay?" you asked.

Were you seriously asking that? He had turned into putty in your hands from just a few touches. You hadn't even kissed him yet.

"Mick," you insisted at his silence.

"Yes. It's okay. It is so okay. Don't stop. Please."

He couldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed by just how easily you had reduced him to begging.

Above him, you smiled before leaning down to press your lips to his. His neck was craned back; you had a hand on the back of his head and one on his shoulder to keep him in place. He let you dictate the pace, let you kiss him however you wanted.

It was slow at first, just your lips on his. You set the tempo low, moved your mouth at a torturous pace. You sucked his bottom lips between both of yours. When your tongue finally poked out, he let his jaw slacken, let you lick into his mouth without a need to fight against it.

You slid your tongue against his. The exchange of saliva was erotic and messy and left Mick panting against you. He gripped the backs of your thighs, adjusted his hips, tangled his fingers in the hem of your dress.

Mick slipped into German as he got lost in want. "Liebe, bitte. Bitte, ich brauche dich." [Baby, please. Please, I need you.]

And you—brilliant, keen, genius you—knew what he was saying. When did you learn German? Did you remember enough of it from all the time you had spent with his family as a child? He had no clue.

"Sei geduldig. We will get there." [Be patient.]

"I have been patient for years. Please, Y/N."

You kissed him again to shut him up, faster, harder, sloppier this time. Your hand slid over the column of his throat, just resting there as nothing but a reminder. He keened into your mouth, the vibration getting caught by your hand.

"I love you," he gasped, out of breath.

You drew back.

Mick's heart stopped.

"You love me?"

He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing against your hand. "Yes. I have since we were kids. I don't— I don't want this if this is all it will be. I want everything with you. I want you to love me, too."

Somehow, it was still easy for him to lay all his cards on the table, to let you see everything and wait for your verdict. He was terrified, yes, but he trusted you implicitly.

He loved you and only you—he had only ever loved you this desperately and wholly, thirteen years apart be damned.

"I'm in love with you," he said.

You seemed breathless and speechless all at once.

He knows he said too much. It was definitely overwhelming to have all of that said to you with no warning but once he started, he couldn't stop. He had kept it all to himself for so long, watching from afar, never able to get close to you.

Now, here you were. He only hoped he had not read into things that were not there. He looked up at you, ice blue eyes wide and hopeful, patiently awaiting your response.

"I love you, too," you said on an exhale. "I'm in love with you, too. I thought I was crazy for it but I think I've always loved you."

Mick was not entirely convinced that this all wasn't some sick wet dream he would wake up from in the morning. He didn't care. He couldn't care, not when you slid your hand up to his jaw, held his face so gently, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky.

"It's always been you, Mick."

He couldn't stop himself anymore. He pulled you close, guided your legs to either side of his hips, held your head and kissed you.

Dominance was shared this time as you kissed each other. You sighed into his mouth, a contented and wanting sound. You rested your arms on his shoulders as your tongues danced. His hands pushed up higher under the skirt of your dress, squeezing the soft skin of your upper thighs.

"Okay?" was the simple question he asked before taking things any further.

"Please."

Supporting your weight, Mick lifted you out of his lap and laid you out on your back. Hovering over you, he slid a hand up your dress to your hip. He caught the waistband of your underwear, glanced up at you to make sure.

You nodded.

He got both hands under your dress to pull your underwear off. He pushed your legs apart and you let them fall open, exposing yourself to him and he nearly moaned at the sight alone.

You were laid open and not quite bare with your dress still on but your pretty pink folds were in clear view. He had never expected to have you in any way, let alone spread open and ready to be ravished, but to say he hadn't imagine it two hundred times over would be a lie.

He moved down your body to kiss your left thigh, first closer to your knee then moving up so the soft, supple skin of your inner thigh. He let his breath fan over your pussy, felt the way you twitched at the sensation. Then, he kissed back down your right leg, trailing kisses down to your knee.

"Mick," you urged.

He bit back the repetition of your words about patience from earlier, instead deciding to be nice and lift your knees up over his shoulders, slide his arms under your legs to warp around and hold them in place, then settle in between your thighs like he had nowhere to be for quite some time.

Your folds were glistening in anticipation by the time his lips met them. He kissed over your aching core one, two, three painfully slow times before finally letting his tongue slot against your clit. His lips moved in tandem with his tongue, sucking and licking at the little bundle of nerves until you threw your head back and choked out a throaty moan.

"Mick—please."

That was all the encouragement he needed.

Mick dropped his head to slide his tongue down between your folds, to press at your entrance over and over, lapping at your pussy in a way that could not care about saliva and slick dripping off his chin.

His nose nudged at your clit. Every breath in was nothing but the scent of you ingraining itself in his brain in a way he will never forget. He would never want to forget a single thing about you in that moment.

Not your scent or the taste of your cunt on his tongue. Not the feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair, not pushing or guiding just holding onto him like you just wanted to have your hands on him in any way you could. Not the way you breathed his name halfway between a moan and a cry, or how you arched your back as you were overwhelmed with bliss.

You were coming apart on his tongue and lips and nothing else. If he could save the taste of you and get high on it every night he would. If he could bottle the feeling of you trying not to squirm under the pleasure that he was bringing you, he would drink himself dumb a thousand times over.

"Mick—!"

He hummed in perfect contentment as you cried his name in warning. Your muscles tensed, legs tried to close around his head as he worked you closer and closer to the edge. He just dug in more, ate you out more fervently, slipped his tongue inside of you until you were gasping from the feeling of it.

When he made you come the first time, it was with a cry of his name and panting moans as you bucked your hips up against his face. He worked you through it, kissing and licking at your clit until you were pushing at his head to pull him off.

When he lifted his face from between your thighs, his face was wet, covered in you and he loved it. You laughed breathlessly as you saw him, still shaking slightly from your orgasm.

"Jeez, Mick. When did you learn to go down on a girl like that?"

He was a little lightheaded and a lot pussy drunk, but he still knew better than to mention any girl he'd been with before. "I want you to be the only girl I ever go down on again."

