#and i wanna run and flee and escape

[honeybard]

Montrose finishing off the judge by himself at the end of ep15 was actually so cool I need to learn how draw comics asap

[noosayog]

[3:47 pm] ft miya osamu

wc: 700

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When you slam open Atsumu’s bedroom door and plop yourself onto the carpet next to him, he barely looks up from his phone. 

“Ever heard of knocking?”

You lay belly down on the floor and scream into the worn fuzz of the carpet. 

“Gross. You know our bare, unwashed feet walk on this floor right?” 

He offers you a pillow and you take it, squishing it between the floor and your face. Atsumu waits for your breath to run out. 

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Atsumuuuuu…” you bemoan. “I’m going through a crisis.” 

He says nothing, continuing to scroll on his phone but you can tell you’ve garnered some of his interest. 

“I have a secret. Like one that I can’t tell anyone.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s so shameful. I’ve been keeping it to myself for, like, ever.”

“Yeah, I bet I couldn’t guess what it is.” The sarcasm is completely lost on you. 

“Yeah. You’d make fun of me. It’d be material for you to tease me for a lifetime,” you pause, take a deep breath. “I-

“-have a big fat crush on my brother?” 

You gape. “What?” 

He looks up from his phone. He blink at you, like you’re any simpleton. “You,” he says slowly, punctuating each word, ”have a big, fat, embarrassing, crutching, debilitating crush on my brother.” 

“I didn’t even realize you knew so many big words-”

“What?” 

The two of you freeze up. 

“‘Samu!” Atsumu exclaims. “Thought you weren’t gonna be back until later tonight.”

“I wasn’t.”

He gives no other explanation. You stay still, hoping that if you don’t move or breathe, he won’t notice you. The silence stretches.

“Ohhh.. kay. Well, I better go. You kids-”

You jolt awake at that, in disbelief that Atsumu would flee alone after what he’s done.

“I’ll go with!” You turn and run, making monumental efforts to avoid a dark eyes trained on you. 

You’re about to squeeze past when a hand slams against the doorframe, arm now blocking off your exit. Osamu stares hard at you while your gaze stays glued to the exit beyond, though it’s more like you’re staring at his bicep which is now stationed at your eye level. 

“I’m just gonna go…” you hear Atsumu mumble, ducking under Osamu’s arm barrier, stealing your escape route. 

“Jackass-” you mumble.

“Hey.” 

The low voice comes from right above your head.

“Osamu,” you greet, still staring at his arm. “I gotta go. I have plans-”

A finger comes up to lift your jaw. It’s careful, but still forceful. When your eyes finally meet his, the one finger turns into two which grip your chin in place. 

“Was what Atsumu said true?” 

It takes a lot for you to hold back a stutter. “Sounds like you heard him loud and clear to me,” you say, ready to slap his hand away. 

“I did.”

“Then why are you still asking-” 

“If it’s true,” he leans down, talking slowly. It makes you start to hyperventilate. You need a paper bag or something. “I don’t wanna hear it from my stupid brother.” 

His eyes are mesmerizing, captivating. Not even the many, many years of knowing him dulls the effect of his straightforward gaze on you. You think you hear someone concede, “it’s true.” 

“What’s true?” he whispers. He’s so close you feel his words ghost your mouth.

Autopilot talks. “That I have a big fat crush on you.” 

He eats up the next millimeter of space. 

“Yeah?” he murmurs against your lips.

Suddenly, his neck is caged inside of your arms and you’re licking up his familiar minty breath and surely this all isn’t your doing because your brain is still catching up. 

His smile widens against your lips and you can feel the smugness radiate off him. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t have interrupted, then.” 

That clears the fog. You shove his shoulders away and try to ignore the fact that he doesn’t go very far.

“Why?” you demand. 

He kisses you again. “‘Cause my brother’s got a big mouth.” 

You tilt your head in confusion. Osamu takes it as an invitation to slot his face better against yours. 

His kiss almost makes you forget your train of thought, but that’s okay because he answers your question anyway. 

“And he probably would’ve blabbed that I have a big fat crush on you too.”

[jaiwritez]

Okay sooooooo

DC X DP crossover

Phantom Pickpocket

The usual Danny’s parents are assholes when they find out he’s Phantom. He’s the ghost prince. Not yet crowned king. So has new powers but doesn’t know how to use them. However he can’t go into the ghost zone because portal was destroyed. Can’t go to Vlad because fruitloop.

Danny flees the scene away from his friends family. Ends up in Gotham, ectoplasm, yada yada. However instead of meeting up with Batman. He stays in crime alley with a couple of the stray kids. He becomes a particularly good pick pocket with the invisibility and intangibility. He only goes after people that wouldn’t notice a lil money missing from their wallets and never takes all of it.

He stays in an abandoned building and cares for the other kids. However one day one of the girls that lowkey reminded him of Ellie got really sick. She needed antibiotics. None of them had the money or access required. So Danny was stealing more often and saving up more money. Taking watches, sunglasses and whatever he could grab his hands on really.

He was walking back to their abandon building with soup when he sees a shiny brand new red motorcycle in an alley. He figured the whole thing would go for enough to get them a place to stay for a while but it was to big and high profile. So if he got caught it would be considered GTA and a felony. He couldn’t risk prison time and keeping a low profile was good for staying off his parents and the GIWs radar. So instead he just worked on taking the tires.

Unknown to him. He was being watched from the roof tops by a certain crime lord. Who’s been following a string of petty thefts for the past few weeks and has heard tales of the “phantom pickpocket” (heheheh). As well as some of the crime alley kids gathering in a new spot. He liked to keep tabs on them to make sure they were alright. So when he sees Bat adoption bait stealing his tires in less than two seconds flat and the pit lurches finally recognizing the cause of the intrusive feeling he’s felt for weeks. He drops down to the ground and walks over to the kid.

“Impressive honestly. I admire your work.” The Redhood. The smirk was almost audible as he relished in the familiarity of the situation.

Danny looked at the large figure before him. He’s heard tales of the Redhood. The protector of crime alley. Clearly some form of liminal as the whole area was clearly marked as his territory. So Danny had been doing his best to conceal his presence and his own ectoplasm under the crime lords to not be noticed. Which meant not transforming and using almost of his powers. Clearly he needed some practice. Danny was currently holding both tires and took one step back away from the beast.

“Relax kid. I just wanna know why you’re stealing the tires.” Redhood said.

“I need them.” Danny replied quickly and eyes his roots for escape.

“I doubt you have a bike kid. You’re probs gonna pawn or sell them. So what do you need the money for. I can get you some help-“Redhood said stepping closer and instantly regretting it because of the look of fear before the kid vanished.

Danny was short and skittish and immediately turned invisible and booked it. Phasing through the nearest building and proceeding to run back to his bases of operations. He dropped the tires off on a nearby roof top before making his way back. He cursed in silence because he forgot the soup.

“Life clearly has a sense of humor.” Jason mumbled as he turned on his comm.

“Hey O. I need some help tracking down my tires. I’m also gonna need some medical supplies. If you could get one of the birds to deliver it. I would appreciate it.” Jason said picking up the abandoned shopping bag that contained premade warm soup.

“Tires? That’s oddly specific…. What happened?” Oracle inquired but rapid typing could easily be heard as she started working on his request.

“A kid just stole my tires.”

He turned the comm down in preparation and wasn’t surprised to hear laughter erupt from Oracle. He sighed with a smile. As much as Bruce annoyed him. Clearly they were more alike than he thought. He was gonna find the little meta bandit.

(Comments are appreciated)

Part 1 , Part 2 ,

[tired-teacher-blog]

This was a request. And yes I know, my requests are currently closed, but when I received this one a few days ago, I had the urge to work on it, so here we are.

• When cuddling with your boyfriend Iida turns a bit steamy.

_ "Honey, are you asleep already?" a familiar and soothing voice sounded from behind you to tickle your ear, as two strong arms pulled you flush against a hard surface.

_ "No, not yet." you responded through an uncontrollabe yawn and wiggled yourself deeper in the man's embrace.

You were lying though, and were on the verge of slumber had he not spoken, the movie you two had settled on earlier was over just moments ago, and the end credits rolled up announcing it was time to vacate the comfy sofa and go to bed instead, but it felt too cozy to move, wrapped in your boyfriend's arms this way was what you needed.

Sleep be damned.

_ "Tenya, don't you wanna watch something else?" you craned your neck wishing to catch a glimpse of the man holding you close, and you did, a cute grin adorning his lips as he gazed back at you.

_ "Do you have any idea what time it is right now? We both have work in the morning so we can't afford to stay up late." he nuzzled your cheek while whispering the words, kissing your warm skin again and again until you started giggling.

_ "Alright I know, then just a few more minutes?" you shifted in his hold until facing him.

Finally, a clear view of the dazzling man lying by your side.. soft dark blue hair falling around his face, a gentle gaze that was -for once- not hidden behind his thick glasses, a relaxed smile on those lips you craved to kiss, and most importantly, no sign of that stress he usually carries throughout the day due to the dangers of work, he was obviously enjoying the closeness you shared in this moment of peace.

_ "How can I say no to you?" he breathed out while swiftly moving to lay on top of you, "but if we're doing that, then I actually prefer this position."

You couldn't help the chuckle escaping your throat as you accepted him in your arms, he's heavy, almost knocking the air out of your lungs, but you didn't want him to move even an inch away.

He sighed contentedly while settling between your legs and nuzzling your neck like a kitten, his lips ghosting over your pulse and luring a tingle to run under your skin.

Your fingers played with his silky hair and scratched at the undercut as he slipped his warm hands under your shirt, caressing your sides and skimming across your belly while he playfully nibbled on your neck.

_ "What are you doing? Stop it tickles!" you thrashed and laughed uncontrollably but to no avail, he had you pinned underneath his massive weight and no way to flee.

He glanced up through his lashes with a smirk that you could sense ghosting over your skin, before kissing his way to your face.

_ "I'm simply showcasing my love for you, and kissing is a prime way of doing so." a response that only he could ever provide, one that you found exceptionally cute.

You cradled his face with a little squeeze on his cheeks, bringing his mouth to you for a deep kiss.

