#happily ever after extras

[natolesims]

Peak sibling dynamic: Adult ed. I swear I can't have a normal get together with this family.

[misersdream]

Slay the Prince - Happily Ever After

[kyouka-supremacy]

(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[bloomingkyras]

Ending Mint Gen with Family photoshoot 📸.

[lithi]

Andersen’s The Little mermaid Seiusa AU…. Woah… My brain….

[deathbyclown]

The Ride Home, part 2 Pairing: Shanks x Buggy Rating: Explicit Words: 5400

Summary: Buggy's sorting through some emotional bullshit and being very selfish, but Shanks offers a solution. And then Buggy fucks him.

Mild angst once again, but a cheesy little happy ending to make things good before the new episode of one piece drops.

((A/N: I had this chapter pretty much written, but then I read it and hated it so I wrote something else! Enjoy!))

Link to Part 1 

Link to AO3 (Chapter 2) 

The navigator said it would take about a week to reach his ship. One whole week on this shitty cage of a ship, stuck to interact with Shanks. Buggy was not looking forward to it.

Buggy had basked in the attention from his followers earlier in the day but now it was becoming a nuisance. He didn’t have a single moment to be alone, and he couldn’t stop thinking about last night. He thought about Shanks, his lips, the way they looked covered in his lipstick, how they felt on his skin, how they looked wrapped around his dick. Buggy had to adjust himself quite a bit that morning. It was making a lot of conversations very awkward and he was getting progressively more irritated. He was annoyed with his crew, annoyed with Shanks, annoyed with himself. He needed to be alone, to be away from everyone pestering him about Shanks, about the war, about Whitebeard. He didn’t want to think about that!!! He wanted to erase everything that happened last night!! Well…maybe not everything. He was consumed with images from his evening with Shanks; his beautiful smile, his shining eyes, his calloused fingers skimming his belly and thighs, pushing inside of him. Buggy felt his cock twitch, and he grit his teeth, making some of his followers ask what was wrong. He really needed a drink.

Buggy snuck away and wandered the halls of the ship trying to sniff out a bottle alcohol he could swipe without drawing too much attention to himself. He had a hell of a time breaking away from his followers, but now that he was alone, rummaging through the crates at the bottom of Shank’s ship, he was forced to think about last night, and his actions this morning.

This was exactly what he was trying to avoid, dwelling on Shanks, on their ‘relationship’ (whatever the hell that was!), and reliving every little moment from their interactions. But he couldn’t help himself. Everything Shanks gave him last night was what he craved, what he longed for when he was away from him. And he hated himself for being so weak for it. Nothing would change!

He pushed over a crate in his frustration, letting it crash to the floor. He really didn’t give a fuck anymore if he made a mess or if someone found him. He was all alone, he couldn’t stop thinking about Shanks, and he still had no alcohol!! He wanted to break something, to destroy, to load up a cannon with one of his Buggy Balls ™ and wipe out an island and watch it smolder.

“Stealing from another pirate? Tsk tsk tsk.” Shanks voice said airily behind him.

Buggy whipped around, his lips pulled into a snarl.

“What’re you gonna do? Execute me?” Buggy sneered, crossing his arms to hide his shaking. He couldn’t help the thrill of being caught, and by Shanks of all people. He was excited to see him, and scared, the pulse of adrenaline coursing through him made him ready to lash out.

Shanks fought a smile and took a few steps forward, fingertips dragging over the rough wooden crates.

“Should I cut off your head, like when we were kids?” He tried to keep his face neutral but his eyes shone with mischief.

Buggy rolled his eyes and turned his back to Shanks. He had forgotten about that, when they would play with Buggy’s new powers. It made something ache in him.

“I’ll do you one better.” Buggy detached his left arm and tossed it to Shanks.

“You can borrow that, since you’re one short.” Buggy snickered, continuing to open crates, looking for his alcohol.

Shanks was quiet for a moment before bursting into laughter. “You’re such an asshole.” He said affectionately, holding onto Buggy’s arm like it was a bouquet of flowers.

“You’re the asshole.” Buggy huffed back, starting to feel the space shrink with just the two of them there. He needed a drink, and to be alone, but not alone with his thoughts. And he especially didn’t need Shanks here…distracting him.

“Buggy,” Shanks started softly, his voice suddenly closer and Buggy turned around to see Shanks just a few steps behind him. Shanks continued forward, making Buggy lean back on some boxes, and suddenly he felt trapped.

“We should talk about this morning. And last night.” Shanks said gently, his face so sweet and open. It made Buggy want to punch him.

“Fuck off!” Buggy shoved at Shanks’ shoulder, stealing back his arm and popping it into place. He tried to push past Shanks, but he stopped him, his hand gripping Buggy’s shoulder.

“What the hell is your problem!?” Shanks snapped, shoving Buggy back. “I’m trying to make things right, why are you acting like this?” His eyes searched Buggy’s, Shanks’ gaze making him feel naked, exposed.

“Because!” Buggy yelled, bristling, all his nerves tingling, ready for a fight. He needed to leave. Now.

“Because why? Tell me!” Shanks pushed, crowding him further.

Buggy grabbed two handfuls of Shanks shirt, ready to throw him off, trying to keep him at bay.

“BECAUSE I HATE YOU!” Buggy screamed.

Shanks went still, totally silent, and Buggy panted, hands trembling as they gripped Shanks’ shirt harder than they needed to.

“Because I love you.” Buggy whispered. “And you don’t love me back.” Buggy regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He sounded pathetic, and he felt it too.

Shanks face softened, his hand closing over one of Buggy’s wrists.

“I do love you. I’ve always loved you, Buggy.” He confessed, face flushed and earnest.

Buggy crashed their lips together, kissing him desperately. He loves Shanks and Shanks loves him back! But it wasn’t that simple, was it? Nothing had changed. He knew this, heard the same words before. But still they parted ways. Still he sailed away, alone, waiting for this moment again. But what did it matter when they were together right now? He wanted this, wanted to be with him again, wanted to spend every waking moment together, wanted to take him, consume him.

Shanks kissed him back, their mouths opening to one another, tongues pushing, curling, tasting. Buggy moaned into the kiss, hands sliding around Shanks, pulling him close, hugging him tightly.

Shanks broke off the kiss, hand moving to cup Buggy’s face.

“Should we take this back to my room?” Shanks murmured, eyes dark, his lips red from Buggy’s lipstick.

And once again reality hit him. Shanks loved him, this was as far as he’d go to show it. Sex.

Buggy pushed him away, making Shanks stumble backward, clearly thrown off guard, brow furrowing in confusion.

“You love me, but not the way I love you.” Buggy said quietly, suddenly empty.

“What do you mean by that?” Shanks asked, straightening.

“Would you ever give up being a captain?” Buggy asked, watching intently, trying to gauge his reaction.

He looked surprised and slowly shook his head. “Maybe someday, but I still have things I need to do.” He paused. “What about you, Buggy? Would you ever stop being a captain?”

“Hell no! I worked hard for my crew!” Buggy answered passionately.

Shanks gave him a sad smile, nodding in agreement.

“I think…we love each other, Buggy, but we both have our own lives to lead.” He said gently, as if he was trying not to upset him.

“Whatever.” Buggy pushed past Shanks and stormed away. He didn’t want to think about his words. Because Buggy wasn’t entirely truthful. He’d consider sharing in the responsibilities of captain if it meant he could be with Shanks, could help him become Pirate King. Nothing’s changed. They’re still the same people wanting different things. Shanks has never made the offer to join him again! And like hell if Buggy was going to beg!! Especially with how everything turned out the last time… Shanks could beg him instead! If he loved Buggy, why wouldn’t he? He should move oceans to get him to stay!!

…

“We should talk about this morning. And last night.” Shanks said gently, his face so sweet and open. It made Buggy want to punch him.

“Fuck off!” Buggy shoved at Shanks’ shoulder, stealing back his arm and popping it into place. He tried to push past Shanks, but he stopped him, his hand gripping Buggy’s shoulder.

“What the hell is your problem!?” Shanks snapped, shoving Buggy back. “I’m trying to make things right, why are you acting like this?” His eyes searched Buggy’s, Shanks’ gaze making him feel naked, exposed.

“Because!” Buggy yelled, bristling, all his nerves tingling, ready for a fight. He needed to leave. Now.

“Because why? Tell me!” Shanks pushed, crowding him further.

Buggy grabbed two handfuls of Shanks shirt, ready to throw him off, trying to keep him at bay.

“BECAUSE I HATE YOU!” Buggy screamed.

Shanks went still, totally silent, and Buggy panted, hands trembling as they gripped Shanks’ shirt harder than they needed to.

“Because I love you.” Buggy whispered. “And you don’t love me back.” Buggy regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He sounded pathetic, and he felt it too.

Shanks face softened, his hand closing over one of Buggy’s wrists.

“I do love you. I’ve always loved you, Buggy.” He confessed, face flushed and earnest.

Buggy crashed their lips together, kissing him desperately. He loves Shanks and Shanks loves him back! But it wasn’t that simple, was it? Nothing had changed. He knew this, heard the same words before. But still they parted ways. Still he sailed away, alone, waiting for this moment again. But what did it matter when they were together right now? He wanted this, wanted to be with him again, wanted to spend every waking moment together, wanted to take him, consume him.

Shanks kissed him back, their mouths opening to one another, tongues pushing, curling, tasting. Buggy moaned into the kiss, hands sliding around Shanks, pulling him close, hugging him tightly.

Shanks broke off the kiss, hand moving to cup Buggy’s face.

“Should we take this back to my room?” Shanks murmured, eyes dark, his lips red from Buggy’s lipstick.

And once again reality hit him. Shanks loved him, this was as far as he’d go to show it. Sex.

Buggy pushed him away, making Shanks stumble backward, clearly thrown off guard, brow furrowing in confusion.

“You love me, but not the way I love you.” Buggy said quietly, suddenly empty.

“What do you mean by that?” Shanks asked, straightening.

“Would you ever give up being a captain?” Buggy asked, watching intently, trying to gauge his reaction.

He looked surprised and slowly shook his head. “Maybe someday, but I still have things I need to do.” He paused. “What about you, Buggy? Would you ever stop being a captain?”

“Hell no! I worked hard for my crew!” Buggy answered passionately.

Shanks gave him a sad smile, nodding in agreement.

“I think…we love each other, Buggy, but we both have our own lives to lead.” He said gently, as if he was trying not to upset him.

“Whatever.” Buggy pushed past Shanks and stormed away. He didn’t want to think about his words. Because Buggy wasn’t entirely truthful. He’d consider sharing in the responsibilities of captain if it meant he could be with Shanks, could help him become Pirate King. Nothing’s changed. They’re still the same people wanting different things. Shanks has never made the offer to join him again! And like hell if Buggy was going to beg!! Especially with how everything turned out the last time… Shanks could beg him instead! If he loved Buggy, why wouldn’t he? He should move oceans to get him to stay!!

…

Shanks had the two crews eat in shifts to accommodate all the extra people on the ship. So Buggy, Mr.3, and a few of his new recruits sat at one of the tables in the mess hall, telling stories while they ate and drank. There was alcohol(finally), but it was a light ale, nothing hard. Buggy had a sinking feeling most of the day, hating himself for wanting to see Shanks. He needed to stay strong, not give in to his physical desires…which was not his strong suit. He was a hedonist, he liked everything and lots of it, all the time. Drinking, attention, eating; if it gave him physical pleasure he didn’t shy away from it. And unfortunately that included sex with Shanks. Normally he didn’t crave sex like that. He’d masturbate, certainly, but being close to someone else like that, it made him cringe. But when it was Shanks… it felt so different.