"Good answer," you said, and pulled him up to kiss you as a reward.

You could probably taste yourself on his lips but didn't seem to care as you kissed him hungrily. You tugged at his shirt, so he pulled it over his head. You ran your hands over his torso unabashedly, feeling his stomach and shoulders, bringing goosebumps to his skin as you ran your fingernails down his chest.

Despite having you crumbling apart under his mouth not three minutes ago, when you climbed into his lap and started kissing his neck, Mick felt like he was short circuiting.

Your dress had fallen back over your hips to hide it but he knew you were uncovered underneath the silky fabric. If his pants were off, he could be inside of you right now.

He slid the straps of your dress off your shoulders as you gripped his jaw and tilted his head to the side to kiss at his neck some more. He went pliantly, moaned softly at the feel of your teeth tugging at the sensitive skin where his neck met his clavicle.

He reached around to your back to unzip your dress. When you slid your arms out of the straps and he pulled the top of the dress down, he was finally able to get his hands on your boobs, taking big handfuls of each.

You were still kissing and licking his neck, teasing your teeth against his skin every so often. When he ran his thumbs over your nipples until they were hard under his fingers, your breaths grew shaky. He carefully let his nails drag over the firm peaks, pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers and tugged until you were arching into him.

"So handsy," you commented breathlessly.

"I want to touch every inch of you until you can recognize me by feel alone."

Mick dropped his head between your breasts, kissed the skin there and the side of your boob before you pushed him back. He whined as you deprived him of becoming acquainted with another part of yourself he already knew he would never get enough of.

Then, you stood and stepped out of your dress to leave yourself bare. He couldn't find a reason to complain.

He was prepared to slide to the floor at your feet. Then, you beckoned him toward you.

You had him sit at the edge of the bed again. You dropped to your knees. You popped the button of his pants. You pulled his boxers down just enough, and then his cock was stood at full attention just in front of your face.

He cursed under his breath. You heard it and smirked before licking up the underside of his cock. You wrapped a warm hand around him, stroked him a few times while kitten licking at his tip.

"Y/N. Liebe, please. Y/N, please."

You were not as easily convinced to dive in and give Mick what he wanted as he was with you. You didn't change what you were doing, just continued to let the tip of your tongue dance along the top of his cock while your hand moved on him slowly.

You finally closed your lips over the head of his dick and Mick could have come from that and nothing more. You popped him out of your mouth with an audible noise. Mick groaned; you would be the death of him and he wouldn't even fight against it.

You shot him a Cheshire grin. The sight was lewd and unbelievably hot: you, with a hand around his cock and a big smile on your face like you enjoyed nothing more than sucking him off. Mick was going to combust if he wasn't inside of you in the next two minutes.

"Y/N—"

He tried to tell you as much but your mouth was on him again and he couldn't get the words out. You swirled your tongue around his head, then your jaw opened and and you took as much of him in your mouth as you could. It was warm and wet.

Your tongue flexed against the underside of his dick when it hit the back of your throat. He could feel himself press into your soft pallet until you had to come up for air with a slight gag.

He couldn't bring himself to make you stop when you went back in for more. His breaths were short and labored, legs tense under your free hand as he mentally and physically had to hold himself back from coming down your throat.

He could imagine how you would gag around him when he did, pulling up to take his load just behind your lips instead. You might open your mouth after he had finished, show him your handiwork as it was pooled on your tongue before swallowing it all.

"Y/N, you have to stop. I'm going to come."

You took him out of your mouth to press a sloppy kiss to his cock. You pouted up at him as you let his length rest against your face. He could feel your eyelashes against it when you blinked.

"You don't want me to make you come?"

"I don't want to be spent yet. Come lay down for me?"

You let him pull you off the floor, kissed him as you crawled up the bed and laid yourself out on your back. He managed to kick his pants and boxers off while searching his suitcase for a condom then get back over to you without tripping over his own feet.

You giggled at his eagerness. Your hands ran over his chest as he ripped the packet open and slid the condom on. Your legs were already parted for him as he positioned himself.

He glanced up at you, not nervous but checking in. Your gaze was set on where your two bodies were about to fit together, hungry and expectant. Who was Mick to deprive you of what you wanted?

Entering you was as easy as anything with you was. You were still soaked from Mick's saliva and your own fluids. Your mouth fell open and your walls fluttered around him. A moan croaked past your lips as you gripped his arms.

"Holy shit, Mick."

He had to be sure, so he asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm in fucking ecstasy. Oh my god, baby."

Mick started moving his hips, long, slow strokes in and out as you keened beneath him, panting from almost nothing at all. He could live off the noises you made for him. He snapped his hips against yours, was rewarded with a gasp and startled little mewl and your fingernails digging into his biceps.

"Mick, please."

He continued the same slow pace. In and out, almost languid, near torture but so worth the desperate way you pulled at his shoulders and hips, physically trying to get him to speed up, to give you more.

"Mick. Go faster."

"I love you." Anything for you.

He made a smooth transition from rolling his hips against yours to making them a piston, pace and weight faster and harder. He bore down on you heavier. You cried out, dragging your nails down his back to only spur him on.

He sat back, pressed down on you with his hands on the backs of your knees to fold you in half. You couldn't easily get away from him when he had you pinned down like this, thighs spread wide and pussy bared to be split open on his cock. You tipped your head back and moaned loudly.

"You've got to try and be quiet, baby," he told you; you were still in a hotel.

"You're making it really difficult."

Mick grinned but eased off just a bit. "Sorry—"

"Don't you fucking dare. Fuck me, Schumacher. Fuck me hard."

So, he did.

.

You were sticky, shaking, and more than satisfied when Mick was through with you. Three more orgasms, four different positions, and five I love you's later, you had passed out against Mick's chest after he had carefully wiped you clean.

The next morning, you and Mick came down for breakfast together. Max was already there; you usually ate breakfast with your brother if you were staying in the same hotel because there wasn't much time to see him elsewhere on race weekends.

