#i was in the mood for making one so👉🏻👈🏻

[princessbrunette]

You know how sometimes rafe just says “kiss” when he wants reader to come and give him one…. how would he react if one time he said it but instead of getting up on your tippy toes to kiss him lips, you drop to your knees and kiss his bulge through his dress pants 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

꒰ 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 ꒱

but what about this with boxer!rafe before he heads off to training ……. standing there in a muscle tank and sweatpant-shorts all strong n tall :( he comes into the kitchen to say goodbye to you before he heads out, waving you over n commanding a gentle “kiss.”

you skip over, in a mood especially after seeing how good he looks n you just can’t help yourself, you bend at the knees and press a long kiss to his crotch, pulling away with a sweet little smile and standing up straight once more.

when you’re back at full height, he simply stares at you with a knowing smirk before speaking once more. “gonna give me a real kiss like i asked or do you just wanna suck me off? hm?”

“can’t a girl have both?” you bat your lashes, giggling at your own joke and he grips your waist, left hand sliding round to your lower back and firmly pushing so you fall against him, rafe manhandling you with such an ease that would come naturally to a boxer. he licks his lips and tilts his head, eyes on your mouth. “i’m going to be late. give me a real kiss.” he enunciates, and you can’t help but feel the way his crotch presses right up against you.

“you dont have any time?” you pout and licks at the back of his teeth shaking his head.

“wish i did.” he makes the move himself, leaning down and pressing a warm, wet kiss to your lips before pulling away only slightly. “want that shit wet for me when i get through those doors later on, alright? gonna wanna blow off some steam, you got me yeah? you’ll do that for me?”

“yes rafe.” you breathe out obediently, letting your eyes flutter open to look up into his as he stares you down.

“mm, good.” he slaps your ass before stepping out of your space, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on the kitchen island, headed towards the door. “well then i’ll see you later.”

꒰ 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 ꒱

[lild00td00t]

Hi, I hope you are doing well! Can I request headcanons on how Crocodile, Buggy, Mihawk and Doflamingo would propose to their s/o or how they would react if their s/o was the one to propose to them? (Which ever you feel like is fine! :))

Have a great day!

One Piece War Lords: Proposing to their S/O

This was so adorable thank you for requesting the War Lords!! I’ll have to write a part 2. Buggy was honestly my favorite for a bit… 👉🏻👈🏻 but these are gonna be so HELLA friggin cheesy. I’m a hopeless romantic.. so please… COURT ME LIKE WE’RE IN PRIDE AND PREJUDICE.

Buggy

• He’s so nervous, his hands are clammy, even on the inside of his gloves sweat is lining along the fabric of them. He’s talked it over to himself multiple times, rationalizing the best and worst case scenario.

• He can’t help but melt when he sees you with the promise ring he gifted. He sweats bullets when you tease him about getting married… at dinner he nearly choked, and poor Mr.3 nearly had a heart attack just trying to dislodge the food that got caught in his throat. But he felt like that a majority of the times you discussed it. Like something was lodged in his throat and cutting off his air.

• So when you’re watching the crew bring a haul back on the ship, hands on your hips in a relaxed stance, you barely notice when he slips a ring on your finger, and he discreetly prays you don’t say anything about it until you screech and throw your arms around him, his body probably splits in 2 out of shock- this poor man -

• “ How does it feel knowing you’re going to be married to the future pirate king ?! Flashy ?! As it should feel?! “ Then the second you romanticize over the idea he practically hemorrhages 🥲

Mihawk

• The most poetic. God - he probably leaves you little poems every where, and they’re all based on you <3

• Your dates are so adorable. Like picnics, or going on row boats. It’s so quiet on the water, so you don’t notice when he slips down on one knee, clasping your hands in his while presenting a ring.

• You nearly flip the boat when you finally comprehend what’s happening but luckily your better half is much more calm and collected.. he was prepared for this reaction.. atleast he thinks he was -

• He kisses your knuckles, then overlaps your hands with his and holds them to his heart

• “ It seems as though the love saga of my poems will continue until death do us part…“

Crocodile

• Posessive..

• He truly is materialistic and is telling the truth. You genuinely will get what you want. But he can see it in your eyes that you’re not after his money, or his valuables or even his status. He can see the way you adoringly look up to him when he talks. And he’s not used to such an innocent form of love you offer.