His lips moved slowly against yours, molding together perfectly in a rhythmic dance.. sweet, delicate and addictive, that's how it felt, and you soon found yourself needing more.

Your fingers traveled up to thread through his hair, pulling faintly when he playfully nibbled on your lip. The air was getting steamier each moment that passed, and a pleasant heat surged from your face to your neck and then your chest, until it settled in the pit of your tummy.

His hips moved shallowly and obviously absent-mindedly against you to relieve the growing bulge nudging your groin. You still wanted more though, just a little bit more of that delicious friction as you cursed the barrier of clothing between you and him, but this was fine too, if only he would thrust a little harder, a little faster, just a little..

_ "Oh no! I'm.. I'm so sorry! I'll be right back!" his sudden outburst startled you as he promptly broke the kiss to cry out the words, proceeding to untangle himself from you and run off God-knows-where-to.

_ "Tenya, what's happening? Why would you want to leave?" you were quick to wrap your legs around his waist and press him further against you, a move that coaxed a whimper to leave you both.

_ "I need to go to the bathroom, just give me a minute." his clenched jaw, flushed face and dark look in his eyes spoke differently though, and you knew that only a bit of persuasion would keep him in your presence.

_ "You don't need to go sweetie, just let me take care of this for you." and your hand was already sliding down his chest before slipping past the waistband of his sweatpants to palm his erection through the thin fabric of his boxers.

He couldn't utter another word after that, but the aroused groans leaving his throat announced your victory, as his restless hips chased after the warmth of your palm.

The plan was to go to bed early as he had suggested, but that was no longer an option, and you both knew it.

So what if you end up arriving a bit late to work? This is worth it.

Divider by : @/cafekitsune

[brittle-doughie]

Until We Meet Again

[Main Story]

You traveled for many, many years across the land, looking for a place to call home.

Along the way, you’ve met many Cookies that had appeared in the land along with you, growing fond of you over the time you’ve spent with them. You could even say you were quite the magnet to them for some reason!

Alas, the time you had with them was limited, they grew older while you remained…the same. You never let their incoming mortality stop you, however. You were glad to have spent the amount of time with them as you did.

This would go on, for many more years until…

???: “GAH! H-HELP!”

You: “Hm? Wonder what’s going on over there..”

You rushed over to the sound of commotion going on in the middle of a forest area to see a Cookie being chased around by a cake-looking critter!

You: “Well well well, what do we have here!”

Citizen Cookie: “You there! Could you help with this thing!? I was just minding my own business when this thing started to chase me!”

You: “Hm….I’ve got just the thing!”

You reached into your pocket and tossed out some bait far away, the cake critter follows the smell and chases after it, leaving the Cookie alone.

Citizen Cookie: “Woo, thanks! That thing would’ve had gotten me if you hadn’t come along.”

You: “Just doing my part. Say, you wouldn’t happen to be a resident of that nearby kingdom I saw, right?”

Citizen Cookie: “You mean the Cookie Kingdom? I can lead you back there if you’d like, least I could do for you for helping me with that critter!”

You: “That’s the spirit I wanna hear! Lead the way, chief!”

You headed with him back towards the Cookie Kingdom, where the gates opened up as he took along the tour.

Suffice to say, you had grown accustomed to the place in the time you’ve lived in it. You weren’t sure why, but you felt like this place was calling for you!

You really felt like you could call this place home after many years of residency….

———————————————————————

Cookies were fleeing for their lives, rushing out the back gate of the kingdom as guards escorted their escape.

You didn’t understand, one moment was peaceful and calm before it was rushed into horrific and frightening in the next!

Cake Monsters…you had seen what they’ve done to your fellow Cookies, leaving them as nothing but burnt flour in their wake.

No matter how hard you tried, your skills weren’t enough as you fled back into the castle, where many other Cookies still standing resides, injured or too frightened to fight.

You rushed through the halls, trying to find the rulers of the kingdom, maybe they had an idea…until you reached the throne room.

Cookie Kingdom Medic: “I can’t stop the jamming, what do I do?!”

Cookie Kingdom King: “You need to run. The others have evacuated already and the kingdom is lost, the monsters are just about to breach this place. I’ll only slow you all down…”

There, still leaning on his throne was the king of the kingdom, his side soaked in jam as he was likely struck there by a cake monster. The queen was nowhere in sight as you approached him.

Cookie Kingdom King: “Ah, there you are, Y/N Cookie. I am happy to see that you made it here.”

You: “Things are going bad outside, we really have to get out of here, your majesty! Where is her highness?”

Cookie Kingdom King: “Someone needed to lead our subjects out to safety, she had chosen to go with them. She’s safe now…”

You: “You can get to safety too, we just need to escape quickly!”

Cookie Kingdom King: “No. We need to buy time for the remaining evacuating Cookies to get to safety. We are making a final stand here…”

You: “I can stay here with you! I can help!”

Cookie Kingdom King: “Y/N Cookie! Listen to me.”

You stay quiet as he looks into your eyes.

Cookie Kingdom King: “There is no hope for me. I’ve lost so much jam, I’ll be lucky to make it through the day before I crumble. I don’t want all this effort to go to waste if those monsters follow the survivors. Be strong for me, if not for them.”

You looked down as he handed you a sword, your face seen in the reflection of the blade, he gave you a pat on the shoulder as you look up back at him. He tried to give you one more reassuring smile before a guard rushed to him.

Cookie Kingdom Guard: “The castle doors are breached, they’re getting through!”

Cookie Kingdom King: “Y/N Cookie…go. Go now!”

You gave him your final, reluctant nod as you head out the back way of the castle, the king sighs to himself as he pulled out his blade as his remaining guards stand with him, right as the cake monsters breach the throne room…

Cookie Kingdom King: “Let us make the end memorable, my friends! They can break our dough, but they will never break our spirit!”

“CHARGE!”

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You kept running. You didn’t look back as you heard the sounds of roaring and weapons clashing with one another along with the pained and angry shouts of Cookies as you run through the forest.

You reached a hill as you fell on your hands and knees, trying to breathe and hold back a tear or two as you tried to process what had just happened.

You would not be given such reprieve until a loud BOOM shook the air!

You look around the sky until you noticed the large explosion way off into the distance in the sky. You couldn’t believe it, it was like the land was being destroyed all around you as you stand up and kept running.

You would not return until many months later…

By then, the kingdom was a shell of what once was…

[kawhh]

Quinn Hughes period blurb has arrived. The soft version.

You knew there was something horrifically wrong when you felt the gentle shake of your shoulder in the morning. Q never wakes you up, especially when you don't need to be somewhere.

He's always worried you aren't getting enough sleep, he's woken you up less than a handful of times since you got together.

"Sweetheart... Sweetheart I need you to wake up.."

He sounds so gentle, slowly waking you up. Your eyes slowly blinking open, your head pounding. You swear you wanna die when they're open enough, spotting blood all over his hand. You're panicked, reaching out for him instantly, wincing as there's a sharp stabbing pain that makes you swiftly lie back down.

Your face feels like it's on fire when you realise what's happened. The way you feel the blood between your legs, a familiar feeling. How could you be so fucking stupid when you're in bed with him? You track your periods, you know when it's coming. You're usually prepared..

You can feel it all down your thighs, your underwear soaked through with the blood, can feel the wet bedsheets under you. You've never been so embarrassed in your life. You're crying the minute it sinks in, trying to flee off the bed to clean up, to apologise, to wash his sheets, fuck, buy him new ones. Anything to erase the memory of this happening.

He's gently pressing you down back on the bed with his clean hand the minute you try and put your plan into action, softly shaking his head.

"Sweetheart, you're fine, it's not a big deal. Stay here for me a sec, yeah?"

He rises off the bed, kissing your forehead as he goes, watching you as he makes his way to the en suite to make sure you aren't getting any ideas.

You can't escape the mortification when you hear the tap running, him clearly cleaning the blood off his hand. Fuck, he probably thinks it's gross. Seeing it is one thing,, but having it all over his hand?

He probably went to shift your thigh in your sleep and.. had more of a surprise.

He's stripped down to his boxers while he was in there, strolling out after a minute or two. Walking over to your side of the bed, pleased that you stayed put, placing your hand around his neck, lifting you off the bed in a bridal carry, taking you to the bathroom.

"Need you to trust me sweetheart, I'll make it better."

He's covering the bathroom counter with a towel, resting you on top, making sure you're comfortable before he's stepping back slightly, keeping his hands on your thighs.

"Stay here? I'll run you a bath while I strip the bed, alright?"

He's wiping away the tears that'd escaped your eyes, still looking at you with nothing but pure affection, trying to convey how truly unbothered he is about this.

It doesn't take him more than a few minutes to quickly strip the bed, you can tell he's trying to prevent giving you too much time to think on your own, knowing you'll overthink everything.

"Gonna get you in the bath baby, you'll feel a lot better."

Lifting you like you're fragile glass, lowering you into the middle of the tub, climbing in behind you, shushing your worried protests. He doesn't care if blood gets in the tub with him. Doesn't care if you bleed on him. He only wants you to be okay, to calm down.

He can tell the steam and hot water is making you sleepy, making you relax. You aren't squirming around as much now, leaning back into him, letting him look after you.

Whining as you feel his fingers trail down your sides, creeping towards your core. Protesting when he circles his fingers slowly around your clit, trying to bring you some gentle pressure, keeping you pinned against him as your hips slowly thrust towards his fingers.

Resting his head on your shoulder, leaving open mouthed kisses on your skin, whispering praise in your ear. Sliding one of his fingers gently into you, not wanting to overwhelm you but needing to do this for you.

Holding you tighter as you reach your soft high around him, kissing your hair as he drains the bath, moving to lift you out.

Taking his time wrapping you in the fluffiest towel from the rail, resting you back on the counter while he gets one of his hoodies and boxers for you, knowing you crave the comfort when you're bleeding.

"Almost done, baby."

He's lifting your legs slightly, giving him the room he needs to help you out, grabbing one of the tampons from the pack under the sink - he keeps supplies here for you 24/7.

