#I never draw the boys and they are like my favorite boys

[baddiewiththebook]

Over the Years | e.m x reader [18+] | EXTRA

-> The origin story of Eddie Munson, and how he fell in love with the worst person he possibly could - his best friend.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, slow burn, angst

-> warnings - strong language, suggestive themes, smut [18+]

a/n EXTRA, EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT IT. This my dear readers is a bonus chapter that does not have to be read to understand the story. But, I do hope you take a look to feel more connected to our favorite characters. xo

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July 1983*

“Jeff, you got a light?” Eddie’s crouched down on top of the gravel in between your place and his with a firework held between his fingers. The lighter that he was using flickers, but sizzles and burns out before he gets a chance to light the fuse.

The Fourth of July has always been an excuse to blow up something without getting in too much trouble with it. Although, you’re sure the curtains moving back and forth at the Peterson’s trailer is a sure sign that you’re being monitored. A quick call to the sheriff would blow your party.

While Jeff helps Eddie light the firework, you sit back on your porch step. The light from the sky is just a few stars dotting the clear deep blue sky. It’s warm for a summer evening. Without the sun, however, your legs feel the cool breeze and you shiver.

You’ve already gone back inside to slip on a sweater that you’ve zipped up to your chest. Hugging yourself tightly, you wish the boys would get on with their firework show already. It’s nearing eleven in the evening, and your eyelids are burning from trying to stay awake.

“Should we dip?” Robin is bored. She already chased you around with a sparkler until the both of you were out of breath. You were practically up a tree trying to get away from her.

You want to tell her yes. There’s a set of cozy blankets draped across your floor, a bag of forgotten popcorn and a stack of films calling your names. Your plans for the evening had changed when Eddie and his boys came home with a ton of firecrackers that they weaseled off of some guy in a sleezy pickup off the main road near your place.

You sit far enough back, and wait for the explosion.

Just as you’re ready to give up, Gareth drapes a blanket across your bare legs. He spares enough for Robin to scoot over and hug the corner.

“Thanks,” you scan over his bare arms. “Won’t you be cold?”

“I run hot,” he shoves his hands into his pockets, and tries not to tremble on his way back to the circle of boys surrounding the lame firework.

Robin nudges you, “has he asked you out yet?”

“What do you mean?” You hold the blanket closer.

“Come on,” she replies, “you have him in the palm of your hand.”

The boys are flocking around like wild animals that have the last scrap of food. Eddie's running away from the lit firework, but trips over Gareth behind him. They argue, while the firework sizzles then bursts into the sky shooting off bright blues into the night. You watch until all that's left is a cloud of smoke fizzling in the distance.

“Alright, who are you interested in?” You tease Robin. “Anyone catch your eye?"

Robin's quiet about her love life. Perhaps, a private soul. You've never asked her out front why you've never heard of any boy that she finds hot. It's always about you and your problems.

There's only one boy in particular that Robin has come closer to in the past few years. He's the same boy that you've grown up with, so you can only assume that she's waiting for the right time.

“Oh,” you clear your throat. Robin's gone out in space, while staring at a particular subject. “I mean- it makes sense. Eddie’s- er-.”

Robin stops you there, “it’s not Eddie.”

You snort.

Here’s the thing about Robin. Ever since she was a little girl, Robin Buckley knew that something about her was different than the other girls.

In elementary school, Robin played like any other little girl. She can recall the projects they would do in class like drawing picture of mom and dad, or beading a bracelet together. Something that got her attention was how well she could braid her hair into two strands on either side of her head.

During recess, she would become the girl to go to when someone needed a quick fix. She can remember how the strands of hair flowed through her fingertips, so softly like velvet.

Sometime when the weather began to warm, the girls in her class would bring their dolls from home to play house. This prompted a week’s worth of begging and pleading to her own mother to buy her dolls. And, her mom did.

Robin liked the Barbie dolls her mom bought for her. She disliked Ken. Ken's became often were forgotten about. They were dumped in the bottom of a storage bin that was slowly climbing higher to the top with various toys that Robin would loose interest with.

It didn’t occur to her that other little girls were creating a life for their Barbie dolls. They would have little houses made from their pillows and their other creative imaginations. Barbie would have a family with Ken, which was usually a different small stuffed toy named Mary or Mark. They’d have a simple, but happy American life.

Robin’s Barbie didn’t have a Ken. Actually, Barbie despised Ken and his system of oppression against women. Especially, the way he would force her to have his children, just to leave for work every morning and make her his breeding mule.

In more or less words.

Rather than Barbie having Ken bossing her around, Robin’s Barbie had another friend - Other Barbie. Other Barbie made frequent visits to Barbie’s house, and she even stayed the night once or twice (or every night - sun up to sun down). Yes, Barbie lived a lavish life with her dogs and her cats with Other Barbie.

It really shocked her that the girls at school despised Robin’s plan to leave Ken out of the story. That two girls living together (which, they obviously weren’t living together) isn’t appropriate when you’re forty-five and have no children.

Robin disagrees.

In fact, she decides right then that living a life with another woman until they die wouldn’t be a poor plan. Neither of them would have husbands and neither of them would have children. They could have hobbies. They could have pets.

Robin was in for a big shock when she got into middle school, and everyone began developing. To her, the boys became grossly male. The woman became beautiful beyond words. It's much less about their physical form, but their conversations are much more intelligent and more forgiving than to have to explain to an angry man how the world spins fifteen times over.

“Robin,” you grab her attention when you swipe the pad of your thumb over her cheek. Brushing a few strands of her hair away, you’re full of concern when you say, “you’re crying. What’s wrong?”

Robin touches her tear kissed cheek not realizing that she's sprung a leak. While she adores you deeply, you could never come to understand what she goes through daily. If not for the town, the whole world hates her. She's seen the hatred in churches, in newspapers and magazines. The news is always shaming people like her - and, recommending that she be fixed.

In quick step, Robin races back inside to calm herself down back into her safe little bubble where she can smile and play pretend once again. This little life of hers is all that she aspires to have. If she has to be alone forever then so be it.

“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings,” your voice comes barely above a whisper to her.

Robin jumps out of her skin. Why did you follow her inside?

“It’s not you,” she sniffs. “Allergies.”

“Come on, Rob,” you sort out her lie. “What’s wrong?”

Robin's unsure what's made her say it. The words shock her tongue, as though this is the first time she's ever admitted out loud how she feels. Maybe it is? Spewing the words over again, she waits for the worst to come. You're done being her friend. You never want to see her again!

Yet, you’re quiet.

“Didn’t you hear me?” Robin drops her voice to barely a whisper. “I’m- I’m gay. I like women."

“Okay," you nod slightly. "That's-"

“What?” Robin blinks a few times.

“That's okay."

Robin wobbled. The tight knot in her belly loosened. You didn't care? All this worrying and you still hold the same glistening stare you always share with her. You hold a grin from ear to ear with your arms out wide for her to fall into.

"But," you hold up a finger, before Robin can get too comfortable. "You never told me who you like."

Robin reddens, and you laugh.

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tags -> @leelei1980 @sheneedsrocknroll92 @jesuisbuginette @starrywhitenight @meetmeatyourworst @munsonburn3r @5tud10-54r4h @pvdulmol @loveryanax @am0iur

[laswells-ashtray]

New here but already in love with the way you write Price and Nikolai, so I have an idea for you.

I saw the hybrid COD idea and was thinking about how Price would never show his wings to anyone except those who keeps close(his boys, Laswell, Mac, etc), but he only shows them one because the showing of both wings is something reserved for significant others, which is something John thought he’d never have.

Cue Nikolai coming in and turning his whole life around, and now they’re sitting in one of John’s favorite quiet places and having a drink when the dragon hybrid gets up suddenly and turns to face Nikolai, a look of content and bliss in his eyes as he stretches his wings to their full height and show them to the pilot in all their glory.

At first, Nikolai is stunned because- it had taken damn near years to get this powerful captain to trust him, to be around him, and to learn to love him, and now all of a sudden on a warm evening he’s showing off his wings to him of all people?

Needless to say he’s stunned and immediately wraps John in his arms, large form surrounding the dragon’s easily despite his own large size.

Aaaand.. yeah! That’s all I got.

Awwww, that's so fucking cute and very John, to do it without any warning.

