#hawiian

[cwispihae]

Franky won the Twitter poll to be Usopp's new dad and he's ✨SUPER✨ stoked about it

[baltharino]

Black Lagoon | 1x03 Ring-Ding Ship Chase

[twordish-ler]

All of you are invited to my birthday party

[stagnant-stale]

!!! stale! what pokemon would be on YOUR team?

I was gonna answer this with an illustration but work kicked my ass again so it isn’t happening. BUT!!

My dream team consists of

Muk/Grimer (Alolan form,) Braviary, Machamp, Croagunk, Golisopod, and a shiny Aegishlash (My pride and joy from my sun and moon play-through)

I’m super indecisive so Volcarona, Zapdos, Incineroar and Heracross are all honourable mentions/subs. I love big bruiser pokemon that bring the house down.

[disneyphile]

Mickey plays slide...

Hawaiian Holiday (1937)

Questionable clean-ups of pathetic screen caps

[blademanunitpi]

Leilani 'Lani' Kaimana MooAneaV3 'Hau' 01162025

Lani, a calm yet snarky swimmer, teams up with Hau, her water dragon AppBeast, to tackle challenges with adaptability and teamwork. 💦🔥 Hau’s fire-containment skills and Lani’s grounded nature make them an unstoppable duo!

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[donsmoke419]

[nutcrackcrazyperson]

Zombie au: (based in italy)

Two survivors escape from the zombie hoard by hiding in an empty building

Which happens to be a pizza place

Which happens to have a working freezer, with food inside

BUT the only food there is pineapple pepperoni pizzas.

After crying in Italian for a while the survivors place a barrier of pizzas around the restaurant not willing to eat the pizzas even during the apocalypse and knowing full and well that even the zombies have kept their Italian blood and will stay away from the abomination known as hawiian pizza

Note: have no real opinion on this love-hate relationship. Just randomly thought up the idea as most ppl do. Italians please don't hate me🙏✌️

[muskatarians]

(via GIPHY)

[kingmagnitude]

I only like girls, yes i made it/

[old-inactive-bit]

GUYS IM SO SORRY I NEVER SHARED THIS I DONT THINK

HERE YALL GO

sorry again ;-;

currently repeating ‘I am cringe but I am free’ like a mantra rn because I showed my friends some sonic art of shadow eating a slice of pizza that I made (its also in a very cute, cell-shaded type style) & I am way more nervous than I should be

I would share it here but the poll about if you guys even WANT to see my sonic art in my style isn’t done yet lol

so! 2 days left, go vote if you do/don’t want to see chibi shadow eating a pizza slice in any of my styles lmao

[writing-until-i-drop]

Voice Kink | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader | wc: 1,246

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! dirty talk, make out session, fingering, Rooster being an annoying gentleman, lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

a/n: sorry it's late!

It was the best part of Rooster’s day, hearing your voice over the radio. You were a radio control operator in the tower, the only one who laughed at his jokes, and you would carry conversations with him as best as you could, answering with professional yeses or nos when your boss was in the room, even when he was flirting with you.

“How’s my favorite girl doing on this fine morning?” He knew he was testing it, flirting with you over open airwaves but he couldn’t help himself, wondering what you looked like, sitting in the tower. He’d thought about it so many times, what you would like like, what your voice would sound like without the distortion of the radio, and what you would sound like when he finally got his hands on you. Fuck, now was not the time to get a boner.

“This is tower control, Rooster, please wait, your clearance for takeoff has not come through,” He grinned when you responded in your my-boss-is-here-you-jerk voice. 

“Understood, tower control but I’m still waiting for an answer on how my favorite girl is doing.” There was a pause and he wondered if he had blown it but your soft response finally came right before he could offer an apology.

“I’m having a pretty bad morning but if you manage not to scuff up my runway, it’ll be a little better.” Rooster frowned, you were having a bad morning? He wanted to pry but over the radio probably wasn’t the best place to do it.

“You must be thinking of Hangman, sweetheart. I would never scuff up your runway,” Your laugh filled his headset and it helped him relax.