“We got anything harder to drink!?” Buggy shouted suddenly, holding up his cup. The people around him cheered, holding up their cups as well.

“I think we can make that happen.” Shanks rested a hand on Buggy’s shoulder and Buggy’s grin froze to his face.

“I’ve got some aged whiskey in my room that I’d hate to drink by myself” Shanks said softly in Buggy’s ear, only for him to hear.

Buggy nodded robotically, a cold sweat breaking out over his skin. Shanks departed with a friendly smile and a wave and now Buggy had to decide if he wanted to follow or stay here.

He made all kinds of excuses in his mind not to go, which delayed his trip to Shanks long enough that barrels of rum made their way to the mess hall. Everyone started drinking, Buggy included, and he was tipsy when he got the courage to make his way to Shanks’ room.

Buggy stood in front of the door, sweating, wishing he hadn’t opened his stupid mouth this morning. He knocked lightly at the door, hoping Shanks wouldn’t hear it and he could wander off, but the door swung open shortly after he knocked. Shanks greeted him with a smile and pulled him into a hug.

“Wasn’t sure if you were coming. I’m glad to see you” he breathed into Buggy’s hair.

Buggy didn’t hug him back but he didn’t push him away either. It felt so good to be close to him like this, and he sighed, resting his head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. About everything. Let me make it up to you, tonight.” Shanks lips skimmed the curve of his ear. He kissed downward, to his cheek and without thinking Buggy turned his head so their lips met. He shouldn’t be doing this, but each touch, each kiss made him forget why he was mad at Shanks, made him crave more, crave everything he missed when he and Shanks were parted.

“Let’s have that drink, hmm?” Shanks offered, grabbing Buggy’s hand and guiding him over to the desk.

Both chairs were on the same side now, a bottle of fancy looking whiskey and two short glasses sat on the desk, along with…

“Ooo, are those chips?” Buggy zeroed in on the open bag of seasoned potato chips immediately.

“Your favorite.” Shanks grinned, pouring two fingers of whiskey for both of them. He held out a glass for Buggy, who already removed his gloves and grabbed a handful of chips from the bag. Buggy accepted the offered glass and Shanks held it up, clearly for a toast. Buggy begrudgingly held his up, rolling his eyes at Shanks’ pleased look.

“To survivors. To pirates. To us.” Shanks clinked his glass against Buggy’s and took a large swallow. Buggy nodded, sipping his but sputtered as soon as it hit the back of his throat. It burned so badly!! Buggy coughed, grimacing as Shanks laughed at him.

“Fuck you!” Buggy struggled out between coughs. “This is shit.” Buggy said with a frown, taking a smaller sip this time. It was still alcohol, after all. Buggy brought the handful of chips to his mouth and shoved in the whole pile, crunching away, hoping to chase away the burn from the alcohol. It was his favorite snack food, salty and seasoned with onion and garlic and paprika. It’s been his favorite since he was a kid. He tried not to think too hard about how Shanks remembered that.

The two of them ended up drinking the entire bottle together (most of it was Shanks) and Buggy easily finished the entire bag of chips.

They were nursing their final glasses of whiskey, shooting the shit, reminiscing about when they were kids, sharing gossip from their crews. The conversation lulled and Buggy sucked at his fingers, wishing he had more chips.

“I was thinking about what you said this morning.” Shanks said softly.

Buggy froze, eyes flicking to Shanks’ face, fingers still in his mouth. Why the hell was he bringing this up now!?

“Maybe we won’t give up being captains, but what if we sailed together anyway?” He offered, fidgeting in his seat, clearly nervous.

Buggy pulled his fingers from his mouth with a ‘pop.’ “What the hell does that mean?! ‘Sail together.’” Buggy used air quotes, his fingers glistening in the lamplight. “You’re drunk!”

“Yes! I am! Please Buggy, think about it. We could be part of the same fleet! You’d still be captain, and so would I! Maybe we can’t give up on our lives but that doesn’t mean we have to be apart!” Shanks said excitedly, getting progressively louder.

“And what if I want to find treasure? You gonna follow me around?” Buggy scoffed, crossing his arms, wiping his fingers off on his shirt, and leaning back in his chair.

“Sure! But that means you have to follow me, too.”

Buggy just stared at him, mouth open in disbelief. His brain was trying to chug into gear, but the alcohol made everything slow. Shanks wanted…to sail with him. Together…

“You’re so…stupid. What the fuck are you even talking about?”

Shanks clasped Buggy’s hand, pulling it close to his chest.

“You can call me as many names as you want, just say you’ll sail with me.” Shanks pressed a kiss to Buggy’s knuckles and Buggy’s whole body heated, his face turning bright red.

“Stop! Enough!” Buggy ripped his hand from Shanks’ grasp and lunged at him from his seat, gripping his shoulders. “Don’t jerk me around! You’re drunk! You don’t know what you’re saying. How can you expect me to say yes to an offer like this?” Buggy asked, incredulous, shoving at him but letting his hands slip down to his chest as Shanks put his hand to Buggy’s face, cupping his cheek.

“We should talk about this morning. And last night.” Shanks said gently, his face so sweet and open. It made Buggy want to punch him.

“Fuck off!” Buggy shoved at Shanks’ shoulder, stealing back his arm and popping it into place. He tried to push past Shanks, but he stopped him, his hand gripping Buggy’s shoulder.

“What the hell is your problem!?” Shanks snapped, shoving Buggy back. “I’m trying to make things right, why are you acting like this?” His eyes searched Buggy’s, Shanks’ gaze making him feel naked, exposed.

“Because!” Buggy yelled, bristling, all his nerves tingling, ready for a fight. He needed to leave. Now.

“Because why? Tell me!” Shanks pushed, crowding him further.

Buggy grabbed two handfuls of Shanks shirt, ready to throw him off, trying to keep him at bay.

“BECAUSE I HATE YOU!” Buggy screamed.

Shanks went still, totally silent, and Buggy panted, hands trembling as they gripped Shanks’ shirt harder than they needed to.

“Because I love you.” Buggy whispered. “And you don’t love me back.” Buggy regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He sounded pathetic, and he felt it too.

Shanks face softened, his hand closing over one of Buggy’s wrists.

“I do love you. I’ve always loved you, Buggy.” He confessed, face flushed and earnest.

Buggy crashed their lips together, kissing him desperately. He loves Shanks and Shanks loves him back! But it wasn’t that simple, was it? Nothing had changed. He knew this, heard the same words before. But still they parted ways. Still he sailed away, alone, waiting for this moment again. But what did it matter when they were together right now? He wanted this, wanted to be with him again, wanted to spend every waking moment together, wanted to take him, consume him.

Shanks kissed him back, their mouths opening to one another, tongues pushing, curling, tasting. Buggy moaned into the kiss, hands sliding around Shanks, pulling him close, hugging him tightly.

Shanks broke off the kiss, hand moving to cup Buggy’s face.

“Should we take this back to my room?” Shanks murmured, eyes dark, his lips red from Buggy’s lipstick.

And once again reality hit him. Shanks loved him, this was as far as he’d go to show it. Sex.

Buggy pushed him away, making Shanks stumble backward, clearly thrown off guard, brow furrowing in confusion.

“You love me, but not the way I love you.” Buggy said quietly, suddenly empty.

“What do you mean by that?” Shanks asked, straightening.

“Would you ever give up being a captain?” Buggy asked, watching intently, trying to gauge his reaction.

He looked surprised and slowly shook his head. “Maybe someday, but I still have things I need to do.” He paused. “What about you, Buggy? Would you ever stop being a captain?”

“Hell no! I worked hard for my crew!” Buggy answered passionately.

Shanks gave him a sad smile, nodding in agreement.

“I think…we love each other, Buggy, but we both have our own lives to lead.” He said gently, as if he was trying not to upset him.

“Whatever.” Buggy pushed past Shanks and stormed away. He didn’t want to think about his words. Because Buggy wasn’t entirely truthful. He’d consider sharing in the responsibilities of captain if it meant he could be with Shanks, could help him become Pirate King. Nothing’s changed. They’re still the same people wanting different things. Shanks has never made the offer to join him again! And like hell if Buggy was going to beg!! Especially with how everything turned out the last time… Shanks could beg him instead! If he loved Buggy, why wouldn’t he? He should move oceans to get him to stay!!

…

Shanks had the two crews eat in shifts to accommodate all the extra people on the ship. So Buggy, Mr.3, and a few of his new recruits sat at one of the tables in the mess hall, telling stories while they ate and drank. There was alcohol(finally), but it was a light ale, nothing hard. Buggy had a sinking feeling most of the day, hating himself for wanting to see Shanks. He needed to stay strong, not give in to his physical desires…which was not his strong suit. He was a hedonist, he liked everything and lots of it, all the time. Drinking, attention, eating; if it gave him physical pleasure he didn’t shy away from it. And unfortunately that included sex with Shanks. Normally he didn’t crave sex like that. He’d masturbate, certainly, but being close to someone else like that, it made him cringe. But when it was Shanks… it felt so different.

“We got anything harder to drink!?” Buggy shouted suddenly, holding up his cup. The people around him cheered, holding up their cups as well.

“I think we can make that happen.” Shanks rested a hand on Buggy’s shoulder and Buggy’s grin froze to his face.

“I’ve got some aged whiskey in my room that I’d hate to drink by myself” Shanks said softly in Buggy’s ear, only for him to hear.

Buggy nodded robotically, a cold sweat breaking out over his skin. Shanks departed with a friendly smile and a wave and now Buggy had to decide if he wanted to follow or stay here.

He made all kinds of excuses in his mind not to go, which delayed his trip to Shanks long enough that barrels of rum made their way to the mess hall. Everyone started drinking, Buggy included, and he was tipsy when he got the courage to make his way to Shanks’ room.

Buggy stood in front of the door, sweating, wishing he hadn’t opened his stupid mouth this morning. He knocked lightly at the door, hoping Shanks wouldn’t hear it and he could wander off, but the door swung open shortly after he knocked. Shanks greeted him with a smile and pulled him into a hug.

“Wasn’t sure if you were coming. I’m glad to see you” he breathed into Buggy’s hair.

Buggy didn’t hug him back but he didn’t push him away either. It felt so good to be close to him like this, and he sighed, resting his head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. About everything. Let me make it up to you, tonight.” Shanks lips skimmed the curve of his ear. He kissed downward, to his cheek and without thinking Buggy turned his head so their lips met. He shouldn’t be doing this, but each touch, each kiss made him forget why he was mad at Shanks, made him crave more, crave everything he missed when he and Shanks were parted.

“Let’s have that drink, hmm?” Shanks offered, grabbing Buggy’s hand and guiding him over to the desk.

Both chairs were on the same side now, a bottle of fancy looking whiskey and two short glasses sat on the desk, along with…

“Ooo, are those chips?” Buggy zeroed in on the open bag of seasoned potato chips immediately.

“Your favorite.” Shanks grinned, pouring two fingers of whiskey for both of them. He held out a glass for Buggy, who already removed his gloves and grabbed a handful of chips from the bag. Buggy accepted the offered glass and Shanks held it up, clearly for a toast. Buggy begrudgingly held his up, rolling his eyes at Shanks’ pleased look.