John, watching Nikolai discuss the mechanics of a heli: I need this man in my life forever and I need him in my bed without the next two hours.

I think touching a dragon's wings is a big nuh-uh unless you're someone close to them, or a medic because God forbid John go a single mission without getting fucking injured.

Kate has felt them because despite having a master poker face, John could tell she was curious and he trusts her completely. He just took her hand and rested it on her wing, because she's Kate she asked him if he was sure and he nodded. She ever so gently trailed her fingers across his wing and hummed approvingly. "They're nice... Sturdy." "That stops being a good thing when you clobber them off of something."

The boys have all felt one of his wings. It's grounding for Simon when he needs it, Gaz treats it as something precious; being allowed to feel a dragon's wing is a unique experience and Soap is more often that not the one to tell John that he needs to visit the medic because he's a little scratched up.

MacMillan has felt his wing because John has always been a reckless arse and back in the day, Mac was the only one he'd let patch it up because the medics at the time were a bit too heavy-handed and it was either that or John tried to do it himself. He can't twist at the right angles to patch up his own wings. He has a habit of always injuring the right one, too.

Nikolai? Nikolai spends his mornings lazily drawing the shape of a heli against John's wing when they're in bed together in the morning and the other wing is wrapped around him. He does it so often that John knows just from the touch that it's a heli. "Again?" "You complained when it was a penis." "...You're right, carry on."

Nikolai drapes a blanket over John's wings because Soap joked that if they did it then they could make Price look like Batman and Nik's curiosity got the better of him.

He wraps tinsel around the tips of one of his wings at Christmas just to see if John will let him away with it, John does. And John will, every time.

[simpingforheros]

Lover Man

Pairing: Roy Harper X Single Mom! Female! Reader

Summary: Roy Harper gave up on love after his relationship with Cheshire never went anywhere other than creating his bundle of joy that was Lian Harper. That was until she came knocking on his door.

Warnings: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact, Female Reader/Female Pronouns/ Female Anatomy, Fluff eventually turning into Smut, Strangers to Lovers, Close Proximity, Mentions of Drug Addiction, Implied Abuse, Heavy Make-Out Session, Dry Humping, Implied Breeding Kink, Roy Harper being our Gentle King ((only this time)).

A/N: Soooo I had another Roy fanfic written completely in the drafts…and I hated it 💀. So I rewrote it and here it is. It’s a wee bit longer than my normal fanfics and I wanted to add more fluff and more descriptive detail instead of just smut. Please leave me some comments if you like this or if you don’t lol. Thank you.

A/N: I got my own ginger so it makes me wanna write about my second favorite ginger since I hardly see writing for him outside of him being a throuple with Jason. Roy Harper is just as hot as Jason because man’s literally got himself out of a bad place just for his daughter 😭🥹. Our responsibility king. Also Lian is aged up to 7 years old in this.

Dividers >>>> @cafekitsune

Roy Harper was a hardworking man. He slaves over his small mercenary missions with the occasional events of saving the city in the mix of raising a 4 foot ball of energy all on his own. He felt exhausted most the time, but that exhaustion keeps him out of trouble. It also gets him out of any venture for a personal life.

Sure, Roy had the Outlaws who would swing by after missions just to hangout and drink, and the Titans make a rare appearance to visit their favorite niece. Even Ollie and Dinah would occasionally come by to visit. But, after Jade came and left him high and dry, his heart was hollow…

Lian was his whole world and stars. He never thought he could love someone as much as he loved his little girl. He dragged himself out of his drug addiction just so he can take care of her, and she should be enough to make the backbreaking labor enough.

However, he notices how the doodled Mother’s Day cards that used to litter the fridge for Jade began to dwindle as her eyes began to look longingly at the other parents who had two parents and a pair or two of siblings. Lian says she’s happy to live with her Dad, who was her bestest friend in the world, but the occasional crayon drawings say otherwise.

The stick figures of Lian and Roy with a faceless woman and another stick figure child making it very clear that Lian wanted a mother figure, or at least a sibling.

Maybe one day Roy can give it to her…but right now he was too tired.

“What do you mean you forgot??” Roy yells into the phone as he speed walks back to his apartment complex.

He should have known better than to ask Garfield to wait at his apartment for Lian to come home and babysit for a couple of hours while he went grocery shopping. This week has been hell on him. He’s been dealing with some of Black Mask’s crew trying to expand to Star City and when he would try to get some sleep, the noise of some new neighbors moving in woke him up constantly. This was really his only chance to go do anything and Beast Boy forgot to come.

“I asked you to do one thing, Gar! Be here and watch Lian until I got back. How can forget to watch a 7 year old girl?” Roy seethes as he walks into the main lobby and bolting up the stairs.

His heart was pounding with all the possible scenarios. He knows he’s overreacting, that she was just probably sitting by the locked door either entertaining herself or crying. But he also couldn’t help but be paranoid that she strayed off to go find him or someone snatched her up.

His worst fear coming to reality as he walks onto his floor and sees no one. He quickly gets to his door and jiggles the nob, feeling the secured lock.

Just as Roy was about to scream at Garfield again to relieve the unrelenting anxiety, the sound of a door opening behind him catches his attention as a familiar ring fills the static.

“Daddy!” Lian yells as Roy turns around, relief filling his body as he kneels down to greet the girl.

“Oh fuck, you scared me.” He says, as he sighs in relief. His strong arms holding the small girl tight to his chest.

“I’m sorry,” the girl mumbles with sympathy pooling in her dark eyes. “I was walking Wren and she wanted me to see her new room.”

‘Wren? Who’s Wren?’ Roy thought as he quirks his eyebrow just as movement catches his eyes again to the door.

Another little girl was standing in the door way to the apartment. She looked the same age as Lian with colorful ribbons in her hair and the matching Star Academy uniform on as Lian.

‘Another Star Academy student? There isn’t any other student living here…’

Then the realization that this was one of the new neighbors hits him as a taller figure appears behind Wren. Her voice throwing Roy in a trance as she scolds the girl.

“Wren, I told you to not stare. Especially at strangers.” Her voice gently but protective as she kept her eyes on Roy. Her hand already on her daughter’s shoulder as her daughter apologizes.

“I’m sorry, Mama. I wanted to see Lian’s Dad and see if I can come over…”

The woman was the same age as him from what he can tell. Healthy, glowing skin despite the dark bags under her eyes. Her hair glowed like a halo in the fluorescent light of the hallway despite the messy frizz of what he thought used to be a protective hairstyle that her work day destroyed. Her boxy scrubs doing noting to hide her figure as the familiar logo of Star City General Hospital shined brightly.

“Dad.” Lian’s inpatient voice cuts through his daze as he looks to his daughter.

“Huh?” He says as his daughter giggles.

“I said, can I show Wren my room? I wanna show her all my Bluey toys.” She says excitedly.

His eyes briefly flickering over to the other excited little girl before stating gently, “I have no problem with it, but did you ask Wren’s mom if she can.”

“Yea! Miss (L/N) said it was alright.” She says happily.

‘Miss? I guess she’s not married…’ he thought as he handed Lian his keys with a joking quip, “Don’r throw a party while I’m over here talking to Miss (L/N).”

The girls giggle before running over to Roy’s apartment and entering. Roy stands up to his full height as he gives the mother a smile. She returns it with her own as she says,

“Normally Wren is pretty shy, so I was happy to see she made friends with a good kid.” She says as she pushes some stray hair out of her face before offering him her hand. “I’m (Y/N) by the way.”

“Roy. Roy Harper.” He introduces himself as he shakes her hand. He couldn’t help but smile brighter as they pulled their hands away, proud that his daughter helped out a new kid.

“Lian doesn’t have much of a shy side to her. I blame it on her mom’s genetics.” He jokes with a soft chuckle.

“You and your wife must be proud.” She says softly as she props her hip against the doorframe.

“Oh no, I’m not married.” He corrects her as he nervously stuffs his hands in his pocket as he felt a pang of gloom over his heart. “It’s just me and Lian.”

Her eyes dropped as she crosses her arms over her chest as she mumbles, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to assume…”

“No, youre alright.” He assures her with a shrug. “Honestly, I should be apologizing for your first impression of me being my kid locked out of my apartment.”