• He feels that you must be protected, for what you make him feel is vulnerability. Which scares him. Because no one has ever made him feel that way before. So when the time is right, most likely on a starry night when you’re on a walk he’ll stop, just long enough to kneel and pull out the box, just long enough for you to realize what he’s doing. And with that, he confesses his love

• “ With this ring, you are mine.. whatever you want you can have. You will always be treated with my respect and my love, nothing will ever be enough to satiate how I feel for you. No amount of gold compares to that ring on your finger, for it holds the greatest power in all the world.. my promise to you. “

Doflamingo

• Like crocodile he’s possessive.. but with a sweet?? Spin ?? To it ???

• The moment he slips the ring on your finger he brings your hand to his lips for a sweet kiss, giving you that bone chilling smile while keeping his lips pressed to your skin.

• He doesn’t make a big, fancy show out of it. Because he knows that you don’t need everyone to know. It’s obvious that you’re his

• You listen when he talks. You’re never put off by his nightmares or bad moods. You urge him to talk about his brother and family. You talk about starting a new one… as a second chance.

• “ A second chance for the Heavenly Demon.. “ he thinks to himself, lost in thought. You weren’t scared to say that he was flawed, but it didn’t matter, because you could work on it together

• “ As long as you are mine, you will be taken care of and no one, I mean no one, will ever mistreat you ever again, lest they want my wrath… “ And he means it. He means every word of it. He would wage wars in your name, bring cities to the ground, and split the ocean in two if he could, unlike crocodile, who is alittle more materialistic with his promises. <3

[urauntiefaye]

Omgg, I was the anon who requested the “bulging” and girl….u had me biting my hand, bouncing of the walls, ovulating like an omega waiting to be fucked HARD by both fuma and kei(u can clearly tell who my biases are)

A knee ways, I’m here again to request again👉🏻👈🏻…what do u think &team’s fav positions are AND with overstimulation(that leads to squirting cus we freaky hehe) and if u don’t mind, can I be 🍧 anon cus I’m gon be visiting here VERY often🤭🤭

&Team Favorite Positions+Overstimulating/Squirting 🔞

WC: 1753

TW: Smut, Overstimulation, Squirting, AFAB reader, slapping in Yuma's, oral in Takis, unprotected sex, bandage in Yuma, usage of toys in Yuma's, spanking in Makis, sex in front of mirror in Nicholas, orgasm denial in Makis, slight choking in Keis and Fumas, BDSM/Bondage in Yumas, Not Proof Read, if uncomfortable with any of these don't read, Let me know if I forgot anything!

A/N: Teehee🤭💞, I’m glad you liked it anonie~, and yesss of course you can be 🍧 anon!, omg my first emoji anon so exciting~

Kei-

Kei has a few favorite positions in my opinion. I don't think he can choose just one. The first position is you on your back and legs over his shoulders. His hand switches between resting on your thighs or ankles. Even having your lower half lifting off the bed. The second one would be you on top of him, but he's laying down and you're laying down on top of him fully. back against his chest. He wraps one arm around your waist and his other hand on your throat as he fucks up into you. Honestly any position where he can control you and has power over you. Also loves putting you in head lock in the position or when you're in doggy position. And like I've said in a previous post, Kei is very competitive. So he loves to overstimulate you, either by rubbing your clit so much, or just by fucking you for hours. He just wants to know how many times you can cum, and has a set goal for you too. Like tonight you're coming 6 times. Because of this it always leads to you squirting all over the place.

Fuma-

Hmm, so I see it as three positions, but each one depends on his mood?, so the classic missionary where he can see you and hold your hand, resting his forehead against yours as he whispers sweet words is for when he's in a soft loving mood. Cowgirl where he's sitting up hands on your hips and ass, is when he's tired, he'll still take care of you but he's so exhausted. Plus he just loves seeing you riding his cock and struggling to keep yourself up. And doggy style where he is either pulling your hair or putting you in a headlock is when he's pent up with frustration or is just super fucking horny needs to let it all out. When you're in doggy position is when he's the roughest with you too, going at it for so long even though you both already came. He's not done until he's let everything out of his system, leading to him overstimulating not just you but him as well. It usually won't end till he has you squirting at least twice and his cum is flooding out of you.

