#anyways sorry i just had to make this post because it’s been driving me crazy

[roseworth]

so california tiktok has created an echochamber with a bunch of californians saying “i just realized i have a california accent because i don’t say the T in words like mountain” and it’s been pissing me off because no one says the T in mountain but people in california like to pretend they’re special

[eugeniedanglars]

lord help me i'm about to become the patient every doctor hates and argue with my psychiatrist based on google

[junkissed]

pro bono

member — lawyer!wonwoo x lawyer!reader genre — smut, fwb to ?? word count — 1.1k synopsis — you and your coworker jeon wonwoo have been working on this case for months. now that it's finally over, he shows you that "for the public good" doesn't mean that he can't be good for you, too. aka: lawyer wonwoo fucking coworker reader after winning a case smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, prone bone (the title is a pun hehe), creampie (shocker i know!), spanking, hair pulling, dacryphilia, mirror sex, coworkers fwb!wonu, gratuitous descriptions of how wide wonu's shoulders are just because i can notes — requested by @junhuisms sorry this took so long bff </3 — lots of love to @onlymingyus for proofreading !! — probably some legal inaccuracies bc i know nothing about the law i'm just here to fuck the hot man so go easy on me pls. i really meant for this to be a longer fic but it's been in my docs for almost a year and i've been trying to not pressure myself to write a certain amount so i hope this is still able to live up to your expectations :) i know i've been pretty mia recently but i'm trying to get back into the swing of things so feedback is super super appreciated! hope you enjoy! note #2 — tumbly still hates me and is super finnicky about putting my posts in the tags so i haven't been able to use my regular divider image bc it bugs out :(( i've tried everything i'm sorry but pls lmk how you like this new one!

you’d been working on this case for months, and it had been one to make or break your career. weeks upon weeks of research, reviewing documents and studying laws to make sure your arguments were seamless.

the upside to all this work, however, was that you got to know your coworker wonwoo better, who you’d been assigned to work on the case with. and by “get to know him,” what you really meant was “get railed every night after work”.

and tonight, after the trial had wrapped up and the court’s final decision had ruled in your favor, you found yourself where you’d grown accustomed to spending all your nights: in his penthouse apartment, and more specifically, in his bed.

the floor-length mirror in his room was one of your favorite things, because no matter what position you were in or how you were angled, you could always see wonwoo. see his broad shoulders, see his muscles flexing, see his abs tensing right before he cums; and god, it drives you crazy.

but it drives him even more crazy as he fucks you into his mattress, watching in the mirror’s reflection how your eyes are squeezed shut and tears stream down your cheeks onto his pillowcase. 

it’s one of his favorite positions, as you’ve learned over the past few months, to have you lying flat on your stomach as he fucks you from behind. with your body at this angle, he can get so much deeper into you, you can practically feel it in your stomach, and with only just a handful of thrusts he can make you fall apart on his cock in a matter of seconds. 

tonight, however, it’s taken less than that to make you cum. the pride of winning the case has him on a high, and he barely even needed to get you stretched out first. but he did anyway, his face buried between your thighs for what felt like eternity until you were pushing his head away and begging him to stop teasing.

you yelp as he twists his hand in your hair, yanking your neck back so you can see your reflection in the mirror.

your eyelids droop heavily, jaw hanging open as wonwoo meets your eyes in the mirror. “you see how well i fuck you, baby?” he groans, squeezing your hip with his other hand. “taking it so fucking well… i’ve fucked you stupid, haven’t i?”

all you can manage is a moan as tears begin to form in your eyes from the pleasure. you whimper quietly, noises muffled by the pillow as you struggle to catch your breath in between thrusts. you can already feel the burn of another orgasm in the pit of your stomach, and wonwoo’s hands pushing down on your lower back are making it impossible to hold back.

“my good girl,” he coos and he lets go of his hand in your hair, barely giving you a chance to catch yourself as your head falls forward and back down onto the pillow. “don’t hold back those pretty sounds. let everybody hear how you like to celebrate your wins. you deserve it, baby.”

“just as much a win for you— as it is for me,” you manage to gasp out. you struggle to keep your eyes open but you force yourself to, determined to see the way his face contorts in the mirror. his eyebrows furrow as he adjusts the angle of his hips, staring down at your ass, back arching into him and forcing his cock deeper with every stroke.

he leans down over you, caging your body with his own, his mouth brushing against the back of your neck. “we both know you did most of the work. and this… this is your reward.”

“wonwoo—” you moan out brokenly as his hands knead your ass roughly, grabbing at your skin and spreading you apart so he can push into you with more force. you clench around him and he curses, his hips starting to stutter.

without warning he pulls out, rolling you over onto your back. you whine at the sudden loss and at the ache in your muscles, but wonwoo just leans forward over your body to kiss you and suddenly you forget everything you were thinking about. you’re so caught up in his mouth on yours and his hands sliding over your body that you barely even notice when he pushes his cock back into you, never breaking away from your lips as he starts out a steady rhythm, gradually building back up to his pace from earlier.

finally he pulls away, sitting up to put his hands on the back of your thighs and push your legs up to your chest. your breath catches in your throat with each thrust, your mind reeling as you concentrate on the feeling of him so deep inside you, pressing against that sweet spot over and over again.

his broad chest is the only thing that fills your vision as you cum, and your brain barely registers the words that leave his mouth in that deep, gravelly voice you’ve become accustomed to hearing nearly every night. 

“taking every inch so fucking well,” he grunts, forehead glistening with sweat. “god, you look so good taking my cock.” his movements become more and more desperate as he starts to chase his high, his fingers digging into your skin so roughly to the point that you know you’ll find bruises there in the morning. 

still breathing heavily, you whine out his name one last time, sending him over the edge right behind you in a matter of seconds. he lets out a guttural groan, continuing to snap his hips frantically as your walls squeeze around his throbbing cock.

wonwoo chuckles, handing you your purse and helping you shrug your coat on as you attempt to wipe the smudged mascara from your cheeks with your thumbs.

“same time, monday night?” you ask as he walks you down the hall to the elevator, holding the doors open with one hand.

he nods, not even making an attempt to hide the grin on his face. “you keep winning cases like you did today, and you might as well just move in. save you the trouble of calling a taxi every night.”

you laugh, knowing he’s not serious but your heart races at the thought anyway. “you keep fucking me like that, and i might take you up on that offer.”

he hums and raises his eyebrows, but you can tell he’s pleased. “i knew having that mirror installed was a good investment.”

you might not be getting paid for taking on pro bono cases, but just knowing that you’re helping people makes up for it. and of course, the compensation you get from your coworker is more than enough to keep you coming back for more. 

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[boiohboii]

Protective girl (Charles Leclerc x reader)

Inspires by @charles-eclair16 's fic

When fans go too far, yn wants to protect the one treasure in her life

or

in which we finally get to see the roles reversed

N.B: this is been in my drafts for so long, omg! Let me know what you guys think!! WARNING: not proof read, some swear words, might have messed up a date, don't focus on any dates mentioned, this is all fictional anyways. Hope you guys like it

masterlist

Liked by Arthur_leclerc, carlossainz55, pierregasly and 1,379,064 others

itsmeyn: charles always goes above and beyond for every single fan of his, he tries to take as many pictures and sign as many autographs as possible, but what happened last night was a fucking joke. He doesn't like what I'm writing cause he says that it was just a mistake and that it was fine, but it really isn't, it's so disrespectful and disgusting! He always wants to meet his fans and make them happy only to receive this insanity, him falling AND HURTING HIMSELF because some of you can't fucking wait and be organized like a human being! Charles isn't an animal in a zoo where you race to pet him! He is a human being, he is a son, a brother and a boyfriend! This wasn't just an accident, i have seen these 6 girls multiple times in multiple places! it's so obsessive and so so sick of you to follow him everywhere.... Charles won't speak up because he is Charles and he lives seeing the good in people, but I will tear everything and everyone for his safety, so for you 6 girls you will be hearing from court soon so better prepare a good lawyer you assholes!

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F1_updates_live: Charles Leclerc's girlfriend, YN LN, seen today arriving in front of the UK's courthouse in a red SF9 Ferarri. It had been quite a week for YN as she was seen hitting a fan after the said fan pushed Charles. YN took this fan and 5 others to court, no one knows on what bases but what has come out is that she has won the case which means that Charles and YN have restraining orders against the group.

username: OHH HEEEELLL YEAAAAAHH

username: yn doing God's work

username: yn serving justice

username: that's what we needed

username: hot girl shit

username: the car and suit combo is so fucking hot of her

username: I think this is too much, like these girls just wanted to see Charles

username: @.itsmeyn can we make them 7?

username: another one

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itsmeyn: don't blame me, love made me crazy

username: YN IS A FELLOW SWIFTIE?!?!?

username: if I had a nickel for everytime yn and I had something in common I'd have 2 nickels, which is not a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice

username: now I just want her to watch all the charles edits done with a taylor song

itsmeyn: who says i already don't 🌚

username: and I oop-

username: THIS IS THE SWEETEST AND CRINGIEST SHIT EVER!

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itsmeyn: congratulations to my baby, the love of my life, you deserve it and so much more ♥️♥️

username: FINALLY!!

username: idk how to react, ferarri has let us down too many times that all I know is lose

username: I don't see how he deserves it tbh, all of his results are shit for quite a while , he's only where he is cause he's driving a ferarri 🤷‍♂️

itsmeyn: oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were the one in a formula one car, in a ferarri, that by the words of many professionals is at its worse era. I don't care about you and your opinion but don't state it as a fact, no one can do better with these strategies. I hate to keep saying this but when your own fucking team doesn't have the same dream as you it turns to shit. Even if charles is the only one in the car, it's still a team sport, not a one man sport. Fuck you and your tiny ass brain that can never survive one lap in a formula one car, it'll probably explode cause of all the bullshit in it before the first lap anyway. So next time you wanna talk shit maybe try to do fifth of who you're criticising is doing, I bet that'll shut you up real quick you dimwit.

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F1_updates_live: YN LN, Charles' long time girlfriend, seen today fighting Xavi in Bahrain due to his mistake on the radio which resulted in Charles losing his podium position.

username: good for her

username: charles is so lucky

username: I love how she always stands up for him

username: honestly, whenever charles or carlos ignore the strategies they win... I really wanna see more of that.

username: this is just Monaco 2024 GP all over again, yn was so fucking furious (rightfully so) cause Xavi's mistake costed charles a p1 in his home race.

username: this shit was so heartbreaking man

username: I think this was the first time we ever saw yn angry at sabotaging charles, like the most we saw was her holding his hand when crossing the street, making sure he eats first, playing with his hair when nervous, but I've never seen yn make someone literally cry until 2024 with Xavi being her victim

username: pffft, victim, he 100% deserved it

username: oh yeah, definitely. All my homes hate Xavi, like can you not say the strategy properly 😒

[my3rzs]

hii i love your work so muchh! i want to request a jealous xavier thorpe x fem reader where xavier gets all protective and jealous when someone flirts with reader and he’s really possessive and ahh

summary: xavier hasn’t been talking to you since wednesday addams arrived at nevermore, so you give him a taste of his own medicine

requests: open

notice: wednesday is not inlove with anyone, tyler is not the monster, and all the characters are 18+

pairing: xavier thorpe x reader

a/n: im so sorry i havent been posting, i was more focused on school and i had to get my final grades for 2nd quarter. but anyways reblogs would help, this is not proofread btw uhm

it’s been 2 weeks since wednesday addams has arrived at nevermore and xavier hasn’t been talking to you since the mysterious wednesday addams has arrived, it really started to bother you.

it was a saturday, you and xavier always did something on a saturday, watch movies in his dorm, go to the carnival, go to an arcade and stuff, so you decided to text him if he wants to hang out.

y/n: hey, do you wanna hang out today? we haven’t hung out in the past 2 saturdays.

xavs: sorry no, i have plans with wednesday already. maybe next time?

you felt like your heart shattered as you read his message, so you left him on read.

you decided to go to the weathervane to clear your head.

-

you walked in and saw tyler,

“tyler! hi!”

“hey y/n, what would you like?”

“oh, i’ll just have a matcha”

“okay! coming right up”

he brought you your matcha to your table as you both saw xavier and wednesday walk in.

your smile faded as you saw them both together.

“woah, something going on between you guys?” tyler asks as he noticed that your smile faded

“nope, just jealousy i guess” you sigh

tyler sat with you and you drank your matcha.

you could feel xavier’s eyes on you, knowing he was so jealous right now.

you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and continue this.

the rave’n was tomorrow, so you decided to ask tyler.

“hey, do you maybe wanna go to the rave’n with me?” you smiled.

“as friends” you mouthed

he got the signal to go along with it “yes, sure y/n! i would love to!” he says

you couldn’t see xavier but you knew he was fuming with jealousy right now.

“okay, i’ll be heading out now. see you tomorrow at the rave’n!” you say and walk out, you could see xavier furious at your peripheral vision.

you and your friends decided to go dress shopping because of the rave’n.

you went into a store and saw a retro, butterfly, white, short-sleeved dress. this was the perfect dress for you.

the night of the rave’n

you put on your dress and started doing your hair into a braided bun, and enid did your makeup.

you heard a knock on your door and opened it, revealing tyler in a white suit.

“hey, ready to make xavier jealous?” he gave you a smirk

“damn right i am” you say

-

you two walked in and everyone was staring at you two.

xavier was with wednesday but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, and wednesday started to notice.

you and tyler went to get drinks, mostly vodka. you had 9 shots already and you were already drunk.

you and tyler went to the dance floor and started to dance to the music.

the music stopped and tyler went to get a drink from himself, you waited for him until you felt a hard grip pulling you outside.

“okay, y/n. can you tell me what’s going on? why’d you go with tyler?”

“and why’d you go with wednesday? stupid” you giggled and almost fell at his chest but he caught you

“are you drunk?” he furrowed his eyebrows

“no.. you are” you say

-

he took you to his dorm and laid you down on his bed

“okay, can you atleast tell me why you went with tyler?”