She giggles as she waves him off as she says, “Lian told me that her normal babysitters weren’t in town and that ‘Uncle Gar’ was suppose to be here.”

“Yeaaa.” He groans as he defends himself. “I promise that i’m normally on top of the babysitting situation since I normally work nights.”

She nods as she says, “I understand. I have to find my own babysitter now that I moved across the country. I work days at the hospital.”

The idea seeming to strike them at the same time as both their little girls scream in delight as they play in the apartment over.

A compromise between two single parents.

The deal was easy and benefited both of them. Since she had to work 12 hour shifts on a 3 on, two off basis, (Y/N) would drop the girls off at school on her way to work, and Roy adjusted his “work” time so he can be home when they come home from school and babysit until Wren’s mom gets off from work.

When (Y/N) was off and Roy is working, She will keep both girls at her apartment and gets them ready for school in the mornings before they tag off.

During the rare occurrence that Roy had to go away on a “business trip”, the girls would just be with (Y/N) full time with Roy’s promise that it will only be a week and he will watch them when the weekend comes so she can rest.

This has been the routine for three months, and Roy enjoyed it more than he should. It felt great knowing that Lian was in capable, non vigilante hands when he was away and she had a female role model to who doesn’t fight crime in spandex.

Roy also adored Wren. She took a minute to break out of her shell, but she reminded him a lot of Jason. A quiet type who surprised him with her temper and mischief. He can see why (Y/N) is the kind of parent she is and how she easily keeps Wren and Lian in line.

Over the weeks, Wren and Lian became the dynamic duo of Star Academy. They did everything together and would cry if they couldn’t. The two even begged their respective parents for matching Bluey backpacks and sparkly shoes so they can match all the time. They even developed a cute habit of leaving colored drawings under the apartment doors for the other to find. The friendship was very heart warming and helped form the bond between their parents.

The two had a lot in common too. More than they expected.

“Wanna beer?” Roy offered as he stood up from the couch.

“No thank you.” She answers as she focuses on wrapping the present infront of her.

Tomorrow was Wren’s birthday, and while the girls are having a sleep over in Lian’s room, Roy and (Y/N) prepped for her birthday party.

“You sure, doll?” He says as he grabs a couple beers. He sits beside her and holds his open bottle near her as he jokes. “You gonna let me drink alone, and make me look depressed?”

Her eyes darken as she scoots away from him. The air turning cold as she snaps on him. “I said No, Roy.”

Roy immediately freezes before frowning in concern. He puts the beer on the coffee table as he whispers to her. “Hey, I’m sorry…”

Her eyes relax as her shoulders slump. She sighs softly as she mumbles. “No, I’m sorry…”

She reaches into her pocket a pulls out a familiar looking token and hands it to him. A 5 year sobriety coin. His brows shoot up as he looks at her in shock.

She giggles somberly as she says, “it’s not mine. It’s my Dad’s.”

She pulls her knees to her chest as she looks to the wall around the muted tv. Pictures lining the wall of Lian and Roy with some of just them or with friends. She smiles softly as she recounts.

“My dad was a bad alcoholic, but a good dad. He would take me with him everywhere he could and it would be like everyday was a good day. I was too young to realize he drank too much or he yelled at my mom a little too harshly.” She says as she picks at the material of her socked covered feet.

“It wasn’t until I got pregnant with Wren that he realized he had to sober up. He managed to stay clean for almost 6 years until a drunk driver hit him.” She chuckles sadly as she sees the irony in her dad’s death. “He even help me leave my ex who was also a bad drinker. I guess seeing my dad doing it my whole life, I thought it was normal…”

Her arms wrapping around herself before finally looking back at Roy. Her eyes meeting his green ones, her gaze watery as she wipes the tears away.

“I’m sorry, that was too much to put on you..” she said as her voice wavers a bit. “You can drink though I don’t-“

Roy gets up and takes his beers to the kitchen. Confused by his abruptness, she follows him, only to see him dumping out his open beer and starting to dump out the other one. She looks at him confused as he finishes dumping the liquid out before he pulls out his wallet and pulls out a coin.

He hands both coins to her as she reads the one he pulled out of his wallet. 7 years sobriety.

“You were…?” She mumbles is disbelief before he answers.

“Yep, former heroine addict…” he says as he leans back against the counter. His arms flexing as he crosses his arms over his chest. His eyes shining with seriousness as he says,

“I understand why your dad got help. I did the same thing when I found out about Lian, and I don’t ever wanna do anything that can jeopardize giving her a better life than I had…”

An emotion crosses his face that makes her nervous but excited as he admits.

“And I don’t want to do anything that would drive you out of mine.”

“Please, (Y/N)!” Lian begs as Wren stands behind her with her puppy dog eyes shining behind her.

Those were the famous last words that were said when Lian and Wren convinced her to allow them to go to a slumber party while Roy was out of town. (Y/N) didn’t see the harm since it was Friday night and the girls had been good. Besides, Roy was supposed to be home late tonight so he can enjoy his Saturday morning resting.

It was a good idea. Or at least that’s what she thought before she got mugged on her way home from dropping off the girls.

The woman didn’t see it coming when she was snatched off the street and pinned to an alley wall as a disgust voice coos at her.

“Easy, Babygirl.” The masked man purrs as his dirty finger nails digged into her arms. “Just give me your purse and we can both walk away happy.”

“Fuck off!” She says as she tries to yank away from him .

“Now don’t be such a-!” His growl interrupted as the swoop of air shoots between them. She looks to where it lands and sees a red arrow buried into the wall behind them. The mugger was the first to look back to where it came from before gasping,

“Arsenal? What’s he doing here?” He curses as he pulls (Y/N) in front of him, making the struggling woman a human shield. “I’m armed, and I’m not afraid to hurt the bitch!” He says as he pulls out a knife and holds it to her neck.

(Y/N) only heard about the vigilante through the news. Apparently he used to be Green Arrow’s sidekick before he went solo for some reason and he was a rough guy. He works with the Red Hood who was known for killing criminals so she understood why the man was scared as a figure dropped down from a rooftop with his bow ready to shoot.

Her panic setting in as the bite of the blade was pressed hard to her neck, the anxious blade knicking her. Her panic eyes were set on the archer as she watches him slowly approach.

He looked…familiar. His height and built was impressive despite him being more on the leaner side and his features not obstructed by his sunglasses and hat reminded her of Roy…

“Let the girl go.” Arsenal warns the burglar. His voice was deep, but it didn’t sound natural. It was like he was trying to make his voice sound different. “You’re just pissing me off more and I’m gonna end up breaking your eye socket in.”

The criminal trembles before deciding the best escape plan. He grabs ahold of her purse before throwing her in Arsenal’s direction. Unprepared to the violent shove, (Y/N) falls to the ground before the vigilante can catch her. Her yelp filling space as the hero kneels down beside her to make sure she wasn’t stabbed.

“Hey, you alright?” He says as he scans her body for any serious injury.

She pushes herself up, cringes as her wrist throbs. His large gloved hands on her back and shoulder as he helps her stand when she notices his exposed arm. A familiar faded green tattoo visible on his bicep as the pieces fall together.

“Roy?…” She asks as she looks up Arsenal. Despite his eyes being covered, she can tell he was looking at her in a panic that she figured him out.

“Yea…” He confirms before looking behind her as he realizes the motherfucker stole her purse. He pulls his aviators down to the bridge of his nose, his eyes shining in concern as he mumbles to her.

“Go home. I’ll meet you there so we can talk about it.”

The look in his eyes and the pounding adrenaline makes her fear melt away as she nods her head.

“Okay.”

The throbbing pain in her wrist didn’t stop when she finally made it back to her apartment building, acting as her anchor as the revelation that Roy’s secret night job was him being a Robin Hood copycat.

Thinking back on it, she should have figured he wasn’t a normal guy. Constant bruises, noticeable limps, and stolen ibuprofen were a routine in their life.

The thought made her stop for a second in the stair way.

Their life. The one they shared for months basically together. At first it was just two single parents helping each other out while their daughters bonded. Then her and Roy began to get close, close enough to where they were constant in each other’s apartments as the other child was.

Now he saved her life…maybe he already did that the first day in the city and she babysat a kid she didn’t know…

As she reaches the arch way between the two apartments, her hands searches her pockets for her keys when disappointment answers her.

The keys were in her purse.