You swear he's practiced somehow. He's too smooth with it, the way he even knows to tilt the applicator back instead of straight up. How he knows all the steps without reading the box - even you have to still read the box sometimes.

Kissing your thigh as he pulls back, pulling the boxers fully up your legs, sliding the hoodie over your head.

"I got you, sweetheart."

He'll be carrying you everywhere all day, doing every little thing he can for you. You need food? You need him to change your tampon again? He's here for you to use.

[ur-sick-and-married]

CRAWLING BACK TO YOU • PAIGE BUECKERS

Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few?

🎵: Do I Wanna Know? covered by Hozier

TW: suggestive, angst, reader is an alcoholic, usage of Y/N, mentions of nausea and vomiting

SUMMARY: you get drunk to avoid running back to your ex…but tonight it brought you right to her.

A/N: I went to a UConn game the other day!

How many times were you going to find yourself in this situation? You were strolling around the crowded house, searching for anyone that would have you. You were drunk again, like you were most nights.

You did this a lot now; get wasted and hookup with strangers. The alcohol allowed you to loosen up, finally find some peace, and the hookups kept you feeling useful and pleasured.

The two of those things also kept you from groveling at the knees of UConn’s best female guard.

You and Paige had been in a serious relationship. You loved that woman. She was the best thing that ever happened to you.

But you’d fucked up. Your love for booze had scared her off. She got sick of attending parties every weekend, sick of having to take away the bottle, sick of dragging you from parties, sick of pushing you off at home when your drunk self tried to start something, sick of nursing your nasty hangovers. She had told you to chill, promised you movie nights and dates instead of parties.

You never listened, so eventually she sat you down and, with a lot of difficulty, ended things. It had become too much for her. She needed to focus on school and basketball. It was her last year in college, after all. She wanted to make it count.

Without Paige, your need for alcohol only grew, which is how you found yourself in the middle of a frat party. Things had been usual, until someone screamed and everyone started fleeing. You knew what this meant; cops. You started running, too. If the police got you, you were screwed. Chugging drink after drink was fun, until the idea of getting caught came up.

You stumbled through the woods behind the house. This was where people typically ran, but you were alone. Maybe you were going the wrong way? You could see lights up ahead, so you went towards those. If there was civilization, you could find your way home. Once you made it through the trees, you found yourself in a campus that you quickly recognized…UConn.

Well, you thought, at least you knew your way around.

You started wandering, your phone in hand, waiting until you had good enough WiFi to get an Uber.

When you first heard the sound, you thought you were imagining it. Surely it was just the sound you associated with the school.

Nope…when the small, outdoor court came into view, you realized there was someone dribbling a basketball.

That someone was Paige Bueckers.

What were the chances?! You needed to go, before she saw you. You turned around fast, and tripped over your own feet. Your body hit the grass with a small “oof” sound escaping your lips.

“Y/N?!” Paige called when she saw you.

She was at your side within a second, immediately trying to get you up.

“Hi, Paige…” You said awkwardly, trying not to slur.

“The hell are you doing here?” She asked as she pulled you to your feet easily.

“I was…in town.” You shrugged.

She was gonna say something else, when her nose wrinkled. “Jesus…you smell like beer.”

It clicked in her brain just then. You opened your mouth to lie again, but all that came out was a shaky, alcohol scented breath.

“Ar you drunk?” She asked quietly.

“Just…a little bit.” You mumbled.

“Bullshit!” She exclaimed abruptly. “You’re wasted, aren’t you?!”

“I didn’t mean to be!” You yelped.

“Sure.” She scoffed. “You accidentally took a few shots? Chugged some beer? Drank some soda that you didn’t know had vodka in it?!”

You huffed, not knowing what to say. She was always right when it came to this.

“I just need to get home…” You whispered shakily.

“Where were you?” She whispered back.

“Party.”

“Hm. It’s early for you to leave a party.”

“Cops.”

An awkward silence passed. She watched you fight intoxicated tears.

“What do you want me to do, Y/N?” She sighed.

“Could you…get me a ride?” You said. “I’ll pay you back, I swear.”

“Where are you going? Home?” She asked.

You nodded.

“What if you go out again, huh? The bar? The club?”

“I’m super tired, Paige.” You shook your head. “I’m not going out.”

“You think I’m gonna believe you?” She scoffed. “You’ve pulled that shit before.”

“Then what are you gonna do?” You said, frustrated.

She sighed again, dragging a hand down her face.

“You’ll stay with me.” She announced. “Just for tonight.”

You froze. Really? Your ex would be the one taking you home?

“Come on.” She said, hesitantly placing a hand on your shoulder. “Let’s go. It’s getting cold.”

She led you back to her apartment. You were a bit unsteady, starting to feel the negative effects of the alcohol.

“Don’t you have roommates?” You asked once you were inside her building.

“They don’t mind.” She waved that off. “Just be quiet and they won’t care.”

“We shouldn’t do this…” You said.

Usually when you got drunk, you were all over her, insisting she go home with you.

You knew better by now.

“Don’t worry about it.” Paige said softly. “I just…I can’t let you go home alone right now.”

The both of you went up to her dorm. She pulled out her keys and opened the door, inviting you in. When you struggled to slip your shoes off, feeling unsteady, she knelt down to get them off for you.

“You feeling sick?” She whispered.

“Uh…not really.” You replied, despite that fact that your head was spinning.

Paige saw right through the lie.

“Go in my room.” She told you. “I’ll be right there.”

You quietly went to her bedroom, remembering where it was, of course. You perched awkwardly on the edge of her bed, waiting.

Paige came in a few minutes later, after convincing her roommates they they wouldn’t be hearing any grotesque noises. She carried a small trash bag and a glass of water.

“Drink up.” She instructed, giving you the cup. She then placed the bag in your lap. “And if you have to puke, do it in there.”

“Thanks.” You muttered.

She knelt down in front of you, looking at you with those insanely blue eyes. “C’mon…drink.”

You took a few sips of the water. You knew she was being helpful, but the water kind of made you want to throw up.

“Just hold onto that bag.” Paige said when she noticed your facial expression.

She stood up, and walked over to her closet. After digging around for a moment, she came back with a t-shirt and comfy shorts. The shirt looked so familiar…you suddenly realized why.

You would always steal her clothes when you were a couple. She often found her hoodies in your bedroom, her sweatpants (which were actually ginormous on you because she was so tall), mixed with your laundry. You rarely hid it well. Sometimes you’d just show up at her place in her clothes.

Your favorite thing to steal was one of her March Madness shirts. It was very comfy, and a reminder of how amazing Paige and her team were. So when she gave you the shirt that drunken night? You quickly burst into tears.

“What? What’s wrong?” Paige asked worriedly.

“You…you remembered.” You sniffled.

She didn’t know what to say. She felt sort of caught. She muttered a quick “Of course I did” and took the water from you.

Her bedroom was dark, only slightly lit by the moon shining through the window, so she didn’t see much when she helped you out of your party clothes. Not like she’d never seen you naked. Once you were in the comfortable clothes, she pulled the blankets on her bed back, allowing you to slip in.

“I’m gonna stop, Paige.” You whispered, still crying as she tucked you in. “I’m gonna stop drinking.”

She sighed. She’d heard you say this before, but never so seriously.

“Good.” She said. “You’re gonna kill yourself at this point.”

“I know…” You whimpered. “I don’t want to die…”

You were quick to put your head in your hands so she wouldn’t see you cry even more. She bit her lip at this. She was angry at you, for continuing to abuse alcohol, but…she hated that she was. She just wanted to comfort you. She never liked seeing you cry.

“Let’s just try to sleep, alright?” She said softly, climbing over you to lie down.

She got in the bed, keeping a safe distance. Neither of you were very comfortable. You were too tense. You hadn’t been in bed together in ages. It would’ve been nice if you weren’t so awkward.

You really tried to pull yourself together. You wiped your eyes, took deep breaths, focused on good thoughts. But your drunken tears kept coming.

Suddenly, Paige was shifting, and she was getting closer. She laid on her side, facing you. Then you felt her hand carding through your hair, gently scratching your scalp.

“What’re you doing…?” You whispered.

“When I used to do this, you’d be out cold within minutes.” She whispered back.

She kept doing the soothing motion. Your eyes were getting heavy, like she’d hoped.

“I’m really gonna stop.” You muttered.

“I know…just sleep.” She murmured.

“I miss you.” You whispered. In your half asleep, intoxicated state, you didn’t think twice about saying that.

She swallowed hard, her hand faltering for only a second. “I told you to go to sleep.”

“I just wanted you to know.” You answered.

“I know.” She repeated, smiling a little at the small amount of sass in your voice. “You don’t have to miss me, though. I’m right here.”

Exhaustion was finally getting to you, so you were falling into a deep sleep.

“I’ll be right here.” She whispered a few seconds before you fully sank into unconsciousness. “We’ll figure this out…we always do."

[dollwrites]

hiiiiiii would you be willing to write something with ogata and a shy lover?

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. minors dni, dark themes may be present. these pieces are never proof read so mistakes are probably present. < 3 enjoy your experience

“Don’t give me that look. You’re the one that needed my gloves,” Ogata chided, chastising you for the warm blush and the way that you shy away from his touch. your eyes flicker to the red gloves that are loose around your fingers, and hang further down on your wrists. you’d asked the wildcat sniper, in a timid little voice, if you could wear his gloves after losing yours on the mountainside, but you had no idea that you were meant to be his personal heater when he agreed.

his hands were ice cold— a testament to the brutal snowstorm you found yourself sheltering away from— and they made you let out a soft squeak when they found their way beneath your layers of warm clothes. “You want my hands to freeze?” he challenged, running one palm over your breast, the irreparable pad of his thumb pushing at the hardening bud in an almost teasing manner. the other hand was much more dastardly in its intentions. it curved over the shape of your supple belly, and dipped between your hips, finding that sweet, warm slick with his first two fingers. one eyebrow twitched at your reaction— a sharp inhale and squeak. you couldn’t watch him watch you, it was way too embarrassing. “If my fingers get frostbite, they’ll rot away,” he muttered. his voice, though taking on a macabre topic, was matter-of-fact instead of daunting. “I won’t be able to pull the trigger of my rifle anymore, and we will both starve if I can’t hunt.”

the way he fondled you was more than a little bit demeaning. he pinched and squeezed, rubbed with his fingertips or jabbed with his thumb, as if familiarizing himself with a new firearm, and not a delicate woman’s most intimate areas. you turn your head to the side, and feel the ghost of the snow shifting above the little trench Ogata’d buried the two of you in to keep warm flutter as it flutters against your cheek. the trench was barely big enough for him, and since he’d pinned you below his weight with one knee between your thighs, the other leg pressed close to yours, there was nowhere for you to be able to escape to.