“To survivors. To pirates. To us.” Shanks clinked his glass against Buggy’s and took a large swallow. Buggy nodded, sipping his but sputtered as soon as it hit the back of his throat. It burned so badly!! Buggy coughed, grimacing as Shanks laughed at him.

“Fuck you!” Buggy struggled out between coughs. “This is shit.” Buggy said with a frown, taking a smaller sip this time. It was still alcohol, after all. Buggy brought the handful of chips to his mouth and shoved in the whole pile, crunching away, hoping to chase away the burn from the alcohol. It was his favorite snack food, salty and seasoned with onion and garlic and paprika. It’s been his favorite since he was a kid. He tried not to think too hard about how Shanks remembered that.

The two of them ended up drinking the entire bottle together (most of it was Shanks) and Buggy easily finished the entire bag of chips.

They were nursing their final glasses of whiskey, shooting the shit, reminiscing about when they were kids, sharing gossip from their crews. The conversation lulled and Buggy sucked at his fingers, wishing he had more chips.

“I was thinking about what you said this morning.” Shanks said softly.

Buggy froze, eyes flicking to Shanks’ face, fingers still in his mouth. Why the hell was he bringing this up now!?

“Maybe we won’t give up being captains, but what if we sailed together anyway?” He offered, fidgeting in his seat, clearly nervous.

Buggy pulled his fingers from his mouth with a ‘pop.’ “What the hell does that mean?! ‘Sail together.’” Buggy used air quotes, his fingers glistening in the lamplight. “You’re drunk!”

“Yes! I am! Please Buggy, think about it. We could be part of the same fleet! You’d still be captain, and so would I! Maybe we can’t give up on our lives but that doesn’t mean we have to be apart!” Shanks said excitedly, getting progressively louder.

“And what if I want to find treasure? You gonna follow me around?” Buggy scoffed, crossing his arms, wiping his fingers off on his shirt, and leaning back in his chair.

“Sure! But that means you have to follow me, too.”

Buggy just stared at him, mouth open in disbelief. His brain was trying to chug into gear, but the alcohol made everything slow. Shanks wanted…to sail with him. Together…

“You’re so…stupid. What the fuck are you even talking about?”

Shanks clasped Buggy’s hand, pulling it close to his chest.

“You can call me as many names as you want, just say you’ll sail with me.” Shanks pressed a kiss to Buggy’s knuckles and Buggy’s whole body heated, his face turning bright red.

“Stop! Enough!” Buggy ripped his hand from Shanks’ grasp and lunged at him from his seat, gripping his shoulders. “Don’t jerk me around! You’re drunk! You don’t know what you’re saying. How can you expect me to say yes to an offer like this?” Buggy asked, incredulous, shoving at him but letting his hands slip down to his chest as Shanks put his hand to Buggy’s face, cupping his cheek.

“I might be drunk, but I know I love you. And I don’t think I can let you go again. So please. Say yes.” His eyes shone, pulling Buggy in close enough for him to smell the whiskey on his breath.

Buggy gripped the hair on the back of Shanks’ head, pulling it, making him crane his neck. He hovered over him, his teeth bared. Shanks eyes widen, his lips parted, his breath hitched, and Buggy looked over his face.

“Fuck. You.” Buggy spit, pulling harder at Shanks’ hair making him gasp. Buggy closed the distance between them, licking into Shanks’ mouth, devouring him, teeth clacking and scraping.

“You think you can say something like that and everything will be fixed?” Buggy panted into Shanks mouth. “You really know how to piss me off.” He growled, smashing their lips back together, not letting Shanks get in a word.

Shanks made a sound in in throat, whether in protest or pleasure, Buggy didn’t know or care, but Shanks kissed him back. Buggy sat down on Shanks lap, hard enough to make him grunt and used both hands to hold onto Shanks’ face as he ravaged his mouth.

This dumb motherfucker!! Of course Buggy wanted it! Wanted to spend his life sailing the seas with Shanks. It sounded wonderful and terrible and his heart ached for it. But Shanks thinks he can just ask like this? Late at night, both of them drunk, with no guarantee that this idea, this little spark of hope would survive until morning? How dare he get Buggy’s hopes up.

Buggy broke away, leaving them both panting, saliva making their lips glisten, red smeared over both of their mouths.

“Get on the bed.” Buggy ordered, his voice unusually deep.

“Yes.” Shanks breathed, eyes dark and hazy.

Buggy gripped Shanks’ neck, firmly, not hard enough to cut off air, but enough for him to struggle.

“It’s my turn tonight, and I want you to beg. I want you to beg me to be with you. Until I know you won’t change your mind. Beg me until I’m satisfied.”

Shanks moaned, the sound strangled from Buggy’s grip on his throat, attempting to nod.

Buggy released him and moved off his lap.

“Buggy. Please.” Shanks rasped, looking disheveled in his seat, straining in his pants.

Buggy smirked, undoing his cloth belt. “That’s a good start. Now get undressed and get on the bed.”

Shanks stood from his seat, pulling off his shirt, not bothering to unbutton it and tossed it to the floor. He worked at his pants as he hurried to the bed.

Buggy could easily break apart and undress himself, but he took it slow, pulling off the fabric of his belt and letting it fall to the floor.

Buggy unbuttoned his pants, one button at a time, eyes never leaving Shanks, who managed to push his pants and underwear down to his thighs. He had his hand on his dick, stroking himself as he watched Buggy undress.

“Please. I need to see more of you.” He breathed, his hand unhurried.

“You think you deserve that?” Buggy taunted, hands leaving his pants to pull off the ascot around his neck, exposing the mottled skin of bruises that Shanks gave him.

“I just want to make you feel good. Use me.” Shanks pushed his pants off, along with his sandals, spreading his legs, attempting to fully expose himself to Buggy.

He was so beautiful, his thighs paler than his sun-kissed chest, covered in dark red hair, fuzzy, the hair abruptly stopping before making its appearance again at the base of his dick. Buggy wanted to swallow him down, wanted to lick and tease his weeping tip until tears gathered in his eyes, until Shanks was tugging at his hair, begging him for release.

Buggy tossed his ascot to the ground and took a step forward, shrugging off his coat, letting it slowly slide down his arms until it, too, fell to the ground.

“You’re right. I am going to use you.” Buggy removed his hat, tossing it behind him. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t live without me.” He pulled his hair loose, so it fell over his shoulders, removing his bandana in the process.

Shanks bit at his lip, his hand moving faster over his dick, clearly appreciating Buggy’s show.

Buggy crossed his arms in front of him, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and off, letting it join the pile of clothes around him. He took another step forward, running a hand through his hair to push it back out of his face. He purposely flexed, tightening his abdomen and his raised arm, tucking his thumb into the waistband of his pants and pulled down slightly to expose a glimpse of pubic hair.

Shanks watched, his attention rapt, eyes so heavy on Buggy’s exposed skin he could feel it, leaving behind heat and goosebumps. Buggy couldn’t help the grin growing on his face. He hooked both thumbs in his waistband and pushed down his pants, leaving on his underwear, which bulged out, his erection obvious.

“You want this?” Buggy grabbed his cock over his underwear, stroking a hand over himself then flattening the fabric around it to make the outline more obvious.

“Yes.” Shanks breathed, eyes flicking up to Buggy’s face. “Please.” He added when Buggy raised an eyebrow.

Buggy detached from his feet, letting his pants fall off, and hovered over to Shanks, his feet following and reattaching to stand right in front of him. He reached forward and grabbed Shanks hair, pulling his head back. He put two fingers to his lips, pressing lightly, Shanks understood, parting his lips, letting Buggy slide his fingers inside his mouth. Buggy played with his tongue, pushing and pinching it between his pointer and middle finger. Shanks hot breath washed over his hand, panting as Buggy toyed with him.

“Suck.” He demanded, sticking his fingers so far into Shanks’ mouth that he gagged. Shanks wrapped his lips around Buggy’s fingers, doing as he was told, sucking sharply. Buggy groaned softly, watching Shanks’ face, whose eyes were closed as his mouth worked, savoring his fingers like it was candy. His tongue licked over the pads of his fingers, each swipe sending a hot pulse straight to his cock.

Buggy pulled his fingers from Shanks’ mouth and pushed on his shoulder with his other hand, making him fall back onto the bed. He brought his fingers down to the cleft of Shanks’ ass, spreading him as his middle finger found Shanks’ entrance, pushing into the tight ring. Even with the saliva it felt too dry, Shanks’ face scrunching in discomfort. It's what he deserved, the bastard.

“Move up.” Buggy slapped Shanks’ thigh, putting a knee on the bed to follow after him. “And get me the lube. I want you to be nice and wet for me.”

Shanks nodded eagerly, scooting further onto the bed and reaching under the same pillow for the lube they used yesterday. Did he always keep it there? How often was he using it? It didn’t matter. Shanks pressed the tube into Buggy’s hand, getting comfortable and spreading his legs. What a slut. Buggy’s cock twitched at the sight, hands working at the lid of the lube, fumbling as his eyes ate up Shanks spread out for him.

He managed to get some lube squeezed onto his fingers and brought them back to Shanks’ entrance, his finger sliding into him more easily, the only resistance from the tight muscle. Shanks sighed as Buggy slowly sunk his finger into him, until he couldn’t go any deeper. He felt hot, and tight, his smooth insides squeezing him. And the surge of want he felt was powerful. He felt so hard it made him ache; he wanted to be inside of Shanks, wanted to feel him around his cock. But more than that, he wanted to make Shanks beg.

He curled his finger, feeling his insides, pulling out just to his fingertip before pushing back in, the glide easier. Buggy detached his hand, letting it finger Shanks open as he lowered himself to his body, pressing red kisses over his thighs. Buggy had his eyes on Shanks the entire time, watching him as he mouthed over the taut skin of his hips, skipping over his dick entirely, continuing upward, trailing kisses over his abdomen. Buggy straddled him and bent forward, Shanks dick rubbing against his thighs as he leaned over him, kissing his nipples. He locked eyes with Shanks, sticking out his tongue and dragged it over his hardened nipple, making his breath hitch. He let his eyes close and wrapped his lips around the skin of his pec, swirling his tongue. Then he bit down, hard, teeth sinking into skin. Shanks gasped at the pain, trying to push away Buggy’s head, but he did not let go, keeping his teeth there, his tongue thrashing against Shanks’ nipple. He sucked hard at the skin as he pulled away, tasting blood. Shanks grabbed a fistful of his hair and brought Buggy up to him, licking into his mouth, lapping up what little blood was still lingering, sucking Buggy’s tongue into his mouth.

Buggy broke away and latched onto Shanks’ neck, purposefully sucking hickies as he pushed a second finger into him. Shanks let out a moan, the sound vibrating in his throat, where Buggy could feel it on his lips and tongue. He loved hearing that sound, loved hearing any sound of pleasure coming from Shanks, loved being the one to pull it out of him. Buggy scissored his fingers, pressing his tongue over his pulse point. Shanks squirmed under him, gasping, his hand grasping at Buggy’s shoulder. Buggy grinned into his neck, moving his fingers faster, tugging Shanks’ skin between his teeth, then soothing it with his tongue.

Shanks groaned aloud, hand moving down to cup Buggy, his hand dipping into his underwear and stroking him. Buggy pressed his forehead into Shanks’ shoulder, the hot feeling of Shanks’ calloused hand gripping him firmly gave him pause, made him want to enjoy the pleasure of it.