With a sigh, she decides to sit on the ground besides Roy’s door as she waits. (Y/N) curls herself into a ball with her knees to her chest as she felt the familiar feeling of exhaustion nipping her eyelashes.

(Y/N) was a hard working woman. When she wasn’t working herself like a dog in the Emergency Room, she was handling a 4 foot ball of attitude. She didn’t have time for any ventures outside of that. She loves Wren with all her heart, but that doesn’t help the hollow part of her heart from throbbing…maybe someday she can give Wren a father who’s worth something. But right now, she was too damn tired.

The door opens behind her as she jumps awake. The woman didn’t even realize she almost fell asleep, but a warm hand opens in front of her as she looks up.

Roy was standing in front of her now. A grey zip up was pulled over his shoulders to cover his costume as her purse hanged on his arm. His soft smile made her stomach flutter as he breaks the silence.

“I guess I got some explaining to do…”

She doesn’t respond right away. Instead she gives him her hand and stands up with his help. Her injured wrist cradled to her chest as they enter the apartment. The movement still felt natural despite the circumstances. Roy didn’t even have to ask about her arm to know she needed first aid on her wrist.

He tended to her sprained wrist as he tells her his life story. She already knew about the general events of his childhood and his life with Oliver Queen, but didn’t know he was a sidekick turned mercenary. The whole story made her head spin as she thought about the man tending to her as a boy wearing yellow and red spandex and managing to attract a female assassin who was Lian’s actual mother…

“So…” Roy says as he expects some sort of reaction out of her.

“So… You are a vigilante…Ollie and Dinah are too.” She recounts as she rubs her bandaged wrists. “And your ex is an assassin…”

(Y/N) sighs before looking at the nervous ginger fidgeting in his seat. His nerves were haywire.

‘What if she leaves?’

‘What if she doesn’t want anything to do with me or Lian anymore?”

‘Is she gonna keep Wren from Lian and Me?’

“Okay”

The phrase makes Roy’s neck snap was he blinks wildly at her. His heart pounding as he scans her completely calm face with a soft smile on her face as she giggles at his baffled expression.

“Okay? That’s all you gotta say?”

“I mean sure I’m not a fan of the whole putting yourself in danger shtick, but if that’s the only downside to you, then I’m okay with it.” She says calmly before giving him a serious glare. “Just as long as the girls are never endangered.”

Roy couldn’t help but fall out of his chair and on his knees infront of her as he laughs. His hands pulling her into his lap as he enjoys the chill of relief as his body yearns for the reassurance of her touch. It wasn’t until he cupped her face that he realized just how intimate their position was.

Definitely not something friends should be doing….

But are they just friends?

“Roy…” She mumbles. Her eyes speaking to his soul as the exhaustion and months of connecting and yearning reach the apex. Or maybe it was the reflection of his own feelings bubbling up as he moves her hair away from her face.

“I promise I’ll never let anything happen to you or our girls…I can’t afford to lose them…or us.”

The first move wasn’t clear. The blur of teeth and tongue distracting him as their hands held the pair close. His hands adjusting her to straddle his lap as hers ran through his hair and over his strong shoulders. His mouth trailing down her jawline and caresses her throat as her hips began to grind into his.

“Aw, poor thing…” Roy coos as his hips rolled to meet hers. His eyes shining with adoration as he marks her smooth skin. “How long has it been since anyone took care of you?”

She rolls her eyes at his teasing before pulling his head back by his hair. “When was the last time you got took care of, Red?”

He glares playfully with a smirk as he says, “Don’t call me Red.”

She giggles as she presses a soft kiss to his cheek before trailing along his jawline. Her breath burning his soul as she whispers, “Then how about…baby?”

He rips her back away by her nape before crashing his lips onto hers. The desperation dewing the walls around them as their soft moans and movement of clothes made their company.

His hands hungry as he finally pulls away from her long enough to push off her sweatshirt. A groan of appreciation fills the space as he admires her body. Every visible scar, freckle, mole, stretch mark, and roll made him want to explore every story that lead her to his arms. But that’s for another time.

His mouth watered as he looks back up at her.

“So pretty, Ma…”

His prayer is followed by his mouth devouring her skin as he kisses her collarbone. Her feathery moans filling the space while his hands caresses her exposed torso. He trails down to the valley of her breasts before pushing the offending bra up so they spill out. Roy couldn’t resist kissing around her sensitive skin, teasing her as her hands tangle in the mess of ginger on his head.

“Baby please…” she whines as her hips roll impulsively on his.

Her underwear was impossibly uncomfortable. Her body burning like iron as her intimate parts tried to cool down. The friction of her jean covered core against the rough tackle gear of his suit did not help as his hand began to grope her other breast.

His chuckle vibrates against the globe of fat as his fingers pinch the stiffening nub.

“Can’t wait to get me in bed? My, you certainly are a romantic.”

Before she can shoot back at him, he withdraws completely from her chest and his hands roughly cup her thighs. In a swift motion, Roy picks her up as he stands up from the floor. The pair share a soft laugh as her brief shock and his amusement leads them to his bedroom.

Once he places her on the bed, (Y/N) sheds off her sweatshirt and bra as Roy whistles in appreciation.

“I love when you strip for me.” He jokes as lust clouded his vision. “Can you do that again but slower?”

She glares at him as she leans back onto her hands as she tilts her head. Mischief fills her eyes as she examines him up and down with her lip between her teeth.

“Then how about you put a show on for me since you want one?” She teases.

His smirk widens as he decides to follow her suggestion. Roy rolls his shoulders back before reaching to slowly unzip the jacket covering his suit. Making a show of pulling it off his arms before twirling it over his head and tossing it.

Laughing follows his movements as he slowly strips off his gear as her hungry and amused eyes followed every rolling muscle exposed to her.

“Damn…” She whispers as a nearly nude Roy begins to crawl on the bed towards her. His prominent bones straining against his boxers as she continues. “And I wondered why you didn’t have a girlfriend…”

He laughs as he cages her in his arms. His ginger hair acting as a curtain over his forehead as he shrugs above her. “Maybe I was waiting on the right one.”

Their lips meet again as their hands began to map out each other. Soon all the rest of the clothes joined the floor.

His erection bobbing between them as his eyes remains trained on hers. His fingers trailing down to her exposed sex, groaning as he runs a finger between her folds.

“Already wet? And without foreplay?” He asks as faux sympathy plays on his face. “My darling clearly neglected that she gets wet from a few kisses…”

“I’m not neglected…” She protests before she whimpers as the bite from his finger entering her unused cunt hits her.

“I wasn’t talking body you directly, baby.” He corrects as his finger thrusts softly along her fleshy walls. The lewd sounds of her moans mixed with her wet sex made him melt as she begs,

“Fuck…quit teasing already, you bastard…”

He decides to oblige by adding another finger to speed up his pace. The thumb on the other hand joining the fun as it rubbed patterns into her puffy clit.

“I got get you all nice and ready..” Roy mumbles as he leans down to press soft kisses on her stomach up to her breasts. The mixture of gentle pecks mixed with the harsh stimulation below driving his lover insane as her hips arched to meet his hands.

“You deserve all that I can give for being such a good mom .” He praises her as he feels her walls clench around his knuckles when he finds the spongy mass he was searching for.

He contradicts himself by abusing that with archer like precision as the coil roughly tightens in her gut. (Y/N)’s gasps and cries desperate for the climax as she grips the hard flesh of his back. Just as she was reaching the peak, he stops.

“Asshole!” She curses at him as he pulls out of her. He chuckles before licking the tip of his soiled finger. Her eyes burning onto his mouth as he groans at the taste.

“Sweet as I thought..” he praises as he uses the hand to pump his cock. He climbs on top of her as he continues. “I’m gonna have to have a better taste next time, but I need you too bad right now…”

She calms her raging breaths as she smiles softly. “Next time?”

Roy pulls her legs up to her chest as he hooks her ankles on his shoulders. His red hot tip played with her clit as he rubs it through her soaked folds. He chuckles at her hopeful voice as he leans down to press a soft peck to her lips.

“Of course,” Roy whispers as his tip catches the entrance. “I don’t think I can go back to being friends after this..”

He slowly pushes into her as her hands shoot onto him as best she could. With her legs pinned to her chest, she can only grasp his bicep and his lower back as she is forced to endure the painful stretch of her neglected cunt welcoming him.