“Sure, b—but… can’t we hold hands instead?” you ask, sheepishly squirming when he uses the tip of his forefinger to lightly scrape at your swelling button. “Or I can—-!”

Ogata is so silent. it unnerves you, how quiet he is sometimes. his eyes are deep and unreadable, abysmal whirlpools, but they’re hyper focused on the way your expression contorts and the sound of your little whimper when he slips his middle finger into you.

“O—Ogata…!” your hands flee towards his arm, grasping his bicep. you can barely feel his body warmth with the several layers between your hand and his arm, but you still cling to it. “Th—that’s—“

“Jesus, you’re warm. Tight…” he mutters, his eyes flitting the length of your body to rest on the movement of his hand beneath your layers. he pushes his finger deep, slowly straightening and then curling his finger. you writhe in response, your inner walls in a frenzy, and hide your face in both hands. Ogata notices your act of shame, and the corners of his mouth twitch, but the specter of a smirk never reaches fruition. “It’s annoying when you do that.” he grunts, his finger pumping in and out of you at a steady pace now. he was intrigued by the way your breath caught in your throat, the way your eyelids fluttered behind your fingers, interested in the way you looked when he played with your pussy, but here you were hiding. “You’re so shy you don’t even wanna look at me?” Ogata muses, giving your breast a hard squeeze. his teeth sank against the inside of his cheek upon the feeling of your flesh against his palm, between his fingers…

you shook your head, babbling behind your makeshift shield of red leather about how embarrassing it was. “Because you’re so wet.” he thought aloud, his brows threatening to furrow as he contemplates, before the hand on your chest escapes from your clothes, and instead pries one of your hands away with a tight grip on your wrist. you whine and squirm, but ultimately feel him anchor the back of your hand to the earth by your head. your free hand still hovers near your face, though it’s drifted moreso to your mouth so you can chew at the tips of your fingers, tasting the leather of Ogata’s glove. you want to close your eyes, but you can feel him pressing his forehead against yours, and when you look up, your eyes are locked in his stormy gaze. “You’re being dramatic. I already knew I made your pussy wet.” you cringed at how blunt he was: Ogata made everything sound ten times worse with that flat, lifeless baritone. sure, you had a crush on him and maybe you weren’t that good at hiding it, but did he have to say it like that?

your back arches when you feel his ring finger join the middle. they were long and thick, calloused and roughened by the elements, cold to the touch, but they felt good plundering you. “I—I’m already full…” you mewl before his forefinger can worm its way inside with the other two. it’s embarrassing to admit, but it leaves your lips, and your voice sounds almost in awe at the sensation. “Can’t take anymore…”

Ogata pauses his ministrations with his fingers still knuckle deep in your core, his breath warm against your cheeks, and he said this just to embarrass you further, “Gotta stretch you out a little bit before you’ll be ready to take a cock.” his mouth never once brushed against your skin, offering not a single ounce of comfort or romance in this moment. instead, he sighs, as if the task at hand was impossible. “We can’t have you screaming like a trapped bunny when I stick you.”

[redxixi]

~`all ours~` part 1

Part 2

~` pairing: viking!141 x fem!reader

~` summary: you were a simple girl living with your family in a small villiage when the price clan came and raided your villiage so now your their prisoner.

a/n: aight so im back and ready sorry for being gone for so long. so this fic is heavily inspired by @groguspicklejar fic SO GO READ CUZ LORD. Her fics are AMAZING. while i was gone i developed a heavy crush on price from cod and i wanted to write something like this for a while so here we are.

~` warnings: being chased, violence, dark shi. !CAUTION! these fics will contain dark stuff in them so if it is not for you do not read it pls. If you do read it and get offended by it it is not my problem cuz it says dark shi so yeah.

like any other morning you went to the nearby river for some water and berries. everything was peaceful, the winds were blowing a soft breeze, the birds were singing and the clouds looked like pillows you could sleep on when suddenly you heard loud yelling from your home. you ran back to see what had happend only to be met with the sight of fire. everything was burning and everyone was yelling. you rushed to your hut only to find it destroyed and then you saw them.

they were like animals slaughtering and destroying everything in sight. you ran as fast as you could and hid in the woods behind a gigantic tree. you waited, listenend and tried to proccess what just happend. the people who treated you like family and gave you food were killed brutally, the children who were just playing a couple hours ago now dead too. but you only saw 4 men. could 4 men really kill a whole villiage?

you waited for a while until you couldnt hear any screams anymore and carefully came out of your hiding spot. you slowly aproached the villiage and saw the 4 men and with them where a few surviors tied up. the 4 men where talking amongst themselves so you decided to sneak past them. you carefully and quietly snuck past one of em and heard one of em talking.

"there was no point coming here. the only thing these people had were crops and some silver other than that they had basically nothing"

the one that said this was a dark skinned man with an axe resting on his back and the masked one awnsered.

"exactly they had crops and we don't kyle. if we want to survive this winter we needed more food."

you carefully listened in on theire confersation while sneakily trying to flee when just then you stepped on a branch making a loud crack sound. the 2 men who were talking turned theire heads to your derection.

"what was that"

slowly you could heard them aproaching the bush you hid behind. you were shaking from fear and you could hear your heart beating in your chest. without thinking you ran.

"fuck GET HER"

you heard one of em say. filled with adreneline you ran as fast as you could. you ran past the tied up survivors and just when you thought you could make it out of there one of the men suddenly appeared in front of you making you collide against his chest causing you to fall on your butt.

"well well well what do we have here."

you looked up at him. he had short black hair with a mutton chop beard and was build like a greek god with countless tattoos on his chest.

"did you really think you could run from us las?"

you started to crawl backwards with fear while he slowly aproached you. you could feel the tears coming out of your eyes so with your last strenght you stood up and ran the opposite derection only to see the other men in your way. both of your ways to escape were blocked by these monsters. you felt you heart beating almost out of your chest and tears were streaming down your face.

"p-please don't i-i just wanna go please"

you pleaded to them sobbing.

"aww sweetie its okay we wont hurt c'ha"

the one with a dark brown mowhawk said sarcastically while grinning. before you could do anything you were grabbed from the back by the masked man. you tried to squirm out of his grasp but his hold on you was rock solid.

"shhh its okay we aren't bad people....well we are but we will take good care of you okay"

the man with a mohawk then put a cloth with some sort of substance on your nose. you tried to resisit by shaking your head but he pulled your hair back and shoved the cloth onto your nose. slowly you could feel yourself slipping away and everything slowly became blury.

"shhh sleep now we have plans for ya bonnie"

So this will be part 1 in a multiple part series so feel free to send suggestions and ideas cuz i need em.

[lilpaigeywbb]

when in the south 𖦹₊˚✧

➜ summary: synopsis of when in the south along with songs to go with it

➜ warnings: n/a

➜ pairing: paige bueckers x mafia daughter!oc 

➜ authors note: i’ll be releasing the prologue probabaly tomorrow morning or afternoon. this idea and everything here is original and straight from my brain. sidenote, not everything makes sense YET and it may just seem like a flow mistake in the synopsis but i swear it'll make sense eventually! i really hope you guys enjoy it.

born and raised italian beauty, beatrice fabrizio, was forced to flee her gorgeous country. and come to dallas. all because she was next in line to lead her family's mafia. she wanted to get out, to escape the fate that had killed two of her older siblings and thankfully, her mother was willing to help with that. with connections in the states, multiple forged documents, and watching the walking dead to get a southern accent (albeit, an exaggerated one), bea turned into bee, new medical trainee and intern for the dallas wings.

bee and her fellow newbie, the rookie paige bueckers, manage to find a sense of familiarity in each other. where paige had her teammates, bee didn’t have anyone and paige knew she wanted to be there for her. it was like some sort of electromagnetic pull, making paige want to be with her and take care of her at all times.

but what happens if bee's secret comes to light?

♪♫tracklist ♪♫

cinnamon girl: lana del rey "there's things i wanna talk about but better not to give, but if you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did."

supernatural: ariana grande "this love's possesing me but i don't mind at all, it's like supernatural."

the promise: when in rome "and when you're in doubt and when you're in danger, take a look all around and i'll be there."

bags: clairo "pardon my emotions, i should probably keep it all to myself."

make you mine: public "put your hand in mine, you know that i want to be with you all the time. you know that i won't stop until i make you mine."

never be the same: camilla cabello "and i could try to run but it would be useless, you're to blame. just one hit of you i knew i'd never be the same."

every breath you take: the police "since you've gone I've been lost without a trace, i dream at night i can only see your face, i look around but it's you i can't replace, i feel so cold and i long for your embrace."

happiness is a butterfly: lana del rey "i was one thing, now i'm being another."

for reasons unknown: the killers* o girlfriend: weezer* for good: kristin chenoweth and indina menzel* 40 days: slowdive* meet me halfway: black eyed peas* eventually: tame impala* per dimenticare: zero assoluto*

*wont be needed until later (it'll make sense i swear)

[pinksugarberry]

WOWIE NEW LIZ BES REFERENCE OH WOW!! 💖💖💖 she deserves an update teehee ily Liz 🫶🫶🫶 I put some quick info down too if you wanna take a little read, so feel free 🙏

Liz was born a few years before Mizu, ending up as an accident between her wealthy father and mother. Liz’s father, Pierre Sylvestre, worked with Skeffington as one of his business partners. Liz used to see him around the manor, but since she was a small toddler, she doesn’t remember all too much. She remembers his voice, and how he looked twenty years ago, but maybe there’s more information hidden deep in her memory.