Nicholas-

Loooooves back shots so much, it feels so good for you. And he loves just seeing how you willingly bend over for him, shaking your ass begging for him. Not just that but he also loves when there's a body mirror in front of you. Being able to see your face contour in pleasure because of how good he's making you feel. Also loves having you take him while sitting in his lap, but your back against his, legs spread wide so he can see how you take his dick. Makes you look at the mirror too, if you look away he's slapping your thighs. Uses overstimulation as a punishment most of the time. Forcing you to ride him as he rubs your clit, gripping your face to keep you from looking away from the mirror. He won't let you go until you're a crying whining mess, but even then he most likely won't. Not until you're squirting so much it even gets on the mirror. He rubs your clit hard and fast when you're squirting too, maybe even slapping it.

Euijoo-

Loves when you ride him, especially if you're facing him. Wants to be sitting up while doing it, your legs wrapped around his waist. He loves this for so many reasons, 1. Is because he can see all of you, especially your face, he can't get enough of how beautiful you look moaning his name 2. It's easy access to your body, his hands can touch you everywhere and 3. He can shove his face in your chest and easily lick and suck on your nipples. Wants you to ride forever, begs you to not stop, if you’re tired that's okay. He can just hold onto your hips and rut up into you. Usually hugs you in this position too, he can't let go. Won't let go until he can see his and your juices mixed together making a mess on both of your thighs. But when it gets to this point you're so far gone, head in the clouds. Slumped against his body as he has his way with yours. It gets so much that you end up squirting all over soaking his lower tummy and your thighs even more.

Yuma-

I don't think he has a set favorite one 🤔, but if he had to choose it'll probably be you in one of those sex swings, or your ankles and wrist cuffed to the bed spreading you out like a starfish. Doesn't matter if you're on your back, or your stomach. He just loves how it leaves you so vulnerable to him, and how much easy access he has to your body in these positions. Also loves overstimulating you, it's one of his favorite pastimes. He's doing it in so many ways too, either it's with shoving a vibrating dildo in you with a g-spot vibrator along with a butt plug and another fucking vibrator against your clit. He won't even touch you in those moments, just watches you as he plays with your hair. Seeing how you squirm and moan from it being ‘too much’. Even when he replaced the dildo with his actual meaty heavy dick, he still kept the g-spot vibrator and the vibrator on your clit. He's slapping your thighs, chest, ass, face honestly anywhere on your body with either his hand or a whip. Also probably has nipple clamps on you(this man is into BDSM and no you can not tell me otherwise🫵🏻). You always end up squirting so much, but even then he won't stop. He sees it as a game on how much he can get you to squirt.

Jo-

I feel like Jo really likes having sex on the side? Like you're both cuddling, doesn't matter if you're facing him or if your ass is pressed against him. Lifts your leg up and fucks you, he just finds it so easy and soft too. Possibly kind of rolls you over/pins you against the bed as he rocks his hips against yours. It also gives him easy access to your neck, and he loves marking you up too. He can honestly fuck you for so long without cumming. It's not that it takes him a while to cum, more so that I feel like Jo is just really good at holding it back. He switches between going soft and rough though. He won't allow himself to cum till you squirt though. Which does happen because he drags the sex out for so long. But he sees you squirting as like an achievement and him cumming is his reward.

Harua-

Any- okay just …. Hear me out on this one guys. I really think Harua loves any position. Doesn't matter what it is, BUT he may have a little bit more of a preference for one position. I don't know what it's called, but it's where you're laying on your back. Legs up in the air but pressing against each other. He loves it because it gives him access to your pussy better plus it allows him to see his dick slipping in and out of you. Usually holds the back of your knees, and when he gets close he's pushing them against your chest. Omg he loves having your legs pressed against your chest, having you hold them there as he travels his hands down to your pussy. Spreading your folds so he can see better, even rubbing your clit while doing so. It always gets so much for you, especially since he's had you cum three times on his mouth. He doesn't really mean to overstimulate you, he just can't get enough of how your moans get higher and how you scrunch your face when cumming. Because of this you end up squirting, and he would kill to see it again. Would def want you to squirt in his mouth at some point.

Taki-

Whatever position he can get you in, at the moment, and as long as he can have his hands on your tummy. It's usually missionary or doggy style. He doesn't really think about it, just shoves you down and takes you. He also just loves your tummy no matter the size, I really think he has a thing for tummies smh. He's super hypersexual too, and loves having sex. He’s addicted to it and the feeling of cumming. So when you do have sex he can go many many MANY rounds with you. He won't even really take any breaks, just keeps going even though you both already came. If and when you do squirt he's probably not stopping them either. He's obsessed with that shit and wants to see it again. If you need a break from penetration, that's chill he'll just eat you out instead which again he can do for hours. Eating you out is his favorite thing in the world, especially if you squirt all over his face. Yeah, sex with Taki is super messy in my opinion.