A groan ripping in his throat as he finally seats himself fully into her before peppering kisses on her face.

“Was gonna ask you out on a nice date without the kids around…gonna see if we would be a good fit.” He mutters as his mind seems to run on blanks. His hips rolling to gain some friction in the tight confines of her walls.

Her little breathless moans encouraging him as Roy begins to thrust shallowly to work her open before he pulls out almost completely. He slams back into her befor continuing his non coherent comment.

“But fuck…I don’t regret this. God, if I knew you would look so fucking hot in my bed…” He groans as his head dips to bite along her neck. “And your pussy is so tight…It’s driving me crazy. I wonder how a sweet thing like you could like me…”

His cock messaging all the right nerves in her as (Y/N)’s nails clawed into him. Her moans turning to incoherent shrieks as his tip abuses her spot, remembering exactly where it was when he found it earlier. Her guts twisting at both the words and his abusing pace. The denied orgasm from earlier building back up as her desperation grew wilder.

“God, Roy…So full…so good.”

Fuck she looked pretty. Her lips wet with tears and sip as she cries. Her eyes blown out in addictive lust and watery tears. Roy couldn’t help but cup her jaw in his hand and kisses her. The now familiar taste of mint and nicotine making her more addicted as his tongue claimed every inch of hers. He pulls away as his groans start matching her whines as his hand snakes between them to rub her clit.

“Honey, I may have to fuck a baby into you…” He mumbles as he buries his face in her neck. Her walls responding in a vice grip as he roughens his pace to meet their impending climax. “You like that, pretty girl? Want me to knock you up and give Wren and Lian a little sibling? Give you a nice big family with a white picket fence? God, you’re such a sweet thing that I wouldn’t mind keeping you as my pretty little girlfriend…”

“Roy!” She whines as her body shakes. Her walls closing in on him as she finally reaches her peak. Her eyes rolling back as stars cross her vision before Roy slams into her one more time as his hot cum fills her welcoming womb.

The pair remain still for a moment as soft pecks were exchange. Roy gently pulls out before he helps his love stretch back out. His hands massaging her thighs before grabbing his abandoned jacket to wipe her thighs and himself clean.

“You wanna go out tomorrow?” Her cracked voice catching the archer off guard before he smiles.

“With or without children?”

“Without. They are at a sleep over and gonna go to the zoo tomorrow with their friends.”

“Then it’s a date.”

A/N: Okay I didn’t know how to end this because Ngl I was tired on working on this tbh. I hope y’all enjoyed reading this and let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs are encouraged.

@simpingforheros fanfic. I DO NOT CONDONE MY WORKS TO BE STOLEN, PLAGIARIZED, COPIED, REPOSTED, OR TRANSFERRED ONTO OTHER BLOGS, ACCOUNTS, AND WEBSITES.

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

Smuttttt, horny reader, horny König, sub König, wall sex

Welcome to ending 2!

After how I wrote Ghost in Ending 1, I owe you guys some non-villianous behavior from our favorite Ghostie boy. For everyone dreaming of taking both of these big guys (and not in a fight lol), this ending is for you~

Reader POV:

To christen your new honorary status, the team invited you to join them for EMT training. But though the idea was tempting, you still felt a bit exhausted from sparring. So, despite their disappointed expressions and attempts to change your mind and drag you along, you assured them you’d see them all later that night. As the mess hall emptied and everyone rushed off to their next tasks, you headed back to König's room with him so that he could change into more suitable clothes.

Once there, you hopped onto his bed, kicking your legs as they dangled off the edge.

"What does EMT mean?"

König smiled as he shut the door and headed for his closet. "It means emergency medical technician. For the training, we like to practice things like basic patient care, minor surgical procedures, and how to evacuate fallen teammates. It never hurts to practice. That way, you don't get rusty or forget when you really need it."

He undid his tactical vest and set it down on his chair. All of the pockets and hooks were stocked with a wide array of equipment on both the front and back of the garment. You spotted a few signal flares and a grenade. Beyond that, you had no clue what each of them were for. But if they had earned a place on his vest, they must be vital for his line of work. It was details like these that easily fascinated you. So you stared at it, overcome with curiosity.

"Can I see your vest for a minute?" You asked, timidly.

He looked at you, a bit puzzled. But he still took it in his hand and walked over to you.

"Sure," he laughed. "But it's just a vest. Nothing special."

"I know. It just looks so cool!"

"Just be careful," he said as he set it down on your lap, quickly removing anything he considered dangerous before letting you examine it. "My tools are not just to look cool."

As he headed back to the closet, you sat fully enamored as you took a closer look. You inquisitively fingered the stiff fabric of his vest, exploring hidden pockets you hadn’t noticed from afar. From the way it looked, you couldn’t help but imagine it'd be uncomfortable to wear. But then again, König wore it everyday without fail. Letting your curiosity take full control, you carefully raised it above your head and slipped your arms through their respective openings. Your shoulders sagged slightly under its weight as it fell into place, hanging off of your body like a weighted blanket.

"Oh my god," you giggled. "This thing is really heavy!"

"It's not too bad once you get used to it.” He shrugged, smiling as he looked over his shoulder at you. “But you look cute like that. Now you're really one of us."

You laughed, hefting the vest off again. After carefully placing it beside you on the bed, you looked up just in time to see König pull his shirt over his head. With his back turned, he unknowingly gave you the perfect view at his arms and back. His broad shoulders were toned and defined, the muscles beneath them rippling as he moved. And those arms. You'd never seen them bare before!

He turned to retrieve his vest and immediately noticed you eyeing him, unashamedly checking him out.

"What?" He said, his voice bashful as he returned his vest to its place on the chair.

"Nothing," you whispered, practically drooling as you drank in every detail of his torso. The way his stomach rippled with muscle, the way his chest protruded a bit, casting a soft shadow along the top of his abdomen. And the firm bulge of his biceps framing the entire image on either side.

Your feet moved as if they had a mind of their own, drawing you off the bed and towards him. Your hands responded much the same way, gently trailing over his body as you spoke.

"How much time do you have before practice?"

"About t-ten minutes," he answered, stuttering around a gasp as your hands caressed his hips and your thumbs dipped beneath the waistband of his pants. "You're gonna make me late, Maus."

He closed his eyes, a willing slave to your touch as you tugged him towards his desk. You grinned as you spoke, full of mischief and more as he let him pull him along after you.

"I guess we'll have to be quick then."

You raised his hood just high enough to pull him into a heated kiss. It wasn’t slow and romantic this time. This one was passionate, sloppy, and hungry as your lips collided. Teeth grazed lips and tongues began a dance all of their own as you drank him in. Your desperate movements were like two weary travelers finally able to quench their burning thirst.

König picked you up and sat you on the edge of his desk, lost in the feeling of your lips on his as he tugged at the bottom of your shirt. But you were one step ahead of him, yanking the shirt over your head in one fluid motion. His hands fell to your breasts and he tugged at the fabric. His fingers fumbled for a moment as he frantically searched for the series of hooks that held it in place. But his increasing excitement made the intricate hooks impossible to undo fast enough. So, with an impatient huff, he took the neckline in his fists and tore the fabric with a firm yank.

“König! That bra was expensive!” you gasped. But the protest died on your lips the minute his hands enveloped your breasts and pinched at your nipples.

“I’ll buy you as many as you want,” he panted, his voice gone husky and low. “Right now, I need to touch you. To feel you.”

And God, did he do just that. A hot, wet heat overwhelmed your senses as he hungrily suckled at your breasts. His hands gripped your hips, fingers pressing into your skin and tugging you closer. Your eyelids fell closed as he repeatedly sucked you into his mouth with needy moans. And you moaned right back, clutching his head to your chest and never wanting him to stop. You pressed the palm of your other hand to his back. You would have wrapped your arms around his shoulders. But since he was so tall, his shoulders were a bit out of reach. Though he was hunched over you, his form still dwarfed you by comparison. He was just massive! But you were content to stroke your hand along his side and hip.

You shoved your hand further into his pants, wanting to give him pleasure too. When your fingers brushed against the erection straining against the front of his pants, he jolted with a whimper. König wasted no time to assist you, moaning against your chest as he fumbled with his belt and the fly of his trousers. The minute he was sufficiently disrobed, he tugged your shorts down until he could toss them across the room behind him, your panties quickly following after them. The desk was cold against your bare skin, but that was the last thing you were concerned about at that moment.