When he clocked the way you and Mick were so casually close together, the little looks you kept sneaking, he smacked a hand on the table and pointed an accusatory finger in your face.

"I knew it!"

Mick went red.

You just rolled your eyes. "Shut up, Max."

. . .

a/n. this was partially inspired by this one max fic i read a while ago that i couldn't find again. it's schumacher!reader x max and reader is the one to tell michael about how jos treats max then reader and max reconnect years later. i think it was inspired by "seven" by taylor swift.

if anyone can find it/the author lmk and i'll give credit! hope you enjoyed <3

edit: credit is due to @mastermind123 (who i cannot tag for some reason) and their story, seven. go read it; it’s so cute!!

[sweetheartsaku]

(BLLK) LOVE BELT.

𝜗𝜚 BLUE LOCK VARIOUS: MYOSOTIS (FORGET ME NOT).

a/n: [fem!reader] AHHHHH FIRST BLLK POST!!!!! LASTEST FIXTATION!!!! hopefully not too ooc huhu, hope pt1-ers find pt2~

— characters: isagi, kunigami, nagi, reo

part two ! ♡ chigiri, rin, bachira

isagi yoichi ; love belt - jonghyun, yunha

ties your shoes for you!!!!! doesn't care if it holds back the group or how long it makes them stop for. double knot, never too tight (the occasional times my guy friends tie my laces i swear i lose circulation in my feet 😔).

embodiment of a beabadoobee song! hes such a sweetheart (apart from on the field) n' kisses you lightly on the corner of your lips or on your eyelid, holds you a little higher than your hip and hugs you with his arms supporting your back from beneath.

your mama loves him more than you do, i fear (ᵕ—ᴗ—) bro fr pulled up to your house with a rose for your mama and a mug for your dad, because who is he to pull up to his girlfriend's house without gifts for your parents? (with intentions of getting to know what they're like so the wedding goes smooth) how can you expect your mama not to fall for him after he offers to help wash the dishes?

learns all the little things you like, has a note on his phone with your fruit tea and coffee order. knows what type of materials you like, especially to the girls who have sensory issues 🫡. he always has you in mind, buying hoodies and shirts that not only he likes, but you like

in conclusion, spectacular gimme 14 more of em'

kunigami rensuke ; no. 1 party anthem - arctic monkeys

ALWAYS THE FIRST TO INITIATE. always plans dates first. has anniversary ideas months prior. he has your order memorized and makes sure the date won't ruin your latest set of nails.

holds your leg when you bounce it ! very worried when you do. always looks around for a little. is it cold? are there weird guys?

he's so boyfriend i just wanna kiss him, tells you to wear whatever you want because he can fight (#needthat)! kunigami one of the most boyfriend in the show pre wildcard! ദ്ദി(•̀ ᴗ - ) ☆

do you guys know that trend when there's a girl then her boyfriend comes in and swoops her away (or is it just me HELP hopefully i don't sound crazy)?? but he does it so effortlessly omg. didn’t spend that long in the gym for nothing

mornings are the hardest because his diligence and discipline for the gym are out of the roof. but he’s not completely heartless! kunigami feels really bad as you sleep uncomfortably without him, tossing and turning just missing the grasp that once held you. worst bit is when you wake up the same time as him, but you’re a lot sleepier, resulting in you weakly catching his wrist. breaks his heart whenever he has to go and presses a chaste kiss to your temple >3<

holds your waist on public transport. smells like axe body spray /hj

nagi seishirou ; no one noticed - the marías

BLANKET HOG!!!!!! unfortunately, you're always cold because sometimes you can find yourself freezing your toes off in the middle of the night because this little sloth feeds off warmth. if not wrapping the entire blanket around himself, is practically on top of you with his nose nestled in the crook of your neck and his lips basically on your collarbone as you run your hands through white locks (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

fiddles with the hem of your shirt or loose drawstrings on your pants. his hand in the pocket nearest to your butt, fidgets with your rings and knows which ones go on which finger by heart.

very very very immersed when you paint your nails or get them done. but nagi takes a good 5 minutes to stare at them (especially if there's charms on them) and a girl would be confused. but in reality, he just really likes them (but, he'd prefer if they'd run through his hair instead).

doesn't get the stuff on tall shelves on purpose SUPER SENIOR ALERT WEE WOO WEEWOO!!!!!!! either because its "too much of a hassle" or because he wants to get a reaction out of you (cruel)

falls asleep in movies sooo quickly its adorable. 30 minutes into the movie his head is on your shoulder. scared, due to his tall nature that he'd get neck pain when he wakes up, you have to gently pat him awake (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭ and he'll ask you to carry him (???)

reo mikage ; love maze - BTS

zip up your jackets, wraps your scarves. holds your hands when your cold and rubs them with his!!!!

reo's favourite place to kiss you is your hand. craves the intimacy of it all. as his princess what the hell are you doing without a kiss to your hand before every door you open? (you don't remember the last time you opened a door before you started dating reo)

apart from the soccer club, most likely plays in a band as well. occasional school-related gigs here and there and a few enjoyable get-togethers with his friends to just play whatever. watch his performances! (SOOO cheesy!!!! says "this is for you, [name]" before he starts his pasilyo cover.)

cooks' breakfast on hard weeks. when everything seems to be falling apart, your boyfriend will always be there to help you pick up the pieces, even if it's just the little things. when you're sick GYATT DAHH will you be feeling better in days!!!!! he'll keep distance but won't hesitate to move a strand of hair from your mouth as he spoon feeds you or place the back of his hand on your forehead. but also, doesn't mind being sick if it meant you were ok.

promise rings promise rings promise rings. did i mention promise rings? its either the crazy big, expensive diamond or a simple one in silver that has his initial on the inside <33

[fanged-fanfics]

👑🧡 Wukong and Macaque x fem reader — Cuddle HCs 💜🌙

Genres: Romance, Fluff || she/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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- Wukong is absolutely needy when it comes to cuddles. He loves the feeling of having you wrapped up in his arms, it brings him a lot of comfort to feel your warmth

- Macaque enjoys them, but has a hard time admitting that he does. He'll act like you're convincing him into it, even if in reality he's been waiting for you to ask all day

- "Geez, fine, princess. If you really want em that badly, then come here"

- The two definitely turn it competitive and compare who gets more attention than the other. They get into little bragging matches about it and everything

- "Well I had her for over an hour!"