“Tower control to Rooster, you are clear for takeoff.” 

“Rooster to tower control, requesting permission to land.” Rooster didn’t have to wait long for your response.

“Tower control to Rooster, you are clear to land. Remember, I want you to put it down smoothly.” 

“I can do a lot of things smoothly,” You tried to muffle your giggle but he still heard it. “And I can prove it to you.”

“Oh yeah? Well, let’s see you stick this landing and maybe I’ll wear my new red dress to the Hard Deck.” 

“I’m going to hold you to that, get ready for the best landing you’ve ever seen.” Rooster pulled out all of the stops, making sure to hit the first wire, laying down his plane as smooth as possible on the runway. “See you at the Hard Deck, I’ll be the one in the Hawaiian shirt.” 

Your friends in the control tower had given you so much crap for planning a date over the radio but as embarrassed as you were, you were also excited. Rooster had to be hot, his voice was all deep and on morning hops it had this rasp to it that had your mind drifting outside of the control tower and straight to the bedroom, imagining what it would sound like first thing in the morning.

“Call me if you need me to pick you up,” Your friend said over the phone while you stood outside of the Hard Deck, gathering the nerve to go inside. “But I really hope I’m picking you up from that pilot’s place and not the bar.” 

“Shut up,” You laughed, hearing a car door slam shut in the parking lot. “The first thing you said to me when I transferred here was not to sleep with any of the pilots.” 

“Not sure I like that advice,” Rooster’s voice had you flushing pink, heat washing through your body. You hung up on your friend, looking up to finally catch your first glimpse of Rooster and your breath caught in your throat. No one should look that good in a Hawiian shirt. Tall, tan, and a mustache that wouldn’t have worked on anyone else. You felt your knees go a little weak. Rooster smirked, “But I do like that look on your face.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” You leaned against the wall, smiling as he closed the distance between the two of you. “This is how I usually look.” 

“I really hope not,” Rooster rested a hand on your waist, looming over you, his spiced cologne filling the air around you. “Because then every man who sees you is thinking exactly what I’m thinking.” 

“And what are you thinking?” You hoped he was thinking what you were thinking, which involved moving away from the bar and towards his car as fast as you could. You wrapped your arms around his neck,

“That you’re just as sexy as your voice.” You went up on your toes, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips that Rooster wasted no time deepening, pressing his hips into yours. “It’s embarrassing what your voice does to me.” He kissed down your neck, pulling whimpers and gasps from your lips.

“I love it when you flirt with me over the air,” You admitted, slipping a hand beneath his undershirt, feeling the smooth muscles of his back. “Shit,” Rooster nipped at your pulse. You could feel his hardness against your thigh, showing just how much he wanted you. “Please tell me you drove here.” 

“Sure you don’t want to have a drink first?”

“Why, is Hangman in there?” 

“Yeah, that’s it,” Rooster threw you over his shoulder and you squealed, “I’m not letting you anywhere near Hangman in that pretty little dress.” Rooster carefully set you in the back of his car and crawled in after you.

“Possessive is a really good look on you,” You grabbed him by the collar, pulling him down on top of you, kissing him hard.

“Good,” His calloused hands ran up your thighs, pushing your dress up to your waist. “Because I don’t share.” Rooster’s fingers ghosted over your panties, drawing out a soft moan. “How are you worked up already, pretty girl?” 

“Well, you’re hot,” You nipped at his bottom lip. “And your voice, fuck,” Rooster  stroked you through your underwear, “I hear it in my dreams sometimes.” 

“Good to know I’m not the only one.” The two of you made quick worth of your dress and underwear, the backseat filled with moans and sweet nothings, whispered between kisses. Rooster had his fun, working you up on his fingers until your toes were curling, “Cum for me, baby. Cum on my fingers like a good girl,” Pleasure washed over you, your body arching, fingers digging into Rooster’s broad shoulders. 

“Will you please,” You panted, trying to catch your breath as Rooster lavished your neck in kisses. “Please fuck me?” 