The only thing on your mind was the way König’s hands gripped the flesh of your ass as he lined himself up with your entrance. And, after meeting your eyes, he entered you with needy urgency. The abrupt fullness sent your head back against the wall as he groaned at the sensation, quickly developing a steady pace.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck!” You whined as your body stretched all over again to accommodate his length. There was no pain, only immense pleasure as his firm thrusts brushed against sensitive areas buried deep within you. Places no one else had ever come close to reaching before, but that König hit without even trying.

He nestled his face into your neck, the fabric of his hood draping over your shoulder like a cape as he marked your skin with kisses and nibbles.

“You feel so good, Maus,” he ground out through gritted teeth as a light spasm flickered through your core, the added pressure making his body quake in a pleasant shiver. “Du bist verdammt gut. Oh fick mich!”

A precursor of what was to come. A preview of the ending that both of you frantically chased as your bodies writhed against each other. Though you wanted that ending with every fiber in your body, you simultaneously never wanted the moment to end. Your body taking every inch of him, the slap of his hips against your thighs and ass, the way his thrusts made movement ripple through the rest of your body. His hands gripped your ass almost painfully as he pounded into you. As was his way, he kept his movements as gentle as he could. But there was definitely a bit more fervor than before. He really needed this right now. And so did you.

Without warning, König picked you up from the desk. With both hands cradling your ass and supporting your thighs on his forearms, he effortlessly kept you suspended in the air as he returned to slamming his hips against your own. With him now in total control of your movements, you clung to his back and let the sensations sweep you away. Every thrust of his hips, every tug of his arms forced a high-pitched whimper of pleasure from your lips. You could feel the rumbling vibration in his chest as he moaned incessantly. This was it. This was paradise. This was all you needed.

His frantic pace quickly overwhelmed you, sending you reeling into your first orgasm. And König let out a deep groan of pleasure as your inner walls clamped down on him deliciously. Seeing you ride out your climax while still riding his cock drove him wild. And the repetitive spasms greedily sucked him deeper into your depths with every move he made. But he wasn’t quite there yet. He needed more. He needed to feel you squeeze so tightly around him one more time.

He repositioned again, this time turning to press your back against the wall. Only when you were securely sandwiched between the wall and his body did he resume his pace. The added leverage changed his angle ever so slightly, giving him access to new unseen targets within you. And after his first few thrusts rammed against a particularly sensitive area without a single miss, you braced for the second orgasm you knew would soon follow.

“Maus,” he whined, groaning before leaning his forehead against yours and gazing deep into your eyes. His rhythm was beginning to falter just slightly. “I want to come inside you. I want to fill you up and never stop. Bitte, Maus, machst du mich geil. Tell me to come for you, please.”

He was begging? Here you were helpless in his grasp and the furthest thing from having the upper hand in any conceivable way. And yet, this mountain of man was begging you for permission! Pleading for you to tell him what to do. He had willingly given you control over his greatest pleasure and wouldn’t let himself have it without your command. It was startling. It was touching. And God, it was so hot.

You gasped as another wave of pleasure thrashed through your body and König whimpered loudly in response. His length throbbed and twitched within you. But though he didn’t stop moving inside you, he held out and continued to wait for your order.

“You want to come for me?” You gasped, playing along and moving your hand to the back of his neck. Molten heat pooled deep within you as you felt your own climax quickly approaching.

“Yes, mein Engel!” he gasped, his eyes desperate with need. He trembled, his voice strained. “Please!”

“Come for me, König.”

With those few words from your lips and few powerful thrusts, König finally let himself fall into a powerful finish. You clung to him as your body locked up, your core clenching around him repeatedly as it practically milked him for all he was worth. And as the warmth of his orgasm erupted within you, he stiffened and slowly offered a series of short, sharp thrusts. Once he’d finished, a peaceful stillness fell over both of you like a warm blanket. Both of you paused for a moment, gasping for breath as you came back down from your respective highs.

After giving him a tender kiss, you patted his arm to signal that you were ready to be put down. He did so slowly, carefully making sure you wouldn’t immediately fall over as he did. But after a second or two, he let you go and sank down onto the bed with a blissful sigh.

“That was very good,” he chuckled, closing his eyes for a few seconds.

“I agree,” you giggled. After a few wobbly steps, you soon made your way to the bed and joined him in his relaxation. “Do you speak German a lot when you get turned on?”

“A bit,” he said, cuddling up against you. “It tends to happen whenever I’m really relaxed or excited. Or when I’m really scared.”

You laughed, stroking the top of his sniper’s veil with your hand. “Well, I certainly hope you weren’t scared shitless this whole time.”

König took your hand and squeezed it affectionately. “I’ve never felt better.”

[bigbluemangroupie]

Jinbe Smut Alphabet

Explicit Content MDNI 18+

Word Count: 4,264

Synopsis: Title is pretty self explanatory. I saw a few of these and thought it’d be a fun way to hash out some of my horny Fish Daddy headcannons.

Written with a cis AFAB reader and established relationship in mind.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Soon as he recovers, he always cums last, he’s quick to get off you and apologizes over and over for squishing you if he was on top. (But he has nothing to be sorry about, it’s a good kind of being squished. He’s never so out of control that he would put his full weight on you.)

Jinbe will painstakingly run his big hands all over your body checking for anything out of sorts. He hasn’t ever had the luxury of many personal possessions, from growing up in an orphanage, to living in soldiers’ barracks and then on pirate ships. His brand of affection involves what he can do with his own body. He’ll massage away any knots and aches you have with impossible dexterity, the entire time cooing about how lucky he is to have you.

Privacy is paramount to Jinbe, if he’s absolutely sure the coast is clear he’ll take you for a cuddle in the bath, but normally he’ll settle for bringing some warm towels to wipe you down with. You’ll need it, big boy cums in volume. In true dad fashion, Jinbe falls asleep instantly when his head hits the pillow, so don’t expect pillow talk once you’re both settled under the covers.

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B = Body part (favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jinbe’s Body- His hands. Jinbe is a textbook soft dom. He doesn’t enjoy actual sadism, but baby he loves to be in control. Manhandling you and holding you down are enormous turn ons in and out of the bedroom. He becomes transfixed by the way he can cover entire parts of your body with one hand, even larger humans are so small in comparison to him. If you’ve been together for a while and he’s comfortable enough, he may even show you a few non combat uses for Fish Man Jujutsu.

Your Body- Thighs, breasts and ass. It’s more about having something substantial to grab onto and manipulate you with than the body part itself. After all, you’re his pearl, his sweet little lover, every part of you is a treasure. Jinbe likes to watch his fingertips sink into your flesh when he holds on. Leaving little marks (bruises and indents, he doesn’t like to draw blood) on those places after holding you down with his hands or teeth turn him on more than he’ll ever admit; if they are still visible the next day you might catch him staring with a blush on his face.

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Jinbe’s sexual stamina has increased to ridiculous levels in his middle age. He does have a longer refractory period than a younger man which he more than makes up for in endurance. Once, when you were the only two left on the ship overnight, he managed to fuck you for nearly two hours straight until the chafing got to be too much. His physical release is just as impressive. You now know to keep plenty of towels in your cabin, if it’s been awhile for him the aftermath looks like someone has dumped a bucket of cloudy salt water.

Jinbe gets most of his pleasure from pleasuring you. He’s steadily getting more comfortable receiving pleasure and praise, but he really thrives when dishing it out. He adores sitting you on his face while he holds you still so you have no other option than to submit to coming over and over on his tongue. The feeling of your body clamping down desperately on his cocks during your orgasm might be his absolute favorite part of sex.

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Jinbe loves having his prostate milked. He’s not too keen on being outright pegged, although he’ll give it a go if you say please, but he’s an outright whore when your fingers are curling inside him (if you tell him this you’ll never be able to do it again). It took a lot of nagging to finally get him to admit it, and even more to let you finger him. He will only let you finger him from behind with his face buried in a pillow; he’s way too embarrassed to let you see him groaning and gasping.