“Please.” Shanks breathed, nearly whining. His hand moved faster over Buggy’s cock, matching the pace of Buggy’s fingers inside of him. He needed to stop Shanks or he’d cum in his underwear. Buggy grabbed Shanks’ arm with his other hand, stilling him and pulling him away from his cock.

“Please, what?” Buggy panted into Shanks’ ear, pushing a third finger into him.

Shanks sucked in a breath through his teeth, letting it out shakily, focused on the feeling of Buggy’s fingers inside of him.

“Hmm? What do you want, Shanks?” Buggy taunted softly, teeth tugging at his lobe.

“You. I want you, Buggy. Please.” Shanks turned his head, eyes closed, pressing his forehead into Buggy’s.

Buggy was caught off guard, his pleas so sincere, so eager, it shot straight through his heart, opened up that gnawing aching part of him that wanted to be wanted. Its what he told Shanks to do, to beg him, but he wasn’t prepared for it to feel like this.

Buggy put a hand behind Shanks’ head and pressed their lips together, mouths moving over one another. He curled his fingers inside of Shanks, pushing into the sensitive skin, searching.

Shanks broke off the kiss, his head pressed into the pillows behind him, panting, his throat exposed, moaning as Buggy’s fingers pressed against his prostate. Buggy pulled his fingers out, leaned over Shanks and grabbed his bottom lip with his teeth, pulling, then releasing as he moved back down his body, tongue and lips working across his skin. Buggy kissed the tip of Shanks’ dick, slick and oozing pre-cum, a long sticky string staying attached to his lips as he kissed down the shaft.

He sat back up, wiping off his slick fingers on his underwear, thumbs hooking into the waistband.

“Again. Tell me what you want.” Buggy’s cock strained in his underwear, a wet spot from his own arousal obvious on the fabric.

“You. Please, Buggy. I want you. I need you.” Shanks pleaded, pulling up his knees, keeping his legs spread.

Hot pleasure washed over him at Shanks’ words. Shanks needs him. He wants him and he needs him. Buggy undressed fully, bare before Shanks, stroking himself. He squeezed lube onto his cock, cold at first, but warming up quickly as he slicked himself. He brought the head of his cock to Shanks’ stretched entrance, pushing, meeting very little resistance as he slid in.

Buggy groaned, Shanks was tight and hot and slick, squeezing him, swallowing him in. Shanks’ lips pressed together, a long soft whine stuck in his throat as Buggy bottomed out, his hips meeting Shanks’ ass. Buggy wrapped a hand around Shanks’ dick, stroking him with his slick hand as he swirled his hips, letting Shanks get used to him.

Shanks’ lips broke open, moaning, his legs trembling as Buggy fisted his dick, shallowly thrusting into him. Buggy leaned over him, pressing kisses to his cheeks and lips, his hand and hips still gently moving.

“Buggy.” Shanks panted, their eyes meeting, “I thought you were going to fuck me?” Shanks grinned, his face flushed, sweaty, his hair disheveled, but his eyes shining.

Buggy’s eyebrows shot up, his mouth dropping open slightly. “You little shit.” He growled, unable to stop his smile. He grabbed Shanks by his hips and thrust sharply, pulling a moan out of Shanks as his hips slapped against his ass. And he didn’t let up, fucking him and pulling him onto his dick with every thrust. Shanks tensed, his whole body taut, his hips held by Buggy, making his back arch. He reached down his hand, stroking his dick as Buggy continued his merciless pace. Shanks’ ass felt so good, there was no way he could keep this up, he was hurtling toward his climax. He needed to make Shanks cum before he shot off too early.

Buggy grabbed Shanks’ legs and bent him slightly, his cock pushing at different angles, leaning further and further over him, until he let go of Shanks’ legs and had his forearms on either side of his head. Shanks gasped, his eyes fluttering, his muscles tensing. There. Right there. Buggy kept the same angle, pounding him, hammering that spot. Buggy’s hand detached and he stroked Shanks, hips moving quickly. Shanks clawed at his back, hot lines from his blunt nails burned against his skin, his brow furrowed, eyes squeezed shut, moaning loudly, a stream of nonsense falling from his lips. Buggy watched his face, mesmerized by his pleasure. He was so beautiful.

“Love you. Love you. Buggy.” Shanks whined, eyes cracking open to look dazedly at Buggy, spilling over Buggy’s hand, shooting cum onto both of their stomachs.

Buggy was entranced, memorizing Shanks’ face as his orgasm washed over him. He kissed him, lips pressing together then pulling away enough for their breath to mingle. Buggy tucked his face into Shanks’ shoulder and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him tight as he continued to fuck him. Shanks clenched around him, whether on purpose or not, he wasn’t sure but he moaned into Shanks’ neck, so close to finishing.

“Tell me you want it.” Buggy panted, his climax building quickly.

“I want it. I want everything you give me.” Shanks breathed back, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Buggy bit Shanks’ shoulder, pounding into him, groaning through his teeth, the hot wave of pleasure crashing over him as he filled Shanks. Buggy shuddered, the aftershocks rocking through him, his teeth set firmly in Shanks’ skin, but not yet breaking it.

Buggy huffed and let go, dropping his head next to Shanks’, his body sinking into him, making Shanks support his whole body weight.

Shanks let out a strained chuckle and wrapped his arm around Buggy’s back, holding him tight, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I love you, Buggy.” Shanks sighed, sounding satisfied.

Buggy nipped Shanks’ neck, lifting up to kiss his lips. “I love you.” He murmured against his lips.

Shanks pulled Buggy close, flipping them, peppering Buggy’s face with kisses.

“Enough! Idiot!” Buggy grumbled, pushing at Shanks’ face, who was still attempting to kiss him, Buggy fighting a smile the whole time.

“Go grab a towel to clean up this mess if you’ve got energy to annoy me.” He huffed, still holding back Shanks’ face, still making kissy noises, his lips moving.

“One more kiss?” Shanks asked, his words muffled by Buggy squeezing his cheeks together.

Buggy rolled his eyes but crack a smile. He let go of Shanks, who pressed one smacking kiss to Buggy’s lips and then sat up, making his way off the bed.

Shanks returned, already clean, wiping down Buggy’s belly and cock, tossing away the towel and pulling the covers over both of them.

Buggy pulled him close and Shanks snuggled into his chest, wrapping his arm around him. They laid there for a while, the lights turned out, the ship quiet, nothing but waves crashing to fill the silence.

“Did you mean it?” Buggy whispered into the darkness. Shanks stirred in his arms, tilting his head up to look at Buggy.

“Hm?” Shanks hummed, close to drifting off.

“That we can sail together?” Buggy asked, even quieter than before.

Shanks sat up suddenly, making Buggy jump. Shanks grabbed his hand, holding it to his chest.

“I meant every word.”

Buggy huffed, pulling his hand from Shanks’ grasp. He yanked Shanks back down, pulling him into a hug and kissed the top of his head.

”You better have, or I’m gonna kick your ass.” Buggy threatened into his hair.

Shanks chuckled and held Buggy tighter.

They laid there, relaxing into one another, the room quiet once more.

“I get to be the Commodore, if we’re becoming a fleet.” Buggy announced.

Shanks huffed a sleepy laugh. “We’re just captains. Equal partners. No one is becoming a Commodore.”

“Fine.” Buggy sighed, glad Shanks couldn’t see the conspiratorial look on his face. Buggy would definitely be calling himself Commodore on his own ship.

[francy-sketches]

I hateeee how asoiaf has just become the "incest books lol" to so many people. what a dumb and reductive way to look at a series that has so much more like. of all the things you could say are the central themes of asoiaf incest in not one of them lmao.(yes obviously it's present, but not nearly as much as people make it out to be) And this isn't about people who havent read it and are just judging from the outside bc who gives a shit about them. But I see this mostly from fans and its just??? what the fuck did you read/watch lmao. I mean even hotd which centers around thee incest family isnt about the incest and you'd have to have negative media literacy to think it is.

Also it's fucking insane how being uncomfortable with incest shipping gets you ridiculed in this fandom lmao. like I'm not here to be the morality police ship whatever the fuck you want idc. but dont be surprised when it makes people uncomfortable??? "ummm if you dont like incest why are you reading the incest books/watching the incest show??? weirdo" I dont fucking know man maybe all the other 348593 interesting things it's about. just a guess. And these are the same people who go on about "well just bc you write something fucked up doest mean you agree with it" which. yes! true!! then why do you uncritically endorse targ incest blood purity 😭 do you think maybe that's one of the things grrm wrote that he doesnt agree with? of course not, hotd is a cautionary tale about the dangers of not doing incest and what happens when you let your pure valyrian blood be contaminated by gross peasant genes from outside your family ^_^ obviously ^_^ and anyone who's not into your incest ships is a bigot <3 "but it's normal in their world!1!11!!!" no its not lol. and even if it was. marrying children is also normal in their world what's your point

[floralpunkbarton]

i've been thinking about a erke/stowe/eivor arranged marriage plot for two days now i'm so down bad for this ship i don't even particularly LIKE arranged marriage as a trope

[spicysucculentz]

I finally started writing my codywan mandalorian au!! Like all my other fics I doubt it will ever be finished or posted but that’s ok!! I’m enjoying it

[patheticbatman]

Part Three

I'm very proud of these dolls, and I'm also leaving them at my parents' house, so I did a little photoshoot with some books as background so I can have nice pictures of them.

This is the third post, so check out the first for more info!

First up is Vanellope with Museum of Thieves, by Liam Tanner. It’s about a young girl who lives in a 1800s/early 1900s esque city that has extremely oppressive “protective” laws around children (they’re literally chained all the time, for one). Then she ‘steals herself’ and finds a wonderful and dark refuge in the Museum of Thieves. I feel like this would really appeal to Vanellope, as a chaotic and free spirited girl herself.

(Also I think the game on the books website still work, I played it at least a few years ago, which is great! Really reminds me of when I was young and the internet was more free)

Second is Sofia the First with my DP anthology (Happily Ever After Stories, author: I forgot to write that down) that I’ve had since I was at least 4 (Please excuse the sun damage). I seriously considered letting Kida have this one, because she actually had a story in here, but then I realized that I had a better one for her. But I feel like Sofia the first would probably love this. I think it has all the Disney Princesses up to Mulan (because this was published before The Princess and The Frog), plus Alice in Wonderland and Kida? But I don’t remember rn. For some reason I feel like the latest official DP in there is Jasmine. I’m not super familiar with Sofia or her related characters but I felt she should be included.

Third is Sofia’s sister Amber, with A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett. I feel like she would read this, empathize heavily with Sarah, and unironically not realize she would be part of the problem. Or at least, the version of her from the beginning of Sofia’s tv show would bully Sarah. (Yes she’s a different type of doll than the others but she came free with some of the harder to find ones I ordered off of Ebay.)

Fourth is Elsa with My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult. I’m not sure mentally HealthIER (she still has a ways to go IMO) Elsa from the end of the second movie would read this. But I KNOW depressed Elsa would read this just to torture herself.

Fifth is Anna and Olaf with Frozen II Movie Theatre Storybook & Movie Projector by Marilyn Easton. I bought this before the movie came out, and sadly it did not contain much more info than the trailers gave us. But it’s still fun to have, and the stylization was pretty. The projector still works, though I need to clean the film. I used to have a bunch of these as a kid. Definitely had a Sleeping Beauty one. In any case, I feel like Anna would be delighted to see an illustrated version of her adventures, and once I thought of using this book, I couldn’t think up anything I’d want to use more as Anna’s background.