“i tried to make you jealous because you haven’t talked to me since wednesday has arrived”

“y/n, i was working on a case with her”

“well.. i didn’t know that”

“okay- i have liked you for about 2 years, or more, i want you to be mine only and i want to be yours only. i hate seeing you with other people and it drives me crazy” he rambled

“can i kiss you?” you ask

before he could answer you kissed him on the lips and he pulled you closer, the kiss felt so delicate, you have always wanted this and you finally got it.

you broke the kiss to catch breaths and smiled at him.

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im crying i finished this and it doesnt even fit the request and its like my other oneshot i think im gonna cry but i literally have no motivation to rewrite so enjoy 😭

[inumkii]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ how you got together - inumaki x reader

bullet pointed scenario

genre: fluff, f2l

wc: 1.2 ish

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ an: hii this is my first jjk fic!! this might be the only thing i ever post LOLL currently ignoring my massive hiatus on my kpop blog T_T anywayss i wrote this super quickly its prob not the best ;p

i feel like toge would be the type of person to have you make a lot of the first moves

like when you guys were just stupidly pining friends, he made it pretty obvious that he liked you but wanted you to actually confess verbally 

it was mostly because he didn't want such a big milestone of starting your relationship to be texted or written by him but maybe like 20% of it was because he likes to be annoying

he's a little shit so if your the type of person to wait on the other person to make a move, good luck! because he’s making you do it

like there was a point were he was certain about both of ur feelings being mutual so he’d just play it up by being really touchy, making it obvious that he wanted to be right next to you, always clinging to you, etc.. you know,, making it obvious that he really does like you

but poor you because you were spending your time overthinking eveything. maybe he was just really touchyyy!! maybe he's extra comfortable around you!!! (i wonder why.)

it was actually driving your friends insane tho

maki’s last straw was during a training session out on the field, her and panda were sparring as you and inumaki watched on the steps

inumaki, as usual, was glued to your side, hands toying with the fabric of your long sleeve uniform

as maki landed her last hit on panda, you got up with their water bottles and ran them over to your two friends 

toge followed closely behind, still attached to your sleeve

you were balancing both of the bottles in one arm since the other was being occupied as toges leash of some sort, but you approached the other two like nothing was out of place

this sight wasn't anything new to panda or maki so they kept their scoffs and eye rolls internal. it was mostly just driving them crazy that neither one of you had made a move. it was obvious you both liked each other so why aren’t you guys doing anything about it??

“nice one, maki!” you cheered as the two grabbed their respective waters, toge let out an ingredient of affirmation as well

“ah, that was nothing” she proudly boasted, part of it directed as being a playful jab toward panda. she glanced down at inumakis hand attached to the end of your sleeve as he seemingly refused to be more than a few inches apart from you

“anyways,, im planning on grabbing lunch after this, yn, you coming with?” maki turned towards you

“sure!! i didnt have any plans,” you mused and you and maki set off and away from the field, toge still trailing behind as if following you was the obvious route to go

“just me and yn today, inumaki. sorry man,, go do something with panda” maki had no problem brushing off your friend, she was trying to get you alone which was something that seemed more rare as days go by (cough cough toge let maki have some time with her friend)

he laughed and backed away in compliance before giving your shoulder a quick squeeze as the four of you split off

once he was out of earshot, maki finally groaned

“you need to make a move already, its so frustrating watching you two cling to each other without doing anything about it” she complained as you felt your face heat up

you were well aware of toge’s touchiness and couldn't ignore his potential intentions behind it,, but yet there was this looming fear of actually enacting a confession that stopped you from going further 

“do you think he really likes me?” you asked pathetically. anyone’s answer would’ve been a loud yes,, but you still felt like you had to ask maki for some semblance of confidence 

she stared at you, an incredulous look breaching her face

“i cant believe you're asking me that question” she scoffed out a laugh, “but since you need to hear it. yes, toge inumaki is one hundred percent in love with you”

she left it at that, causing a permanent fluster to torment you for the rest of lunch

your lunch with maki had left you a little more confident about where you stood with toge, however. she had begged you to do something about it soon, claiming she couldn’t bear to witness any more pining

you had to do something about it soon or else you’d continue to sleep on her advice, overthink it, and never do anything about your problem,,,, it was now or never

you shot a text over to toge and waited on a nearby bench on school grounds

a few minutes passed with you spending them painstakingly fumbling with your phone case, picking off the stickers that were already on their last leg

there were so many times within those short seven minutes where you debated sending a ‘never mind! something came up’ to him

he finally showed up fairly quickly, joining the spot next to you on the bench

immediately discerning your nervous state, he placed a hand over yours

his action didn't do much for your nerves but it gave a little more hope that your confession would have a good outcome

(you were painfully unaware that no matter what you did, you had a 100% success rate)

he voiced his concern, squeezing your hand as you turned to face him

it felt like your heart was about to explode out of your chest but you had to rip the bandaid off

meeting his concern gaze, you finally said it

“i like you”

okay

maybe not the smoothest confession,, but given your anxiety over the situation, it was a miracle it was even said

all toge did in response was reach up to cup your cheek and smile 

his single expression gave you the answer you so desperately needed

pouring all his love and admiration into one expression, you hadn’t realized this was always how he had been looking at you

wordless communication though gazes and lingering touches had always been the way he was allowed to express himself

you had been overlooking it for too long, too caught up in your own mind to see the way he gazed at you like you were the only thing he ever needed to focus on, worthy of his attention at any moment you needed it

your heart melted on sight as you leaned into to press a kiss on his lips 

it was sweet, brief but not hasty. toge had always been good at placing his emotions into his actions and he made sure you felt everything he was feeling

the two of you parted before you leaned back in to place two more kisses, one on each side of his mouth where his seals were placed

he leaned in to your touch, pulling you in for a hug. as he buried his face in your neck, he breathed out a sigh that wordlessly expressed ‘you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for this’ and you laughed into his hair

it might've been way overdue, but he’s here now in your arms, this time without the weight of wondering if your feelings were truly requited

oh an maki just got a text from panda of a blurry, zoomed in image of the two of you on the bench together from the distance

“fucking finally” -maki

[elasticbeach]

Please tell me you are writing a part 3 to the breaking up with Shanks and it ends with a fluffy happy family

Part 3/ Breaking up with Shanks but realizing you still have feelings for him

Yall I didn’t even realise that I haven’t posted this 💀 this has been sitting in my drafts for waay too long, anyways thank you all for all the positive feedback, I feel like this part is written better than the first two. Anyways enjoy reading!

Warnings: None

Part 1/Part 2/ Part 3

You were standing in the kitchen while your little girl was having her usual afternoon nap, you were baking muffins just because, everyone loves muffins right? Actually your nerves were driving you crazy with every passing second and baking seemed to ease your nerves a little. Your mind raced with questions. Will there be a knock on your door? Or will the door be smashed entirely? Will he take your baby away from you? Will he even show up? Did he get scared and just decided to dump you entirely? Too many questions plagued your mind and while you stared outside the window deep in thought a knock brought you back to reality. Your head snapped at the sound of gentle knocks and your heart started racing. Slow steps getting you to the door, standing in front of it you were pretty sure your heart would explode as your heartbeat hammered loudly in your ears. Slowly you opened the door just to reveal the old lady next door. At this point this whole situation slowly started driving you mad. You had never experienced paranoia like this and had no idea how to deal with anxiety like that. After the lady left, you went to check on your daughter. She was peacefully sleeping in her crib, kneeling down next to her you brushed a few of her red locks out of her face. She really went after him, huh? you thought. Life still did not feel real, even when your daughter was born. you still felt like that young girl who just wanted some love and adventure. tears formed at the corners of your eyes, you miss him so much, it hurts.

A few days later you were laying on the beach trying to enjoy some sun while your daughter slept under the small tent you put up. Your mind did clear a bit at the ocean breeze and the warm sun tanning your skin. You almost fell asleep yourself, till you heard it "PIRATES!!" someone screamed in panic. You quickly sat up and looked at the horizont, that’s when you saw it, his ship. The ship you spent years on, before settling down. You quickly put a robe over your body and grabbed your daughter, you didnt even bother standing uo or trying to flee. Just pressing her against you and closing your eyes, anticipating the worst. A few minutes passed, you were too afraid to open your eyes. You heard steps approaching and thats when you opened your eyes. "Long time no see, ____" you sighed to embarrassed to even look his way. You heard him coming closer. "Please dont take her from me.." you whispered in a weak voice. You heard him sit down next to you. "I would never." he said in a serious tone and thats when you finally looked at him. His face carried a frown while his eyes showed sadness. He was hurt you could tell, tears formed once again. "Im so sorry..I really am." You said and sobbed. “Shh” He immediately started calming you down while rubbing your shoulder. You sobbed again before sniffing and calming your nerves a little, you looked at Shanks again. “You’re still just as beautiful.” He said with that smile of his, no mischief or lie in his eyes. It was the first thing he decided to say, nothing about the daughter and not how mad or disappointed he is but this. He called you beautiful, making you tear up again. He chuckled “Stop crying, you always make that funny face when you cry.” That made you chuckle a bit making you sniff and carefully hand him his daughter. Without a word he took the little girl looking at her little face. The little girl was inspecting her father for a few seconds before crying and wiggling, scared of the unfamiliar man. “I’m sorry, should’ve called earlier.” You started as he handed you your daughter with a light smile, as you started rocking the infant you continued to speak “ I was just so scared, I didn’t think it was necessary. No, that’s wrong..I was sceptical if you would even care you know? And it was just nerve wracking, because what if you took her from me??” You started sobbing troughout half of your monologue. “Calm down now you two crybabies.” He interrupted you with a smirk. “How come the two most important women of my life are crying because of me?” He chuckled a bit, again loosening the atmosphere again. “I’m sorry” You repeated, sobbing and wiping your tears with your shoulder, still having your daughter in your arms. Her crying stopped by now and she was inspecting Shanks from a distance now. “It’s okay.” Shanks says smiling at his daughter and then at you. “Must’ve been scary going trough all of this alone?” Shanks asks and you nod. You two spend up to three hours talking about casual stuff, him telling you about the adventures you missed. You telling him everything he missed of his daughters life and said daughter warming up to her daddy enjoying his company.

“I’ll walk you to your home.” Shanks said as you started packing. You didn’t even try to protest, because you know you want him to. You want his affection and attention, want him to stay. Forever. “Thanks” You flash him a smile before laying your daughter in her crib and the two of you start walking. And this image of the two of you, it brings you peace. It feels so normal, so natural. You probably look like a normal family walking back from the beach, everything feels so right, if only it had been like that since the first day. Your thoughts are interrupted by his voice. “So how are we handeling this whole situation?” You shrug, really not having a clue how to answer “I’m definitely not taking the two of you onto the ship, that’s way too dangerous. Just stay here, I will visit from time to time. You should call me more often, I want to hear more about your life. Maybe we aren’t lovers anymore, but we should at least keep in touch, we do have a kid together.” He chuckles after the statement, most definitely hiding how he actually feels, you know him too well to not notice. “Yeah, sounds good.” You reply, because you know that it’s over for the two of you. Even if he still loves you how could he possibly still want to be with you, a liar and coward that doesn’t even know what she wants.

Back home you bathe your daughter together and then you rock her asleep. As you slowly close the door to the nursery and walk to the kitchen he’s already waiting at the door. “Well, I think I will get going for now let’s meet tomorrow again, with the crew as well.” He rubs his neck as he speaks “I thought you were staying dor dinner” your voice getting more quiet troughout your statement. “I can stay??” He seems surprised and happily sits down at the dinnig table. You smile a bit and start preparing something small for the two of you. Dinner is nice, you talk a bit here and there but it’s mostly quiet, not an awkward quiet more of a enjoying each other’s company quiet. You would look up a few times, looking at his strong hands as he cuts the meat or how he licks his lips after each bite. You would lie if you said you didn’t miss the way his hands touched you or the way his lips kissed you and licked-. You stopped yourself right there, these times were long gone. You shoud just stop thinking about him in this way, he’s just the father of your daughter, you ex-boyfriend that YOU broke up with. “You alright?” You look up a bit confused. “You haven’t touched the food in like a minute just staring at it.” He looks at you just as confused. “I was just lost in thought, sorry.” You crack a smile and keep eating. You two finish eating in silence and he helps you clean up after.

“Well, see you tomorrow then?” He says as he steps over the door step. “Yeah.” You look up at him. You two look in each others eyes, seeing the desire, the love for each other. He leans down and presses a quick kiss on your cheeck. “Goodnight” He smiles. “Goodnight.” You smile back and close the door, you lean against the closed door and slide it down smiling like a fool.

The next morning you woke up a bit late. Your daughter was crying all night so you didn’t get all that much sleep. Rubbing your face with cold water you hear a knock. Drying your face and walking over to the door you slowly open expecting Shanks. As he looks upon your figure he immediately notices your tired appearance, while you still wear your Pjs. “You alright?” He asks as he steps inside. “Do I look that bad?” You chuckle a bit closing the door behind him. “No, not really. Just a bit..worn out.” The two of you chuckle. You lead Shanks to his daughter that is still asleep in your bed, since she refused to sleep away from you. “Look at her, didn’t let you sleep all night and now she’s snoozing away.” You smile at his statement, seeing how lovingly he looks at his daughter. “I wish I would’ve seen more of her and you..pregnant.” He looks over at you. You two share neutral expressions as you look at each other, both of you unsure how to handle the situation. You look down at the floor and sigh. “Look, I’m really sorry about everything-“ “Don’t, I understand.” He interrupts you. “No, please let me finish. Just listen to me please.” You sigh again and start talking. “I did NOT know of my pregnancy when I left and that wasn’t the reason I left. I just always dreamed of domestic life, but I also always knew that with you it would be impossible. But I don’t know what’s gotten into me when I left I was I don’t know..” You take a short pause to swallow the lump in your throat. “Maybe it were the pregnancy hormones or whatever but I need you to know that. I still love you and never stopped, I thought it was the better thing for me to leave and try to forget you but how could I? You are the love of my life Shanks. I don’t know if you could ever forgive me for taking your daughter from you, but I just need you to know that I love you. I never stopped loving you.” Tears stain your cheeks by the time you are finished and when you sob and look up you see him standing in front of you. The two of you fall into a long embrace. Hugging each other, with you just crying into his shirt. “Now calm down, I never stopped loving you either.” The two of you keep on hugging. He then pushes you away a bit just to capture your lips in a long kiss. You never felt so much joy in your life as his lips touched yours, everything else didn’t seem important anymore and you just forgot about those months of separation in this moment. You two parted for air and looked into each others eyes when suddenly a crying noise from your daughter captures your attention. “I will take care of her in the living room, get some sleep.” He smiled and wiped some of your tears. “I love you Shanks.” “I love you too.”