"So? She was with me all day yesterday"

"I was busy! I had to train the kid"

"Sure, Great Sage, whatever makes you feel better"

- They get extra clingy to try and make up the difference if they think one is getting more than the other. It's not uncommon to have then randomly plop down on either side of you, both ready to ask for attention

- Wukong likes to cuddle by wrapping his arms around you, fully feeling you against his body. He loves nuzzling into your neck or shoulder, always looking to wrap you up in his embrace as much as possible

- Macaque is more the type to let you lean on him, though he will give an arm to wrap around your waist or shoulders too. He let's his tail wrap around you the most, keeping you close to him with a firm hold on your hip

- Wukong complains a lot if you try to get up before he's ready to let go. He groans and whines if you get up too early and follows behind you when you do get up since he's still feeling clingy

- Macaque tries to use more sly tactics to keep you laying down. Just subtle teasing and flirting, he likes using his charm to woo you back into his embrace. If that doesn't work then you got a grumpy monkey following you around with a tail around your waist

- They ask for it in different ways but they both want cuddles the second you come home and always before bed. They're the same amount of clingy in the early mornings too

[wlwsoccerfics]

Tell her or i will! (StephCatleyXTeenReader)

Warning: bullying

Summary: you are acting strange and won't tell your mom why. But your best (daughter of Meadema) is really worried.

"Beth! Y/n isn't Home yet! Is she at your place?" Your Mom asked her best friend on the Phone .

"No she isn't here! Last Time Marla hasn't seen her since practice either. Which i know cause i was wondering why the two weren't hanging out together today. Sind they are always attached by the hip." Beth stated.

"she won't answer her phone. So something must have happened." Your Mom replied. It was clear how worried she was about you.

"i totally...Marla, why do you look like you know something? Spill!" Beth stated. Viv looked at her daughter and wife.

"uh..." Marla didn't really want to tell on you.

"Marla Henriette Miedema-Mead, what is going on?" Beth asked.

"liefje, please tell us what's going on?" Viv stated.

"y/n got in trouble at school and didn't want to tell auntie steph. because she doesn't want to make her sad." Your best friend answered.

"all i am right now is worried! Bethy she is 12 years old. It's almost 8pm. It's dark outside. I am calling the Police!" Your Mom told her best friend.

"you don't have to...she is at Tylers place." Marla admitted. Tyler was you best friend as well. He also was the son of Katie and Caitlin.

"oh thank god! I am gonna call you back, Beth. Gonna give McFoord a call." Your Mom explained.

And that's what she did.

"Caitlin? Is my daughter at your house?" Your Mom asked your auntie Cait.

"uh yes. She is in the Yard with Tyler playing football." Your aunt Caitlin said.

"i will be over soon to pick her up." Your Mom answered.

"her and Tyler told us you agreed to letting her sleep over cause it's friday." Caitlin stated.

"she didn't come home. Appearently she got in trouble at school and didn't want to upset me!" Your Mom explained.

"okay...that is information we didn't have. But i am sure Tyler knew." Your auntie Cait said.

"Marla knew as well!" Your Mom told her.

She drove over to Katies & Caitlins House, being met outside by Beth, Viv and Marla. The Teen did look kind of guilty. Your mom didn't like it at all.

"what are the three of you doing here?" Your Mom wanted to know. Confused and worried.

"Marla said she has something to say. Well she wants y/n to explain things. Cause there is a good reason for all of this appearently." Beth answered.

"let's go inside so we can figure this out!" Viv said.

"good Idea! I want to know what the hell is going on with my Kid!" Your Mom said. They all walked to the Front door but didn't have a Chance to knock because Katie opened the door.

"not that i am Not Happy to See all of you, but why are you all Here! I was only expecting Steph. Altough i am still confused about what is going on!" Katie stated.

"Welcome to the Club. But appearently Marla can enlighten us. Or wants y/n to do so!" Beth explained. Katie stepped aside to let them in. Giving Viv a hug. Cause that's what two best Friends do. Well Not all of them but yeah you get it.

You sat on the Couch when they walked in. Avoiding eye contact with everyone. Especially your Mom though.

"y/n? What is going on? Why didn't you come home? Why did you get in trouble at school...and oh my god...why do you have a black eye?" Your Mom wanted to know. She had so many questions. You finally fully looked at her and she saw how Bad that black eye of yours really was.

"i run into a Goalpost at practice!" You said. "And i got in trouble cause i was calling a classmate 'domme aap'. " You stated. Your aunt Viv covered her mouth quickly so she wouldn't laugh. Katie knew what it meant as well and couldn't stop herself from laughing. ( Stupid monkey )

"why did you do that?" Your Mom wanted to know. She didn't look pleased but also like she wanted to smile cause you called your classmate a stupid monkey.

"i don't know!" You quickly said.

"y/n..Tell your Mom or i will!" Your best friend stated. You looked at her. Tyler eyed you.

"Marla, nothing to tell here!" You answered and shook your head no.

"Y/n, maybe it's time to tell the truth!" Tyler told you. Your aunt Caitlin looked at you.

"what is going on Kiddo? Please Tell us or at least your Mom."your Auntie Caitlin said softly.

"i agree with Caitlin!" Your auntie Viv answered.

"yes me too. Speak up now, please!" Your Mom told you and you sighed softly.

"i get bullied at school. The black eye is from getting punched and i called on of the kids that Bully me stupid monkey. A teacher heard it and since one of the bullies is the field Hockey Star of school they believed her." You stated.

"well they didn't even hear y/n or either of us out in fact!" Marla said.

"we wanted to tell you but y/n didn't want to. She didn't want to make you sad!" Tyler admitted. All of the adults were shocked.