Sixth is Kristoff and Sven with It’s A Magical World, A Calvin and Hobbes Collection by Bill Watterson. I feel like Kristoff would enjoy the often dry humor, the lovely artwork, Calvin’s cuteness sometimes, and the relationship between Calvin and HIS animal friend, Hobbes. I actually have a bunch of these compilations but of course I picked the winter one for Kristoff lol. I know he isn’t a Dp but he came out in the same line and I like him anyhow.

Seventh is Elena of Avalon with Kamaisama Kiss (Kamisama Hajimemashita) by Julietta Suzuki. I don’t know a ton about Elena, but both she and Nanami had a sucky life for a while, and then were suddenly given a lot of power and magic, and silly hijinks ensued.

Eight is Moana and a pet chicken with Time Cat, by Lloyd Alexander. She probably doesn’t even know wha a cat IS, so I feel like from start to finish she would be enthralled with all the cultures and the main concept of Time Travel within the book.

Ninth is Raya with Dragon Bones, by Patricia Briggs. I think she’d pick it up, excited to read about Dragons, and then be so mystified with many of the concepts she wouldn’t be able to put it down. Coincidentally it also has a Dragon who can turn human and is pretty much the only one left. No it is not the human on the cover.

Last for this post is Namaari with Dragonworld, by many different people. It’s basically an art book with many different interpretations of Dragons. I think Namaari is the BIGGEST dragon nerd out of the characters in Raya’s movie, so this would definitely be right up her alley.

Part One

Part Two

Part Four

[ssaalexblake]

Okay though... While Yaz not saying goodbye to 13 (and she Did say goodbye, both of them did, they just didn’t say the Word) was not only compassionate to the fact that 13 hates it, but also a sign that Yaz is the doctor whom, you know, isn’t famed for their ability to say goodbye. 

[natolesims]

Pumpkin spice and everything nice 🍁🍂

[somnoir]

My father's secretary

Danny Fenton did not expect to be secretary material but after 7 years of being a hero and having Jazz as his elder sister, he was damn good at it. He needed a job, he knew that, and Wayne Enterprises was willing to hire a 21 year old taking online college classes for aerospace engineering.

And he was fucking thankful for that cause Mr. Wayne was pretty neat and bought him good food and coffee whenever he looked out of it. Half his family were already in Gotham with only his parents in Amity. They were finally reformed and now their research finally advocated for the rights of ghosts and spread awareness on their culture. Good for them.

Jazz and Dante were in Arkham working as a psychologist and guard. Elle was still in school, enrolled into Gotham Academy once Vlad insisted on paying her tuition. To be fair, he was paying for Danny's tuition too.

But back to his secretary duties. His boss was Bruce Wayne, yes, but he did often work with the man's son and the current CEO. Tim was nice and had the same caffeine addiction as him. (Jazz highly discouraged this friendship in case they both made a monstrosity of coffee and energy drinks.)

But Mr. Wayne was the best. He was rather clumsy and a bit airheaded but he was the best fucking boss he could ever ask for. The man's paternal instincts were on point and Danny was almost intimidated when the man started handing him extra cash whenever Danny came to the office looking more tired than usual. When that failed, Mr. Wayne resorted to giving him more material things.

Now, he doesn't want to take advantage of this ridiculously kind man with a lack of self preservation (God, was this what Jazz felt about him?). But Mr. Wayne had given him this amazing coffee maker and then proceeded to give Danny the best toaster ever. And Danny has always been known to resolutely be against Billionaires adopting him. But Mr. Wayne?

Danny had honed his back talking skills to perfection to talk down arrogant elites that kept demanding for his boss. He mastered his customer service voice and that condescending look he saw the receptionists give people like they were tantruming toddlers. Danny was ready to fight for that man (Vlad was choking somewhere as the Fentons worriedly look at him).

Jason has heard about Danny Fenton a couple of times. Tim, Dick, and Bruce had mentioned him a lot. Bruce's new secretary that looked like he'd woken up from a coma and was comparable to a grumpy cat on his best days. He's seen the guy a couple times, noticed how he was almost as tall as Jason. Honestly, he kinda looked like a twig (but then that was because of Danny's suit that he made sure didn't completely fit him).

Seriously. Danny was willing to fucking fight anyone and everyone for Bruce Wayne.

The guy was strange. Very strange. Especially when the pits seemed to either become frantic or calm whenever he was around. It depended on the situation really, but mostly the pits grew calmer around Fenton. Like a cat that finally saw its favorite person. It was so weird.

He was drawn to Fenton, sometimes finding himself walking towards the man before he snaps out of it.

It's on this day where Danny was by Bruce's side, a stylus and tablet in hand. He was furiously tapping away at his phone, cursing under his breath about bothersome and stuck up cialiteses.

"Jason!" Bruce happily greets, "Don't mind Danny for a bit. He's telling of some investors for trying to meddle with the company. Tim is too sleep deprived to handle it."

"Where is Tim?"

"Danny threatened to throw the company's coffee maker out the window if he doesn't take a nap." Bruce chuckles, glancing fondly at his fiesty secretary. "Danny?"

"Give me a minute, Mr. Wayne. Some people are trying to squeeze into your schedule when I specifically told them that they can't." Danny says, clearly irritated but looks at Bruce with an apologetic gaze. "No—Mr. Luthor, neither Mr. Drake nor Mr. Wayne are available on that day—"

And it dissolved into Danny telling of what Jason assumes was Lex Luthor to stop his attempts. In other words, corporate for Fuck off.

"He's good, isn't he?" Jason humms as he follows Bruce down the hall, glancing at the tired employees that looked utterly exhausted and horrifically motivated. "Looks like adoption bait."

"Unfortunately, Danny is a very much against Billionaires adopting him. His godfather is one and has attempted multiple times." Bruce sighs, feigning a sorrowful look as he sends Danny a small pout. "What did you do when he tried the fifth time again?"

"I blew up his car, Mr. Wayne." Danny nonchalantly says, "But that only made him want to adopt me more."

Jason blinks, baffled before he's laughing at the utter absurdity of the situation.

"That sounds similar to—"

Gunshots tore through the air as people immediately screamed. At the entrance of the building was the Joker in all his insanity, guns blazing. Jason froze, sucking in a deep breath as he took one step back. They weren't in costume, they weren't the Red Hood and Batman in that moment.

"Nightwing, Robin, and Spoiler are on their way." Oracle says through the comms but that doesn't comfort him in the slightest.

It's chaos in moments and people are ducking their heads to avoid the bullets. Jason and Bruce look right at each other, taking cover as bullets ruin the walls and furniture. But Bruce is dragged from his spot, pulled towards the Joker who laughs maniacally as he pressed a gun against Bruce's head.

"Mr. Wayne!" Many people yell as they all stared in horror as the Joker threatens Gotham's beloved prince.

Jason immediately remembers an explosion and a crowbar.

(Reminder, Danny Fenton was very much ready to go to war for Bruce Wayne).

A tablet and a stylus was suddenly shoved into his arms. Jason blinks, turning to Danny who tugs at his tie and rummages through the counter for something. The Joker sees this, clearly irritated.

"You! Eyes on me!" The Joker practically demands, hysterical that not everyone was paying attention.

Danny apparently doesn't give a damn before looking the Joker straight in the eye.

"Eyes in me." Danny repeats.

A second later something was thrown and a cutter was cutting through the Joker's eye.

Jason gaped at the seemingly harmless secretary, unable to comprehend that this man had just thrown a fucking cutter into the Joker's eye.

Bruce is set free.

Everyone is frozen in place.

Everyone watched as Bruce Wayne's tired and overworked secretary beats the shit out of the Joker, saying something about how he wasn't going to lose a good boss.

No one particularly knows what to do once Danny pulls out the cutter with the Jokers blood and... Fucking shit, was that his eyeball?!

Dick and Damian arrived at some point, also too shocked to do anything. When Danny was done and satisfied, with the Joker still alive, groaning and whimpering from the pain that Danny inflicted.

As if he hadn't almost killed the Joker, Danny turns to them with a tired smile.

"Mr. Wayne, I implore you not to die. I can't lose the best boss that I've had." He plainly says and takes the tablet and stylus back from Jason.

Jason thinks he might just marry this feral man.

Yeah.

Yeah, he was definitely going to marry Danny Fenton.

Part 2 | Masterpost

[lightseoul]

a/n. second time writing from bkg's perspective. this was so fun! (1.1k)

the moment that cemented bakugou’s resolve to marry you wasn’t exactly grand.

it wasn’t your first kiss.

or the first time you made love to each other.

not even the first time you met his nerd-ass friends or his (slightly) overbearing parents. although those two come as close runner-ups.

no, it was rather a random saturday morning after you spent a night at his place, now clad in what he thinks is nothing but your intimates and a burnt orange t-shirt of his that drapes loosely over your frame.

and as he enters the kitchen and closes the distance between the two of you with a few strides, he can’t help but wonder what you’re doing—deeply focused on your laptop—when you’re probably the one who’s extra pedantic about not bringing work home.

“morning,” he grunts, leaning down to kiss your cheek, which you happily accept. although, to his chagrin, your eyes remain on your computer screen, not even sparing him a single glance.

he knows it’s fucking embarrassing, how strongly you elicit feelings within him without you even fucking trying, but he can’t stop the frown that takes over his face even if he attempted to fight it.

shaking off the irrational disappointment from not even being ignored, he rounds the kitchen island and starts brewing the two of you coffee.

“by the way,” he starts, glancing at you over his shoulder, “the old hag’s birthday is coming up. she wants to have dinner with just the four of us, or some shit.”

“i know,” you simply pipe up from where you’re seated on one of his fancy bar stools, gaze still glued on whatever the fuck it is that’s keeping your attention from him.

he turns to you, a manual coffee grinder in tow. “you do?”

at that, you finally look up at him, an innocent expression etched across your features. “you don’t remember? i asked you when your parents’ birthdays were way back in march.”

way back in march.

back when you unanimously decided to decisively end the dating phase and become boyfriend-girlfriend.

“yeah?” is the only thing he manages to get out.

you let out a soft laugh that’s nothing but music to his ears. “yeah, dummy.”

before you can get to see the red that’s most definitely creeping up to his cheeks, bakugou turns his back against you, returning to busying himself with crushing the beans into fine powder and pouring lukewarm water into the machine.

only a few months before reaching a full year together, and you still manage to make him fucking blush.

over the most mundane things, too.

when he first got into his very first relationship with you at the ripe age of 28, he thought he’d outgrown and was way past the embarrassing shit that the human body was capable of when dealing with anything remotely close to romance.

it didn’t take him long enough into your relationship to find out he was so, so wrong.

sighing, he pours out the cup of ground beans onto the filter, finally pressing the button and bringing the coffee maker to life.

you must be done with what’s highly likely is work by now.

but chancing a glance at you, he’s once again met with palpable disappointment when the very same sight greets him.

before he can rein them in, the words come tumbling out of his lips.

“the fuck is so important on that laptop?”

his booming voice must’ve caught you off guard, because you startle ever so minutely in your seat.