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[drdemonprince]

hey! i have a question abt your cruising guide if you don't mind, regarding something that (unless i totally missed sth, in which case i'm very sorry for wasting your time) i felt was completely absent but happens to be my main concern. (i'm already a huge slut, so anonymous/short term sexual encounters in themselves aren't the issue for me.) i'll put it bluntly: how am i supposed to pick anyone up in a gay male cruising space (irl/not on an app) when i look like a woman? i'm not a total stranger to gay bars, which is why i'm very sure that people in a cruising space are far, far more likely to take me as an intruder looking to be pleasantly scandalized than someone like them who they might want to have sex with, not to mention have sex with as a man(-adjacent). i also know it's likely that i'm projecting at least some of my dysphoria onto these hypothetical encounters, but it doesn't seem like an unjustified fear, either. i (fwiw: perisex, afab, some type of agender-nonbinary) have been on t for abt 9 months now, but i haven't had top or bottom surgery (i want both but so far it's unclear when that is going to happen) and my breasts are too large to be really concealed by a binder (not to mention that i can't fuck in a binder bc they give me awful headaches), i'm very short and ~curvy~, i have very little body/no facial hair, and people in casual daily interactions certainly don't hesitate to address me as a woman. it just seems preposterous to assume that there's anything abt me a man looking for another man could be attracted to. i guess it's possible someone could be a chaser after my specific type, but that's not an encounter i want to have right now. as far as my question to you is concerned, i want to have sex with a man who is into men, and at the very least won't see me as a girl wanting to be fucked like a man. i know that there is no way to objectively predict these things, experiences and tastes vary and so on, but i would be extremely grateful if you could share some of your experiences or give me some other pointers for how to approach this/what to expect. as it is, if i were to enter a darkroom, i assume i would be asked to leave, but preemptively telling myself that it's hopeless and to forget abt it for at least the next several years seems unnecessarily cruel, too. if there's any advice or experience you can share, thank you so so so much, and if not, thank you anyway for taking the time to read this letter of woe and for putting your perspective out there, it's been a balm to be understood. wishing you all the best x

Buddy -- it is (largely!) your dysphoria talking! Lots of queer men will wanna fuck you and they will wanna do it in a queer way. I walked around Steamworks fully tiddy out regularly and I had a great time.

It's true that in more general gay bars people will sometimes misread you, and that it will hurt, but trust me that lots of queer men are already attracted to you. If anything, I've noticed that in general queer spaces cis gay men sometimes default to assuming that you won't be interested in them and give a polite distance that they will happily do away with if they know you're looking and welcome their attention. A lot of guys don't want to accidentally be predatory to someone who they think might be a lesbian or not interested in men. (Again, being mistaken for something you are not really fucking sucks and can drive your dysphoria crazy, I get it, but do keep in mind that sometimes people do this out of a desire to be respectful, not because they're turned off that you're such a Womanly Woman or whatever.)

My first recommendation for you would be to GET ON GRINDR. Post some pics that make it clear what you're working with, physically, and list your identity clearly on your profile. When I first got a grindr I had a really slutty abs-and-underboob pic that got me a TON of attention from queer men, who treated me like a man, and it immediately assuaged all my concerns that I wasn't welcome on there. I think it will do a lot for your self-confidence and sense of belonging to try the same too.

Now, I don't want to be pollyannaish about any of this -- yes there are transphobes. In my experience they're mostly pretty quiet to trans men, they'll just pass you by for the most part. Yes there are people who will say awkward things. Block liberally and often and don't be afraid to stand up for yourself. But honestly, these are the kinds of issues you will run into within any dating platform, and the gay world is pretty damn blase and chill about the inclusion of trans men for the most part. You can absolutely put yourself out there -- and the sooner you do, the sooner you'll realize that your insecurities are not rooted in the reality of how other queer men mostly feel.

I wish I had put myself out there YEARS earlier! A lot would have changed for me if I had.

[svcredveins]

An introduction to myself!

So first things first, I’m 23 and female (I will not mention my real name, you can call me Luna if you want or just my username lol). Was so unsure to post on here since I’ve created this account three years ago to share my heartbeat. I have also a huge passion of mine - to become a Porsche factory driver in the coming future.

So bear with clips here and there, I do feel weird though doing this to the public but hey, we’re all heart lovers right?

Anyway, reason is to actually just check up on myself every once in awhile and see how my little lady is doing and appreciate her. I’ve struggled with a lot of things in my life with responsibilities to my own health and with this motivation to check up on myself. I definitely need to workout. And since becoming a Porsche factory driver is my dream, as a sim racer, I need to workout anyway because once I get my pedals and foldable rig, I have to workout because my little arms and legs will not bode well after 20 minutes of driving haha. For now I’m just on a controller.

So with this account made, I must be more aware of myself and even not just physically, but mentally too. Even though this is to the world, seeing others share their heartbeats is a reminder to myself to appreciate how our bodies were made and on how fascinating the human body is and what it’s capabile of. Also with the idea of more self acceptance for myself that I am living and breathing human being with a heartbeat and that it’s okay to fail. This alone will help me go a long way with that mindset for my sim racing as well! Hehe. Sorry. I love my racing. But! There’s also something to add on to that.

The dream

I’ve always been the type of girl to love speed. Anything that gets my heart racing (pun intended) I enjoy. The sheer thrill of going over the edge and that is where I found my biggest passion - sports car racing. The adrenaline, the awareness of knowing your putting your body over the edge, the unknown of what will happen when battling against another driver...I love that feeling and racing gives me that feeling and it bugs me everyday knowing that I am currently unable to race due to money, however, that is my dream and I strive to achieve it!

You need to be so fit for and that includes being aware of your breathing and heart rate. But oh to go so fast around a track over 200kmh feeling like everything around you is going by slowly. Heart pounding, breathing heavily, heavy focus on one goal - to win...yes! Give me my Porsche GT3 Cup, GT3 R, and 963! Let’s go!

Two passions intertwined

So since I was a little girl, I’ve also had those rare occasions where I felt my heartbeat. It’s always interested me feeling the “lub dub” in my chest. These things just began to intertwine for me and it’s actually perfect because since I love the sense of speed and adrenaline with it, my dream job is to be a cardiothorasic surgeon and that makes a lot of money’s worth to get into sports car racing which is definitely expensive as ever! So that will indefinitely support my biggest passion. Two passions in one? Crazy right?! I’m very excited for my future, despite my personal mental issues, but I am a huge dreamer so that’s my goal. I’m trying to work through it!

I’m aiming to get a stemoscope and a pulse oximeter. I would love to record my little lady working hard during my sim racing sessions! I just need the proper equipment to do it with a chest monitor strap.

Thank you for reading this far if you have. As you can tell I am super passionate about both!

Editing

Fun fact about me, I also do editing! I do photo and video edits and have been doing it for about 8 years. Time has flown by quickly!

The photo above is the Porsche 963 behind the human heart, portraying my passion for Porsche and the strong desire to become their factory driver.

My heart

I’ll try to say some info about my little lady.

She is a strong one with fire in her arteries. After getting an annual medical checkup about a year ago, my doctor remarked that I have a strong heart which was actually comforting to hear from her not gonna lie, knowing that my little lady is a strong and healthy one!

Strong and healthy speaks loudly about my passion for Porsche and racing for them as a factor driver, and that’s actually really heartwarming thinking about it because of how much of a passionate type person I am so it’s remarkable how she beats so strong and confident! I cherish that.

Cardiophilia intentions

I’m more on the light hearted (no pun intended) side of the cardiophilia. I just enjoy the functionality of the heart, and being fascinated with it, but I don’t mind some dark cardiopheila. It does, however, have limits. A lot of limits.

I have done a fanfic back in 2018 where I guess you could call it more on the dark side, but I do not involve myself physically in any of that, nor do I condone it. I’ll definitely write dark cardiophilia in some sort of form in books which I have in the past, as I’ve mentioned earlier, so anything else, I keep my little lady all out of harms way and treat her nicely. No resus, pressure, or poking. I do breathholds at times though, but other than that, I have one little heart so I must treat her well as she should be treated.

[guilty-pleasures21]

One thing that i love about Miguel is that everything about him is a little more... wild

This man has fangs (and poison) and talons! That's kind crazy to me

I remember watching Spider-Verse and thinking that somehow they want to make him even more feral (which I think suited his character) But there's also that softness behind all of this when it comes to his daughter (who wasn't exactly HIS daughter and yet he couldn't help himself)

Okay, I am SO. EXTREMELY. SORRY!!! But I am a certified nerd and my brain immediately went to poison VS venom 😭😭😭.

Anyway! I've seen those posts about people talking about him having been compared to an animal? Especially in the script, apparently? And that has, like, CRAZY racist undertones, of course?

But then certain characteristics definitely helped make him seem like more of an ambiguous character which I think they wanted for the movie? Like personally, I'm like, he's obviously not a bad guy, but there are people who do categorise him as a villain because they don't agree with the way he handled Miles's situation? To me though, I think he just made basic human mistakes. Like, he was just trying to protect Miles - and everyone else in the multiverse. That's how much he cares. It's just that men's default emotion is usually anger, so especially when they get scared, their first instinct is to get defensive.

Then of course Miguel's DNA has been altered by his accident, so I guess it can amplify his anger or how he takes it out? I mean, we have men today in real life who get so angry that they have literally killed people without any super powers!

And then yeah, we also see his soft side, but honestly, I don't think they portray it realistically enough in the movie. I was just re-watching Miguel's scenes the other day (😅) and I almost cried for him!!! My baby!!! 🥺 Like, how could he possibly walk around replaying his trauma like that?!!

This is all stuff I've planned to explore in my 'You suck!' fic, which is the original fic I wanted to use to give Miguel a safe space to heal. To just give him some softness, you know? I just came up with a scene last night that had me tearing up in bed while I was trying to sleep!! I really love character exploration, so I'm excited!!

But, yes, fangs are my personal weakness 🙃. Like some guys have those tiny fangs in real life where their incisors are just a bit sharper than normal?! IT DRIVES ME CRAZY!!! 🥴

[xo-rihanna]

Future Leader Part 2 - Neteyam Sully

Warnings - swearing, smut, penetration, p in v, squirting, orgasms, oral, spanking, biting, spitting, edging. Minors DNI

A/N - Picks up almost exactly where Part 1 left off. IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONGGGG I’ve been busy with college but I caught up enough to finish this😫 and I had to like rewrite half of this twice because I forgot to save it and it got deleted and then tumblr decided to freeze just as I was about to post it and deleted the last bit😐 anyways I hope this is okay and you enjoy it. This is not proof read! Thank you loves🫶🏻

“You’re welcome, your highness.”

The words practically oozed arrogance. Eywa you hated him. You drew a sharp breath, feeling the growth of an angry growl building in your throat. Neteyam saw just how worked up you were getting and grinned, it was exactly what he wanted. You could care less for your leg which was now spilling blood. The war party was waiting for your order and you clenched your jaw, regained some of your dignity and lead them on the flight home.

By the time you had gotten back to the village, which now resides in the caves of the Hallelujah mountains, all sensation in your leg was gone. You broke tsaheylu with your Ikran and slid off her back, grimacing as your leg hit the floor and you wobbled.

You hissed, fearing for someone to see your weakness. Neteyam watched as you struggled to steady yourself to walk, he felt an odd feeling in his chest. Like he couldn’t watch you struggling and do nothing. It urged him to offer you help and after battling with himself he gave in, knowing it was the right thing to do. Neteyam wrapped a strong arm around your waist, attempting to sling your arm around his shoulder but you resisted.

“Are you trying to ruin me in front of the whole clan? Get off. I’m fine.” You shoved Neteyam off and found yourself in a vulnerable position. Your leg was practically dragging along the floor as you attempted to walk. Neteyam held his hands up and smirked, “By all means, princess, drag yourself down to the Tsahik.” He chuckled as you hissed and threw your head back, knowing you couldn’t make it that far.

“I fucking hate you.” You mumbled, Neteyam smiled and took this as you accepting you needed his help. He wrapped his arm around you once more and tried to help you walk but your leg was just becoming deadweight.

“I hate to say this but I’m gonna have to carry you, Y/n. You’re doing more damage to it by dragging it.” He gave you no time to resist and had you scooped up in his arms before you could even attempt to fight him.

Your face flushed in embarrassment and you prayed to Eywa under your breath that this was a dream and you’d wake up and have some of your dignity left. “Don’t act like you don’t like it, princess.” Neteyam chuckled and you scowled up at him.

The calm beating of his heart against your ear made your own heart erratic and you were suddenly aware of every inch of skin he was touching. It felt on fire. You didn’t know why your body was reacting to his touch like this. You honestly wanted to just curl up and die from embarrassment.

Neteyam avoided looking at you because he felt the same. Your delicate frame in his arms was driving him crazy. Suddenly your big girl facade dripped away and he saw the pure beauty beneath it. Your sharp tongue didn’t seem so threatening anymore. Neteyam had a look among his face that looked like worry, if you had to give it a name, as the blood from your graze wound had leaked down your leg and was now dropping off your foot splattering the ground and Neteyam’s arm.

“Does it not hurt?” He asked, trying to pick up the pace to get to the Tsahik’s, your mother, hut. You shook your head, “I can’t feel my leg at all.”