Since she was an accidental baby, and her parents already invested a lot of time into their much older daughter, Liz was left in the care of her maid, Josephine. Her maid noticed Liz’s odd behavior; rocking back and forth, repeating phrases over and over, even tugging out small clumps of her hair. Josephine did her best to teach Liz how to be a proper lady as she grew. There was much time dedicated to showing Liz how others lived their lives and helping her gain appreciation for smaller things.

During this, Liz developed a deep interest in culinary, to the point it would practically be all she ever talked about. Everything in her life could relate back to it in some way. With how much it excited her, coupled with her strange behavior, it wasn’t long until rumors began to sprout up that she must’ve been a fae or a changing. Her family, wanting to keep their reputation afloat, told Josephine to keep her under control and enforce how to act properly.

Liz found herself feeling more tired, yet more and more driven to cook and discover more recipes. It excited her so much, though she didn’t understand why she had to hide her enthusiasm. It just wasn’t ladylike, she assumed. Neither was her blunt observations, her straightforward approach, her willingness to be open and honest. Ladies should be quiet, right?

As she grew, she discovered new things about herself that she kept hidden away, people seemed so uncomfortable around her. She did her best to keep up appearances, but she wasn’t sure how much longer she could go on. She hadn’t seen Skeffington since she was a child, and her father seemed to wrap himself up in spice trading to pick up any slack.

Once Liz was around twenty, she told Josephine that she wanted to escape, to be able to express her love for culinary freely. There wasn’t many options for her, especially as a woman of her status. However, Josephine had an idea. Her cousin, who ran a bakery in London, owed her a favor. With a few strings pulled on her end, and some hush money on Liz’s, she was able to flee from her life in France.

She wasn’t paid, she no longer had access to luxury, but she was happy. Liz worked alongside Louis, Josephine’s cousin, for a few years in bliss. She heard so many stories from customers, some harmless, some criminal. Yet there was a mysterious man who came by the bakery, asking for information on Skeffington, someone Liz hadn’t thought about in ages.

He was the strong silent type, though Liz wasn’t aware that he was actually a she; Mizu. She mentioned knowing a Skeffington in her past. Mizu, who tried to pry for more yet found that Liz had trouble recalling everything at once, was about to leave her be. Though something about the surprising amount of information she held, who Skeffington was, all his affiliates, where someone of those statuses would be..she was too much of an asset to lose. Who knows, maybe she’ll come in handy in the long run.

[xxlea-nardoxx]

When editing the Halloween episodes for the past few days, I realized just how much gut-wrenching angst happened to these kids and how fricking happy-go-lucky the ending is.

Looking at this frame without never watching these episodes, you'd never think how dark and angsty they were. The turtles must've been TERRIFIED.

Like, first the city gets run over by monsters and April and Casey get turned into vampires, then they nearly die to traps in a pyramid. As if that wasn't bad enough already, their strongest allie and literal protector of the group gets turned into a vampire as well and they have to helplessly watch.

Then more insane shit happens, they meet Frankenstein and have to fight off evil monsters and their own fucking brother. At this point they must feel so utterly terrified and helpless, but it's not over. They return to New York with a chained-up Raph, need to charge Renets staff and somehow save the city, but they don't really know how.

Well, shit hits the fan for the umpteenth time and Raph escapes, Donnie gets bitten and turned into a vampire in front of his remaining siblings, who are once again helplessy watching and then need to flee and run for their lives. I don't wanna know what the frick Leo and Mikey thought at that moment, because now they've lost two brothers.

And while everything ends well, it's crazy just how misleading this last frame is. That's just more trauma for each of them. Four got turned into vampires - which I cannot imagine does not leave scars - and the remaining ones are terrified and uncertain about ever getting their family back.

Just something to chew on, honestly. And the show just ends this four-parter like:"HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY-"

[holidayinhell]

Whumpay: Operating Table

Will post one excerpt per theme bc I simply do not have The Time!!

Characters: sadistic Whumper and coward Whumpee. TWs: nonsexual nudity, extreme fear, restraints, male whump, implied organ harvesting

Whumpee found himself at a loss as the metal door creaked open.

The cold tiled room held only one powerful light, its brilliance bounced across a gleaming metallic surface positioned in the center of the room. As a whole it was empty, containing only one chair, a cooler box, and two rolling cabinets on either side of the operating table.

“No... no way.” 

The captor's gloved, heavy hands rested on both of Whumpee’s shoulders. 

“Are you surprised?” Whumper said almost directly into Whumpee's ear. He cocked an eyebrow. “You know how this works.”

The words rang in Whumpee’s ears. Of course he knew. Whumpee was all too familiar with the chop shop he’d been detained in for the past few weeks. He had suffered countless sleepless nights filled with the shrieks and pleas of the misfortunate souls who’d been sacrificed to the Operating Room.

But Whumpee had lasted longer than any of the other captives ever had. They had an expiration date of maybe two weeks maximum, whereas he’d been held here for over four months. And while he didn’t understand the exact reason he was treated so well, he never questioned it, and was always pleasant to the man who had decided to keep him around so long. Whumpee got along well with Whumper.

“Are you- what is this?” Whumpee asked incredulously.

“Ah. You’re kidding around, huh?” He turned to face the larger man behind him. He feigned a weak smile.

“No.”

His smile dropped and his palms became sticky with sweat. He knew what happened in this room. Well, he didn’t know exactly, but he knew the people Whumper ushered in never came out. 

But then again, Whumper also had a playful side—playful in a kind of horrible, sadistic way— this could be his version of a joke. Yes, surely this was just a cruel joke.

“…what is this?

“This is exactly what it looks like.”

“You’re messing with me.”

“You still think so?” Whumper half smiled.

“Ha-ha.” Whumpee said weakly.  His heart was pounding in his ears. “For a second there you had me.”

“Haven’t had you yet. Soon, though.”

The captive froze. He could feel the hungry gaze of Whumper's eyes locked on him, studying his every tremor of fear with cold fascination. Whumpee's head fell, confidence shattered.

“Not this.”  He half-whispered to the tiles on the ground. “Not like this. Please.”

He stole a glance back at Whumper to see if making a run for it was a viable option. It wasn’t. 

Sensing the his urge to flee, Whumper side-stepped to block the entryway.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned.

Whumpee’s knees gave out and he crumbled forward. There was no escaping this.

“I can’t, I can’t. I can’t do it.. Please. Please!” he wailed. “I’ll do anything! Anything anything…” Saliva strings fell from his gaping, moaning mouth, tears and mucus ran down his face.

“Well apparently not.”

“But-but, I’ve been good, I-I thought I was doing good, I don’t, I don’t— I don’t wanna die!”

“You have been good.” Whumper reassured him with a sigh. He stooped down to wipe the muck from Whumpee’s face off with the scratchy arm of his sleeve. “So keep it up, mkay?”

Sobs wrenched in Whumpee's throat, urging him to scream, but he swallowed hard, doing his best to suppress the sound, fearing it might enrage Whumper before he had the chance to reason with him. He knew crying wouldn’t help, and begging would only take him as far as Whumper allowed before caving his head in.

Whumpee couldn’t hold it back any longer. “You’re gonna, you’re gonna kill me aren’t you...” He let out a terrified shriek. “You’re going to kill me!”

“Oh, hell. Shut up. It’s not personal. Just part of the job, gotta keep bread on the table and all.”

“I can get you money!” The captive scrambled nervously, “I, I have a friend--a really rich, wealthy friend in the city— he’ll pay you however much you need. I know he will, I just need to get--”

“That’s good to know.” The larger man interrupted. Whumper roughly nudged the terrified man through the doorway, shoving him to the cold tile floor. “Come on, Whumpee.”

“Wait! Wait wait wait, wait a minute just wait--” He hyperventilated as he was urged forward. His heart was beating so fast he thought it might explode. He fell to his knees.

Whumper sighed, hooking the frantic man under the shoulder and launching him deeper into the room. He pulled the large iron door closed, secured the heavy latch, and pulled his black latex gloves up.

“D-do-don’t do this to m-m-me.”

Whumper sighed again. Begging grated his nerves more than anything. He’d listened to each of them recite the identical lines countless times, offering up drugs, money, sex— anything in exchange for their freedom. For some reason he’d hoped it would be different with Whumpee. He was such an obedient captive, and Whumper treated him like goddamned royalty. He thought he would approach the table and offer himself up willingly.

But no, Whumpee was performing an identical version of the same pleas for mercy as the rest of them. It was boring, and frankly, a little depressing.

“Stop it.” Whumper warned. “Get up.” 

The shivering man stood.

 “Take off your clothes.”

“Wh-wha? Why??”

“Aghhhh! Just take off your fuckin’ clothes!” Whumper sighed.

The boy shifted awkwardly on his feet, holding out hope that this sick routine was only a prelude to one of Whumper’s sick jokes. Surely this was the punchline. He’d already accomplished his goal of scaring the shit out of Whumpee. Surely it was over. Surely he’d end things here.

“Now.”

Whumpee’s fingers fumbled to find the hem of his filthy, formerly blue t-shirt, his arms weakly lifted the thin fabric over his head to reveal his ashen torso. It was the only barrier he had between his body and Whumper’s scalpel. The shirt fell to the floor.

Whumper took in the sight of Whumpee’s nearly perfect complexion. His skin was creamy white from the lack of sun exposure, pale folks were rare to stumble across in the desert wasteland. He was a slim man, athletic and lean, he bore no telltale signs of abuse. Whumper provided him with two mostly edible meals a day, clean clothes and the occasional hot shower.

“Go on. Take off all of it.”

The small man's cheeks burned with shame. Whumper’s hungry eyes shone with intrigue.

Whumpee laced his fingers around the elastic band of his pants clinging to his narrow hips. In one quick motion he dropped his pants and boxers down his legs, his hands swiftly rushed to cup his exposed genitals.

“How modest.” Whumper chuckled. Let him hide, Whumper thought. He’d have nothing to hide behind once he splayed his lean body across the table.

“Aight, now come here and open up.” Whumper produced a ball gag from his pocket.