“sorry,” he quickly adds on, albeit through a mutter; frustration with himself and his inability to modulate his voice added to the increasingly long list of emotions he’s having to fucking deal with right now.

waving him off, you shoot him another one of that disarming smile of yours. “‘s funny that you ask. i was just about to ask you for your opinion.”

with that, you gesture him to come close with your fingers. curious, he once again rounds the island, ultimately occupying the spot to your right and leaning down to peer at the small text on your screen.

before he can even get a word in, you hurriedly explain yourself. “mitsuki-san mentioned her personal sewing machine broke, so i’ve been thinking about getting her a new one.”

you point to a sleek, off-white model among what looks to be a vast array of selections, “i researched the specs and i think this one’s the best. what do you think?”

a million things course through his mind in an instant, but what he ends up sputtering out is: “you’re such a fucking nerd, you know that?”

at that, you look up at him, your seemingly perpetually moisturized lips now formed into a playful pout, and it takes everything in him not to just pull you in for a kiss and completely abandon the conversation in its entirety.

but he’d like to think he at least has the slightest bit of self-control.

even if you do wear him the fuck out on a daily basis.

“i just want to make sure it’s perfect!” you argue, shifting to stare at your laptop again and bringing him back to the present. your voice is way smaller when you continue. “…i want her to like me.”

he doesn’t even miss a beat. “she already fucking does, dumbass.”

and she really does.

the morning after bakugou first brought you to meet his parents a whopping two months into calling it official, mitsuki texted him something along the lines of having the family heirloom slash ring already adjusted to fit your finger.

he immediately called the old hag after receiving the message just to reprimand her ear off for being too fucking forward and for meddling too much.

but, if he were to be completely honest with himself, he was angry not because mitsuki was imposing, but because he couldn’t believe his mother beat him to that important realization.

the realization that maybe, just maybe, you’re the one.

and now, as he studies you as you scroll through more and more iterations of the best sewing machines on the market with your eyebrows adorably furrowed in utmost concentration, it dawns on him.

it dawns on him that that maybe just turned into a definitely.

tagging. @bunnysaursushii @yawnzzzzzzzz @cholios @kashee-h @iluv-ace @lotuslovers @elarakive @sugurusmoon

˖⁺‧₊ this one made me smile like an idiot while writing lmao. as always, reblogs, replies, and tags are appreciated <3 have a nice day!

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Shameless

Tags: dad!Toji x fem!reader, modern!au, nsfw, mdni, breeding kink, he calls himself daddy

Synopsis: You’re Toji’s live-in nanny. He wants to breed you, and he successfully does so.

An: This is my story on ao3!! You can read it here. If you’re feeling extra nice, a kudos would be cool too.

Being a single dad was hard. Toji learned quickly after his wife's death that he in fact couldn't do this alone. The way little Megumi's big eyes looked up to him for direction... him of all people. He was not cut out for this. Megumi's mom was a wonderful mother: sweet, nurturing, and patient. Toji really didn't know if he was any of those things.

Luckily, her life insurance provided Toji with a relatively comfortable life combined with his job in construction of course. Construction might be his vice. He got away from home for 12 hours a day, and he worked so hard that his brain was mush by the time he was home. Not that he didn't love his son, he did, but every time he looked at Megumi he saw his sweet late wife. He also saw his short comings as a father.

Babysitters quit on him regularly. It was always the same excuse. "Megumi's an angel, but I can't be here 7 days a week. I have a life too." It was incredibly annoying. They'd stay for Megumi but left due to another one of his shortcomings.

Another one quit. That would be the third one this month. "Listen Mr. Fushiguro, I know a friend. She does this sort of thing on a different level. Have you ever considered having a live-in nanny?"

That stupid girl's question enlightened Toji. He had completely forgotten that live-in nannies still existed. After getting her friend's number and paying her what he owed her for her time, Toji relaxed on the couch with little Megumi tucked into his side. The three-year-old was happily babbling next to him, enamored by Toji's phone that was in his hand.

Toji looked at the number dialed into his phone, and he sighed. He was tired of making cold calls to potential babysitters like he was some desperate whore, but maybe, maybe this would be different. He wouldn't mind having a live-in nanny. His house wouldn't mind it either. Toji would be able to finally breathe. No more coming home from 12 hour shifts to pop something to eat in the microwave and wash the dishes. He wouldn't even have to see this so-called nanny often. He could pick up more hours at work with all of his new freedom of not having to worry about pissing off the babysitter.

*** *** ***

Either way, that's how you ended up in Toji's house. For the past three months you had taken care of Megumi, cleaned and deep cleaned his entire house, cooked him plenty of dinners from scratch, and even did his laundry the exact way he preferred. His house has never looked better, and Megumi had never looked so happy.

Despite being here for three months, you barely saw Toji. He seemed to avoid you like the plague and only answer with one-worded answers, which was fine. This was your job, not your actual family. There was no need for extensive communications. Though, you had gushed to your friend plenty over text about how hot "Mr. Fushiguro" was. He was conventionally attractive, yes. But you also always had a thing for the brooding types, and dammit, Toji was brooding. There was also something to be said about how he came home in the evenings. A black wifebeater clinging to his skin from a long day of working out in the sun. His jeans would be dirty from the work he was doing. His skin glistening from a thin sheen of sweat. His hair was always a mess. Goddammit. It was enough to make you feel fertile.

It was early in the morning, Toji was getting ready to go to work. Megumi had woken up, crying for his papa not to leave him. He's going through an extra clingy phase. He's usually okay once Toji's gone.

"Papa!" Megumi cried as Toji entered the living room. You had Megumi in your lap, rocking him with a sleepy look on your face. His tears were wetting your shirt, but you didn't seem to mind.

"He'll be back tonight, Gumi." You shooshed him and continued to try to rock him and pat his back.

Toji's face was unreadable. He was never one to get all upset over Megumi's crying, but hearing his son cry out for him tugged on his heartstrings extra this morning. Then, there was you. You were a godsend to Toji's life. Getting a live-in nanny was one of the best decisions he had ever made. Above that, you were excellent with Megumi. You were sweet... nurturing... patient. He hated how seeing you with his son made him feel. It almost felt like maybe 2 kids wouldn't be that big of a deal. Maybe 3. One on each of your legs and another one swelling in your belly. God. He was disgusted in himself for thinking like that.

"I love you, kiddo." Toji said quickly as he leaned down, giving Megumi's forehead a quick peck. The toddler made grabby hands for him. It was almost enough to make him stay home. Almost. Toji's eyes met yours as he was still leaned over. His face was close to yours. The tension between them were palpable. The moment felt like eternity between them.

Then, a black credit card was in view. "I need new work gloves. Get the extra thick rubber ones, will ya? Also, get whatever you and the kid want. I'll be back late tonight." He handed you the card and sauntered out of the house despite Megumi's pleas for him to stay. You looked at the Amex black card and blinked a couple of times. Only the top earners in the world had cards like this. Toji was just an average blue collar dad... It made you wonder how he got a card like this.

You still spent that shit though.

*** *** ***

Toji looked at his phone on the jobsite. No one dared to tell him to put it away. Toji was the best most competent worker out on the field. He could work circles around supervisors and project managers alike, and he was damn smart. He didn't need a pencil and paper or a calculator to make quick conversions in his head. So, most people stayed out of his way.

He smirked and chuckled at the notifications rolling in from his bank. 78.97 at Target. 21.25 at McDonald's. 43.52 at Barnes and Noble. 9.24 at Starbucks. He was happy you and Megumi were getting to have a little shopping spree.

You were also great at keeping him updated. You sent him lots of pictures and videos of Megumi. He cherished each one of them, immediately getting some of them printed and hung up in his house. There was even a picture of you and Megumi proudly displayed in the living room. In his mind, you were an integral part of the family. The "family" simply would not function if it weren't for you.

A fond smile spread across his face as he opened his messages. A picture of Megumi's little hands trying to fit into his new gloves that she had bought him. Great. She got the right ones. "I think he wants to be just like daddy :)", the message read.

Oh.

Oh.

The twitch that just occurred in his pants should be punishable in a court of law. In no way should he have gotten turned on by that. You were just being nice. It was a normal thing for people to refer to him as "daddy" in that context. It never affected him in the way it was right now.

So anyways, that's how he ended up in the port-a-potty busting a load all over a picture of you that he had on his phone. After the shock of his orgasm that came quicker than ever, he looked down, disappointed in himself. He wasn't some horny teenage boy anymore. This was just downright deplorable. Begrudgingly, he wiped his phone clean from his sins. Post-nut clarity swirled his brain. He couldn't believe he just did that.

He called your number. He had to make things right.

"Hello? Is everything okay?" You immediately asked. After living with Toji for some time now, you learned that he doesn't just call people. He will absolutely decline a call to just text and ask what's up.

"Everything is fine." He replied, trying to hide his amusement. It was cute that you seemed so worried for him. "Are you still in town?"

"Yeah, Megumi and I are about to leave Starbucks and head home. Why? What's up?" You responded back to him. He could hear Megumi happily singing a song in the background.

"You know you spent 152 dollars today?" Toji asked as he popped his back up against the port-a-potty door. He had a lazy smirk on his face.

"Oh- crap. I'm sorry. You can take whatever you see fit out of my pay-" He interrupted your nonsense quickly.

"Do you think I'm poor?" His voice was amused, not angry like you expected it to be.

"What-? No.. no, sir. I was just-"

"I told you to get whatever you and the kid want. Don't come back home until your certain that you can't carry the amount of stuff you bought in one trip." He said quickly. His stomach was already coiling from how you called him sir. He grimaced as he felt another twitch. I just took care of you dammit.

"Oh... oh, okay? Are you su-" Click. He hung up on you. One too many dumb questions. You looked at Megumi as he strapped into the backseat of your car. He looked intrigued by the conversation even though you knew he realistically had no idea what was just said. "Daddy said we have to go to the toy store." You grinned at him. He was smiling and clapping over the word "toy".

234.22 at Toys-R-Us. 122.56 at Lego. 208.38 at Aerie. 88.21 at Ulta Beauty. Another 94.48 at Barnes and Noble.

The way Toji grinned each time he felt that familiar vibration of his phone go off, meaning another notification from his bank was off-putting. Workers on the jobsite never seen him so happy. It was his penance for being such a horny freaky fuck.

*** *** ***

It was later that same evening. Megumi was in the living room surrounded by toys and crafting materials. He was currently drawing all sorts of "shadow animals" as he called them. You would of course look and nod your head, congratulating him on each terribly drawn animal. You acted like that was the best damn wolf-bear-owl hybrid you ever saw.

You were in the kitchen cooking chicken and dumplings. The clock on the stove read seven p.m. You didn't expect to see Toji at all this evening. He said he was working late this morning. Usually, that meant he was dragging his feet in through the door until well past ten p.m.

Still, you made him a serving of chicken and dumpling soup. You always did. Even when he worked late, you would put him a helping of dinner in the microwave to keep warm. You never knew, but he was always delighted by that. He ate the dinners each time.

A key jingling in the door handle caught your attention while you were getting Megumi settled at the dining room table. Three-year-olds were so hard to manage: too small to eat by themselves but too big to be locked in a high chair.

Toji stepped into the living room with a small grunt. He smirked as he looked around at his destroyed living room. Toys, crayons, and pieces of "artwork" were strewn all about the place. He glanced up towards you and Megumi in the kitchen. He took note of how your face was flushed and surprised.

"Papa!" Megumi happily shouted before the little bastard ran from your grasp to go hug on Toji's legs. His dad smiled as he looked down at Megumi, and he used his hand to mess up Megumi's hair affectionately.

"Go eat your food, kiddo." Toji said warmly to his son. Megumi happily obliged and ran right back to his seat right next to you, and you fed him a spoonful of the soup.

"You're home early." You stated the obvious.

Toji would never tell you, but he left early because he missed you two.