Neteyam sighed in quiet relief as he saw your mothers hut just a few metres away. Your mother was no longer tending to other injured warriors and lifted her eyebrows as she saw her own daughter be carried in and set in front of her.

“It was a bullet graze. It’s been bleeding like crazy and she says she cannot feel her leg anymore. I had to carry her here.” Neteyam wiped your blood off his arm and legs and glanced down at you.

Mother nodded to Neteyam, thanked him and let him leave. You felt like a hole was being burned into your brain with the way your mother was looking at you. So full of shame. “Mother it is not as bad as it looks-“ You started, wiping at the graze and hissing slightly out of instinct.

Your mother shook her head sitting next to you and mixing up ointments in her hands, “You have been trained better then to allow these stupid mistakes,Y/n. You are future Ole’eykte. Act like it.” She harshly applied the ointments onto your wound and rubbed it in. Your head dipped in shame, unable to even let out painful whimpers.

Unknown to you, Neteyam lingered outside of your tent. He didn’t know why and he kind of hated himself for it. He listened to your Mothers words and felt a guilty knot tie in his stomach. He didn’t know you were under so much pressure. Biting his lip, he walked away, having heard enough.

Your wound was not bad, it was just deep. You’re mother fixed you up and you were instructed to rest for at least the rest of the night even though you felt fine. Your feeling had come back and you could put weight on it again. Besides the bandage, it felt like it hadn’t happened.

The next morning, you wasted no time to get out of your tent. Getting up the second sunlight hit your face. You avoided your parents at all costs, not wanting to get another scolding. You needed to have a talk with Neteyam. Subconsciously, your body and mind just craved being in his presence. Picking at anything, any excuse to just look at him.

As you neared the Sully’s family tent, you heard the commotion of the family getting ready. Childish bickering and fumbling of feet. The flap of their tent was slightly open and Neytiri saw you first, ignoring her oldest boys as they rumbled the tent with their play fighting. Neytiri smiled at you and nodded, telling you it was okay to enter their home.

You took the invitation and stood for a second in the makeshift doorway, watching Neteyam and his little brother rumble around like children. Neteyam laughed as his brother managed to shove him down to the floor of the tent and then caught sight of you and froze. You smirked at him, putting a hand on your hip. “Real mature, mighty warrior.” You smiled as Neteyam huffed and got up, brushing himself off as if it would take back what you saw.

“What are you doing here, peg leg?” He asked, his eyes jolting down to the bandage around your leg. You rolled your eyes and Neytiri gave her son a look. Jake just shook his head, “How are you, sweetheart? Neteyam told me you took a nasty graze yesterday.” He gave you a sweet smile.

“I’m okay, sir. Nothing a bit of yalnabark wouldn’t fix. I’m sorry to intrude on your morning but I need to talk to Neteyam in private.” You finished your sentence looking at Neteyam. His gaze hardened and he nodded, leaving the tent with you.

You didn’t say a word to him, you just walked. You didn’t know where was most appropriate to have this talk but your feet seemed to be taking you to your own tent. Neteyam noticed and picked up the conversation, “Can you get this over with please? I have things to do today.” He sounded like a brat which only riled you up, setting a blaze in your chest.

You stopped outside your tent, unsure of why your mind brought you here instead of somewhere more appropriate. You didn’t really want Neteyam scoping around your bedroom. “I’m just picking you up on the stunt you pulled yesterday. You know, carrying me to my mother didn’t make me forget that you deliberately disobeyed my orders.” Neteyam clenched his jaw, his own chest heaved with sudden rage. You watched in amusement at his reaction to your words.

“I saved your fucking life.” Neteyam told you through gritted teeth. The angry tension between the two of you came crashing back, hitting you like a brick. Your skin suddenly felt like fire, every inch of it blazing with his glare. “I didn’t need you to.” You hissed. Your tail portrayed your anger, hitting the ground numerous times with a muffled thump.

Neteyam grimaced in anger, before grabbing you by the sides of your arms and shoving you into your tent. Luckily, it was only you that lived there. Neteyam took no notice of your shocked reaction, you were already pinned against the far wall before you had time to realise what just happened.

His arms on either side of your head locked you in and you had no choice but to look at him. “What the fuck are you doing!” You asked. Neteyam smiled and cocked his head at you but it made your stomach drop. There was something different in his eyes. A nasty glint that he’s never shown you before.

“I’ve just about had enough of you. You’re a fucking brat. You can’t just admit you needed help. Well look where it’s got you.” He sneered. You hated the reaction your body was having to his words. His words rang with spite and it was turning you on.

You clenched your thighs together, desperate for him not to notice the wetness pooling in your loincloth. Neteyam’s eyes flickered down and smiled, “You’re a dirty slut you know that. You give me no choice.” Before you could even take a breath, he had you on your bed. Your hands are locked in an iron grip above you and his steaming body is pressed flush against yours. There wasn’t a millimetre of space between you. You could feel his hot breath on your face, his rapid beating, his throbbing bulge.

You squirmed under him, feeling your arousal grow by the second. Your core was burning, aching for attention. Neteyam smirked smugly as he watched you whine and grind your hips into his bulge. Desperate for his touch. “Neteyam please.” You mewled. He brushed hair out of your face gently and lowered down to place a delicate kiss to your jaw.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. Your bratty whining only makes the urge to bend you over and fuck the attitude out of you stronger.” He mumbled against your skin, face still against your soft skin.

You hummed, feeling the pool between your legs intensify. You were going dumb and he hadn’t even properly touched you yet. Neteyam gave in to your desperate eyes, crashing his lips into yours and letting go of your hands to caress your cheeks. It was a passionate kiss, both of you wanting to prove your dominance. Neteyam won, his tongue roaming your mouth as your hands found the strings of his loincloth and tugged on it.

Neteyam released from the kiss and pushed your hands back down, releasing a laugh. “So desperate, Y/n.” You rolled your eyes and huffed. Neteyam tightened his grip on your wrists making you hiss.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Neteyam’s voice was sinister, stealing your ability to speak. You gulped up at him. “Speak. Or you won’t get anything from me, baby.” He rolled his hips into yours, the sudden friction making you gasp.

“Yes. Yes I did alright, fuck.” You told him.

Neteyam shook his head and suddenly ripped your loincloth off, disregarding it carelessly. His breath hitched for a moment as he saw the sight of your soaked pussy, calling out to be filled.

“If you cum before I tell you to, I’ll make you regret it.” He warned you before starting to place gentle, sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin on your inner thighs. Your slit was producing so much slick, Neteyam could practically taste it on the air. You whined, the fire in your core blazing hotter by the second.

“Alright sweet girl, I hear you.” He smiled as he watched your body tremble for him, little whines releasing from your pretty mouth. Neteyam licked a strip up your pussy, slick coated his tongue and the taste was something he couldn’t describe.

It was like sweet nectar, just flowing out of you. The sudden surge of pleasure made your back arch and a gasp escape you. Neteyam pinned you down by your thighs, you were unable to escape his mesmerising tongue. It lapped at your juices, absolutely obsessed with your taste.

“Oh fuck, Neteyammm.” You moaned out, scrunching your face in pleasure as his brought his thumb to your clit. Your whole body rippled with ecstasy. A knot tied in an unknown pit in your stomach, slowly unravelling with every movement of his tongue and circle of his thumb.

“Great mother, Y/n. You taste so good.” Neteyam was lost in the taste of your sweet juices. Drinking them up like he hadn’t drank all day. Thirsty as fuck.

“Neteyam please, I’m gonna cum!” You moaned, desperately tangling your fingers in his braids and trying to grind up into his face to get more friction.

Neteyam smiled, letting you rut your pussy into his face while he rubbed relentless circles into your clit. Your legs were beginning to tremble, your eyes rolled back and a sheen of sweat formed over your body as you chased your orgasm.

“Don’t you fucking dare. You don’t get to cum.” Neteyam growled at you, pinning your legs down by your thighs to stop the rutting of your hips. The knot in your stomach was begging to unravel, it was almost painful. The pleasure stopped and a sinking feeling settled within you.

You whined like a baby, desperately moving to get some friction against anything. Neteyam watched in disbelief, the girl that’s hated him his whole life squirming and begging for him to keep eating her out. She would never live this down.

You groaned in annoyance, “Fuck, Neteyam please. I’m sorry okay, I’ll do anything just p-please finish me.” You whimpered, begging him with your eyes to touch you.

“Alright alright, sweet thing.” He shook his head and chuckled. “Is this okay?” He asked you for consent to thrust his slender fingers into your aching hole. You nodded frantically, the consent just made you hotter.

Neteyam smiled, showing his sharp fangs before slipping them into your tight hole. Your back arched once again, feeling his fingers so deep within you only made you wonder how you would take the cock that was throbbing in Neteyam’s loincloth.

Neteyam curled his fingers sweetly so they were just brushing your sweet spot with every thrust. You were becoming a moaning mess under him, squirming and crying out for him. “Your little sounds are gonna send me over the edge, sweet thing.” Neteyam told you.

“Oh! Neteyam! Fuck!” You felt the knot in your stomach start to slip. You were so close. Neteyam made eye contact and he smiled, “You can cum, it’s okay. Cum for me, Y/n.” He suddenly increased his speed, hitting your sweet spot with no mercy.

“Fuck- Fuck! I’m coming!” You cried out before you finally released around his fingers. Neteyam’s eyes widened as you squirted all over his abdomen.

Your legs twitched and Neteyam pulled his fingers out of you when he knew you were done. Neteyam lapped up your juices that covered your thighs and wiped his mouth when he was done.

You watched as he licked up and swallowed your sweetness in awe. Your legs still twitched and you brought your hands to your face to hide the rush of blood that was burning in your cheeks.

Neteyam tsked and pulled your hands away, pinning them at your sides. He smiled, placing a kiss to your lips. “You don’t get to hide, sweet thing. You just squirted all over me, you can’t get shy on me now. We’ve only just started.” You gulped at his words and Neteyam nibbled at your jaw.

You hummed and brought your hand up to the rock hard bulge in Neteyam’s loincloth, palming him softly through the thin material. Neteyam sighed, looking at you with so much lust in his eyes

You looked up at him through thick eyelashes, untying the strings of his loincloth carefully. You finally got it removed, teasing Neteyam with how long it took you. His cock spring out, slapping his stomach. He was huge to say the least, bigger and thicker then anyone you’d even been with before. A nervous feeling settled in your chest, how were you going to take this?

Neteyam chuckled, “You’ll be fine, sweet thing.” Your nervousness must have been evident on your face. “I know.” You said, before stooping your head down to suck gently at his thick tip. Neteyam closed his eyes, he didn’t want you to know that his tip was extremely sensitive. He honestly could cum just from getting his tip sucked.

You noticed his body language, his body tensed and his breathing was raspy. You released his tip from your lips and smiled. “How cute.” You smirked. Neteyam gave you a look, telling you not to test him.

“Don’t make me ask, Y/n.” He told you. Your mouth lingered around his cock, refusing to make contact. Neteyam gritted his teeth and grabbed at your hair, making you yelp suddenly.

“Suck. Now.” He told you before releasing your hair. Neteyam watched as you submitted to him, taking his length in your mouth with difficulty. Your eyes couldn’t rip away from Neteyam’s, keeping eye contact as you forced his cock down your throat. Your eyes were stinging and your lungs were screaming for air. The air coming in your nose was keeping you from passing out.

“You can do it baby.” Neteyam cooed at you, grasping your hair gently and easing the last few inches down your throat. Neteyam screwed his face up in pleasure, your gagging was only sending him closer to the edge.

Your eyes were streaming tears so thick you could hardly even see Neteyam’s face anymore. His moans got louder as you swirled your tongue around his tip. “Fuck I’m gonna cum in your mouth. You’re gonna show me before you swallow okay.” He told you. You nodded and continued to bob up and down on his cock.

You felt it twitch in your mouth and with a loud groan, he spilled his cum into your mouth making sure you got every last drop. You pooled it in your mouth, making sure not to swallow it as he told you. Neteyam’s chest heaved and he gestured for you to open your mouth, grasping you by the jaw. Without warning he gathered his own saliva and spat it into your mouth. He smirked and said, “You can swallow now.”

You kept eyes contact with him as you swallowed his thick seed. “Good girl.” He said, kissing your lips slowly.

You panted into the kiss, you were so desperate for him to be in you. “Neteyam. I need you- Please fuck me.” You begged. He smiled and placed a simple kiss on your neck before flipping you over so you were on all fours.

Your back arched instinctively, giving Neteyam a clear view of your dripping pussy. Your tail wrapped around his back, trying to pull him closer to you. He smiled and kissed gently down your arched spine. “Tell me if it hurts. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” He told you and you nodded and whimpered back, feeling his tip sliding between your folds.

He held your hips tightly as he slowly slid just half of his cock into your wetness. A sharp gasp escaped both you and him, and you felt his thumbs pinched on the sides of your hips. Pleasure completely took over him. Your mouth was left open, drool pooled in your mouth. You gulped thickly and Neteyam felt your muscles relaxed and took that as a sign that you were ready for the rest of him.

He pushed the rest of him into you, leaving only his knot. He groaned out as he felt your tight walls engulfing him. You tried desperately to adjust to his length and moaned as his swiped your sweet spot. Neteyam couldn’t help himself and rolled his hips gently into your ass, thrusting in and out of you slowly.

You moaned out, feeling that familiar knot form in your stomach. Neteyam’s slow thrusts gave you time to adjust and you squirmed, “N-Neteyam, faster please.” He did as he was asked and picked up his speed, falling into a ruthless rhythm. You cried out as he hit at your sweet spot, holding you from squirming away by your hips.

Neteyam was sure he couldn’t go any deeper into your but he tried anyway and groaned as he poked into your cervix and abused your sweet spot, making you cry out and grasp at the fur pelt of your bed.