"let me get this clear. They physically and mentally abused you and the school is blaming it on you?!" Katie said. Your aunt was mad.

"let's all go down to school on monday and tell them they better fix this or there will be consequences!" Katie told everyone.

"i agree with Mom!" Tyler replied.

"yeah this Is not fair! They literally call her mean things and push her around. Hurt her. Auntie stephy! The broken arm two months ago wasn't from her falling down the stairs! She was pushed! The black eye now is from getting punched in the face! Me and Tyler...we tried to Stop it!' Marla let them know.

"i am sorry for not telling you, mom." You answered, Walking over to her. Hugging her. Your Mom of course hugged you back gently. Kissing the top of your head.

"we are going down to the school on monday. I promise and it's okay sweet love!"your Mom whispered out. Running her fingers through your hair. She knew this always helped you to calm down.

An hour later you convinced you Guys decided on a sleepover over at McFoords place. you and your two best friends were thrilled. The adults drank some wine and talked while you watched a movie with Tyler and marla on Tylers Laptop.

[wordsofwhimsy]

What are your Mustache Mark thoughts?

i'm so glad you ask 😏

he is testosterone manifest. he's not as stoic as Viltrum!Mark, and has a bit more of an aggressive, dominant energy.

he has an aura that says he CAN and WILL put down the law, doesn't shy away from punishment, but prefers you just submit voluntarily. this the type of man that is ALWAYS the big spoon. always on top. never lets you take the lead.

he's not as stiff as Viltrum!Mark either. he picks up on earth customs pretty quick and finds amusement & pleasure in a lot of things we do. first time he goes to a cookout he just naturally finds himself standing around the grill with all the other men, their little primitive monkey brains like fire... yes... meat... yes... very good

when he laughs it's full body, makes everyone in the room look and laugh too - not even because anything's actually funny but people just want to be like him - or be with him. possibly both.

i also think he'd really like dogs. little ones, ironically lmao. he'd carry around like, a chihuahua with the straight face while he absolutely annihilates some poor peon for being "useless and incompetent". he thinks big dogs are too gross and smelly - too much shedding, too much drooling. cats are unpredictable and untrustworthy. little dogs submit to his pack leader energy and are relatively clean, don't take up too much space. he approves

i think he'd be very handsy too. not like, groping you but just ALWAYS has to have a hand on you - especially when out in public. on your lower back, around your waist, or maybe you're hanging onto his arm. it's a respect thing, y'know? there should never be any question who you belong to

wow i could honestly keep going i love Mustache!Mark lore he doesn't get NEARLY enough attention 😭

[rxmqnova]

Natasha x daughter reader

Reader lives on the helicarrier with her Mommy. After spending the week with her uncle Clint whilst mommy was on a solo mission. Natasha comes home to find her daughter has picked up her uncle's annoying habit of travelling through air vents.

Air vents

Y/N: 7 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Y/N/N? Where are you, you cheeky little monkey?" Natasha calls, looking for her daughter.

Natasha only just arrived back home from her week long mission while her daughter has been with Clint over the week. And right now she really just wants some cuddles from her little girl.

"Mommy! Mommy!" Y/N's little voice is heard from the other room along with her footsteps as she's running to where her mommy is.

"There you are" Natasha sighs in relief, opening her arms for her daughter who sprints into her mother's arms in full speed, causing them to end up on the ground, Y/N on top of Natasha.

Natasha takes it as an opportunity and starts tickling her daughter, causing Y/N to squeal and laugh, trying to get away from her mother's strong hold.

"Mommy, stop" Y/N laughs out, tears from laughter escaping her eyes on which Natasha decides to actually stop.

"I missed you so much, baby" The redhead says softly, pressing a kiss to her daughter's head as she carefully stands up with Y/N wrapped around her like a koala.

"I missed you too, mommy. So much. I drew you lots of pictures, you have to see!" Y/N explains enthusiastically, swinging her legs happily while Natasha's carrying her into her room.

"Oh really? I can't wait to see then" Natasha smiles, a teasing tone in her voice.

"You'll love them, mama. Even uncle Clint helped" Y/N points out, playing with a strand of Natasha's hair.

"Speaking of uncle Clint, were you nice for him?" Natasha asks teasingly, raising an eyebrow at her daughter.

"Mhm. I'm ALWAYS nice, mommy" Y/N nods her head, earning another chuckle from her mother.

"Oh, are you now?" She teases, earning one more nod from her daughter which makes her chuckle. "Alright you, will you bring the pictures while mommy takes a shower?"

Hearing a nod from Y/N, Natasha walks into the bathroom after Y/N runs away. She knows her daughter can cause a lot of trouble without being watched though, so she really tries to take as quick shower as possible.

When she walks out of the bathroom again, she finds Y/N sitting on the bed, several papers surrounding her on which she can't help but chuckle.

"Come, mommy, you have to see!" Y/N grins, patting a spot next to her while waiting for Natasha to join her. "Look!" She grins once again, handing her mother the first drawing.

And after showing Natasha every single picture she drew for her, the little girl gets an idea.

"Let's play hide and seek, mommy!" Y/N grins, looking at Natasha with pleading eyes.

"Honey, I'm really tired, can't we just-"

"Please, mommy! Please, please!" Y/N begs, pulling out her best puppy eyes and knowing well Natasha can't resist them.

"… Fine, just for a little bit though" Natasha sighs, a smile forming on her face when she hears Y/N's cheers.

"'Kay, mommy. I'll go to hide!" Y/N beams happily, already running out of the room before Natasha can even say a word.

"Cheeky little monkey" Natasha chuckles to herself and starts counting to 20 like they always do while playing hide and seek.

What Natasha doesn't know though is that Y/N kinda took over her uncle Clint's habit which is traveling through air vents.

Y/N is such a cheeky little girl and managed to get Clint to show her every single way around the air vents. Turned out Clint can't resist Y/N's puppy eyes either, so he agreed.