"Don't sound too happy to see me." He remarked in a sarcastic tone.

"What-? No, I just.. would've cleaned up more had I known you would be home so soon..." You responded. Megumi was sitting beside you whining for another bite of food. You snapped out of your surprise, and you fed him another bite of chicken and dumplings.

"Why? I don't give a damn what this place looks like." Toji said with a small nonchalant shrug. He walked through the living room, carefully stepping over the toys. Before you had become his nanny, this was how his house normally looked: messy, lived in. "I've got a bowl of dinner in the microwave. My kid's happy and fed. I couldn't care less what that living room looks like."

Your heart fluttered at the sentiment. Toji was easy to please. He really just wanted what was best for his kid, and that was you. "I like making sure you have nothing to worry about." You replied. He looked at you with an unreadable expression. It looked like he might've wanted to say something, but he had backed out last minute. He hummed and walked towards his bedroom to shower the dirt, sweat, and grime from the day.

While Toji showered, you had finished feeding Megumi and yourself. You allowed Megumi to have about an hour of TV time before bed. He really enjoyed old X-Men cartoons. You turned them on for him and parked him on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket.

You hummed softly as you worked in the kitchen. You packed meal prep containers of soup for Toji to take for lunch for the next couple of days. Then, you were washing dishes in front of the sink.

*** *** ***

"I like making sure you have nothing to worry about." Your words repeated in Toji's head over and over like a mantra. He hadn't felt so... cared for in a long, long time. It made his heart feel full, which was an unfamiliar feeling for him. A less unfamiliar feeling was his dick standing fully erect and at attention. He groaned quietly as he leaned his head back in the shower.

Something had to be in the air recently. He was a grown man with desires, sure. But this was a new record for him. Ever since you started being a live-in nanny for him, the boners were a daily thing. Hell, twice or three times a day sometimes. He's tried everything... Well, okay, maybe not everything, but he's tried cold showers and staying away from you. Neither of those things work to soothe him.

His hand was gliding up and down his length for the second time today. He was facing the shower wall with his arm propped up on it, supporting his head. Damn you for making him feel like a slave to his desires. You wanted to make sure he had nothing to worry about? Then, you should be the one in here fixing this damn mess, not him. He pitifully rutted into his hand, imaging he's plunging deep into you. Imagining the multiple ways he'd fuck the hell out of you is the only thing that soothes the ache, but this time he didn't see an end in sight.

He gritted his teeth together, and he balled up his fist, rearing back before stopping himself. He's not a teenager anymore. He can't punch walls. He took a deep breath and turned the shower off. No, this won't do. He needs to fix this at the source.

After quickly drying off and getting dressed, he walked back into the kitchen. His eyes scanned over the house. Megumi was enthralled by the TV, and you were washing dishes. Perfect.

He slowly approached you from behind. He could tell you didn't hear him as you were still softly humming. Usually, you would stop humming if he entered the kitchen. He never understood why. The sounds of your melancholic hums were beautiful and soothing to him.

He was directly behind you, and his hands gently cupped your hips. You immediately flinched and made a soft scream that was quickly silenced by one of his hands. "Shh, we don't want to disturb the little brat, do we?" Toji said into your ear. His warm breath ghosted over the shell of your ear, making you shiver.

Toji's eyes flicked over towards the living room. Megumi hadn't moved an inch. Perfect.

Toji slowly released your mouth. To his delight, you didn't make a sound. He could hear how your breath was slightly labored from him scaring you. A small chuckle rose from his throat. His hands went back to your hips, and he pressed himself against your voluptuous ass. A hum of approval escaped him. He could see your hands gripping the countertops.

"Nod your head. You like this? Want me to keep pressing myself against you?" Toji whispered into your ear. You took your bottom lip between your teeth, and you nodded your head eagerly, giving him consent.

"Dirty fucking girl." His voice was like a growl in your ear as he started to move his hips, dragging his length up and down along you. You could feel each inch of his length beckoning for you. "I knew you'd take whatever I gave you, but this? Letting me grind against you like a pathetic teenager while my son is in the living room? You're such a fucking slut." His hands were digging into your hips as he continued his controlled motions.

"Mnn.. fuck.." You softly whimpered out. Thank god the X-Men were currently in a loud fight scene.

You slightly frowned as you suddenly didn't feel Toji behind you anymore. You were about to turn around and ask what he was doing, but his fingers curling into the waistband of your leggings told you everything you needed to know. "Toji-" You managed to whisper out. No way could you two do this while Megumi was in the next room over.

"Shut up." Toji interrupted you. He had taken his throbbing length out of his sleeping pants, and he had a look of concentration on his face as he angled himself right at your entrance. "You have no fucking idea how long I've needed this. So just be a good girl, shut up, and take what I give you."

Direct orders from your boss. Who were you to deny the man who just spoiled you all day today?

It was a tight fit. Toji wasn't a gentleman. He didn't prep you with his fingers or mouth. This wasn't love making. It was hardly fucking. This was fulfilling a need.

"God... fuck. I didn't expect you to be that tight." He growled into your neck as he held your hips still against him. It felt like he was splitting you apart. You couldn't even respond to him.

He noticed how tightly you were gripping the counter and how you weren't responding to him. Your knuckles were turning white. He almost felt guilty. His hand came around the front of you, and he gently rubbed the swollen bundle of nerves. "Shhh... You can take it. I know you can." He whispered into your ear as it was taking every last shred of self-restraint not to fuck you into oblivion right on this counter. He slowly pulled back until just his tip was inside, and he pushed all the way back in. "That's it. There's my good girl." He praised in your ear. It was not lost on him that he felt you get wetter with each praise.

He hesitated, but he said it anyway, "You wanna be a good girl for daddy, don't you?" He whispered into your ear. That phrase made you tremble in his arms and nod your head. He slowly pulled back out and pushed right back in, taking you slowly. "That's right... hngh, fuck." He moaned into your ear. "You want to be fucked by daddy. You want to take his cock like a good girl. Take it." His hips started to move with more conviction.

You were already so out of it. This was like a dirty fantasy come true. You couldn't help but check the TV a few times to make sure X-Men was still playing. You were still worried that Megumi might run in here for whatever reason and see you bent over in front of his dad. You knew it was unlikely. Megumi could watch that TV like a zombie all day if you let him. Besides, you would be able to hear the small pitter-patter of his footsteps.

"Stop looking at the fucking TV. Trust me." Toji growled into your ear as he forced your hips down onto him roughly. A noiseless gasp escaped you. He wasn't small, and he knew that. He was using it to his advantage.

"Fuck." He groaned quietly as he rubbed you with a bit more fervor. You could already feel that familiar warm feeling coiling in your stomach. "I'm going to fuck a baby into you. You were fucking made for this. Made for raising my kids and taking my fucking load." He was spewing nonsense into your ear, but in the moment, you couldn't help but nod and moan. "You were made for me." He proclaimed as his hips continued harshly snapping into your backside. Somehow the sounds were masked.

"You want that, don't you?" He asked as he bit down on your neck then lapped at the bite mark with his tongue.

"Yes, daddy!" You quietly exclaimed. His thrusts only increased in power. Your eyes started to cross, getting lost in pleasure.

"Fuck. You're gonna look so perfect pregnant with my baby. I won't let you have a break. As soon as one comes out; I'm puttin' another one in you." He continued on yapping about how many kids he was going to pump into you. "I'll breed you again and again." His thrusts were heavy and brutal. You couldn't take it anymore.

He moaned as he felt you clenching around him, finishing all over his cock. It was enough to drive him overboard. He pumped you full of cum until you were sure some of it was seeping out.

There was a peaceful moment of dizzy highness for you two. Toji panted against your back. For the first time in while, he's felt satisfied. A soft amused laugh escaped him as he heard the iconic X-Men episode coming to an end. He swiftly pulled out of you, and he tried to ignore that little whimper of protest you let out. He tucked himself back into his pants, and he pulled your leggings and panties back up for you since you were still a trembling mess over the counter.

"Alright Kiddo, c'mon. Time for bed." Toji said as he sauntered off into the living room as if he didn't just rearrange your guts. He put Megumi to bed that night, and he cleaned up the living room for you, allowing for you to recover in his bed for round two. He was much more of a gentleman for round two.

*** *** ***

"Hey... I know I ain't been to see you in a while. I'm sorry." Toji said as he sat down on the grassy ground. "I was letting life pass me by for too damn long." He said as he took a wet washcloth and began to wash up his late wife's gravestone. "I'm doing better now, so don't worry about me."

"Megumi's growing like a weed. I'm sorry I didn't bring him to see you... I just don't know how to explain it to him." Toji's voice was full of guilt as he dragged the wet washcloth against the stone. "He's a good kid though. He looks just like you, damn bastard." He softly laughed, knowing his wife would've struck him over the side of the head for calling Megumi a damn bastard.

"Listen... I met a girl." He leaned his head over the gravestone. It had been close to three months since you and Toji started sleeping together. There wasn't a formal label to your relationship, but it didn't feel necessary. You two both knew you were sleeping exclusively with each other. "I think you'd like her, or maybe you wouldn't since she's fucking your husband. But either way... I-" He choked up a bit as he held onto the cold stone. "I feel so fucking guilty... I know you're not coming home anytime soon, but I just... I need your blessing. If you can somehow hear me, please... I never asked you for anything until I asked you to marry me. Now, I'm asking... please somehow show me you approve of this."

"She's good for me... She takes good care of Megumi. He's so damn attached to her somedays." Toji softly laughed as he remembered how a few nights ago Megumi crawled into bed with you and him because he had a nightmare. Instead of taking to Toji like he normally does, he crawled into your arms. Toji had never felt so damn proud and slighted at the same time.

"I should get going. Give me a sign though.. Something that tells me you approve." He finished his visit with his wife, and he went home.

*** *** ***

That night at dinner, Megumi sped into the kitchen with an action figure in his hand. He was pretending to be Batman. "Gumi, I've told you three times. Stop running." You said as you gave the small child a look. Toji smirked as he knew that look good and well. It was the look a mom gave as a warning. Megumi was on his last warning.

"I'm sorry, mama." Megumi apologized, causing for both you and Toji to freeze right in your tracks. Megumi had never called you mama before. He always said your name.

Your heart swelled in your chest. It was a feeling of affection and guilt. "Oh no... baby.." You said softly as you took his hand. You lead him into the living room, and you crouched down, showing him a picture of his mom to him. "That's mama." You gently corrected him.

Toji watched the scene like a hawk from the dinner table. His heart was pounding in his chest. He had never been shy about telling Megumi who his mom was, but he hadn't exactly been forthcoming about how his mom passed away when he was a small baby.

Megumi pointed at the picture. "Mama." He said quietly. You nodded and patted his head.

"That's right." You praised affectionately. He then turned his attention to you. and he poked your chest with his tiny finger.

"Mama." He said, pointing at you.

"No-"

"It's alright." Toji spoke up from his seat at the dinner table.

"I don't want him to be confused..." You replied as you slowly stood back up, looking at Toji.

"He doesn't sound confused to me." He retorted with a small grin. You turned your attention back to Megumi, and Toji looked up towards the ceiling. "Thank you." He muttered so quietly before kissing the necklace that hung around his neck. He had his wife's blessing. This proved it.

After finishing his dinner, Toji joined you two in the living room. You and Megumi were curled up on each side of his while watching that old X-Men cartoon. Suddenly, Megumi rose from the couch. You and Toji watched him with a hint of confusion.