“I feel like I should take you out on a date first,” Any other time you would have appreciated him being a gentleman. But not when you were naked in the backseat of his car, feeling just how hard he was pressed against your sensitive core.

“This isn’t your pre-flight checklist, we can do things out of order.” Rooster chuckled, 

“I knew you’d sound good like this, so needy for me.” You rolled your eyes, grinding up into him, “Let me take you out to dinner first.” 

“Am I going to win this argument?” Rooster’s thumb found your clit, your body jolting at the contact.

“How about this, you come on my fingers for me one more time, then I buy you dinner,” He slipped a finger inside of you, “Then I’ll take you to my place and give you everything you want.” 

“Deal.”

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[awkwardblondiee]

NSFW! 18+

Billy Butcher x Reader

Billy loves sitting you two in front of a mirror so he can watch himself fuck you with his big fingers. He has you naked in his lap, your back against his broad chest and head on his shoulders, watching him tease you in the mirror. His hawiian shirt slightly open so his golden chain and greying chest hair rub against you. He’s got your legs slung over his, holding you open. He can see in the mirror just how wet and creamy your little hole is. He pinches your nipples and you whine. He thinks he sees you clench around nothing. He loves teasing you and getting you all riled up.

“Mmmmm, Billy please touch me. I need your fingers in me so bad”.

He chuckles low in his chest and smirks at you in the mirror.

“You want me to make you feel good love? Huh? Want my fingers to stretch out your tiny little cunt? I’m got you darling, just be a good girl and watch yourself get finger fucked in the mirror. Fuck, you look so pretty like this. Might have to fuck you after I stretch you out”.

He runs his hands down the length of your lusious body, making sure to give love to your sensitive breasts, belly and thighs on the way down to your throbbing clit. He slips his finger down to your tight slit to collect some of your slick and brings his finger back up to your clit, rubbing tight, slow circles.

“You’re so fucking wet already darling. I can see her dripping all over the sheets. So fucking messy, I love it”.

“Mmm oh god Billy, just like that. Keep touching my clit just like that”.

“You like that love? What if I just go a little lower…..”.

He brings one finger and prods at your soaked hole. He pushes in and groans while your eyes roll to the back of your skull, head lolling back onto his shoulder.

“Oi” he snaps you out of it, grabbing your chin.

“I want you to watch me make you cum. Keep your eyes on the mirror. Let me see you now”.

He starts fucking into your cunt with his finger while you both watch in awe, mouths open, quiet moans falling out of your mouth. He begins to speed up his movements, his finger quickly sliding in and out of you. The sound of your creamy pussy the only other noise besides your quickened breathing.

“Ohh shit, Billy keep going please. Add another finger, I need it. You’re gonna make me cum so hard baby”.

He adds another fingers into your cunt and reaches over with his other hands to rub at your clit simultaneously.

“Come on love, I wanna see you cream all over. I want you to get this mirror all dirty just so I can make you lick it off”.

“Ohhhhh I… I think I’m gonna cum! I… I can feel it coming Billy fuck!”.

He continues fucking into you with his fingers while rubbing consistent circles around your clit. He can feel your cunt tighten around his fingers and knows how close you are to cumming. You’re staring at each other in the mirror and his wink is what sends you over. You scream out into the room as your climax hits you. Your creamy squirt spraying onto the mirror, your eyes wide and mouth open in a silent moan. Billy only pulling his fingers out to slap your cunt once, twice and then three times, slashing the last of your cum onto the bed below. You slump back into his hold as you come down, still shaking from your orgasm. He wraps his arms around your front and kisses down your neck.

“That was so good…. so so good Billy. Fuck, I can’t believe you made me squirt like that.

“Well love, we’ve been practicing. Now, why don’t you crawl over to the mirror and clean up the mess you made”.

Ok so the drafting actually deleted was something like this but I think this one turned out better and even dirtier. Still trying to get down some of Butcher’s mannerisms and speaking style down. Let me know if you have any notes!

@billybutcherxyou

[disneyphile]

Donald & Minnie...