Maki-

Backshots/doggy style, I feel like Maki is an ass guy. Plus it gives him control over your body, loves where he can just stand there, gripping your hips and slamming your ass against his dick. Plus it gives him easy access to slapping and grabbing your ass. Loves pulling your hair in this position too, or shoving your face in the pillow and having one of his legs on the floor, and one on the bed to angle his hips better to reach even more sensitive spots in you. When it comes to overstimulating he probably doesn't do it every night. But when he does he gets crazy with it. Rubbing and slapping your clit to no end, never letting up his thrust. Might even start with orgasm denial at first until you're begging him to let you cum. But when he oh so generously lets you it's not just once, he's having you cum so much that it triggers you to squirt, soaking the bed sheets and your thighs. If you thought you were done there…well let's just say you might want to think again because he won't stop until you're begging again.

[lewmagoo]

A naughty Rhett request!

I am in the mood for angsty!Rhett who doesn’t place as high as he thinks he should’ve in a rodeo and thinks the ref screwed him over, so he comes home and takes out his frustration on Reader in bed and needs to hear her give him all the praise and reassurance 👉🏻👈🏻🥹

the ride home was silent.

he always got this way after a bad ride. withdrawn. lost in his head. plagued with feelings of terrible inadequacy. he tried not to let it get to him, but he struggled. and tonight, he was even more upset than usual. you could tell by the way he remained tense, even as he drove home. he didn’t even bother to turn the radio on, which was usually the first thing he did when he started up the truck. it wasn’t just that he’d had a bad ride. in fact, he rode just fine. but when he glanced up at the scoreboard afterwards, his score was one of the lowest on the board.

that score was bogus. you knew it. he knew it. but for whatever reason, it was what he was given. and it had him spiraling with thoughts of, am i not good enough? is this really worth it? you watched him grapple with it, his mind working a million miles a minute as he processed it all during the ride home. you let him have the quiet, not wanting to inundate him with questions or try to get him to speak when he wasn’t ready to. in the early days of your relationship, you might’ve worried about him, as he’d struggled with communicating. but he had gotten better about it since then. he’d talk when he was ready.

he remained silent as he pulled into your driveway, and continued even when you’d finally walked into the house together. you decided to speak then. “are you hungry? i can fix somethin’ for you,” you said. he stood in the entryway, looking defeated. then he mumbled something as he moved to kick off his boots. “what was that?” you asked. “said ‘m not hungry!” he snapped in exasperation. but directly after that, he lowered his head, his shoulders falling. tentatively, you approached him, and he managed to look at you, his features dejected. “i’m sorry darlin’. didn’t mean t’ be short with you. i’m just…” he trailed off.

you lovingly held his face in your hands. “i know,” you hummed, leaning in to kiss him. he relished in your touch, his eyes fluttering shut. “i…can we…” he couldn’t seem to get the words out. “what? it’s okay, say what you need,” you urged. he kissed you again, and there was an air of desperation to it. “i need y’ to…i…” you had a feeling what he was trying to ask about. but he couldn’t voice it, because there was part of him that felt wrong for it. dirty, and not in a good way. but you always encouraged him to speak his mind, to make his desires known. “you’re okay. it’s just me and you. talk to me, cowboy.” he had to know that he was safe with you. always.

his large hands came to rest on your hips, thumbs tracing circles over the fabric of your jeans. he let out a breath before he finally admitted what he wanted. “i need you. need to forget about this fuckin’ ride. wanna be inside you. god, i…i wanna have my way with you.” the weight of his words, so desperate, as if he was fighting the desire roiling within him, sent heat thrumming between your thighs. your fingers curled into the fabric of his button down. “yeah?” you breathed. “i’m right here. take what you want, rhett.” that was what he needed. that spoken consent to allow himself to give in to this urge. you trusted him. you wanted to give yourself to him.

one hand came up to rest against the back of your head, and he kissed you deeply, slotting his thigh between yours. something snapped within him. the invisible chains that held him back broke, and suddenly, you found yourself being guided toward the couch. it was one of those nights - you wouldn’t be making it to the bed for this encounter. rhett kissed you like a starving man, tongue and teeth, tasting you. you found yourself being maneuvered down to the floor, and you went eagerly. as soon as you were sprawled on the rug, he stopped to hover over you, and even in the low light, you could see a wildness in his eyes. narrow, like a cat’s. he’d just caught his prey, and he was going to devour it.