Natasha starts looking for her daughter, always making sure to check every single place her daughter could be.

Y/N, on the other hand, uses the air vents every single time she hears her mother's voice or footsteps, always quietly giggling.

Natasha soon becomes desperate. She's a spy, how come she can't find her own child? The thought is stuck in her mind after she searches through every single room.

"Y/N, this is not funny anymore. Where are you?" Natasha calls, worry taking over her. Y/N couldn't just disappear, right?

Luckily for her, she bumps into Clint.

"Haven't you seen Y/N? We're playing hide and seek, but I've been looking for more than 20 minutes and just can't find her" Natasha sighs, hoping Clint will say yes.

"… I think I know where she is" Clint chuckles nervously. "I'll be back in a minute"

Before Natasha can say anything, Clint rushes away. Natasha's quick to follow, her eyes widening when she sees Clint crawl into the air vents.

It doesn't take long until he finds the little troublemaker and as soon Y/N crawls out of the air vents, she sprints to Natasha.

"I won, mommy! I won!" She grins, crashing her small body into Natasha's legs.

"You did, baby, but mommy was so worried about you. You can't do this to me ever again" Natasha sighs, lifting her daughter up and holding her tightly, happy her little one is okay.

"… Clint? How does Y/N know her way around the air vents?" Natasha raises an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

"Well, you know… Did you hear that? I think I heard someone just calling for me. I'm coming!" Clint practically sprints out of the room, he's surely in a lot of trouble and NO ONE wants to get on Natasha's bad side.

"Clint!"

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Finally managed to get at least one one shot done, getting back into writing is much harder than I thought…

Natasha Romanoff masterlist

Masterlist

[tan1shere]

Bent Over

Ellie williams x female reader !

A/n: YES ANOTHER AM SONG INSPIRED FIC !! but I was listening to teddy picker and the lyrics are just 🤌🏻 and I ofc had to do this with Els cuz she fits Arctic Monkeys the best

Summary: you have to go out for a small family dinner with your girlfriend, Joel, Maria, and Tommy.

Warnings: smut ! Mdni. Bratty reader ? The reader just doesn't give up on trying to tease Ellie. Soft dom Ellie yall !!! 🥰 (I'm so obsessed with soft doms oh my) sub reader, oral (r receiving) swearing ?? Orgasm denial - think that's it <3

Masterlist

You wouldn't consider yourself a very fancy person, but considering you and Ellie had only been going out for 4 months, it was probably about time you met some of her family. The flowy black dress that hug your curves was gorgeous, you had to admit but you weren't use to it at all. Even tho this was Ellies family she still wanted to dress right. She had a lovely suit on. Its one thing you loved about her, how comfortable she was. It's not that you didn't feel comfortable in this dress, you loved it. You hardly got to wear them. You just felt a little unusual. "You look-" Ellie couldn't find the correct words. Beautiful, gorgeous, stunning? She wanted to use them all quite frankly.

"Els you look even prettier." You say sweetly, going over, fixing her tie and her hair just a little. "Youre perfect." She blurts out. And thats all it took to ease all those nerves in you. You had made a plan not to drink too much tonight either. Lightweight was an understatement, one drink and you were gone. So you had to be careful you couldn't fuck this up. Especially when you could get a bit intense when you were drunk, even a little bratty. So it was a must that you didn't do that infront of them.

You and Ellie had arrived to the restaurant not too long after. Seeing, Joel, Tommy, and Maria already there and seated. "Sorry if we are a bit late." Ellie says apologetically, hugging Joel first. "We were just early kiddo, no need to be sorry." He says hugging back. "Well guys, this is my girlfriend, Y/n." She says motioning for you to go over. You give them a smile, giving each a polite hug. "It's nice to finally meet you." Maria smiles. "It's nice to meet you all too." You begin to sit down looking at the menu. "Ellie wouldn't stop braggin 'bout you, didn't even know if you were real." Tommy states, to which Ellie kicks his foot under the table. "Ow-" "But it's so good to finally meet you hun." Joel gives a kind smile. You return it but your attention turns to Ellies you could tell she wanted this to go smoothly.

The drinks were coming around, and it's not like you weren't going to have atleast one. Ellies mistake, which she was going to do was monitor it. When she soon saw how fast you were drinking on your second one her eyes widened, grabbing it and setting it down. "Slow down there babe." She whispers slightly, then giving you quite the look. You blink slightly, hadn't even realized the pace you were going at. Oops. "So Y/n, how long have you been living here." Maria asks, to which your beginning tipsy self, didn't hear. "Ehem." Ellie coughs out, bringing you to reality again. "Oh- pardon, uhm since I was about 2." You smile at her. "And have you always lived around here?" Tommy pipes up. "It differs, I haven't lived around here my whole life but different areas." You go for another sip of your drink.

That feeling started to creep up on you, and you hadn't really shown it. Making Ellie oblivious. But you had no control over your next move. Your hand moves to hers that's resting on her thigh, you go to grab it placing it on yours instead. Normal right? Until you smirk slightly. Your hand moves up, and up- "Ellie?" Joel inquires as she suddenly chokes slightly on her food. "Im good I'm good." She gives him a reassuring smile. "But you're not. - Y/n. Stop it." Ellie whispers in your ear, trying to get you to stop drinking anymore, you knew you'd hate yourself tomorrow. She looks at you, her whispering got lower. You just shrug. "Don't." She mouths. But that only made you want to do it more.

Next move was to put your own hand on her thigh, it flexes as soon as she feels it. She lets out an annoyed breath. "How's everyone's food?" Tommy then asks. "I love mine." You say in the most sickly sweet voice. This makes Ellie bite her cheek. "A word?" She begins to get up, grabbing your hand. "Excuse me, you guys. I forgot to ask her something before we left." They all nod. "Alright babygirl, take your time." Joel gives a sweet smile yet again.