Hawaiian Holiday (1937)

[snidely-whipstache]

Have you discovered the purity balls yet?

Every single thing I've ever learned about Christianity has been against my will.

[cherrycola27]

Elementary

Summary: You are the younger sister of Natasha Trace. You've just moved to San Diego to teach 4th Grade. You never expected to fall for an older man in a Hawaiian shirt who happens to be her best friend.

Warnings: Language, Drinking. Smut, Age Gap, Daddy Kink. Minors DNI 18+

Next Part

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You'd noticed him the moment you and your friends had walked into the club. He was with a group of guys leaning up near the bar. He looked entirely out of place with his Hawiian shirt and aviators. He had a thick mustache that accentuated his almost familiar face.

He was still there when you walked up later to get a drink.

"Can I get a Titos and cran with Sprite?" You asked the bar tender. "Titos?" He commented. "Classy." He smirked before taking another sip of his beer.

You laughed before turning to him. "I'm trying not to hate myself in the morning. I spent enough time in college drinking bottom shelf shit out of a trash can in a frat house. I've done my share of hangovers. Thank you very much." You tell him.

He turns his body to face you fully. You catch the quick slip of his eyes as he scans your body.

"College? When was that? Last year?" You can't tell if he's joking or not.

"I graduated six years ago. I'm twenty-eight, not a child." You tell him. "What about you. When did you graduate Old Man? 1950?" You laugh.

"Old Man? Really? What makes you say that?" He asks you. "The 'stache and the Hawaiian shirt." You say nonchalantly.

He laughs. "Well, it's been about thirteen years since I graduated college. Didn't realize thirty-five was old." He shakes his head before finishing his drink at the same time the bartender comes back with yours. You go to hand him your card, but your new friend stops you.

"This one's on the Old Man." He winks at you.

"Thank you. You smile at him. "I'm Bradley, by the way, but everyone calls me Rooster." He puts his hand out for you to shake. You tell him your name, and then it clicks. He's one of your sisters coworkers.

She would kill you if she knew you were flirting with him, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

"What do you do for work, Rooster?" You asked him. You knew the answer. "I'm a Naval aviator, I fly jets and stuff." He says it so casually. "Oh, that's cool. I've got a few family members in the Navy." You tell him. That's not a lie. Your sister and your soon to be brother in law were both in the Navy. You didn't want to tell him who they were, though.

"Cool. What about you? What do you do for work?" He asks you.

"I teach. Actually, I just got hired to teach fourth grade at the elementary school near the Navy base here in San Diego." You tell him.

"No shit? I know if my teachers had been as pretty as you are, I might have paid better attention. But on a side note, I've got a couple of friends I work with whose kids are going to be in fourth grade there." He tells you.

Little does he know that those kids are your niece and nephew.

"Well, maybe I'll get to see you around then." You finish off your drink and set it on the bar, just as one of your favorite songs comes on. 'Unholy,' you thought—how fitting.

You grab him by the hand. Come dance with me, Bradley.

He happily follows you to the dance floor and pulls you flush against him as your body moves against him.

His hands have a tight grip on your hips. You turn to face him and start singing along with the music. You don't miss how his fingers did into your flesh a little harder each time the word 'Daddy' leaves your mouth.

As the song finishes, you decide to push your luck. You lean up on your tip toes and whisper in his ear. "How about be get out of here, Daddy?"

You smirk as he grabs your hand to lead you to the exit.

"Did you drive?" He asks the moment you're out of the club.

"Ubered." You tell him. "I drove, fuck, follow me." He says.

Moments later, the two of you are standing by a classic blue Bronco. You don't even have time to admire it before he pushes you up against it and kisses you roughly.

It takes all of the willpower he has not to fuck you in the parking lot.

It takes him ten minutes to get back to his bungalow. He's undressing you the minute you get through the door.

Your clothes are strung haphazardly throughout his home. It's a miracle the two of you make it to the bed. But you do. Soon, he's got you laid out before him, and his face is buried between your legs.