Neteyam slapped your ass and your mouth fell open, the skin tingling and burning with his handprint. Neteyam ducked his head down to your ear and growled, “No sweetheart. I want the whole village to hear how good I’m making you feel.” He placed a kiss to your neck and you moaned as a response.

“Mmm Neteyam please, I’m so close!” You fumbled over your own rough breathing.

Neteyam groaned, your words sending him closer to his release and your walls fluttered around his cock. “Beg for it, Y/n.” He ordered it, you shook your head and moaned. Neteyam slowed his thrusts almost to a complete stop and you cried at the loss of pleasure. “No no! Please Neteyam, please let me cum. Please!” You begged and Neteyam was satisfied with your response, returning to his previous pace.

“Oh fuck! I’m cumming!” You exclaimed as your legs began to tremble and a surge of pleasure was slowly washing over you. “I’m right behind you.” Neteyam moaned as you clenched around him and convulsed on his cock. He painted your walls white and for a minute you both just rode out your highs. The moans eventually stopped and he slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum pooled between your legs.

He laughed and said, “We are doing this again.” Before trying to find something to clean you up with. You didn’t want to know what you’d just started but you had a feeling Neteyam might deliberately be disobeying your orders more often if it meant it ended like this.

[pizzaqueen]

This was meant to be a few sentences… It is now more than that haha

1.1k of fluff and silliness

Eddie gets drunker than he usually gets one night, when he’s home alone. He’s feeling sorry for himself, which is also unusual for him, but he’d hung out with Steve earlier and Steve had looked even prettier than normal. Fuck. He is so so pretty.

Eddie’s never felt like this before. It’s driving him crazy. He can’t stand being some kind of lovestruck idiot, even if Steve is beautiful and funny and brave and kind and being around him feels like heavy metal and D&D all in one.

Jesus Christ. This is ridiculous. He just needs to get it out of his system somehow.

And, in his drunk mind, the best way to do this is write Steve a letter. Lay it all out. Each and every feeling, no matter how embarrassing. No holds barred.

He finds a pad of paper and a pen and writes furiously. When he’s done, he shoves it in an envelope, writes Steve’s address on it and—

Shit. No stamps. It’s fine. He’ll have to mail it in the morning. And then he collapses on the couch and passes out, the letter clutched in his hand.

Eddie wakes up with a blanket draped over him, a pounding headache, and the feeling he’s done something spectacularly stupid. He manages to get himself off the couch, takes the aspirin left on the coffee table with the glass of water by them, and makes himself some coffee.

As the caffeine kicks in, last night comes back to him. Pining over Steve. Writing the letter—

The letter! Shit. He’s so glad they didn’t have stamps. He’s going to tear that stupid thing up and never think about it again. Except… It’s not by the paper and pen he’d used to write it.

Eddie searches everywhere for the letter, starting to wonder if maybe it was a beer-fueled nightmare after all, when he spots a note on the coffee table. It’s by the empty glass and he doesn’t know how he missed it earlier, but, as he reads it, his heart sinks. It’s from Wayne. And he’s gone to the post office.

Eddie dresses quickly, hangover forgotten, and races to the post office. He tells them he sent a letter by mistake, can he get it back but, no dice. They won’t give him the letter back no matter how much he pleads. (He actually gets down on his knees but they only kick him out.)

He considers breaking into the post office—he’s pretty sure Gareth would help—but dealing to people looking for a good time is one thing. Breaking into a government building is another. And, okay, Eddie would totally do it because these are extreme circumstances—and it’s his damn letter anyway—but he doesn’t want to let Wayne down.

So, he’ll just have to intercept it after it’s been delivered but before Steve gets it. Shouldn’t be too hard so long as Steve is at work or somewhere else (like on a date, which Eddie doesn’t want to think about) and his mom’s not there. And Steve’s dad is guaranteed to be at work.

He stakes out the Harrington house and, after the mailman delivers the day’s mail, he scurries over and is about to open the mailbox, take back his letter, when a car pulls up.

“Eddie?”

Eddie looks over to see Steve’s mom getting out of the car, one hand on her hip, looking at him oddly. “Mrs. Harrington. How are you on this fine day?”

“Fine, thanks.” Her eyes narrow. “What are you doing?”

“I, uh…” Eddie rubs the back of his neck. “I was just passing and… Need me to bring your mail in?”

“I can manage it, thanks.” She raises a brow, shakes her head. “But you can help me with the groceries.”

“Yes! I would love to help you with the groceries.”

She shakes her head again and goes around to open the trunk. Together, they haul the groceries in, Eddie keeping one eye on the mail the whole time. There’s a moment, in the kitchen, when Mrs. Harrington is putting eggs in the fridge that Eddie tries to slip the letter out of the pile but Mrs. Harrington turns back around too soon.

“Steven will be home soon,” she says, “if you want to stay for dinner.”

“Uh, can’t… I have to…” He looks at the letters. This is never going to work. Fuck. “I have to go now Bye.” And he turns tail and runs.

New plan: he’s going to move to Canada, change his name to Freddie Bunson, maybe cut his hair… No, too dramatic. Canada and the name change is enough.

In the end, he doesn’t go to Canada, but he does hide. It’s just… He really didn’t hold anything back in the letter and now Steve will know exactly how he feels and Eddie is pretty sure Steve won’t hold it against him but, even if it somehow doesn’t ruin their friendship, nothing’s ever going to be the same again.

But the thing about small towns is you can’t hide forever. That and Steve knows where he lives. It’s the next night and Eddie’s waiting for Gareth when there’s a knock at the door, so he opens it without thinking (not that smart of him, but Gareth’s bringing pizza and Eddie’s hungry.)

But it’s not Gareth with pizza. It’s Steve. And he’s holding the letter.

Eddie slams the door shut.

There’s another knock and Steve calls out, “Hey, man, open up.”

Shit shit shit. Eddie runs a hand over his face and opens the door. He leans on the frame, aiming for nonchalant. “Hey, what’s up?”

“I got your letter.”

“Letter?”

Steve holds the letter up.

“Oh, that letter.”

“I thought we should talk about it.”

And Eddie breaks: “Look, man, I was drunk and I just… I shouldn’t have written it, okay? Can we pretend that I didn’t?”

“Uh, yeah, if you want, but…”

“But what?”

“I kind of liked it.”

Eddie blinks. “You… What?”

“I liked it. A lot, actually. I wanted to write one back, which is why I didn’t come as soon as I read it but I’m not good at writing shit down.” Steve shrugs. “So, I thought I could tell you, instead.”

“Tell me?”

“Yeah.” Steve swallows. “Can I come in?”

Eddie nods numbly, standing aside to let Steve in, heart beating hard.

And Eddie’s right. The letter does change everything. But it’s a good change. A really good change. He’s so damn glad Wayne mailed the letter.

(Steve keeps the letter tucked away safely and, years later, when he and Eddie move in together, he gets it framed and it hangs in their living room, and happily tells anyone who asks the whole story, including the parts he didn’t know at the time, but Eddie filled him in on later. It’s a little embarrassing, sure, but Eddie doesn’t care. Because Steve is always so happy when he tells it and it’s the best time Eddie’s made a fool of himself.)

[loveandmurders]

Hi I don’t know if you do poly Sinclair but if you do can I get a poly Sinclairs x female reader where they help take her out of a really loud place and help her with her anxiety attack?

I just had to step out of a room because I was beginning to have a bad anxiety attack and I just really need some comfort from my boys right now. But if you don’t wanna do it then that’s is fine! I don’t wanna pressure you or anything.

Hello here! I’m quite ashamed it took me so long to post this request!! I’m so sorry for the delay and I really hope you will enjoy this; as usual I tried my best <3

I also hope you’re feeling a lot better now <3

Warnings : mention of killing, panic attack, loud and a little bit violent crowd, a few strong words.

You had never seen Lester so excited like that before, and your heart was absolutely melting at the sound of his happy voice babbling out about this new band he discovered and how they will have a concert nearby tonight. You were giggling at the sight and when he asked you if you wanted to come with him, you just couldn’t say no to him.

The twins raised an eyebrow. Having their baby brother going out alone at a concert was one thing, but having the two of you doing God knows what was another one. And they knew how Lester and you could come up with bad ideas when you were left alone together. Plus, the twins didn’t like when you were away from Ambrose and away from them. They wanted you home, especially Vincent, since he couldn’t follow you out of Ambrose that easily. He was feeling too self conscious for that.

“You should come with us!” you told them, now as excited as Lester. They both shared a look, and it always fascinated you the way they seemed to talk telepathically when they were doing that. It always put Lester a little bit uneasy though, probably because it was making him feel like he wasn’t part of something. You softly took his hand under the table and stroked his knuckles as he gently smiled at you. You really were the best thing that ever happened to the siblings and that was why they had been forced to share you. 

Vincent finally shook his head and leaned against his seat, looking down at the table. He didn’t feel like going out of Ambrose, and knowing he would be surrounded by people… and loud ones… It really didn’t seem appealing at all. 

“Oh come on, it could be fun” you cooed at him and he shook his head again, so you turned toward Bo’s face. He clearly wasn’t too happy about it either but his protectiveness was too strong to let you go out with only Lester as your bodyguard. The only thought of you being around drunk young men was driving him crazy so he simply sighed before nodding.

“If it’s so important, I guess I’ll come. Vince can wait for us here. Anyways, it’s better with one of us stayin’, just in case” Bo offered and Lester got excited again. He knew you were magical, because his brother would have never come with him if it was only about him. But with you, everyone was trying their best.

“Jonesy will stay with you” Lester told Vincent to bring him some comfort and the masked twin smiled with his eye at his baby brother. He knew Lester was a sweetie. 

And before you all knew it, you were getting ready to leave for the concert for which Lester got three tickets. Bo and you decided to not ask how Lester got those tickets so fast when they were all sold out. Lester was so proud to be able to do that, and was in his very adorable excited puppy self. Even the twins didn’t have the heart to tease him or annoy him. They weren’t even sure Lester would realise anything anyways. He was almost jumping in happiness. You grabbed his hand, half afraid he was going to jump so high he would disappear in the sky, half because you were falling in love once again with him. You hugged Vincent goodbye and he held you a little bit closer than usual because he really didn’t like this plan. He was always overprotective with you, not that you minded. Bo followed Lester and you to his car, but not before he exchanged another look with his twin. Bo silently told Vincent that everything was going to be alright; big brother was going to watch over the idiot boy and the cheeky girl. It gave Vincent some comfort and he hid into his basement to forget how silent the town was getting now everyone was gone.

Lester was singing some of his favourite songs of the band in the car and you were singing the chorus. Bo was driving without a word. He was half amused by your bright behaviours but he would have much preferred to be in his armchair, watching a movie with his favourite people around (and you on his lap). 

When you arrived at the concert, you calmed down a little because there was something in the atmosphere and general ambiance that you didn’t like very much. You instinctively took Bo’s hand as you kept chatting with Lester. Bo moved closer to you, taking the hint you were now not feeling as at ease as before. He was glad he wouldn’t have to ask you to not leave his side. He wasn’t sure he would be able to find Lester or you in this crowd, and it was quite oppressing him as well. He was also relieved Vincent didn’t come as he wasn’t sure how his twin would have been able to stay calm in there. Lester navigated the three of you through the crowd and tried to find you some good places. Bo and you followed him without a word, focusing on not losing Lester. You quickly hated how many men were in the room and how they seemed to look at you. Maybe you were just paranoid or maybe they were really watching you like a potential prey. They were already all half drunk and going crazy with the anticipation of the beginning of the concert. You tried to pretend you didn’t notice anything and to calm down, but you were starting to feel your chest closing in on itself. You didn’t want to ruin the moment for Lester so you forced yourself to remain calm and to breathe in and out silently. Bo wrapped an arm around your shoulder, his protective side noting you needed some comfort. Lester quieted down a little bit and grabbed your hand to play with your fingers as well.

You thought it would all be better once the concert would be starting, and you were right, for the first half an hour at least. The music was good and you were forgetting about the crowd surrounding you, until a group started to go crazy. They were throwing beer bottles everywhere, loudly screaming and getting closer to the few girls in the audience. You tried very very hard to keep calm, but you could feel your boys tensing up because of those people. Bo grumbled under his breath and Lester sighed, quite annoyed. He really could only approve of his siblings murdering hobbies when people were so stupid, selfish and destructive. 

It wasn’t long before you started to have a panic attack. One of the bottles almost reached you and you started to not be able to breathe. You felt like the room you were in was getting smaller no matter how enormous it truly was. Your heart was beating really fast and adrenaline was pumping in your veins as you has the impression that the crowd and the loud noises were closing on you. You leaned against Bo when you started to be too dizzy to fully trust your legs. The boys didn’t even need to think about what was going on: they knew they needed to get you out of this place as fast as possible. Lester was good at finding the way through the cheering, loud and sometimes ominous crowd. When you finally reached outside and the fresh air, you almost collapsed on the ground. Lester and Bo helped you by sitting down against the wall of the building and they knelt in front of you to check on you. You barely noticed their looks of pure concern as you placed your head in between your knees, heavily breathing. Lester stroked your hair, in an attempt to appease you as Bo was gently breathing with you so you could match his calming pace. They stayed like that until you started to feel better. You moved your head and watched them for an instant before leaning against the wall, closing your eyes.

“Ok, love?” Bo asked and you softly shook your head

“Need some air” you whispered in a shaky and hoarse voice.

They both stood up and stepped back so they weren’t crowding you anymore. They watched over you and around them to make sure you were safe. Bo took his phone and sent a message to his twin, as he had promised Vincent to keep him updated.

After a little while, you felt better enough to stand up as well. Lester and Bo were quick to help you on your feet. 

“Hug” you mumbled and Bo wrapped his arms around in a very comforting way. It was warm and safe. He kissed the side of your head and held you even closer.

“Ya’re safe, love, it’s alright now.” he whispered to you and you nodded. You stayed like that for a little while again. You moved from Bo to hug Lester as well and he tightly cuddled you.

“I’m sorry, Les” you murmured to him and he shook his head

“Don’t be, darl. Wanna come back home?” he asked and you felt quite guilty so you shook your head.