in a frenzy of hurried limbs, he had your jeans and panties off, and he unbuckled his belt with one hand, shoving his jeans down enough to free his cock. he at least had the decency to slide his hand between your legs, fingers searching, carefully prodding. he knew your cunt well, and he knew just how to get it soaked for him. your own arousal, mixed with his saliva that he spat upon his hand and used to lube up his cock, provided the right amount of slick for him to inch into you. at the thick intrusion, you gasped, and he swallowed the sound with his own mouth. “shhh, take it, take it,” he whispered, watching your face contort as your anatomy stretched around him.

when he bottomed out, you whined, and he gazed down at the place where your bodies met. “atta girl,” he gruffed. and then he started moving, and you saw stars. slow at first, but he wasted no time in building a rhythm. a hurried push and pull. but you knew what he needed. what he craved. so you gave it to him. “oh, rhett. you feel so fuckin’ good,” you sighed. you weren’t over exaggerating, either. he did make you feel good. he always did. but he needed extra reassurance tonight. and from the sound of the breathless moan he let out, you’d hit it right on the money. you searched for his mouth, leaving open mouthed kisses to his lips. “fuck, right there. nobody else makes me feel like this. n- oh! - nobody gets to be inside me this way. it’s all yours. only yours!” you cried.

he buried his face against your neck, groaning your name. “oh, god. say it again,” he pleaded. you clutched at his broad shoulders, fingers digging into the flesh. “nobody else loves me like you do! nobody else fucks me like you do!�� but your second sentence faltered when he offered a particularly deep thrust, cock brushing against a spot that made you squeal, your eyes rolling back. “oh my—oh fuck.” he leaned back to kiss you again, whispering into your mouth. “uh-huh, that’s right. i’m the only one that gets t’ use th-this sweet fuckin’ pussy.” and you keened at his words. “only you!” you echoed. “yo-you’re everything, rhett. f-fuck, i…i love you! i love you, i love you, i love you!”

he growled like a wounded animal, chest heaving against yours. he was losing himself. “fuck, honey, i…i can’t…” his voice was pained. “i-it’s okay,” you assured him. he was so pent up, so needy and desperate for you, that he was already there, ready to topple over the edge. and you encouraged it, begged for it. “c’mon, fill me up. cum inside your pussy,” you pleaded. you knew calling your cunt his would send him over the edge. because it was his, after all. no one else was allowed access to it. only him. and then, with a growl that melted into a broken wail, he fell apart, body tensing above you before his cock swelled within you and soon spilled his release into the very core of your being. you moaned, gladly taking every last drop he had to give.

and when he was finished, it took every ounce of strength in him not to collapse on top of you. he caught his breath, silence hanging between you for a moment as you combed your fingers through his hair. but as the post orgasm haze began to clear, you could see insecurity settling in. “shit, i didn’t mean for that t’ happen so fast. feel like a damn teenager,” he muttered. but you shook your head, smiling up at him. “nope, don’t you dare apologize. i thought it was hot,” you said. he quirked a brow up. “really?” he asked. “uh-huh. seeing you lose control…god, it’s so fucking sexy, babe,” you continued on. he smiled, leaning in to kiss you. a beat. then two. “thank you for, uh, for…yeah.”

you giggled softly. “you’re welcome, cowboy. i love you. so much.” his face grew serious as he nodded, “i luh you too,” he answered. then, “but i ain’t finished. need to take you for a ride.” and before you could say anything else, he was slipping out of you, surging downward to bury his face between your legs to show you his gratitude.

[tenabrye]

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👉🏻👈🏻

Pet names for what vash and reader call each other? I have a feeling he calls her “petal” (get it? Cuz hes a plant?) or “little flower”. Some cute shit like that!

Fank you!

I think I'd instantly fold if I was ever called little flower. I tried to think of ones that are not only cute but would also have a bit of meaning behind them.

Vash's Nicknames for You

Petal. Simple and sweet, he often calls you this during moments in which he wants attention from you. Uttering the nickname in a low voice, sometimes dragging it out as a slight whine. The blond will also come up from behind, arms snaking around your waist as he buries his face into the side of your neck, whispering it into your ear.