He eats your pussy like it's his day job, all the while his hips rut into the mattress. He makes you cum twice on his tongue and fingers.

"Condom?" He asks as he prepares to fuck you.

"Clean. On the pill." You tell him.

"I'm clean too, fuck, you want me to hit it raw?" He growls.

"Yes, please, Daddy." You tell him with hooded eyes.

As he slides into you, you know exactly why they call him Rooster. He's huge in length and girth. He's splitting you open in the most delicious way.

He fucks into you hard, fast, and deep. He takes one of his large hands and presses it on your stomach. You can feel him in there.

"Fuck, you feel how deep I am?" He ask you. You nod your head. "You like feeling Daddy so deep in this tight, perfect little pussy?" He groans.

You whine out a response as he toys with your clit.

"You gonna cum again for me baby?" He asks you. "Yes, Daddy, close!" You moan out.

"Fuck, I can tell. Can feel you clenching so hard on me. That's it darlin, be a good girl and take Daddy's cock." He tells you. Soon, you're falling over the edge, screaming for him.

"Good girl, such a good girl." He praises you.

"Baby, I'm close, where do you want me to—" He asks but you cut him off before he can finish

"Cum in me! Fill me up, Daddy!" You moan out. You don't have to tell him twice. Rooster cums and fills you up with his spend.

He collapses on the bed next to you. After a few minutes, he gets a cloth to help you clean up. You try to get up to find your clothes, but he pulls you closer to him.

"Stay, I'll make pancakes in the morning." He tells you.

You know you shouldn't, but you stay anyway.

The next morning, he does make you pancakes. The two of you get to know each other all morning, and he asks to take you out on a proper date that night.

"I can't tonight. I have to babysit my niece and nephew, but I'm free tomorrow." You tell him.

He agrees. A few hours and several orgasms later, he's dropping you off at your apartment. You have just enough time to make it look like you haven't spent the day getting fuckeswithin an inch of your life before your sister shows up with her fiancée and kids.

The doorbell rings, and Catia and Cristiano run in to greet you. "Aunty Thena!" The cry as they both hug you. You laugh at the nickname. Your sister and her fiancée and almost all of their friends were aviators with callsigns. You didn't have one but were given the honorary callsign "Thena" after the goddess Athena by your future brother in law. He claimed it was because you were both wise and scary. Even though you were barely nineteen when her sneaky link turned into her baby daddy, you were still a force to be reckoned with and wise beyond your years.

But Coyote stepped up when Nat found out she was pregnant. Their casual hook ups turned into something serious. Your parents had wanted them to get married before the twins were born, but they didn't want to get married just because Natasha was pregnant.

You supported her through her pregnancy and their relationship. You had even helped him pick out the ring.

The both of you still laugh when he tells she story about why he and the kids call you Thena.

"Cat, Cris, please don't kill your aunt before she has a chance to watch you!" Coyote scolds them as he walks into your home.

"Javy, they are just excited to see her. It's been months since she last visited. Natasha tells him as she comes in.

"Hey, little sis!" She smiles as she comes to hug you. "I'm so glad you moved out here!"

"You just like that you have a free baby sitter now." You joke with her.

Coyote laughs and shrugs his shoulders.

"Now listen up terror twins." He addresses his children. You laugh at the nickname for them. It's funny because it's true. You and the twins have gotten into a few messes together. Catia, the oldest, was definitely the mastermind, while Cristiano was, more often than not, the unwilling accomplice.

"Your mom and I will be back in a few hours to pick you up. We have to finish a few wedding things. Be good for your Aunt Thena and listen to her. It will be good practice for when you start back to school and she is your teacher." Javy tells the kids.

Both of them promised to be on their best behavior. You wave goodbye to Nat and Javy. As soon as they are gone, you and the kids are ordering pizza and finding a movie to watch.

You're careful to make sure they don't see your phone and who you are texting.

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You hadn't meant for it to go this far. After your first date with Rooster, you swore you were going to tell him who you were, but you liked the idea of keeping your relationship to yourself. You didn't want to hear what Nat had to say, but honestly, it wasn't any of her business. You were an adult.