"What the hell are you doing." She speaks, all too calmly for your liking, figuring she'd be more pissed off. You knew that's not how Ellie was. She never had to yell to get you to shut up. "Huh?" You think. "I dunno." You smile at her. "You just look so good Els." She scoffs slightly. "Behave." She goes to walk away. "Well maybe you should've kept an eye out." Her movements still, she doesn't say a word. Uh oh. You shut up for a second til her head turns. "Hey baby?" You hum. "Dont be surprised when you get bent over."

Your hands scramble to grip the couch. "I-" She tuts. "Nuh uh, you started this pretty girl. Why don't we just finish it." You go to sit back up but that was clearly no use. "This is basically your fault." You speak, voice muffled by the cushion. Her laugh echoes throughout your guys living room. "Oh, baby, baby baby. I wasn't the one making a fool of myself was I? Hmm?" You stay silent, unable to find the words, as you feel her hand come in between your thighs. Your mouth hangs open slightly. They squeeze together, making her hum. "I told you, but you were dying for it-" "No, i-" her finger slips inside your underwear, slipping into your entrance making you shut right up. "What was that?" Her tone was soft, but her intentions were definitely the opposite. "Nothing, I swear." You let your eyes shut, letting out a slight moan as her finger goes deeper.

"That's what I thought." Then all of a sudden her finger was gone. And just like that, she had you wrapped around her finger. You curse at yourself but it turned you on more how easily she could shut you up. It was hot nonetheless. You sit up, facing her now. Grabbing onto her collar and bringing her in for a kiss. Falling backwards her hands land beside your head, keeping her upright. The kiss got more heated by the second. You slowly begin to grind up into her, knowing she can't resist you. "God you're foul." She smirks against your lips. It only transfers to your lips, but wider. "Know you love me." She just shakes her head, that smirk never leaving.

Her hands pin yours above your head so effortlessly, keeping that kiss going. Until she moves to your neck, then lower. Reaching your cleavage. Her soft fingers go for the straps of your dress and pull them off your shoulders. They move down to the bottom, getting a good grip and tugging it off you. Your nipples harden at the cool air. Ellie bites her lip slightly. "This should be fun." That confused you tons. But oh boy were you not ready for what she had in store.

"Ellie.." You breathe out as you arch your back. "Hmm?" She was antagonizing you. The need to cum had been relentless and she denied it everytime. You were overstimulated to the max, making her enjoy eating you out for the longest time. "Do you know how much-" Suck. "I fucking love you and-" Suck. "This God damn pussy." Your head falls back at her words, her movements. "Ellie just please!" Your begging voice only turned Ellie on more. Her face comes into view. She gives you a fake pout. "But my baby, why should I?" Her smirk was evident and she was awful at hiding it. "Please Ellie just let me cum please." You finally felt slight tears at how desperately you craved it.

Bingo. "Alright, ok. I suppose-" You sit up so fast giving her a look. But it subsides as she almost pulls off all together. Your eyes turn pleading. "You can cum baby, I promise." And Ellie never, broke a promise. You let out a breath of relief as her tongue gets back to work. "F-fuck!" You scream out as you felt your most likely 4th orgasm of that night. But finally she was going to give you that relief. And God did her tongue do absolute wonders. She knew how to get you squirming. "Come on baby, I got you. Let go."

Your breathing was increasing, moans, whimpers were all that could be heard. "Ellie-" You gasp as you feel her fingers enter you. "You're so tight. Fuck." Her words only encourage you more. "Fuck, Ellie!" She hums against you, and youre seeing stars. "There you go good girl, cum on my tongue. Just like that." Your eyes flutter close as you finally do so. Feeling so worn out as you slowly come down from your high. There was some silence as she sat back up. "Gotta say. You were the yummiest thing I had tonight." She smirks down at your tired figure. You let out a dry laugh, having no energy but still finding her funny.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Els."

[seat-safety-switch]

You never value something until it's gone. When was the last time you heard someone praise their refrigerator? They don't even mention it. Unplug that son of a bitch, though, and suddenly it's "I need that for my food and medicine," the hypocrites. In much the same way, I never valued the sky until it disappeared.

Now, don't take my word for it. As we all keep hearing, the scientists on the news keep telling us it's still there, but very different from before. All the stars are ones that I don't recognize from my school astronomy textbooks. Free-to-air satellite TV doesn't work anymore, so I can't watch Saudi Arabian Jeopardy! in my backyard unless I want to pay to stream it.

Not to say there's no entertainment up there, either. Lots of folks are excitedly naming new constellations after themselves. Look over there. That's Big Fred, and Little Fred. There's also Medium-Sized Fred, but honestly he's really pushing it by trying to take three for himself. Even Canis only got two, and I think I can speak for all of humanity when I say that we genuinely love dogs a lot more than Fred.

Nobody really knows why all this happened. To find out, NASA fired up a bunch of probes, built in a real Goddamn hurry, and then they all came falling back down like puppets with their strings cut, crashing into corn fields all over Iowa. The Co-Presidents want to send up a rocket with a real spaceman inside, thinking something up there simply doesn't like our machines but will take pity on a confused and scared monkey trying to reach orbit. They need their MTV, they keep chanting after every increasingly-panicky state of the union address.

If there is something to be learned from all this, it's that we wasted a bunch of time and money building cool satellites. We should have been spending it on making more reliable refrigerators, because at least those won't disappear into the yawning void of the infinite.

[aayakashii]

the ghouls as extremely unknown and obscure san-x mascots

This will be purely based on vibes and small similarities between the characters pls don't take this seriously I'm just obsessed with san-x these days lmao 😭 the descriptions come from the wiki or san-x website and you'll see some of them have just one pic or a small description – that's because that's all that's available :') that's how obscure some of these are lmao have fun!!!

Jin

Oyasumi bakura (おやすみバクラ)

Oyasumi Bakura is a blue and white pillow-shaped tapir who loves nothing better than sleeping! He serves as the guardian of resting and guarantees sweet and pleasant dreams. When he's awake, he patrols the lands for unsuspecting creatures to cast his sleep-spell over. With him by your side, you will always have sweet dreams.