Little flower. Vash often calls you this when in a playful mood and he wants to tease you a little. Saying it is also followed by a little wink from him, lips curling upwards into a knowing smile. Will also use this nickname to diffuse tension.

Darling. A more domestic nickname that makes his heart flutter every single time he says it, because he does see a future with you that is domestic bliss. Or, when the two of you are doing couple stuff together.

Sunshine. He calls you this so much that people start to think it's your actual name. Vash has witnessed a lot, gone through a lot, but then you stepped into his life. To him, you are the light of his life and the sun that keeps him warm even on the coldest nights. It's a nickname he holds dear to his heart, for you are the ray of sunshine that shines down on him during his bad days, when he thinks he's alone.

Starlight. He saves this one for the more intimate moments that are nothing but sensual lovemaking. With you in his loving embrace and his name falling from your lips with each thrust, he can't help but whisper it into your ear.

Your Nicknames for Him

Honey/Hon. You know he loves it when you call him this. A light crimson hue dusts his cheeks each and every time, and you can't help but chuckle as he smiles and tries to look anywhere but at you. You know he loves domestic stuff, so such a nickname is used every now and then.

My Prince/Prince. A sweet little nickname you always use each and every time you get into a little bit of trouble and Vash comes to the rescue. Even though he says he's not much of a prince, it still makes him smile when you say it.

Sweet Boy. Typically used when he's being a little needy for your attention or in a cuddly mood. Never fails to make him smile and bury his face into either your neck, chest, or back, depending on how you're cuddling with him.

Sweet Cheeks. This is the one you always use when you want to tease him. He can't tell whether it's his face cheeks or his other cheeks you're referring to, which is why it flusters him a little, but it's adorable and he really doesn't mind it.

My One and Only. Not much of a nickname, however, Vash is absolute putty in your hands when you cup his face and say it oh so softly to him. His eyes soften, lips slowly curling into the softest of smiles as he stares at you with such adoration.

[lambilegs]

Your thoughts on face fucking with mean dom Lee? 👉🏻👈🏻🫦

facefucking with g!p and dom!lee hehe 🤭💗 (contains: facefucking, g!p lee, reader crying from pleasure/stimulation of being facefucked, degradation ("slut," "desperate," "stupid"), bodily fluids, dirty talk, brat taming, reader is referred to as "good girl")

OMGGGG bless you for this request, this was SO hot to write eekkkkk

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒₊˚*ੈ🎀⸝⸝🍓⋆ 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒₊˚*ੈ🎀⸝⸝🍓⋆

I could one hundred percent see her doing this as a form of brat taming. like, you're on your knees, while she's seated on your guys' couch, legs spread. you keep teasing her, kissing and licking on her wet inner thighs, brushing your nose against her balls but not giving them any satisfying attention. when you finally get your mouth on her cock, you dot small, wet little kisses along the warm length of it, tongue darting out to give it short-lived kitten licks. it sends her hips bucking desperately, her mouth filling with pretty grunts and moans, mumbling, "please, I need more."

but, you keep fucking going, relentless in your teasing. you keep spreading your tongue flat against her cock, slowly licking up, only giving attention to the head when it's to curl the tip of your tongue against it as you finish your licks. you round your lips around the side of her cock, slowly moving it up with raspy, wet noises. you keep giving her a tease, a hint of what it'd be like be fully surrounded in the hot, wet cavern of your mouth, and her patience is slowly crumbling. because the more you tease, the more frustrated she's getting. she's had a long damn day, and you drawing out her pleasure like this is furthering both her arousal and irritation, the former of which only increases the latter. her begs soon turn into groans of frustration as you keep pursuing your efforts to tease, and finally, she grabs your head, muttering, "are you gonna take me in or not?"

you bat your eyes, innocently nodding. but, she knows you -- she knows you're faking, that you're in one of those moods to be put in your place rather than asked nicely. she can tell from the faint smirk that spreads on your lips as they lock onto the head of her sopping dick. for all you do is suck gently, before popping it out, raising a mischievous eyebrow at her as you pepper kisses back down to her balls.

that's what makes her snap. she grabs you by the hair, raising your head up with a firm, hard yank, whispering, "you've had your fun now. open."

when your mouth remains clamped shut, she grabs your jaw, and tugs you up into a brutal kiss, teeth clashing and tongues immediately toying together. when you part, she shoves three fingers into your mouth, her other hand using your hair to guide you back to her cock. she lets go, though, to grab the base and lead the tip of it to your mouth, smacking it against your pretty lips. fingers still deep in your mouth, coaxing it open, it's easy for her to splatter drops of precum onto your tongue, which gets you immediately moaning.