The sex with Rooster was amazing, but he was a great boyfriend, too. These had been the best six weeks of your life.

You were currently lying in bed with him after a bit of afternoon delight.

"You really are the best partner that I've had Bradley. Most guys my age last like five minutes and don't even care if I cum. But not you. To be an old man, you sure can keep up." You tease him as you prop yourself up on his chest.

"I'm a Top Gun graduate, babe. The top 1% of Naval aviators in the entire fucking nation. Longevity and stamina are hard wired into me. Don't you know the reason why everyone wants a classic car now?" He asks you. You shake your head.

"Because they can keep their motor running for much longer." He smirks before rolling you onto your back for another round.

You were still in a post sex haze when you're phone went off.

"Shit!" You shouted and jumped up. "What?" Rooster asked you.

"I'm late! I'm supposed to meet my sister for some wedding stuff. I've got to go! I'll text you later!" You shout over your shoulder as you head out the door.

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You and Natasha spent the evening working on some last-minute wedding plans. Once you were done, she suggested that you, her, and Coyote go out for drinks. His parents were keeping the twins for the weekend, so they wanted to take the chance to hang out without worrying about Cat and Cris.

You thought everything would be fine. You were wrong.

Everything was fine until you pulled into the Hard Deck and noticed a familiar blue Bronco. Shit. This wasn't good.

You tried your best to stay cool. You were attempting to fire off a text to Rooster, but Nat was pulling you towards the door.

She looped her arm in yours as she walked over to the group of pilots. You spotted Rooster and his Hawiian print shirt with them. His back was to you.

"Guys! This is my sister that I told you about!" Natasha announced proudly as she introduced you to the group. Everyone smiled and greeted you.

"Bradshaw! Say hi to my little sister!" Nat said, punching him in the shoulder. You didn't miss the color draining from his face when his eyes met yours.

You smirked at him as you introduced yourself.

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The evening was awkward, to say the least. You didn't miss the glances Rooster kept sending you. You did your best to avoid him, but ultimately, both of you were sent on a drink run.

You walked up to the bar to order them, with him hot on your heels.

As soon as you'd ordered them, he grabbed your arm and spun you around.

"You're Nat's sister! How could you not tell me you were her sister?" Rooster whisper shouted at you, as the two of you waited for the drinks.

"It never came up and you never asked." You replied nonchalantly.

"She's going to kill me." He groaned.

"Don't worry, Daddy, I'll make sure she doesn't." You smirked at him.

"You can't call me that!" Rooster shushed you as he looked around to make sure no one was watching the two of you.

"Why not? You weren't complaining about it earlier today when I was face down and ass up and you were pulling my hair while fucking me into you mattress." You teased him. "In fact, I'm pretty sure you said 'oh baby, your tight pussy feels so good wrapped around Daddy's cock. Come on darlin cum for Daddy. Make a mess all over him.'"

Rooster turned as red as a beet. "Why didn't you tell me? We've been dating for six weeks!" Rooster stated.

"I was afraid you wouldn't like me anymore. I liked keeping you to myself. Once people know, they give their opinions, and they put their nose where it doesn't belong. Also, do you think Nat is going to be cool with this?" You tell him.

"She's going to kill me. She's going to cut my fuel lines, or she's going to use real guns during training. I'm so dead." Rooster shook his head.

Just then, Penny appeared with the tray of drinks for everyone. Rooster picked it up and turned towards you and sighed.

"Don't worry, baby, I promise we will figure this out. Just smile and nod until it's time to go home." You tell him. "Okay." He sighs.

"Now, let's go get these drinks to them before someone comes looking for us. Don't freak out, I promise I'll take extra good care of you tonight, Daddy, when I come over." You smirk at him.

Rooster shakes his head and follows you back to the group.

You were both too caught up in your conversation to notice a certain Weapons Systems Officer who had come to get more peanuts, and who had unfortunately overheard the end of your conversation.

"Well, well, well." Bob sighed. "This isn't going to be good."

Hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter!

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