“I feel better, we can go back to the concert if you want. You were excited about it” you told him, even if you were really not feeling like going back to it.

“Nonsense, we don’t go back in there” Bo replied as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “Vince’d kill me if he knew I let ya go back in there. Ain’t safe enough.” he continued and he turned toward Lester for him to agree.

“Yeah, people are shit. We should go back home. We can have our own little concert tomorrow night, at home, that way even Vince’ll be able to enjoy it” he offered and you weakly smiled at him

“You’re the best, Les” you told him and kissed his lips. He blushed and shrugged, before guiding you back to the car. You kissed Bo’s hand before sitting in the vehicle.

“Thanks for looking after me” you said

“That’s our job” Bo replied and you knew he meant it. 

Vincent was waiting for you outside the house, and he was quick to open your car door to bring you in his arms. He nuzzled your cheek as his hands roamed your body, scanning you for any injuries or discomfort. You knew he was a drama queen, but you let him do it.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, I promise” you tried to smile at him. “You guys are just worriers” you teased and the three boys all hummed; they couldn’t deny that.

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[anime-moreanime-animeagain]

Good news! I can breath again. For the last week I have been absolutely devastated. After reading AoaB 4.8 I was physically ill I got so upset. But then I couldn’t really calm down cause I needed to know what happened to Ferdinand. So I may have….gotten zero sleep and spent every waking hour I wasn’t required to do life things like working and driving, reading nonstop through 10 books straight.

However! I am now on 5.9 and I feel like I can finally breathe and focus and do other things like clean and cook actually food, and make posts for other obsessors to relate to.

All kinds of SPOILERS are ahead for 4.8 - 5.9

There were things that made me less angry with the situation before this stopping point. Moments where I thought “okay…I’m not crazy sad/mad anymore.” Those moments are:

Rozemyne’s declaration that Ferdinand is family and of course she didn’t want to be Zent that’s so troublesome, but of obviously she’d do what she needed to do to save him like duh! And Ferdinand being like I’m sorry what? You think of me as family??? 🥺😭 😭

Please hug him more I cannot! This poor man doesn’t understand any type of love and it makes me SAD! But not going to lie I live for the type of devotion she was showing him. Like yeeeeessss!! Loyalty! Whether it’s romantic or platonic it is fantastic! That’s the personality characteristic I find swoon worthy.

But then there was the interduchy tournament and y’all….THE INTERDUCHY TOURNAMENT! Pretty sure I melted into a disgusting puddle of goo when he gave her the first true “very good” with fond headpat included. I just melted into the couch because okay. Okay. That makes up for a LOT of the grief I was put through. Like a ton. Like at that point I wasn’t even really mad or angry anymore. Not if we were getting THESE interactions in the interim.

And then the bench surprise! I’m not ashamed I definitely cried when he sat down on it and it was soft and he didn’t really say it but everything in his reactions screamed that he loved it and I thought how he’d probably never had anyone go out of their way for him just to make him comfortable and that was beautifully sad so of course crying was done. It felt a little silly to get SO emotional over that but I mean….he likes the bench so much and hadn’t brought it (I assume) cause he thought it would be taken from him like every other good thing in his life and how is that not something to burst into tears over. So yea. Good stuff.

And then things jumped forward again and we got near adult Rozemyne who is so pretty which thank God finally! But then Ferdinand nearly ‘climbed the towering staircase’ and my anxiety shot back up and then there was a whole war and honestly who ends a book in the middle of the battle! I feel sorry for everyone who had to wait and wait for the next volume my goodness.

But it’s okay because we had the mana hall reunion. YA’LL!!! The Mana Hall Reunion!!!! Cue the Aladdin free falling off the balcony onto carpet and taken up into the clouds because ya girl was on cloud 9 that entire scene. It was grand! Supreme! Perfect in every way! Look at this!

Pretty sure I thought this was some amazing fanart when I first saw this and I refused to read the text because spoilers but it’s not fanart it’s canon and I’m just beyond happy that it’s in color too!!! His little ‘when you said you’d defy everyone and everything I didn’t think you meant it’ and her little ‘well it’s your fault you don’t listen when I tell you how much you mean to me sooo your bad’. It’s… it’s everything I wanted. Absolutely everything!

Don’t get me started on their little talk in the gate about how to make their dreams come true together. At this point I’m actively squeeling every other moment I think about it.

I’m a little drained from speeding through 10 books in 8 days but this is fantastic why wasn’t there more to the anime? We were robbed I tell you! ROBBED! Anyway now in the middle of reading 5.9 and I can see I’m going to get super annoyed with people trying to distance my two unhinged shumils. And we still have the loose ends with the sovereignty and Detlinde to fix so I know I need to buckle up but like damn… can my two just chill and get a break?! Can she please finally meet her brother? Can Ferdinand please enjoy being valued without people telling her to stop?

Guess we will see. I should stop…. put on all the breaks until the final volume is out and translated…. yea sure, that’s what I’ll do….

[lockes-woods]

Stuck Chapter 26

A/N: Hey, sorry again for another unintentional hiatus. I'm fine but work/apply for school have been crazy this past month. I'm most likely not going to have a set posting schedule til November at the earliest. Since this is going to be my last fall not in school for a while I'm going to attempt kinktober. Anyway I hope you enjoy the update it took a while but it's a biggin.

Warning: PIV, oral (m. receiving), masturbation, spanking, name calling (ex whore or slut), (LMK if I missed anything).

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“That should be the last of it,” Mihawk said, as Himiko finished tetrising the last box in place. She nodded, a shiver shooting through her at the late December air. She was normally fine in the winter, but the wind chill always cut through to her bones no matter how many layers she had on. It didn’t help that they were up before sunrise. She hit the button on the side of the car to allow a gentler closing of the trunk. She tried her best to be mindful of Shanks as he lay splayed out in the middle row. The redhead had woken up with a nasty hangover. Thankfully his hangovers manifested as headaches and light sensitivity. Mihawk had already assured her that if he were to get sick it would have happened right after he woke up. Because of his discomfort, Himiko and Mihawk did the brunt of the work loading the car, while he set up in the middle row with earplugs, a blanket, and preemptive sunglasses.

“Ready, love?” Mihawk asked as he reemerged from the building after returning the cart.

“Yeah,” she nodded circling around to the car to the front passenger seat. She once again closed the door with just enough force to pull shut. Mihawk was less careful as he slammed the driver’s side door shut. Shanks groaned in protest. She could hear him rustling to get comfortable again, before his breathing even out again as he fell back to sleep.

“What would you like to listen to?” Mihawk asked, buckling his seatbelt.

“Will Shanks be okay if we listen to music?” She asked.

“I’ve already changed the programming so that the sound will only come out in the front speakers.’ Mihawk answered, shifting into drive, “Feel free to connect to the Bluetooth and play whatever you like.”

Himiko hummed to herself as she tried to decide what music Mihawk would like. But then again, he did say they could listen to whatever she likes. She held herself back from jumping as Mihawk’s right hand moved from the PRNDL stick to resting on her upper thigh. In her shock, she accidentally pressed play on the last album she had played, The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess, by Chappell Roan. She bit her lip trying to keep herself composed as Femininomenon started to play through the speakers.

 He absent-mindedly rubbed his thumb up and down on her legging-clad thigh. For a simple gesture, it garnered all of her attention.

“Who is this artist?” Mihawk asked after listening to the line, ‘I got a wand and a rabbit.’ In the song Red Wine Supernova. Shanks’s lack of comments on that particular lyric confirmed that he was really asleep.

“Her name’s Chappell Roan, she’s been making music for a while now, her fame grew this past summer. If I’m being honest, I didn’t really start listening to her music until recently after Sanji insisted, we listen to the whole album at work. She’s grown on me a lot after that. What do you think of her?” Himiko asked.

“I’m not sure yet, I think I’ll have to listen more before I form an opinion.”

“Well, that’s good because I was gonna listen to the whole album either way.” Himiko joked.

“Is that right?” Mihawk asked as they reached the suburbs surrounding the city. Because of the early hour there were little to no cars around and even fewer pedestrians.

“Mmmhm,” Himiko hummed, “That’s what you get for having a twenty-something sugar baby,”

“Love if that’s the worst of it I’m happy to suffer through,” Mihawk responded, with a firm squeeze of her thigh and a small quirk of his lip.

“So, what’s the plan for the day?” she asked as they continued to make their way out of the city’s limits.

“There’s a small drive through coffee shop about halfway that we always stop in at. When we get to the lake house we normally unpack and then stop in at the diner at the base of the mountain for breakfast. Generally speaking, things get more expensive the higher up on the mountain you go. You’ll probably meet Judith and Marge either when we get there or sometime today. If they’re too busy to meet up they normally leave a baked good and a note with any issues with the property that have happened since we were last there for the summer.”

“Judith is the psychic, and Marge is the owner of the sex shop, right?” Himiko clarified.

“Yes, it’s actually funny we met them separately and only found out they were a couple after Marge invited us over for dinner one night.”

“How did you meet them?” Himiko asked as they left the city and got onto the highway. The sun had just begun to rise.

“We met Judith first, while she does psychic reading year-round, she has a stall at the local farmer’s market to draw in tourists.” Mihawk started, “We met Marge later that week while exploring the town. Our first few summers there we rented a cabin. We met them about two years before we bought the lakeside property. We would have never invested in it without their help keeping up the maintenance.”

“Do you believe in psychics?” Himiko asked. Mihawk hummed to himself for a moment, taking time to fully take in the question.

“While my gut reaction is no, I don’t entirely doubt them. I’ve seen a lot of life and death in my occupation. I believe in giving credit when credit is due, and I’ve seen the comfort people have found in psychics, religions, and other ways of thinking. If it is what someone needs to continue holding on to, that belief is what makes it real. I believe those types of spiritual relationships only possess the power one gives them. And I would never want to take that peace away from someone. So, while my surface-level answer is no, I do believe that the relief psychics can give to certain people of a similar mindset is priceless. As long as there are no ill intents, I don’t see any issue with it.”

Himiko nodded as she took in all of what Mihawk was saying.

“While it seems a little silly in retrospect after my dad’s passing, I used to write him letters and get him cards for his birthday, Christmas, and Father’s Day. I’ve always straddled the line between agnostic and atheist, but I will never be able to quantify the comfort those letters and cards gave me at the time. While I do it less now, I still write him occasionally when I’m having a particularly hard time.” She finished keeping her eyes locked on the road ahead of her. The area became less and less developed as they drove on, now to the point that they were surrounded by snow-covered evergreen trees as far as they could see.

“I don’t think that’s silly,” he responded glancing down at her with soft eyes, “You found a non-harmful way to express your overwhelming emotions. If it made you feel better, then that’s all the validity you need.”

Himiko blinked back tears as she turned her head to look out her seat’s window, a genuine smile stretching across her lips. Mihawk gave her thigh another small squeeze as they sat in comfortable silence before the current song transitioned into, HOT TO GO!. The pair both laughed at the juxtaposition of their conversation and the current song’s vibe. Himiko’s tears were gone as fast as they came. Before she knew it they were exiting the highway and were pulling into a small ‘U’ shaped driveway in the middle of nowhere. After taking in the small building in the middle did it hit her that this was the coffee shop Mihawk had mentioned earlier. They were officially halfway. Mihawk ordered his standard vanilla oat milk latte, while Himiko ordered a peppermint bark blended coffee drink and they ordered Shanks a hot black coffee.

The redhead only began to stir in his sleep as they pulled away from the stand and the smell of coffee enveloped their car once Mihawk rolled his window back up.

“How far are we out?” Shanks questioned, voice still gravelly from sleep. Mihawk gave Himiko a knowing look as she reflexively squeezed her thighs together at the sound of his voice. While she was grateful, that he hadn’t made a comment, his little smirk worried her about what he would do with this new information.

“We’re about halfway love,” Mihawk answered, as they took the on-ramp back onto the highway. Shanks hummed in response taking out his earplugs out and nursing his cup of coffee. His blanket and shades stayed put.

“Are you feeling any better?” she asked sipping on her frozen drink, as she watched him from the rearview mirror.

“A bit,” he groaned, “I’ll be better after I finish my coffee.”

“You’d really feel better if you drank an electrolyte drink before we left,” Mihawk lectured, “You know coffee only makes you more dehydrated.”

Shanks only hummed in response as he took a large sip of his coffee, blatantly ignoring his husband.

“Who are we listening to?” Shanks asked, shifting up into a sitting position.

“Chappell Roan, the next song coming up is my favorite from this album,” Himiko answered, as Pink Pony Club rang out through the speakers. They sat in content silence as they listened through to the end of the album.

“Love, if you’re up for it we’d like to discuss our expectations for our relationship,” Mihawk said, as he clicked off the speakers.

“Okay?” Himiko responded, while she knew they were bound to have this conversation at some point today, she didn’t expect it to be this early. But then again it may make more sense to get it out of the way before they officially started their vacation.

“I know we were set to decide the hard guidelines of our relationship as it developed at a later date. I believe now is that time,” Mihawk started.

“That makes sense,” Himiko nodded in agreement.

“To address the elephant in the room we should probably start with your romantic relationships outside of ours,” Mihawk suggested.

Shanks scooted over to the middle seat to be heard easier, “But before we start, I did want to apologize for my comment last night about you wanting to end the relationship. It was out of line and uncalled for.”

“It’s okay, I knew you didn’t really mean it.” She responded.

“It wasn’t okay though,” Shanks started, “It was from a place of jealousy and misplaced anger. I don’t want you to ever feel like it’s okay for me or anyone else to talk to you like that.”

“Okay,” Himiko nodded, taking a sip of her drink, as she processed what he was saying.

“Piggybacking off of that, not to speak for both of us, but I don’t feel comfortable sharing you with anyone other than Shanks,” Mihawk said, Himiko could see Shanks nodding in agreement from the rear-view mirror.

“That makes sense,” Himiko agreed, “I wouldn’t want to risk either of your sexual health by being with someone else.”