Whumpee’s body quaked from a pang of terror so violent it threw his body off balance. A warm sensation trickled down the inside of his thigh.

Whumpee looked down at the pool of warmth he was standing in, and--fuck, oh fuck-- he’d pissed himself.

“For fuck’s sake, Whumpee. The hell is wrong with you today?!”

Wide-eyed and cowering, Whumpee collapsed to the floor and scrambled backwards. “I’msorryimsorryimso so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry--!” He stammered frantically. “I didn’t mean--”

Whumper threw Whumpee’s discarded pants over the puddle of urine. Surprisingly, he tossed Whumpee’s shirt back to him. 

“Hush. Clean yourself off.”

He cleared his throat and a few heavy tear drops plopped on the fabric in his lap. “I am sorry. I-I didn’t mean to do that.” He almost managed to say it without his voice quavering. He wiped the inside of his legs down using the filthy shirt and threw it aside. A powerful wave of numbness began supplanting his overwhelming terror.

“It’s okay, I’ve seen a lot worse.” A crooked smile returned to Whumper’s face. “Get over here. Right fuckin’ now.”

Whumpee swallowed his pride. His fear. His will to live. And he faced his fate head on.

“Good. Climb on the table.” 

Whumpee got on the table.

Whumper secured his prey by locking his wrists and ankles to the operating table with a short length of chain. This was it. There was no going back now. Whumper looked down at Whumpee with ravenous eyes. He had him where he wanted him, after all of these months, finally.

He pulled on his surgical mask, rolled up his sleeves, and adjusted the light above his victim. A gloved index finger traced down the length of Whumpee’s bare body, imitating the blade's path. He truly had magnificent skin.

Before Whumper managed to make his first cut, his cellphone rang.

“You couldn’t have called at a worse time, you sonuvabitch. Call later. He’s on the table right now.” Whumper barked into the phone.

-Pause. Whumpee faintly heard the person on the line chuckle.-

“No shit? Who?”

-A longer pause.-

“I dunno. It sounds like one hell of a deal. Don't worry, this one's not goin' anywhere. Run it past the boss and get back to me. ”

-Pause-

"Heh, I should really kick your ass for this one," Whumper said wryly. "I've been nursing the best pair of virgin kidneys and liver you've ever fuckin' seen."

-Pause-

"Mhm. Roger that. Bye." Whumper tucked his phone in his pocket and pulled his surgical mask down.

“Whumpee. Your wealthy friend in the city--” 

Whumper rested the scalpel on Whumpee’s stomach.

“--is his name Caretaker?”

((more Whump oneshots))

[electric-ocean-explorer]

Franky X Reader

"Almost a kiss "

Warnings: SFW content, Lots of Fluff

Word count: ~1.700 words

Synopsis: they have feelings for each other, but are too clumsy to realize.

It was a day like any other in the Thousand Sunny’s workshop. Franky and ___ were hard at work on a new upgrade for Usopp’s slingshot. Or at least they had been, until ___ leaned over the worktable to grab a pencil and accidentally brought her face dangerously close to Franky’s—so close it almost gave him a nosebleed.

He wasn’t used to this. He was great at building things, blowing them up, and shouting “SUPER!” during chaotic battles. But figuring out how he felt about ___? That was a whole other story.

It was complicated.

Especially because she treated him like a true friend. She always came to him with crazy ideas, helped with ship projects, laughed at his dumbest jokes—and Franky didn’t want to ruin that. But on the other hand, every time she laughed at his ridiculous jokes, he wanted more. He wanted to be the reason behind all her smiles, if that made any sense at all.

But saying that without sounding like a complete idiot was hard. “Hey, ___-tan, wanna test a new booster and, I dunno, maybe hold my hand?” Yeah, definitely not like that. Despite calling himself a pervert, Franky had never really experienced anything romantic in his life.

“Franky, are you okay?” she asked, her concerned voice snapping him out of his thoughts.

“SUPER! Everything’s great!” he replied quickly, trying to cover his inner conflict. “I was just thinking maybe we should add a rubber piece here to boost propulsion.” He pointed at a part of the schematic that made absolutely no sense from an engineering standpoint.

“You can’t put rubber there, Franky...” she said with a soft laugh.

“Oh, I guess you're right!” he said, a bit embarrassed, scratching the back of his head. “You know what? I think I need a Cola to get my brain working again.” And he darted out of the room, leaning against the door outside like he had just dodged a disaster.

“He must be tired,” she thought. Made sense—they’d been stuck on that project for a while. “Maybe I should take a break too.”

On the Sunny’s deck, Nami and Robin were sitting under one of the orange trees, sharing tea and... certain observations.

“Look at him, rushing out of the workshop again,” Robin noted, drawing Nami’s attention to the scene unfolding.

“He acts like he’s fleeing a monster, not a girl,” Nami said, amused.

“Should we help?” Robin asked, resting her chin on her hand with a mysterious smile.

“Hmm… maybe, but for now I think it’s more fun to watch.”

“I agree.”

...

As ___ walked toward the kitchen for a snack, she noticed one of the fans was stuttering.

“That’ll be a problem if it breaks,” she muttered, climbing up on a stool to inspect it.

“Need some help, mademoiselle?” Sanji’s smooth voice caught her by surprise, leaving her flustered.

“A-ah! Sanji! I was just, um, fixing the… rotating side-thrust motor thing!” she tried to explain, completely forgetting the name of the fan mechanism.

With a theatrical gesture, Sanji pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped a smudge from her cheek.

“A lovely lady like you should take better care of her appearance,” he said with a smile.

___ froze like a jammed gear, letting out a choked squeak and glancing around for an escape.

“I need to… fix… that thing! I forgot about it!” she blurted before running off, nearly tripping as she disappeared down the hallway.

Sanji watched with a satisfied smile, lighting a cigarette. Behind him, in the kitchen doorway, Franky stood with arms crossed.

“She’s adorable when she’s nervous, isn’t she?” Sanji said with a smirk.

Franky sighed and chuckled quietly. He was so screwed.

...

The sun was starting to set as the two finished the project. Franky secured one last piece of the mechanism while ___ held it steady.

“___-tan, can you hand me the—”

“Here!” she passed the tool before he even finished.

Franky took it, tightened the final screw, and shouted a triumphant “SUPERRR!” Wiping sweat from his forehead, he turned to her.

“All done! This thing’s more stable than a mechanical bull on training wheels!”

She laughed at the absurd comparison.

“I’m glad it worked out,” she said, plopping down on the floor with relief.

“Everything works out with you around,” he blurted without thinking, blushing when he realized what he’d said.

She beamed.

“That’s not true. Remember when I knocked over the nut and bolt crates and mixed them all up?”

“Of course. Took us three days to sort them again.” He laughed, lying down beside her.

“And that time you fell into the sea and I freaked out?”

“I thought you’d short-circuit or something.”

“Don’t worry. This amazing machine is waterproof!”

They sat in silence for a moment. Franky noticed ___ had dozed off. She had this superpower of falling asleep anywhere, and it always surprised him. He gently covered her with a blanket and started tidying up the workshop.

“Goodnight, ___-tan,” he murmured, placing a small kiss on her forehead before returning to his work with a huge grin.

...

It was a rainy day on the Sunny. On days like this, Franky usually stayed in the workshop, sometimes skipping meals. ___ knew this and decided to make something special to cheer him up: the Supreme Burger—his favorite.

As expected, Sanji was in the kitchen, slicing fruit—probably for the girls. He immediately noticed her arrival.

“How can I assist you, mi amour?” she blushed.

“Hey, Sanji... I wanted to make some burgers. The ones Franky taught me. But last time they came out kinda weird...” she said, scratching her head in frustration.

Sanji knew how close she was to that perverted cyborg and how much he meant to her. That only made Sanji think she was even more charming. Franky was a lucky guy to have someone who cared so much.

“Don’t worry, my princess. I’ll share all my culinary secrets with you.” And without further delay, they rolled up their sleeves and got to work.

As the burgers started cooking and the delicious smell filled the Sunny, Franky couldn’t help but notice. Seeing them in the kitchen, close together, making those burgers—the special recipe he had taught her—tightened something in his chest. That recipe had been something special between them. And there she was, making it with someone else. It hurt more than he expected.

Franky returned to the workshop and buried himself in a random project, making no progress at all. He tried to distract himself, do anything but think about the ache in his chest. The betrayal. The heartbreak from someone he trusted so deeply.

What he didn’t expect was for her to knock on his door with a tray full of burgers, fries, and Cola. And the worst part: a radiant smile on her face.

“Franky, I brought you a snack!” she said as soon as he let her in. “You seemed really busy today, so I wanted to pamper you a bit.”

“___-tan...” He didn’t know whether to feel happy, sad, angry, or run away entirely. In the end, jealousy won. “Finished having fun with the cook?”

She paused, placing the tray on the table. A mischievous smile slowly curled on her lips.

“Are you jealous?”

Franky dropped what he was holding, stunned.

“WHAT?!”

“You’re jealous,” she laughed. “You always act like this when I do something with Sanji.”

“I-it’s not jealousy! It’s strategic crewmate safety measures! Band dynamics! Ship security proto—”

She placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.

“Franky,” he froze. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Franky looked away, blushing.

“Maybe I just don’t like the idea of someone else taking my place.”

“Hey, that’s not gonna happen. I swear. You’re like... the only guy who doesn’t judge my colossal disasters.”

“It’s just... the Supreme Burger was our thing. Seeing you make it with someone else... that was kinda...” The sadness and embarrassment in his voice was unmistakable.

She stepped closer.

“I didn’t know it would hurt you that much,” she said, resting her head on his chest, hiding her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Franky was flustered, holding her gently by the arms.

“No, no. You don’t have to apologize! You were trying to do something super sweet.”

She lifted her head to look at him. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her cheeks tinged pink. Damn, this girl... she was going to destroy his heart. Without thinking, he reached up and gently touched her face. Just a few inches and—

“HEY, FRANKY—”

Usopp burst in through the door, catching the scene.

“Heh,” he smirked, covering his mouth. “I’ll come back later.” And he closed the door again.

“WAIT, USOPP!!! IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!!!”