Once he let you role play as a nurse giving him a prostate exam. While he came harder than you’d ever seen before, don’t expect to get to do it again anytime soon. You couldn’t get him to make eye contact for nearly two days after and he frantically changes the subject whenever you bring it up. Poor sweet thing takes himself way too seriously.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jinbe had a few short-lived romances in his late teens and early to mid twenties. As a member and then captain of the Sun Pirates he didn’t feel like he had the time to give a romantic partner the attention they deserved and shut that part of himself down tight. He did have the occasional one off but it always left him feeling awful. Jinbe needs a long term emotional connection to properly enjoy himself.

However, don’t think for a second he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Taking care and control are what he does best in all aspects of life, and you’ve been thoroughly satisfied since the first time you made love.

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

In the beginning it was definitely anything with you on top facing him, lotus positions were the most common. Being a normal sized person it’s to find enough purchase to properly ride him, but Jinbe is more than willing to lift you up and down himself. And let’s be honest, he wants to do the work.

Now that you’ve convinced him he won’t snap you in half, he’s much more amiable to (gingerly) climbing on top of you. You both enjoy tilted guard; you can trap one cock between your thighs and against your clit while the other fucks your pussy.

When you’re in the mood for some double penetration, Jinbe likes to have you in a standing full Nelson. There are two main reasons for this, firstly he has total control on how deep he can thrust into you so as not to hurt you. He’s very concerned that you’ll push yourself too far trying to please him. Secondly, you’re the first partner he’s had that has even attempted to take both of his claspers at once. The intense grip on his cocks coupled with the blissful expression on your face would have him cumming far too soon and he takes pride in his self restraint. Not that you’re complaining, holes stuffed full, unable to say anything other than his name.

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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Jinbe has a thing for brat taming. Every snarky or childish remark from you is met with playful chiding. When he really gets going he’ll tease you right back, sometimes with a little smack on your ass. Outside the bedroom he’s known to throw smaller crewmates around playfully, that behavior for sure extends to other kinds of intimacy. Calling him “old man” during sex always leads to him pinning you down while you both laugh.

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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Jinbe has very little body hair. The hair he does have (armpits and groin) is surprisingly thick and curly but always very clean. He takes great pride in his appearance, in a traditionally masculine way, from his meticulously maintained clothing to his smooth short clipped nails. This attention to detail most likely is a result of being the top Fishman Karate master of his generation.

The hair on his head is no exception, but he has left a lot of its care to you since becoming a couple. The entire world falls away when your hands are in his hair, brushing, washing or just simply carding through it while you murmur sweet nothings to each other in the privacy of your cabin. It’s a rare indulgence for him, letting someone else take care of him for a change, but he wouldn’t give it up for anything.

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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Flowers and chocolates are absolutely not a Jinbe thing; you don’t need or want those cliches anyway. What he does give you is so much sweeter. Long talks in the moonlight where he gradually opens up about his childhood, amused sideways glances when your younger crewmates misbehave, a firm hand on your shoulder when you need grounding. A best friend, a doting partner, and a fierce protector are the gifts Jinbe gives you.

He won’t kiss you or explicitly flirt in public, those things are just for the two of you, but if you’re close enough he’ll be touching you in some way. As you organically let your crewmates discover your relationship the small touches turn into spending most of your downtime laying on his stomach while he basks in the sun or sitting on one of his shoulders looking out at the horizon. It feels like you’re on top of the world.

You have the same feeling looking up into his eyes as he bounces you on his cocks. He’ll tell you how much he adores you over and over again while you make love and after, but he doesn’t need to. You know. And you adore him too.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Masturbation is not something Jinbe does a lot. Even as a very young man he didn’t indulge as often as most. He understands the importance of knowing your own body and would never judge someone else for partaking (as long as they are exceedingly discrete).

However, you may be able to convince him in some long distance fun through a den den mushi. It helps if you’ve been apart for a while. Complete privacy on both ends is an absolute must. If all these stars align, buckle up, he’s gonna talk you through at least two orgasms before he even takes out his cocks.

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

A lot of what Jinbe likes during sex is just an extension of what he does outside of it. Even in platonic relationships he’s a service dom Daddy. His thing for prostate milking is more about the sensation than the kink of it (excluding the nurse role play incident you are not going to bring up again).

If anything could be considered a kink, it would probably be fucking both of your holes at once. You learn early on in your relationship that with claspers, only one needs to be stimulated to induce orgasm. (Who doesn’t love a biology lesson while getting railed.) Both at once is an insane amount of sensation, edging on pain. It’s something saved for special occasions, but baby, he makes it special.

Earlier in the day he’ll request that you really clean yourself well, the first time he had to spell it out for you in frantic embarrassment when you took offense. When it’s finally showtime, he’ll plop you down on his face, sucking an orgasm or two out of your clit, moving down to tongue fuck your relaxed cunt. Finally he licks down to your puckered little asshole, rubbing circles around the entrance before plunging his tongue in and taking his sweet time to stretch it out. He’ll rub your swollen clit with his thumb as he curls and thrusts his tongue, and you’re coming again, losing the ability to hold yourself up, finally relaxed enough for the main event. He’ll either stand or kneel, holding you against him, bent in half, back against his chest, feet by your shoulders. A healthy amount of lube coats his cocks and your holes helping him glide into you, stopping as soon as he feels resistance. Jinbe snaps into you relentlessly, amazingly never going too deep. When he comes it’s like a tidal wave, gushing out of your body around his cocks. After he slips out he’ll spend a few seconds admiring his seed oozing out of your reddened, twitching holes.

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Privacy is so, so, so crucial for Jinbe. The beginning of your physical relationship was tough, there are very few opportunities to be alone on the Sunny. Most of your dalliances were in the aquarium bar or bathroom when you were the only two abroad. Calling it frustrating wouldn’t do the situation justice.

Franky, thanks to Robin, is one of the first to notice your relationship. He very sweetly remodeled a section of the bar into a small third cabin, finally giving you two a place to be consistently alone. (It took so long for Luffy and Zoro to understand you were together even after you became “roommates”.) Your shared bed is Jinbe’s favorite place onboard, just very slightly ahead of the helm, he almost never wants to fuck anywhere else.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Jinbe loves when you laugh. You are his treasure, seeing and hearing that you are happy fills his whole body with that loving feeling. When you’re close, and crane your neck up to smile just for him, it sets him on fire.

Jinbe has a preference for people who identify as female but is also most likely demisexual. He certainly will notice how objectively attractive you are when you meet, but that’s not of much consequence. It will be noticing how witty you can be in conversation that first piques his interest. When he gradually learns how kind, brave and honest you are, that’s when he’s set on making you his.

As your relationship progresses he starts to get aroused by the sight of your body more and more. Overtly sexy things are fine, but the unintentional flash of cleavage, peek at the small of your back, or outline of your ass in tight bottoms, those things really get him going.

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything dealing with humiliation or the possibility of it is a big no from the big guy. No degradation, no spitting, no water sports. Cumming on your face seems disrespectful (not to mention that it would be like blasting you point blank with a garden hose). Having you ask him politely to do things is a turn on, but he won’t make you beg.

Exhibtionism is a no go. He’s not such a prude he won’t bathe with the crew in an onsen, you’ve even gone skinny dipping together at twilight, but a peck on the lips and a chaste cuddle are about as amorous as he gets in front of others.

It almost goes without saying, but he absolutely will not do anything that causes you physical harm beyond a light spank or love bite. While he loves holding you in place, most forms of bondage are pretty off putting, especially after his time at Impel Down.

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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving- Jinbe isn’t the boss of cunnilingus, he’s the CEO, CFO and Chairman of the Board. Sensitive and observant, he’ll know just how much time to spend warming you up. That man drives you wild with long, leisurely licks across your entire vulva with his rough, flattened tongue. Jinbe sucks on your labia and massages the entrance of your hole until your slick is oozing freely and your pretty clit is swollen and throbbing. The look on his face whenever he pulls back to admire your cunt has you feeling so completely adored you nearly cry. When he deems you ready he’ll kiss your clit, murmur something about having the prettiest pearl, and dive in. It takes no time at all for him to suss out how you like it, and he’s capable of repeating any particular motion you need indefinitely. Jinbe’s been around the block long enough to know it’s not about flashy tricks; real pleasure is about patience and endurance, repeating the right movement for however long your partner needs to find their high. Calloused fingers find their way to your chest, toying with your nipples, and before you know it you’re careening into ecstasy. You’ve lost count on how many times in a row he’s been able to make you cum on his tongue this way.