Mihawk and Shanks shared a look before replying.

“While that is a factor, it’s a small one,” Mihawk started before Shanks cut him off.

“Baby we don’t want to see you with anyone else. Not to sound possessive, but we want you. If my jealousy last night, and my reaction to your kiss wasn’t enough indication. We don’t like seeing you with anyone else, we want you for ourselves.”

“Oh,” Himiko responded somewhat dumbfounded, “I-I didn’t think you felt so strongly about that.”

“Baby, I think you need to give yourself more credit. While you’re so smart you’ve been very thick-skulled about our attraction to you.” Shanks said while Mihawk nodded in response.

“I hate to say it, but it’s true darling.” Mihawk started, giving her thigh a tight squeeze, “Even now it doesn’t seem like you have even begun to understand how attracted we are to you, and how desperately we want you.”

“Okay,” Himiko nodded after a moment, “So, we’re officially exclusive?” she clarified.

“Yes,”

“Yeah,” Mihawk and Shanks responded immediately.

“Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?” she asked, as they merged into the off-ramp. According to the GPS they were only ten minutes out.

“Just to check in, have you given any thought to whether or not you’ll be keeping your jobs during the spring semester?” Shanks asked.

“I’m not sure yet,” Himiko answered honestly, “It’s not that I don’t trust your funds or anything like that, I just don’t know how to operate without being that level of busy.”

“That’s what worries us, love,” Mihawk said, turning off into a side road, they were only a few minutes out, “We’re scared at your potential to burn out if you keep burning the candle at both ends.”

“Especially if you are planning on being a full-time student,” Shanks added.

“Okay, I promise I’ll give it some thought, I will have to give my two weeks as soon as we get back.” She responded, thinking out the details as she talked.

“That’s all we ask,” Mihawk said, as they pulled into a long freshly plowed driveway. The rest of the property and surrounding area had a decent covering of snow. His hand moved from her thigh to shift from drive to park once they settled up next to a purple jeep.

“Huh, looks like Judith and Marge beat us here,” Shanks commented, stepping out of the car. He groaned at the unfiltered light of the sun without the car’s tinted windows. Mihawk and Himiko followed suit as they made their way to the trunk of the car. The door had just finished its slow automatic opening when She spotted two older women standing on the back porch to their right. She followed after Shanks and Mihawk as they went to greet the caretakers.

Based on the descriptions they had told her she assumed the older black woman on the left was Judith and the older asian woman on the right was Marge. If it weren’t for the gray in their hair Himiko would have guessed they were in their early fifties instead of their late sixties. They were definitely close with Mihawk and Shanks, at least enough to tailor to their comfort levels. Both women greeted Shanks with a hug and then gave Mihawk a handshake. Before Himiko could even begin to feel awkward Judith gave her a warm smile.

“You must be Himiko,” Marge said as the men moved to the side allowing Himiko through.

“Um, yeah, it’s nice to meet both of you,” Himiko managed to get out through her nerves. This was the first time she interacted with anyone outside of her friend group (and Boa) who knew about the dimensions of her relationship with the couple.

“Oh, baby there’s no reason to feel nervous, we’re no strangers to polyamory. You should have seen the polycule networks of queer women in the 70s.” Judith laughed, causing her to smile back in response.

“This is your sugar baby?” Marge asked rhetorically, “She’s too beautiful for either one of you let alone both, you better be paying her well.” She paused before turning to Himiko, “Sweetheart, are they paying you well?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Himiko answered rushed as she felt her face begin to heat up from Marge’s aggressive compliment.

“And she’s polite to her elders,” Judith mused, “Sweetheart if this doesn’t work out, I think you’d be perfect for our granddaughter.”

Marge hummed in agreement, “That’s true, you’d make a very cute couple.”

“Okay, okay,” Shanks cut in trying to reel the conversation back, “We didn’t bring her here for you to set her up with Amy. We brought her because she’s already in a relationship,” He said, gesturing to him and Mihawk, “And we’d like to spend more unobstructed time with her.”

“I just think she deserves to know her options,” Judith said raising her hands up defensively.

“I agree,” Marge said, backing her wife up.

“Not to bring this back on topic, but were there any major issues while we were gone?” Mihawk asked with a small, amused quirk on his lips. The conversation shifted to home repairs, raccoons getting into the garbage, and a small bat infestation in the attic that had all been dealt with. The older couple walked with Shanks around the property as they spent just as much time filling him in on home repairs, as they did on the small-town gossip. Meanwhile, Mihawk and Himiko unloaded the car and got each item to its designated spot, leaving the real unpacking to take place after breakfast. While Himiko knew factually that they owned a lake house, she didn’t expect it to be so big. She had been picturing a small, but comfortable cabin in the woods.

It was larger than any home she had ever lived in with her father. The main floor consisted of an open floor plan kitchen/living room area and had a wall of glass facing the lake. There was also a laundry room, and a half bath as well as access to the two-car garage. The second floor had two full baths, one for the three guestrooms, and the other in the master bedroom. Himiko brought up her suitcase, the last thing to be unpacked, up to the master bedroom while Shanks and Mihawk caught up with the older couple. She hummed to herself as she made her way through the second floor to their bedroom. It had a similar layout to their bedroom back in the city. There was a huge bed and bathroom fit with a tub big enough for the three of them. Instead of a glass wall that led out to a balcony in the city, there was a terrace with multiple pots of plants that had been snowed over. The only thing that struck her as weird was the two doors that weren’t open. She knew logically that one was most likely a walk-in closet, it was the other one she couldn’t figure out. When she opened the door closest to her it confirmed her theory that it was a walk-in closet. She parked her suitcase there before exploring next door.

When she first walked in it looked like another smaller closet, except instead of clothing hanging from the hooks, there were various ropes of different sizes, thicknesses, and materials. Outside of that, there was a sleek black dresser. Himiko glances over her shoulder before opening the top drawer to the dresser. Even though she was in a relationship with the couple it felt kinda dirty to go through their things. It was filled with sex toys, specifically ones that those with penises would enjoy. One drawer had cock rings, other vibrators, another had a fleshlight, and other insertion toys. Himiko could feel the blood rush to her face as she closed the last drawer and slowly backed out of the closet. She turned around to shut the door, stopping just short of running right into Mihawk’s chest. He gently held onto her waist to steady her, as she rested her hand on his chest for balance.

“Having fun snooping love?” Mihawk asked in a teasing tone. If she didn’t already feel flustered, she certainly did now.

“Um-I” she started, losing her train of thought as she got lost in Mihawk’s eyes.

“It’s alright darling, you were bound to explore that closet at some point this week.” Mihawk said with a slight upturn of his lips, “Though unsurprisingly you found it ten minutes in.”

“It’s more of a sex shop than a closet,” Himiko commented without thinking, causing Mihawk’s smirk to widen.

“I suppose you’re right, though it is unfinished,” Mihawk commented.

“Unfinished?” Himiko questioned as he rubbed small circles into her hips.

“Mhh,” he hummed, “There’s an empty drawer for you to love.”

“Oh,” she replied dumbfounded for the second time today.

“We were planning on bringing you to Marge’s shop at some point this week if you’d like to explore different sex toys. Only of course if you would feel comfortable with that.”

“Yeah,” she responded quietly, still buffering as she took in the situation. Mihawk mistook her quietness for shyness. He gently cupped her face and tilted it upwards, thumb rubbing comfortingly along her jaw.

“There’s no reason to be shy darling; there are very few things that you could do that would cause us to negatively judge you. And after getting to know you I’d doubt that you’d be capable of that on any level.” Mihawk started, “Now are you feeling hungry? We were planning on heading into town for breakfast if you’re feeling up for it after the drive.”

“Yes, Sir,” Himiko responded, placing her hand over his hand and cupping her face. He leaned down for a short, but sweet kiss before reluctantly pulling away. His hand released her face in favor of holding her warm hand in his cold grasp.

By the time they made their way back to the driveway, the jeep was gone. Shanks greeted her with a smile, as he leaned against their car.

“What was the hold-up?” Shanks asked as Mihawk unlocked the car.

“She found the second closet,” Mihawk answered for Himiko. Shanks smirked in response.

“Well, that’s no surprise, she’s always been an over achiever,” Shanks responded. While his sunglasses were in the way, Himiko knew he was giving her a mischievous look.

“So where are we going to eat?” Himiko asked, trying to segway the conversation away from sex. She was always easy to fluster when she was sleepy. It didn’t help that her only form of caffeine for the day was more sugar than coffee. She would need a real cup of coffee or an energy drink before she would be ready for any of those kinds of conversations. Or rather that level of caffeine to not make her feel like a total fool in front of them.

“It’s a diner called Saplings,” Shanks answered, opening the back door on the passenger’s side for Himiko. They shared a smile as she climbed into the middle seat and Shanks closed the door for her.

“Why is it called Sapling?” she asked as the couple buckled up their seat belts.

“They have an intensive selection of different maple syrups,” Mihawk answered.

“Aw, that’s really cute,” Himiko mused as they began to back out of the driveway.

“Have there been any sex toys you’ve been curious about?” Shank asked, clearly not ready to move on from the topic at hand.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly, beginning to feel flustered, “I’ve only really ever used sex toys when having sex with women.”

“So more like dildos, vibrators, and strap-ons?” Shanks inquired.

“Yeah, even though they were mainly used on me I do have preferences when it comes to different strap-on harnesses.” Himiko answered, “I guess outside of this,” she said gesturing in a circle, “I’ve never had planned out sex with a man; it was always more of a spur of the moment kinda thing.”

Mihawk acknowledged her with a brief hum before Shanks began to ask more questions.

“So, you’ve never pegged anyone before?” he asked.

“No,” she confirmed as they pulled up to the diner, it was on the smaller side but looked lively. It was quarter to eleven, if Himiko had to guess she’d say it was the rush from the after-church crowd that filled the place up.

“Would you like to?” Shanks asked as Mihawk turned off the car.

“Yeah, I’d definitely would peg either of you if it were planned out; at least for the first time.” She answered.

 “Hmm, I think that should be on the top of the list of toys if we do end up at Marge’s shop. You know in case we need one we have would already have an emergency strap-on” Shanks suggested. Himiko didn’t need to see Mihawk’s face to know he was giving Shanks an unimpressed look.

“In what situation would we end up in a pegging emergency?” Himiko asked, amused.

“I don’t know, I guess if one of us is busy and the other wants to do cock warming or have their back blown out.” Shanks answered casually, before getting out to first to open the door for her.

“Ah, yes the biggest problem in a bisexual throuple; not enough dicks.” Himiko commented jokingly, before pausing, “I don’t think I’ve ever fucked anyone with that big of a dildo before.” she added, getting out of the car.

“What size dildos are you used to using?” Mihawk asked as he circled around to their side.

“With most of the women I used a strap on with it was never up to your size preferences,” Himiko answered.

“Oh, and what’s our size preference sunshine?” Shanks asked, teasingly.

“You’re saying that like you weren’t a certified size queen before we got together.” Mihawk cut in, a smirk forming on his lips.

“That’s not true,” Shanks dismissed, but while his words said one thing the blush forming on his face indicated the other.

“But even though you two are together wouldn’t he still be a size queen then? It’s not like he downgraded when you got serious.” Himiko mused as Shanks got more flustered.

“Hmm, I suppose you’re right darling.” Mihawk agreed as his smirk widened. While it wasn’t unheard of for Shanks to get this flustered, it was definitely a feat to wind him up so quickly. Especially to the point of silence. Shanks didn’t talk until they slid into their assigned booth in the back of a restaurant. It was so full and loud, that they were just able to hear each other. After the waitress took their order, and they were informed of the longish wait time the throuple settled in each nursing their coffees. While it wasn’t up to the standard Himiko was used to, it wasn’t the worst coffee she ever had. It made her reminiscent of all the meals she had been served at various diners across the country while her dad was still alive.

“You know sunshine, I’m not above making an example out of you for mouthing off like that,” Shanks said, taking a sip of his coffee. Before she could respond, Mihawk once again cut in.

“You say that like she wouldn’t enjoy that.”

“But she has a praise kink,” Shanks rebutted, “You’ve seen how her face lights up when being praised and how tight she gets,”

It was now Himiko’s turn to feel embarrassed as her partners openly discussed her mannerisms.

“While a week ago I’d agree with you, you didn’t see how desperate she got when I was lecturing her about the idea of disciplining her in the bedroom. She looked like she was one scrutinizing comment away from accepting any punishment I saw fit. She even bit her bottom lip in that way she does whenever she gets turned on.”

Himiko quickly released her bottom lip from its place sandwich between her teeth, before she could even attempt to defend herself the food arrived, and after the waitress left the couple continued talking about her like she wasn’t sitting right there. While she knew on some level this was rude, she also couldn’t bear to stop their conversation.

“Okay while that may be true it doesn’t mean she doesn’t prefer being praised,” Shanks argued.

“You don’t know that.” Mihawk argued, “We’ve never tried it before.”

“Care to put your money, where your mouth is Dracule?” Shanks taunted, “If she’s really so turned on by being degraded by you then you can go on a solo date with her before the week is over and spoil her as much as you’d like.”

“And if you win?” Mihawk inquired.

“Then I get to go on a solo date with her and spoil her as much as I’d like.” He answered. Mihawk hummed in thought before nodding in agreement.

“And how do we determine which she likes better?” he asked.

“Easy we fuck her at the same time, whoever can get her to cum first wins.” Shanks answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Is that okay with you sweetheart?” he asked, finally acknowledging her.

“Y-yeah,” she stumbled out, already wet from the idea of this wager. They turned their attention back to their breakfasts. The second the waitress stops by to check on them they ask for the check. Himiko took a final swig of her coffee before following behind the couple as they made their way to the counter to pay and made their way back to the car. The short car ride was silent, but electric as each DILF tried to form a plan of attack. Himiko tried to stay still but couldn’t help rubbing her legs together for some relief. She knew whatever each one of them was coming up with was bound to put her out of commission. She couldn’t imagine what state she’d be in by experiencing both their plans.