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Notes - After what happened with Cole and Greta, Brahms was all alone. You were at a bar with your friends while playing truth or dare. You get dared to go to the Heelshire home, alone. You stay there for a while, meeting Malcolm after a day there. You meet a porcelain doll when Malcolm leaves, sitting next to it is a clipboard with a paper on it. Little did you know, that would get you a little date later on...

“No one will escape me like she did.” Brahms had thought to himself as he stitched up the porcelain doll from the awful beating it had been through after Cole smashing it. “ No one will ever slip from my grasp like that again.” Brahms said to himself again, pushing and pulling the string on the doll with much more rigor than before. 

Due to the events of Greta escaping and his parents drowning themselves on their holiday, Brahms was all alone now. He didn’t know what to feel towards Greta. He became very attached to her, she was the first one to actually care for him. He shook it off and finished the porcelain doll. 

At night, he couldn’t sleep. He kept rethinking the previous night, how he could’ve stopped Greta. He regretted everything else besides killing Cole and drugging Malcolm. Oh, did I forget to mention that? Yeah, previously as Greta was escaping… actually you know what let's just go back to that night.

“Get back here.” Brahms growled, slowly moving towards Greta. “Don’t leave me.” He started crawling closer to her as she finally got the hatch open. As she started to flee, behind her she heard pounding. He was getting closer.. “You get back here!” Brahms had screamed at her as she fled out into the woods. As she was running she heard his voice behind her again, “If you leave I’ll kill him! I’ll kill him just like the others!” As she fled, Brahms crawled back into the room where Malcolm was. He pulled out something from his jean pocket, two pills. Malcolm was in and out of consciousness, he could see Brahms holding something in his hand. The next moment Brahms’ hand was close to his mouth, shoving the pills in his mouth and forcing him to swallow them. These pills were no ordinary pills, it had the possibility of making someone forget about the event that happened prior to taking it. Even though Brahms had been stuck in the walls since he was a kid, he learned what an average person learned on the daily. He knew about a lot of things, he was far from stupid.

Malcolm showed up many times still, bringing groceries to the house even though he could never find Greta. He thought that was odd, but shrugged it off and left the groceries on the front step. Every time he brought them, the previous order always disappeared so he thought that Greta was avoiding him for some reason. 

It was a friday night, you and some friends had gone out onto the town. You weren’t drunk, though some of the others were a bit. You ended up in a bar, and somehow got roped into truth or dare. You and your friends had rules, you always had to tell the truth and you always had to do the dares. It was your friend, Tracy’s turn. She looked around at her options at the table and landed on you. At first she whispered to a couple friends around her, then turned back to you while smiling, wickedly. “Truth or dare?” she asked, crossing her arms in front of you. You obviously knew that she had something in store for you either way, but you didn’t wanna seem like a pussy so you went for it. “Dare.” you stared back at her, mocking her as you crossed your arms just like she did. She whispered to the friends around her again, then turned back to you again, “You have to move out of the apartment.” She smiled at you. ‘ God dammit.’ you had thought to yourself. You knew you hated her, you knew that she was obviously a fake friend but you still stuck with her. “What kind of dare is that Tracy?” You stood up and slammed your hands on the table. “Well, I mean you haven’t really been hitting the payment mark lately sooo…” Her boyfriend, Tony had added in. You turned to Tony, “Shut up, I’m not talking to you Tony.” You turned back to Tracy, “Where am I supposed to live?” You sat back down, crossing your arms. “Well, you could always go back to America!” She laughed, and soon everyone else was laughing. You couldn’t go back to America, You couldn’t go back. You had gotten a once in a lifetime opportunity here! “I mean.. You could always try to live in that abandoned mansion up the road..It’s free.” Tony said, interrupting your thoughts. You always had a bad feeling about that house, you had heard rumors about it being haunted, or how some nanny had escaped from an insane man who lived in the walls or something. You never really believed the rumor, you were desperate so you agreed. “Whatever.. But I need a ride there.”

You had arrived at the mansion with Tony, Tracy, and 4 other friends. You got out of the car, looking up to the top of the mansion, then back down. You turned around, thinking about your stuff back at the apartment. “Wait I need my-” you got cut off by the sound of the car speeding off and laughter. You rolled your eyes, ‘Fuck.. what am I gonna do now?? I’m gonna starve!’ you thought to yourself. You were only staying in Britain for the time being, you were here for a job position that you couldn’t have gotten back in the states.. You snapped yourself out of your own thoughts and headed for the door. You twisted the knob, and with no luck, it was locked. Of course it was locked, how stupid were you? You looked around the mansion, seeing that one of the windows was slightly open. You went over and climbed in.

Brahms had heard a big thud downstairs. After what happened a week prior and his big rule, ‘no guests allowed’ he was very curious, yet furious that someone dare come into his home uninvited. He quickly, yet quietly headed from his room to downstairs where you were. “Ugh, fuck that hurt.” You said, standing up from your fall and brushing yourself off. Brahms saw you and basically fell in love. He looked you up and down, you were wearing a white, cropped long sleeve shirt with a leather jacket on top of it, with tight, low rise flared jeans on. He loved the way that your jeans and shirt had hugged your figure perfectly.

You looked around, walking forward deeper into the house. “Fuck, this place is so eerie, yet… yet very pretty.” You walked around, exploring the whole place. You stumbled upon the kitchen, you looked around. ‘...is… is this fresh food…?’ You thought to yourself, rummaging around. You explored the house more, going upstairs and finding three different bedrooms. One seemed to be an older couples, as the sheets and clothes seemed like what an older couple would have. The second one just looked to be a guest bedroom, but the third one… ugh the third one gave you the creeps. It seemed to be a young child’s bedroom, you thought you saw a doll, but you shrugged it off. Once you were satisfied with your exploring, you felt yourself getting more drowsy. You headed to the guest bedroom and fell asleep.

You woke up to the beautiful sunshine shining down on you. Little did you know, someone else was watching you wake up. You stretched and flipped the sheets off your body. You rolled your eyes, forgetting where you were for a minute. You passed the child's room, seeing the door was cracked. You got freaked out, big time. You could’ve sworn you had closed it, but shrugged it off as it had been a long night. You walked downstairs and looked at the food in the kitchen, finding that all of this is fairly new. ‘Does someone actually live here? Oh fuck, what if they find out I’m here.. What do I do-’ Before you could go one with your rapid thoughts, you heard a knock at the door. You wanted to pass out at that moment. You made your way to the window, peeking out from the shades and seeing a fairly handsome man at the door holding… groceries? As he seemed to be walking away, you quickly walked to the door and opened it. He thought he heard something, glancing back to see you, then turning all the way back around. You got quickly frightened by this and started backing away and closing the door. “O-Wait!” The man had said to you, walking towards you. “Who- I mean, ahem.. Hi, names Malcolm, uh nice to meet you.” He had said, sticking his hand out for you to shake it. “H-Hi?” You said, slowly shaking his hand. “I don’t want this to come off in a weird way but uh, w-who are you?” He lowered his hand down, awkwardly smiling. “Oh- um.. I’m…y/n.. Does uh- do you live here or something, I’m sorry I-” You started to ramble, “No! I don’t live here, but what are you doing here?” He had asked you. You opened the door more, gesturing to him to come inside. He had grabbed the groceries and walked in. You tell Malcolm how you got into this situation. "Oh, I'm sorry those people sound like dicks. Well, I'm here because there was a family here named the Heelshires-" He had gone on about Brahms, the Heelshires, and Greta. You had been a little shocked, going back to that rumor about the nanny running away from an insane man but you didn’t know what to believe. 

You and Malcolm had a lovely conversation for a while, but Brahms had been watching, and getting jealous. He saw the way you laughed and blushed around Malcolm, you had only met him for this long. How could you have fallen in love already? Two times with two different people in his home. He got angry at himself for not killing him on the spot when Greta escaped. He went back to his room and tried to calm himself down.

“Do you have to go?” You whined out, blushing as you watched Malcolm leave. “Sorry dear, I have to get back to the shop” He stopped and stretched, “Gotta get more orders in.” He smiled and winked at you. You saw him get back into his car, you waved to him as you closed the door. You felt a crush coming on, you cursed yourself, you’ve only known him for a few hours! You couldn't have. You shook it off, heading back upstairs. You stopped in your tracks before you could get to your room. The third room's door was wide open now. You knew for sure you didn’t touch it earlier, and Malcolm was downstairs the whole time. You felt your skin crawl, but you being the curious cat you are, you slowly walked towards the door. You peeked in and saw a porcelain doll sitting there and facing the door with something next to it. You wanted to run as far and fast as you could at that moment, but ended up walking into the room. The doll was quite beautiful, you ran your finger along the cheek. You looked next to it, it was a list. Of what? Rules.

Brahms had specific rules that he needed. You felt some sort of obligation to do these rules, or something would happen. You checked the time on your watch, 5:30 pm. You grabbed the doll and headed down to the kitchen, putting it on the counter and making food for the both of you. The whole situation felt off to you. You sat and ate the sandwich you made. Now it was time for bedtime. You grabbed the doll and headed upstairs, you dressed it in its pj’s and tucked it in. You forgot about one specific rule, “10. Kiss Goodnight.” and boy did Brahms make you remember it. 

Brahms was waiting and watching for the pretty girl to come back and kiss the doll. That was always his favorite time during bedtime, so when you didn’t he felt very hurt but furious that you didn’t follow the rules. He watched as you went to bed, he slammed his hands on the walls and stomped around. He removed the barrier from his closet so that he could get the doll. He grabbed it and placed it right next to your door. He knocked as loud as he could, “Y/N…” he said in his childlike voice.

You woke up in a cold sweat, hearing a child's voice from beyond the door. ‘What the fuck, what the fuck!’ you thought to yourself, clutching your chest. “Y/N, please come out.” You heard, you shook your head and pulled the blanket up to your chest. You whispered to yourself, “Just a dream, just a dream…” You closed your eyes and calmed down. 

Brahms became more irritated that you didn’t come out. He stomped his foot, grabbed the doll and angrily put it in the bed again. He went to his room again, not closing the barrier all the way. 