Receiving- Jinbe has a hard time letting you fellate him for more than a few minutes. At first he was concerned you weren’t getting anything out of it, but he respects you enough to believe it when you tell him how much his huge, throbbing cocks get you going. Finding your cunt drenched and twitching after the act helps drive the point home. It’s all he can do not to unravel when you kneel between his thighs. He’s cracked the headboard in his grip several times when you lick and suck up and down his shafts. The image of you with his cocks between your breasts, small mouth stretched around the tips nearly sent him to an early grave. He can’t help but pull you up to ravish you. Well, he could, but where’s the fun in that?

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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Making love is what you do with Jinbe, no matter the position or sex act. Sometimes it will be faster or harder than other times. Jinbe doesn’t need fast or hard. He’s learning to be selfish, in the way romantic love is selfish. Jinbe’s selfishness takes form in the way he savors your love making like fine wine. Perhaps if you’d met sooner, before his forties, it would have been shorter, rougher, more frequent sex. At the age he is now, his libido is still going strong, but cumming isn’t as much a daily necessity as it is a form of expressing his love for you. Not unlike an artist at his craft, he takes his time and pays attention to the details. Every single one of your tender, quivering details.

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are for boys, and Jinbe is a (fish)man. When he has an inconvenient urge he’s easily able to store the thought for later. Then, when the time is right, he’ll huskily whisper his lustful thoughts into your ear as he fingers you open. It’s absolutely worth the wait.

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Experimenting is a slow process. Jinbe can go from completely in control during the act, to polite and bashful outside of it. Never one to deny you, you still may need to warm him up to the idea of anything remotely kinky. Letting you finger him was a very big deal, but after that success you found he was a little more keen to try new things.

The riskiest thing you ever did was after very, very carefully making sure no one would ever be able to see you, go for a late night skinny dip that led to you being eaten out, legs over Jinbe’s shoulders under the water, back pressed against the hull of the Sunny. Only your head and shoulders out of the water in the cloudy pitch black night, Jinbe felt it was just barely private enough. While it was hot as fuck, the memory replays in your head frequently, Jinbe’s anxiety before and after sours you both on doing it again. You’ll have to think of a more private way to capitalize on your lover’s ability to breathe underwater.

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Numerous rounds are not a thing Jinbe does often in middle age, but every so often he can go twice in the same night. Don’t fret, his infamous stamina extends to the bedroom. He’s willing to hold out however long it takes to completely satisfy you, often you have to ask him nicely to fill you up with his seed before he’s willing to let go. You deserve every single orgasm he can give you, and he’ll be damned if his own release gets in the way. Unfortunately chafing is a real hazard and the fun does have to end.

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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s not crazy about toys, although that’s something he would possibly warm up to. Toys haven’t been a practicality in the past. If you’re into toys and initiate the idea, he absolutely would hold a wand to your clit or slide a pretty butt plug into you.

Again it would never be his idea, but Jinbe would let you use simple toys on him. A cock sleeve on one clasper while you lick and suck its twin has him praising your creativity. If he’s really, really in the mood you might even slide a prostate toy into that tight blue hole so it can rock against his sweet spot while he fucks you.

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

What Jinbe does is barely enough to be considered teasing. He likes to play a game where he’ll hover over wherever you want him and make you ask him to touch or fuck you. You know to say please. Something about you politely asking for exactly what you want gets him diamond hard. If you do ask in a sassy way, call him Daddy or Boss, or (worst of all) Old Man, you can be sure you’ll be pinned down by a laughing behemoth and in for a very thorough fuck.

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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jinbe tries to keep his voice low, limited to sweet nothings and praise. The next tier is groaning, head nodding back but still in control of his volume. But the biggest treat is when he completely loses it, barely breathing, and lets loose a husky, barely audible “fuck”.

He loves to make you sing for him. Ever considerate of your crewmates and your honor, he’ll slide his thumb into your mouth to quiet you. The sensations of your moans, gently scraping teeth and wandering tongue send shockwaves down his body. Possibly earning you that delicious little “fuck” in return.

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jinbe adores the way you smell. Not so much an armpit guy, although that doesn’t bother him a bit unless you’ve been forced to go without bathing for an extended amount of time. What he does love is the smell of your sweaty breasts and pussy. When he gets the pleasure of undressing you he’ll always bring your bra and panties to his face for a quick sniff before tossing them aside.

Once, when you were apart for a few weeks, you snuck a couple pairs of dirty panties into his bag. The night after he found them, you had a very exciting conversation via den den mushi. The grand finale was Jinbe coming with one pair of panties entangled in his claspers while the other was pressed firmly against his nose, thanking you profusely.

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X = X-Ray (what are they packing)

Jinbe will absolutely try his best to explain to you what he’s got going on before you see it, but words cannot do it justice. You’re ready for two of them, that part is easy enough to understand. And you think you’re ready for the size, you get he’s going to be big at 9’10”. The reality is so much better, and more intimidating, than you could ever imagine. Almost perfectly straight when aroused, the right one is over a foot long, the left an inch or two shorter. He has no external gonads, just a very small pair of fins where they would be. There’s almost no distinction between the heads and shafts, aside from little pearl like bumps under the skin around the tips. Only during orgasm do the heads swell to lock him into his partner. The skin is just blue enough not to be white and incredibly smooth. Thankfully they are individually little more narrow than a human cock would be at that ridiculous length, giving you a little hope that you might be able to take both at once, if you’re feeling adventurous.

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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

The more you cement your emotional connection with Jinbe, the higher his sex drive. However, he is long past the need for nightly gratification, and honestly he has shit to do as the helmsman and acting father of the Strawhats. He would never, ever let you go needy, but chances are if you’re with Jinbe you’re also the kind of person that has shit to do and pirates to wrangle. You may still have a slightly higher need than his, but he has no problem rising to the occasion a few times a week.

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep)

Jinbe is (figuratively) a father, a dad, and a Daddy. These things all conspire together to make Jinbe prone to passing out the exact moment he lies on his back. You can trust him not to leave you dripping with the remnants of his love making, but the very nanosecond you are clean, rubbed down and happy, that man is out like a light. It’s kind of amazing, you’ve spent more than one restless night wishing he could teach you how to do it.

[mothielad]

Okay, I know I said I was gonna do an LU picnic, but I couldn’t resist the boys

[technically-human]

Bf jacket

A commission for @mystic-marsh-arts that I loved working on! She always has the cutest ideas, and gave me so much freedom. I'm very happy she allowed me to include a bit of Charles here as well!

[royaltea000]

Me when I’m in a being coerced into parenthood competition and my opponent is sun wukong

[cerealmonster15]

[vibrating a little too fast] Do You Understand My Vision Yet

[laurrelise]

i’ve been doing a bit of sketching 🙏🙏🙏 i started watching tua less than 2 weeks ago and im actually so hyperfixated on it im losing my mind

anyways working on aj carmichael next!!!!! 😝😝

[llumimoon]

Hi!! :D I'm thinking of making some double sided dndads characters charms BUT I first gotta know roughly how many people would even wanna buy them before I make em! I would appreciate it a lot if you could lmk your thoughts <33

close ups are under the cut :]

[ampblamp]

[jaratedeguadalupe]

monster energy boyfriends

[gamebunny-advance]

Dsync Doodles

I dunno why, but I felt like going back to a few old Desynchronized sketches that I never finished. They're still not "finished" and I don't think I'll really do anything with them since Desynchornized/DSYNC is effectively dead to me.

That said, I did *try* to do something with the first one, but it just wasn't working out. Under the cut due to eye strain.

[elizasidepiece]

more executive-dysfunction-while-at-work doodles — Michael Shelly addition

(for any unable to read my scribbly handwriting the text says: I hope I am not only the distorted figure of a previous colleague now working a separate fear entity to you guys, but also a friend 🫰🏻)

[oofuri2003]

fanart of 6 characters (and in this case, some OCs) meme! This was super fun, I might do another round of these soon <3

Tagging everyone who requested:

@sqwick @bearygyujin @comintoyoulive @silvercrane14 @sarahsedserio @alphabetsouppredictsyourdoom