Tohma

Kerodon (けろどん)

Has there ever been such a confident character before? He's a somewhat arrogant, confident, fearless frog. He's unconcerned no matter what happens. He's a bossy character, but still extremely considerate. Kerodon likes living life his own way.

Kaito

Buru buru dog (ぶるぶるどっぐ)

He's a cute, scared dog with round eyes that's always shaking. Even if he's happy or having fun, he's always trembling and is scared. He doesn't like ladybugs and loves strawberry-flavored jelly. They have a lot of favorite pants, including polka dot ones.

Handling precautions: If you find him, please leave him alone. Fun fact: his tail is blue when it is scared, but when in love, it turns pink.

Luca

Esparks (エスパークス)

When this peaceful world approaches destruction, one boy and one monkey stand up to defeat Dr. Gallipoli and search for the peace stone Neutron. The boy's name is ESPARKS...

Alan

Kowamote (こわもてさんと)

"We look quite scary. Most animals run away just by looking at our faces. But we love rabbits. We're not scary. We're not scary! We like cat toys and flowers. We just like meat a little more than other animals."

Leo

Fukofuko usagi (ふこふこうさぎ)

Fukofukousagi is made of soft and fluffy material. He really likes taking baths being blown by the scented wind, and relaxing! Seeing such heartwarming gestures will surely make you feel warm. Let's all relax together!

Sho

Neko no panya (ねこのパンヤ)

Panya is a cat who runs a bakery in the Kurumari forest. The delicious bread made by Panya, which has the color of freshly baked bread, is an essential part of the dining table of forest friends. The life of Panya and his friends in the forest will make you feel relieved!

Haru

Little Beer (ビアーチャン)

Little Beer is a beer-loving 20 year old fairy. The foam part of his head will fall off when he is either energetic or surprised. Due to his small appearance, some may think he is a child, but beer is only for 20+ years old, so don't worry, he's an adult! His catchphrase is "Puhaa!", which is supposed to sound like gasping after a long drink.

Towa

Pote Hamu (ぽてはむ)

The cute Pote Hamu are rolling potato hamsters, plump and round. They love to float around in the sky. When there is a rainbow like today, they make bubbles, play with balloons, and do other exciting things. Since everyone is close friends, smiles and laughter never cease. Come play in the colorful and sparkly "Pote Hamu World"!

Ren

Ishiyowa chan (いしよわちゃん)

They are a weak-willed dog who can't stick with anything for very long. They easily end up indulging themselves. His weak will has caused his once straight ears and tail to gradually droop. Their catchphrase is "Tomorrow for sure."

Taiga

Confused platypus (かものはしかも)

The main character, Confused Platypus or Kamonohashikamo, is a yellow platypus with a hair on its head that looks like a question mark. They're unsure if they're a platypus. It seems like he doesn't even know when something is a problem or not. "Maybe" is always added at the end of his phrases. His special skill is eating everything in one bite. His favorite food is melon bread. He is wishy-washy and always adopting himself in evasive attitude.

Romeo

Jewel Cat (ジュエルキャット)

Jewel Cat is a cat fairy that lives inside a jewel box. It is rumored that her eyes are jewels, and depending on the condition of the light from the waxing and waning of the moon, the color of her fur and eyes transform. The people who are able to find her receive the power of happiness. (Apparently the benefit depends on the color that you happen to see her in.) She loves fashion, and her charm point is her jeweled necklaces.

Ritsu

Kyomu Kyomu Seikatsu (きょむきょむ生活)

This is the town of Kyomu, where every day is "Monday morning" and we all have to work. But, you know, I feel like I can get through it if I put on this face and concentrate! Thank you for all your hard work every day. Why don't we relax and make a Kyomu face together?

Subaru

Aspara days (あすぱらdays)

Meet White Asparagus, a handsome guy who really loves reading! He's really shy and spend most of my time indoors, so his once green body is now whitening.

Haku

Tarepanda (たれぱんだ)

Tarepanda means “droopy” panda in Japanese. More specifically, “Tare” means lying on the tummy or can be described as slump down/slouch. These pandas move by rolling around. How lazy are they, you ask? Just for your record, Tarepanda is so lazy and slow that it moves about 2.75 meters per hour. Tarepanda loves to eat mochi (especially Suama, Japanese sweets).

Zenji

Keropop (ケロポップ)

Whether it's a rainy day or a sunny day, Keropop and his friends are having a great time. Let's have a pop today and tomorrow, even if it's raining ♪

Ed

Hamipa (はみぱ)

After too much relaxing, and taking things too easy, the big black patch on his fur slid down his belly until it became something like loose short pants that are just too big for him, and keep sliding down. Hamipa is not bothered by this, he really does not care, and would rather be free of pants of any kind.

Rui

Kokoro Araiguma (ココロアライグマ)

She has a super power – she heals hearts when they are sad or broken. In addition, her power has a potency or effectiveness of 120%, so heart healing is guaranteed. The funniest thing of all is that Kokoro Araiguma manages to heal broken hearts by washing them! Thus, her basin, soap bubbles and clothesline are common elements of the illustrations where this cute character appears.

Lyca

Iiwaken dog いいわけん

"Iwake" meaning "Excuse" and "Ken" mean "Dog". His master is a Salary Man who tends to over sleep sometimes and thus, becomes late for work! So for the sake of his master, Iiwaken makes excuses to get him out of bed and not get scolded by his company. He looks like the common Shiba Inu except that he carries a crayon around his neck. Iiwaken is a dog that loves to draw and he loves his owner.

Yuri

MikanBouya (みかんぼうや)

MikanBouya is a mandarin orange from Onsyu, Japan. Although it is sensitive to coldness, it wants to be a frozen mandarin orange and is trying to overcome coldness. However, it always fails, so sometimes it misses its home town and becomes very sad. Despite that, after it set its goal, it will devote itself to it.

Jiro

Coon bear (あらわずぐま)

Coon Bear from Coon Days might like being clean, but it doesn’t like to wash themselves a lot. This creature appears out of the blue while someone is washing their hands. Coon Bear just wants to wash hands together.