You got up, and used the phone in the room. You called Malcolm, “pick up, pick up, pick up..” You heard a click on the other side, “Hello?” Malcolm said. “Oh my god, thank fuck.. Is there any chance that Brahms could be alive?” You asked, still staring at the door. “What? Have you-” You interrupted him, “I know, I know it’s stupid but really, but what about Greta? Why does the doll move and talk?” You told him, obviously very paranoid. “Well.. come to think of it there has been many speculations of him still being alive. I happen to think that as well. When Greta escaped, something or perhaps.. Someone was taking the groceries in.” He said, you started to freak out. “Thanks Malcolm, gotta go bye!” You hung up, walking towards your door. You opened it and peeked down, nothing was there. You walked to the dolls room, you felt some sort of way about this situation but you couldn’t quite place it. You being a sick fuck, kinda found this whole thing hot. You wanted to test the limits, if there really was a person living here there was only one way to find out.

You tucked in Brahms again and gave him a kiss. You closed the door and prepared yourself for this. You thought about Greta, her escaping and how he went insane over this. You pretended to grab your things and opened the door. To your luck, you were met with large footsteps behind you.

You saw a long arm reach around you, keeping the door shut. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. This is who everyone is scared of, you are facing him right now. You turn around and are met with a porcelain mask, matching the doll's face. You looked at him, noticing every single feature about him. How his dark, curly brown hair had draped over the mask, how the tanktop he was wearing showed his chest, and how his body was very tense. For living in the walls for this long, he seemed like he showered and he had maintained his hair. “Don’t leave me y/n.. Please, I'll be a good boy.” You heard him whine, he didn’t have a childlike voice anymore. It was deep, piercing your core. You had built the courage to say, “Show me.” He was fairly surprised at your gestures, but he gladly did. He picked you up and slung you over his shoulder. He walked up the stairs to the guest room and threw you on the bed. He was so excited, ever since the very moment you stumbled in his home, he knew he didn’t just want you, he needed you. 

You took your jacket off and threw it to the ground. Brahms took off his cardigan and shirt then grabbed your face, leaning in for a kiss as he towered over you. You put a finger up to the lips on the mask. He opened his eyes, whining at you. “Brahms, I can’t kiss you with a mask on..” You said, looking at the lips then back into his eyes. He nodded, lifting the mask ever so slightly so that his lips were out. You could see the scars from his jawline, up but shook it off and grabbed his face and kissed him harshly. You could tell he has been waiting for this. The kiss quickly became heated, his hands wrapped around the back of your head as he pushed you deeper into the kiss. You could feel the raging erection from his jeans, threatening to bust open. He was the one to pull away, both of you gasping for air. He pulled down the mask again, covering his lips. You could tell that he was going feral, and you were too. 

“Touch me Brahms, please .” You whimpered into his ear, leaning back onto the bed and spreading your legs for him. He smiled and ripped off your jeans and your panties at the same time. You felt your hips buck, feeling the cold air blow on your naked cunt. Brahms noticed this, and took notes. He crouched down and blew onto your pussy, seeing you buck up and moan louder for him. He reached a hand to you, rubbing your clit in circles. “Mm! Please Brahms..” You cried out, gripping onto the sheets. "Cover your face for me, baby." He demanded softly, and you did. Covering your eyes with your forearm, he took off his mask fully, pressing his tongue flatly to your clit. He slowly started moving his tongue up and down, then quickly shoving a slender finger in your pussy. You screamed out, feeling yourself get light headed. He hooked his arms under your legs to hold you in place. He flicked his tongue up and down faster now, moving his side to side as fast as he could. You said his name over and over again like you were brainwashed. He shoved two fingers into your warmth, pumping them up and down as he ate you out like a starving man. You moved your hips along with him, feeling yourself getting closer and closer. “Brahms, s-such a g-good boy..” You choked out, reaching down to his head and pushing him deeper into your pussy. You feel your legs start to shake violently. “Mghm B-Brahms! I- I’m cumming!” He pulled off, fixing his mask. He scooped up your cum with two fingers and sat you up. “Open.” He put his fingers to your lips. You opened your mouth, looking up at him and sucking your mess off his fingers.

You took off your shirt and bra, and he took off his jeans and boxers, Both of you completely naked now. You could see his raging hard on much better now. You stood up and pointed for him to lay on the bed. He listened, laying down vertically. You climbed on top of him, face stopping at his cock. You smiled, then licked from base, to tip. His moans were intoxicating, you could tell he was very touch deprived. He melted into your touch as you stroked his cock. “Such a good boy, Brahmsy.” You said, feeling his hips buck into your hand. This man could kill someone, and yet he fell into your hands like putty. You smiled, putting his tip in your mouth. You swirled and sucked on it, looking up at him. You could see his neck getting bright red, if only you could see what he looked like under the damn mask.. He reached a hand to your hair, guiding along with your now bobbing head. After a while you pulled off and climbed on top of him. You smiled and lined up his cock with your cunt. He looked up at you with lust covered eyes, begging for it. You finally sank down and bottomed out, moaning into his ear. He propped himself up as he was still in you. You finally started moving, getting faster. He put his hands on your hips, guiding you. 

“Y/N… you feel so, so good..” He moaned, looking from your face, to his and your skin slapping against each other. Riding him up and down, you loved the way he looked up at you. When you finally got weak, he wrapped his arms around your waist and started to pound into you. “Please Brahms!” You moaned into his ear, digging your fingernails into his back. He loved the way you made your marks on him. He latched onto your neck and started sucking, going farther down to your nips. You never really got used to his size, and he knew that. That made him go crazy. He loved the way your tight cunt stretched over his big cock. He pulled out, knowing you both were close. 

He took the upper hand, moving you under him, and lifting your legs up. He smiled, he loved seeing your face contort as he pleasured you. He slammed his hips into you, not letting you get used to his size again. “Am I being a good boy for you, y/n?” He whined. Before you could answer, he pounded into you much faster. “Y-yes baby… you're such a good boy for me!” You moaned out, grasping onto his shoulders as you looked up to him, teary eyed but smiling. He made you hold your legs open still, as he reached a hand down to your clit and the other hand playing with your nipples. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge. Your legs started to shake, warning you. You could tell he was close too. He put his forehead on yours, then you looked down with furrowed brows and mouth agape, then back up. “Please, please, please! Mmm!” You moaned out, pulling his hair. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, please Brahms, please!” You looked up at him. He quickened his hip pace, as well as he rubbed your clit quicker. “Mmm! I’m cumming!” You screamed out, as your back arched and your eyes rolled back into your head. Your whole body started to come down with a shaking orgasm. As Brahms fucked you through your orgasm, the sight of your body shaking made him get even closer. Brahms whined as he felt your tight pussy tighten around him even more, milking him for what he was worth. He came all over in your pussy, feeling his own legs shake against him. You both fell limp in the bed, smiling at eachother.

Brahms finally pulled out, you whimpered at the feeling of not being full anymore. You smiled at him as he laid next to you. You kissed him on the forehead, “So.. you’ll stay?” He asked, looking down. “I wasn’t gonna leave in the first place. But you have to promise to not hide anymore. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry baby.” You smile, cupping the mask in your hand. Brahms smiled, he finally had someone.

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Takemi x Luffy : Meeting headcanons🔥👒

(Haven't introduced Takemi yet but I still wanna share some lore and how about we start with some headcanons about their meeting ? It could be a good first introduction of Takemi until I make her OC card and hopefully make you wanna read more about her and her relationship with Luffy! A lot of teasing and I'm focusing on Takemi and Luffy's relationship so it's normal of stuff are missing. Thank you for the request it means so much ! I hope you will like it !!! Feedback like comments and support would be appreciated ! And please feel free to send more questions or anything!!!)

👒 Luffy and Takemi met in Shells Town when Luffy accosted there with Kobby

🔥 Takemi was still a marine, stuck on this island that was under Axe Hand Morgan's command

👒 They run into each other when Luffy is infiltrating the marine base to get Zoro's swords back

🔥 Both of them are immediately hit with a weird and unsettling sense of familiarity when they see each other for the first time in the halls of the Marine base

👒 Takemi could swear that she knew Luffy from before and Luffy also feels like he somehow knows Takemi

🔥 Quickly, Takemi reveals herself to be a fake Marine that has joined them to spy on them and expose their plans, which gains Luffy's admiration

👒 After talking and gushing about their own dreams in the middle of the marine base (and Luffy still holding onto Helmeppo that he has captured), too excited to stop, they can't help but realize how much their values and goals align

🔥 Luffy immediately offers her to join his crew as his first mate and the chronicler of the ship, therefore she could assist him and write about their adventures, giving her the chance to have an impact on the world and travel

👒 Takemi immediately loves Luffy's carefree and straightforward nature, and agrees sensing that meeting Luffy was the thing she needed to pursue he dream and also maybe that it was destined to be

🔥 After helping Luffy giving Zoro's katanas back to him, she decides to help him flee the marine base and defeat Morgan, excited to start this new adventure with Luffy, despite the unsettling emotions going through her

👒 Luffy feels it too, but he is too oblivious and very laid back about it, focusing on defeating Morgan and escaping the base

🔥 It's not long until the two of them get busy fighting, their energy fitting so well together, both energetic and goofing around with each other but also quite strong. Takemi reveals herself to be a great fighter even if she has trouble controlling her devil fruit, especially due to her impulsivity and anger issues

👒 Despite the weird and overwhelming emotions going through them, they both can't help but realize how their optimistic, carefree and strong personality mirror each other perfectly and it's like seeing their own twin

🔥 Takemi can't help but see herself as a child in Luffy, before the world traumatized her, and for her, he's exactly the version of her she wants to be

👒 Luffy on the other, is totally oblivious to this stuff and is just overwhelmed with joy and to have someone who's on the same wavelength as him and admires Takemi very much

🔥 After their crushing victory, Luffy drags Takemi to embark on a small boat (along with Zoro), being already touchy and feeling the unexplainable need to be close to this amazing person he just met

👒 Takemi heart is racing at the prospect of this new adventure, knowing that this connection she already feels for Luffy is deeper than anything she felt before

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