Shanks once again opened the car door for her. The couple walked up to the bedroom at a leisurely pace, that was still too fast for Himiko’s shorter legs. She bit her lip out of habit as she sped walked to keep up with them. Once the door shut behind her the energy in the room shifted. Shanks immediately began to strip, while Mihawk guided her to the bed and encouraged her to sit down as he sat down to her right.

“Before we start, I want to make sure you’re aware of all your safeguards incase anything makes you uncomfortable.” Mihawk started, “I know you’re aware of the stop light system and your safe word, but I also wanted to let you know what I may do so it doesn't blindside you. Especially because it’s our first time exploring this together. I’m going to be calling you names, and may strike you is that okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” Himiko nodded, the way Mihawk’s eyes sharpened at the mention of that title was not lost on her.

“Where do you feel comfortable being smacked?”

“I think just my bottom,” she replied after pausing to think.

“Would you be interested in me spanking your pussy?” He asked, “Or just your ass?”

Himiko could feel her face begin to warm again, “Um, I guess both.”

“Do you have any hang-ups or questions?” he asked, getting up from the bed.

“No, at least none that I can think of now. I’ll use my safe word if anything doesn’t feel right.” She answered, Mihawk smiled in response as he too began to strip. Himiko unintentionally bit her lip as Mihawk eased out of his jewel-toned top and started on the buckle of his belt. She jumped when a warm hand grasped her chin and physically pulled her attention from Mihawk.

“Baby, you know it’s rude to stare, don’t you?” Shanks asked teasingly, holding her face in a gentle cradle.

“Sorry, Daddy,” Himiko apologized, trying hard to focus on maintaining eye contact as his swollen cock swayed with his movement inches away from her mouth.

“It’s okay baby, I know you’d never do anything rude intentionally; you’re our good girl after all,” Shanks replied, thumb gently stroking her cheek.

“I don’t know about that,” Mihawk cut in, making his way over to them, Himiko tried hard to focus on his face and not how his member moved with him.

“She’s barely listening to anything we’re saying,” Mihawk said, now standing next to Shanks, “She’s too distracted by our cocks to give us her full attention.” Shanks hummed in reply as Mihawk continued, “Though I suppose it’s not entirely your fault, after all, you’ve always been motivated by your need to be filled. You’ve always been a slut when it comes to pleasing us as well. Though I wonder if it’s only for us, or if you’d be just as happy taking a load from anyone that gives you attention.”

Himiko could feel the heat rush up her neck to the tips of her ears as she took in Mihawk’s accusation. She found herself frozen, just as she had been the first time he lectured her in his apartment.

“I dunno,” Shanks started, “She’s always been so good at taking us like a good girl. She never complains.”

“Those aren’t mutually exclusive,” Mihawk remarked, “Have you ever wondered how she got so good at taking our cocks, even with the bare minimum prep.” He said looking down at her with a scrutinizing glare, “I wonder how many cocks you’ve had inside of you to get that good; especially for someone your age.”

Himiko shook her head in response as she attempted to form a semi-cohesive thought.

“I-I don’t want anyone else, just you and Daddy,” she interjected, her voice bordering on the whinier side.

“That doesn’t mean you haven’t been a slut in the past.” Mihawk mused, “It didn’t take any coercion to get you into our bed the first time. Especially considering we had only entered this relationship days prior.”

“Please, Daddy,” Himiko openly whined as she rubbed her thighs together. “I need you,” she said looking up at him through her lashes. She could see Shanks’ resolve weaken in real time as he shifted to get closer to her.

“I have to give you some credit at least,” Mihawk said holding onto Shanks’ arm to stop him from moving any further, “You’re smart, at least for cock slut, to identify the weakest link and go after. You can’t wait to be filled by your Daddy, can you?” Himiko nodded in response, bottom lip sandwiched between her teeth. Mihawk smirked.

“Shameless,” he commented, “We may have to reconsider if you’re even worth wasting a load on. I bet it’s a dime a dozen to you. Just a dumb little whore who gets off on being used.”

“Please,” She whined, mind beginning to get hazy.

“Oh? And what are you planning on doing to earn your keep.” Mihawk asked, never breaking eye contact.

“Anything,” she responded breathlessly. She could feel the uncomfortable wetness of her slick soaking through her panties. Mihawk’s smirk widened.

“Get up then,” he ordered, Himiko only tilted her head in confusion.

“Oh darling, it’s going to be a long day if you question every one of our demands; don’t worry you’ll be back to being a cum dump soon enough.” Mihawk chastised, tugging her up by her upper arm, in a firm, but gentle grasp. The couple then took a seat at the end of the bed. Himiko looked down at Mihawk, staying still in their switched position until his next command.

“Strip,” he ordered. She nodded, quickly shedding her flannel. Before she could move on to her thermal, Mihawk’s hands shot out to stop her.

“Slower,” he said, releasing his grasp on her arm, “Make a show for your Daddy,”

Himiko couldn’t help but bite her lip as her eyes locked onto Shanks’. He looked as desperate as she felt. Since he had sat down his hand had moved down to his cock as he shamelessly teased himself, gaze never leaving her body. Too enraptured by her and Mihawk’s interactions to keep up with his own role.

She slowly tugged her thermal over her head, before moving onto the front clasp of her bra. She made sure to alternate eye contact so neither man would feel left out as her bust bounced out of its restraint. Her bra slid off her arms, joining the pile of clothing on the floor. A deep whine escaped her as she slid down her leggings. The couple gained a perfect view of her slick connecting her to her bottoms.

“Fuck,” Shanks groaned, now unabashedly jerking off.

“So wet already love?” Mihawk asked an amused, but not surprised look. She nodded rolling her lip between her teeth, consciously keeping her hands to the side to avoid the need she had for release.

“Make Daddy cum,” he ordered, now grasping his own member. Himiko immediately dropped to her knees, shuffling forward between the redhead’s thighs.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted with a groan.

“Hey, Daddy,” she replied back, replacing Shanks’ hand with her own. She moaned onto his cock as she licked up the overflow of precum, before sucking his head into her mouth.

“Fuck,” Shanks moaned, “Such a good girl, doing so well. Fuck.” his hand threaded through her hair to keep her at his preferred pace. Himiko could feel her core pulse with the need for release. Looking up Mihawk pulled Shanks in for a desperate kiss as he fisted his own cock. Himiko saw the window and slowly slid her hand down to her folds, sliding two fingers up and down her slit before she breached her pussy. She couldn’t hold back her moans as she quickly ascended closer and closer to her orgasm. Her eyes snapped shut as Shanks came deep down her throat. She continued to suck, past the point of overstimulation, as her own orgasm ripped through her. Once she came back down from her high, she eased off Shank’s member, panting. Shanks immediately fell backward as he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm.

Her eyes widened as she opened her eyes to find Mihawk already looking down at her with a sharp gaze.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, as she eased her fingers out of her cunt, hand literally caught in the cookie jar.

“Sir-” she tried to start before he hushed her.

“Exactly who gave you permission to cum darling?” he asked, releasing his cock, moving to grip her face and force eye contact.

“No one,” she panted. Mihawk hummed, before responding.

“And who’s in charge?” he asked.

“You and Daddy,” she answered, “I’m sorry Sir.”

“Oh, you will be darling,” Mihawk responded, he moved up the bed, careful to avoid Shanks as he patted his lap. Himiko stood up on shaky legs and crawled up to meet him.

“Lay down love,” he directed, Himiko wordlessly crawled onto his lap face down. She was immediately aware of Mihawk’s pulsing member against her stomach.

“While I never explicitly told you not to cum, you’ve always asked in the past.” Mihawk started, “To the point that I assumed you were aware of that rule. Now, how many spanks do you think you deserve to curve your behavior darling?” he asked stroking her ass. Himiko tried to think clearly, but her mind was still foggy from her orgasm.

“10?” she responded.

“Are you telling me or asking me?” he replied.

“Telling.” She said in the firmest voice she could muster for now.

“Good, you will be counting after each strike, is that clear love?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied with a whine as he pushed her thighs apart for easy access to her pussy. Before she could even react to the cool air on her hot core Mihawk landed a strike on her right cheek.

“One,” she said as he rubbed down over where he hit.

“Two, three,” she gasped out as he progressively moved lower down towards her core.

“Four,” she started before choking out, “Five,” when he backhanded her in the same movement.

“Color,” he asked smoothing a cool hand down her bottom.

“Green, please Sir,” she said, borderline begging. She didn’t need to confirm it to know her slick was leaking down onto Mihawk’s thigh. He hummed in acknowledgment, before removing his hand. Himiko was about to plead for more when he suddenly came down on her with three hard smacks, two of which were backhanded. She quickly called out the numbers, before he moved his hand back. She inadvertently held her breath waiting for the last two. She was mildly disappointed he hadn’t spanked her pussy. Himiko was convinced he was psychic as he landed the last two hard strikes to her pussy within the same breath of her thought. She listed off the last two numbers as his cool palm cupped her sex to give a bit of relief from the hard hits. She fell against his lap as she tried her hardest not to grind against his hand.

“Good,” Mihawk praised briefly, “I guess you aren’t totally beyond hope.”

Himiko hummed in acknowledgment as she pulled back from his lap.

“Love, I’m going to fuck you now, if you’re still up for it,” Mihawk asked. Shanks stirred from his stupor and crawled up to meet Himiko as she made a decision.

“Okay,” she nodded, pussy throbbing not only from pain but also neediness.

“You may cum, but only after I do; is that clear?” Mihawk asked.

“Yes, Sir” she responded with a nod, straddling his lap with shaky legs. Shanks moved in behind her not only to physically support her but also to be there emotionally.

“Sir, may I?” she asked looking up at him.

“Whenever you’re ready darling,” Mihawk responded, hands migrating to her hips. She let out a sigh of relief as the head of his cock breached her slit. As always she eased herself down as slowly as possible to allow her body time to adjust to the girthy intrusion.

“Fuck,” she moaned as he bottomed out.

“Go on, be a good girl and take your load,” Mihawk ordered, grip becoming bruising, as he held himself back from fully taking over. He tried his hardest not to get ahead of himself. He had to pace himself it was only halfway through their first day; and they had a whole week to go. A moan escaped him as she found a steady fast rhythm. Mihawk rubbed up and down her sides. He was close trying to stifle his orgasm for as long as possible.

He only lasted a few more minutes. His downfall was the sight of how beautiful Himiko looked as she lost herself in the feeling of his cock. She let out a moan, as she played with her chest, and ground herself down on his pubic bone for any relief she could find for her clit. He came without warning, his grasp on her hips tightening as he thrusted up hard inside of her. He let out a drawn-out “Fuck,” as Himiko began to bounce on him, still chasing her own release. They moaned in unison. Mihawk from overstimulation and Himiko for the relief Shanks greeted her by rubbing her clit. She came with a shout, before collapsing onto his lap. He held her in his arms, soothingly rubbing up and down on her back, as Shanks slipped out from behind her. He reappeared with a washcloth just as Himiko eased off of his lap. He made quick work of cleaning them before tossing the washcloth in the vicinity of their hamper and joining them in a cuddly mess.

“So, I guess you won huh?” Shanks said over Himiko’s shoulder as she began to slip into sleep.

“I don’t think I’ve ever lost when either of you are involved,” Mihawk answered, pulling him in for a chaste kiss.

MASTERLIST

[le-trash-prince]

em. em please. tell me about q6 please

please

oh god okay (tldhb speculation/potential spoilers under the cut)

so like

Exhibit A. BenzGarfield have had three days of filming together so far. Q5, Q6, and Q7

BenzGarfield bts uploaded during Q5 (only counting shots of them together)

BenzGarfield bts uploaded during Q6:

literally nothing except Garfield was in the bg of a clip of Benz if you squinted???

BenzGarfield bts uploaded during Q7:

Essentially there is a pattern of lots of pics of them together, but during Q6… nothing. Even though they WERE on set at the same time, we didn’t see zip of what they were doing. Why was the staff suddenly keeping things locked down tight? To drive me insane, perhaps???

Exhibit B: the house

Methas, JJ, and Plawan were all seen at the house used during Q6 (and so far used only during Q6). (The room Benz is sleeping in is behind the TV)

Possibly for whatever reason this could have been Plawan’s house, except during Q7, they filmed in what was really apparently Plawan’s home, with model pictures pasted all over the walls

Not only a diff set but also the same place used for Jeff/Charlie’s apt

Which implies that Q6 house is JJ’s house, and Methas had a scene/scenes there. That the staff didn’t show.

Exhibit C: the timeframe

They filmed at a market with Sailub in the morning and then moved here afterwards. Despite not having a morning shoot, and having a day off the day before, Benz was napping on the couch in the middle of the day. Perhaps to prepare for a late night shoot? Because they went late, like 2am at least, because staff kept consistently posting set pictures (with no cast) hour after hour into the night. Again, driving me crazy because at this point the jokes that “oh they’re not showing pics bc they’re fucking” are in full force, but we don’t know if Pon is there still or what is going on (and won’t have confirmation til the next day that this is JJ’s house). Pon tweets about going to bed but absolute radio silence from Benz and Garfield (and Garfield likes to whine about being sleepy)

And as for Exhibit D………. The most damning evidence of all but also it’s a foot jumpscare SORRY

Staff uploads this at around 1:30am Bangkok time??? Someone in a TOWEL watching replay footage and clenching his feet in a way that makes the staff laugh?? By someone I mean Garfield, don’t ask me to shame myself, just trust that these are Garfield’s feet—I told you the evidence wasn’t even funny ahdjfjdnd

Anyways yeah they absolutely filmed a love scene, or SOMETHING with a be-toweled Garfield at JJ’s house with Methas there that the staff didn’t want us to see!!!! Me and my moot felt so insane yesterday but like there’s no other explanation. I had hoped they’d give MethasJJ the AlanJeff treatment in terms of “expanding from the novel and giving them kiss/love scenes” but didn’t want to get my expectations up but like….. yeah now I’m just trying to brace myself LMFAO.