"What is he doing?" You softly asked Toji as Megumi bent over, and he looked between his legs at both you and Toji.

"I have no fucking id-" He was about to respond, but then, it hit him. "Get up." He said as he stood up from the couch. He quickly grabbed his phone, keys, and wallet like a madman.

"What? What? Is something wrong?" You asked as you had never seen Toji move this fast. You quickly got up too.

"Nothing's wrong. Come on. We're going to the store." He grunted as he swooped Megumi into his arms.

You were confused and in denial when Toji bought a pregnancy test and made you take it. Now, both of you were waiting outside of the bathroom for the five minutes to be over. "This is crazy, Toji. I'm not pregnant."

"It's an old wives' tale. When babies do that, it's supposed to mean their looking for their sibling." Toji said with a nonchalant shrug as if what he said was matter-of-fact. "My mother told me that's how she knew she was pregnant with me."

The timer went off on his phone, and both of you fought to get into the bathroom first. He eventually overpowered you and snatched the pregnancy test off the counter quickly. "Oh." He said quietly. The room went still.

Suddenly, your heart was racing. "What is it? Is it negative?" You asked a hint of disappointment hit you. You didn't know why, but a small part of you hoped for it to be positive.

"Oh, you're fucking getting it tonight." Toji smirked as he turned the pregnancy test over. Two pink lines were clear as day on the test. You're pregnant.

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[linoveins]

silky shorts and stained shirts

when best friend!minho sees fem!reader in revealing clothes for the first time…

genre: smut n fluff

warnings: masturbation, perversion, dom/sub fantasies. minors, do not interact!!

w.c.: 2.1k

minho often visits your place unannounced. at some point you just gave him a key and he gladly takes advantage of it. just like today.

minho just got back from dance practice and decided to raid your apartment for some food since he forgot to do groceries and he's feeling too lazy to do them now. 

“Y/N!!!” he announces his arrival, strolling through the door like it’s his place like always.

the apartment is too silent. he figures you’re not home yet. you had a lecture around this time so he wasn’t really expecting you to be here.

he opens your pantry in attempts of finding something quick to eat but clicks his tongue at the lack of food that greets him. seems like you didn’t do your groceries too. he heads to the fridge, hoping for a miracle, and his eyes practically sparkle at seeing a cup of his favorite pudding.

he opens it up, a joyous look resting on his face like a child finding a hidden stack of candy. he makes himself comfortable on your couch, happily chewing on the sweet treat while turning on the television.

he laughs to himself. you’d definitely be annoyed at him for eating your dessert.

deciding to be even more annoying, he gets his phone and takes a video of himself happily munching on the pudding he stole.

“nomnomnomnom.” he chews in front of the camera tauntingly and sends you the video with a mischievous grin on his face.

“ding!” what the hell? the unexpected notification sound coming from your room makes him jump. he gets off the couch and goes to your room to inspect. he already guesses you're probably in there, choosing sleep over attending a minor class. it has happened too many times. you'll always regret it afterwards. he'll definitely scold you for skipping your lecture.

minho opens the door, ready to wake you up, and his heart just drops to his belly.

there you are, in deep sleep, in the thinnest shorts he’s ever seen you in. he hasn't even seen you in any piece of clothing that stops above halfway of your thigh. the loose strap of your camisole had fallen off your shoulder. your legs are tangled with the blanket, one of it hitched over the material, and his knees almost buckle at the bit of cleavage your position subjected you to.

you’re a restless sleeper. he has a whole album in his phone of you in weird positions while asleep. he playfully threatens you that he’ll post some on your birthday when you annoy him with your antics but he never does, wanting to keep the funny and adorable sight to himself.

although what he’s seeing right now is not funny at all. his cock twitches in his pants almost immediately. he blinks three or four times in shock before he finally closes your door, cursing at himself and running to the bathroom.

since when did you look like that?

had your thighs always looked that fucking soft? he groans at the apparent feeling of his sweatpants getting tighter. he has to collect himself.

but he wants to grab your thighs... spread you for him maybe. you’d look so pretty. would you shiver if he touches you higher? and your tits…

“shit.”

he now has an erection in your bathroom, right after staring at your exposed body for much longer than he should have (not long enough, he thinks and buries deep), and right after eating the last cup of pudding you had.

what a horrible friend he is.

he sighs and palms himself. yeah, he’s horrible. he’ll buy you two extra cups of pudding later but he has to take care of his problem for now before he loses his mind. 

he bites his lip, trying to keep quiet as he pushes his pants down. he palms his twitching cock and hisses.

minho gathers all the shame left in him and turns on your faucet to muffle the sounds he knows he’s gonna make eventually. upping your water bill while he jacks off to the thought of your sleeping form...

what a damn horrible friend.

he gently gathers the pre-cum from his tip and spreads it over his cock. he groans. don’t think about her, don’t think about her, don’t think about her… he repeats it in his head as if his cock will listen.

shit, your bathroom smells like you, of course. his cock jumps at the memory of your smell, now invading his senses, and he gives up on trying to be decent and just closes his eyes, thinking of you sprawled out so vulnerable and pretty. 

he’s squeezes the base and he strokes. his thoughts go back to your thighs. your perfect fucking thighs… shit, if he could only push them together and fuck his cock in between them. would you squirm? he bets you will. you can’t even take a massage without squirming. you'll squirm on it, alright.

he keeps the pace rather slow, trying to make the fantasy last as long as possible. he decides he can feel guilty about it all he wants after. 

he's sure you’d go shy on him. you’d whine and complain about it being too big. he squeezes at the base. he’d coo at you. maybe he’ll grind it on your pussy first. he bets you’ll really squirm at that. but he’ll keep you in place. he’ll hold your thighs down. fuck. your soft fucking thighs. he grips himself harder. 

he won’t take your cute little shorts off. he’ll push the fabric aside and rub his heavy cock on you. you’d be so fucking wet, he thinks. so wet for him. he strokes a bit faster. he hopes you’d be so fucking sensitive too. he’d tap it on your clit. no- he groans. he’ll slap it on you. you'd whine so prettily, won't you? moan his name with your gentle voice? you'd get wetter. he'll make sure of it. he'd spread you and fucking hump his cock on your cunt for all he's worth. you would be so fucking wet. shit. 

you’d cry and tell him you're too sensitive. he'd hum in your ear, “poor baby”, in the sweetest fucking tone you’ve heard. but he won’t stop. you don't want him to. he’ll push his cock on it harder. you would grip onto his thighs, whimpering like a good girl.

minho's hand cramps from his harsh strokes. he switches to his other hand and tugs on it at a faster pace. you'd drool and bite on your lips, he can almost taste it. he decides he'll pull down the other strap of your top until your tits fall out. he keeps up the pace. he’s almost there. he'll fondle them. he knows they’re soft too. they'll be so soft and perfect in his rough palms. he’d pinch and squeeze and hold and fucking grope while his dick runs over and over your clit. you’d keep whining about how it’s too much. too sensitive. too intense. but you’ll love it, won't you? you'll beg him for more. he’ll laugh at you all sweet and condescending. “can’t even take it and i’m just rubbing on you? can this pretty pussy even handle me inside?” you'll pout at him for that and he'll follow eventually.

he’d keep playing with your tits. he'd use his mouth eventually. licking and sucking on it. you’ll try to muffle your sounds but you wouldn’t be able to. no, not when his cock would still be all over your messy cunt. he pants, biting on his lip. he’s almost fucking there. he’d take things further. maybe bite on your nipple while twisting and tugging the other one. then he'll do it. oh, you'll scream so good when he rams himself inside you without warning. you'll be latching onto him, clenching and whimpering and cumming fucking hard on his cock.

minho cums right after his image of you. his vision blurs. it’s dizzying. hot liquid squirts all over his shirt, coating his hand. goodness, there’s a lot of fucking cum. he leans back on the door with a sigh, cock out and softening, guilt still far away after having one of the hardest orgasms he’s ever had.

a moment passes and he washes his hands. he washes his face too. his red ears and neck was an embarrassing sight. he gathers himself, and there it is. the guilt.

he realizes he made a mess of his shirt. he needs to get his shit together. he won’t risk the possibility of you seeing him in his cum-stained shirt. minho comes out of the bathroom, shirt in his hand. he’ll just quickly grab one of his hoodies in your closet. 

he enters your room, glaring hard at the closet like it's a life and death situation. he tiptoes across your room, not risking to look at you again.

he reaches the cabinet handle. quickly and quietly, he takes a hoodie. success.

“minho?” your gentle voice startles him out of his internal battles at the moment. “why are you naked?”

he puts on the hoodie, still avoiding looking at you while he closes the cabinet.

“spilled something on it.”

you blink. then you stretch while letting out a moan. he takes a deep breath.

you get up from the bed and go outside. he rolls his dirty shirt in his hand and follows you to the kitchen.

fuck. there you are again. you’re bending over, checking the damn fridge and he clenches his jaw so hard it feels like it's gonna break.

“did you eat my pudding?” you huff at him. he exhales.

“yeah. s-sorry. i’ll buy you two after”, he says, guilt-ridden, and you just stare at him for 5 seconds. shit, do you know about the other thing? it's not likely..

you laugh. “calm down. why do you look all pouty?” you think it’s odd. minho would usually poke fun at you for him eating your food. minho just blinks at you. you shrug and you just look for at least a snack.

“i forgot to do groceries… i won’t have shit to eat tonight”, you say, opening your pantry and finding nothing. you open your fridge again, then you open your pantry again as if food will mysteriously appear the second time you do it. 

he’d make fun of you for it if he wasn’t so distracted by your nipples poking through your camisole, the light from the kitchen making it visible and inviting. nope. you deserve the courtesy of him being normal.

he grips his dirty shirt that he’s still somehow holding onto. you don’t even seem to care about your little attire. you're so comfortable in his presence and here he is he feels warmth pool in his belly again. he blinks and stares at your face instead.

“y-yeah. i have to do groceries too. how about you go with me later? let’s eat at that new place near uni first”, minho says, trying to speak as non-chalant as possible.

“mhm okay. i’m hungry as hell though so let’s go now. i’ll just get changed”, you say as you walk back to your room.

you pass by him and suddenly grab his dirty shirt from him and he panics. he grabs it back a bit aggresively.

“hey! what the-”, you start but he interrupts you.

“sorry. it’s just really dirty”, he quickly says, gripping the shirt tightly so you won’t try doing anything again.

“yeah that’s why i’ll put it in the laundry bin. gimme.” you tug at the shirt he's holding while looking at him confused.

“i-i can wash it. besides, you’ll steal it from me and i like this shirt very much.” he doesn’t. and even if he did. he liked that you took his things. but he puts on a teasing smile anyway so you’ll buy his excuses. you just roll your eyes at him with a smile and shut your door to get changed.

minho sighs in relief. he goes outside your apartment to bury the evidence of his... perversions. he tosses the stained shirt into the bin outside, burying it under the other plastic bags. 

even after destroying evidence, it doesn't make him less guilty of the deed. he'll try not to think about it. it'll be easy. he'll get over it.

he comes back inside your apartment, and there you are again, all pretty in your ridiculous baggy pants and one of his hoodies you stole, all cute with a pout on your face as you frown at your phone when you hear the little “nomnomnomnom” sound come from it.

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a/n: this is my first fic (drabble?) ever. pls bare with me. i made this account just to read but i got distracted seeing lino's ig story. he's sooooo fucking cute i had to write something. also idrk how to do warnings let me know if there should be something else there (^人^)