"yeah, you like that, don't you?" she mumbles, her breaths ragged and harsh. "that's all you're gonna get if you don't open up like a good girl."

she can see how your thighs press together at those words, and she fingerfucks your mouth deeper, eyes burning into yours. "come on, be good for me."

eyebrows furrowed from pleasure, your lips part further, and with a small, satisfied quip of her lips, she draws her fingers out from your mouth, barely giving you two moments to catch your breath before one hand is wrapped in your hair again, and the other is pushing the sweet, pink head of her cock into your mouth.

you moan loudly in surprise, mouth hanging open in immediate complacency as soon as her cock begins sliding in. soon enough, she's halfway in your mouth, your lips tightly wrapped around her and eyes watering from the pressure of it.

she pats your cheek, jaw clenched as she looks down at you, so depraved but eyes so soft and innocent. "you're so filthy. all you need is a few niceties, and you open up like this?"

your eyes flutter shut, and her grip on your face tightens. "look at me."

and you do, tears beginning to drip, whines tumbling out.

her thumbs wipe away the wetness on your cheeks, but the kind gesture is soon intercepted by those same fingers moving to hold your head in place. you whimper around her cock, both of you knowing what's to come.

without warning, she starts thrusting her hips up, cock pumping in and out of your mouth. drool bubbles from the corner of your lips from the constant movement, and she bites her lip at the sight of it, cheeks flushed in both pleasure and awe from how fucked out you look. your hand on her knee tightens as her cock slaps against the roof of your mouth, forcing your lips to open wider and wider to accommodate the size of her. she never pauses, never stills, using her strength to hold you firmly in place, the smooth skin of her cock stroking your tongue over and over again, the salty taste of her precum slipping down your throat.

"take it," she hisses quietly. "you were so confident before, right? look at you now, such a slut."

you whine at her rough words, and on instinct, your eyes shut again.

but, she won't let you have it. her hands tug hard on your hair, and when you look up, her find her teeth gritted, forehead creased with the focus in which she's staring at you. "did I tell you you could look away? do that again, and you're gonna watch me get off. alone."

you cry out in protestation, her cock muffling your noises, and she smiles in amusement at the noise, stroking your hair. "yeah, so then, keep going and follow directions. no need to be stupid in addition to being desperate."

when you buck against nothing, her lips tilt up even more. "though, you do look pretty dumb like this already," she whispers. "and earlier too, when you acted like such a brat, knowing that in actuality, you'd probably throw a fit if I didn't come down your throat."

her hip's jerks become harder and faster, the noises of your mouth dirty and squelching. her cock, which is stiff and weeping at the tip, is aching to release, balls heavy with it. and the total submission you've entered, eyes red and watery, hair mused, fingers digging into her thighs, as your mouth hangs limp and open for her, pretty lips shining with spit and the precum that's slid to the base of her cock in her ministrations, is driving her crazy.

she pushes with a few last, hard thrusts, and moans as her cock twitches, the ache bursting into a long, consuming wave of pleasure as her come shoots out and into the heat of your mouth, pooling around your tongue, so sticky and warm. she continues to weakly thrust, trying to lengthen her orgasm as much as possible, and you cry out, taking all she has to give you.

when her body has stopped trembling, cock soft and limp in your mouth, she nods with heavy breaths, silently telling you to slip it out. and you do, eyes hazy with the pleasure of her rough, domineering control.

she cups your cheek. "show me."

your tongue darts out and she inhales a sharp breath at the thick come streaking along the pink muscle. leaning down, she wraps her lips around it, sucking you clean, a gesture that has you writhing from your place on the ground.

when you two part, she mumbles against your lips, "lie down."

you blink slowly, mind still soft and tongue still delighting in the taste of her seed. "why?"

she snickers softly, pecking you. "did you think we were done?"

[xxsycamore]

"I can't have sex with you Arthur, I don't have enough diamonds!!"

Arthur Conan Doyle x f!Reader • rating: M (MDNI) • tags: Breaking the Fourth Wall; Crack; Implied Sexual Content; Suggestive Themes • wordcount: 580 • masterlist

a/n: I've had this crack fic idea since FOREVER, but I think it's relatable at any given time... Tagging @ikemendood for crack content 👉🏻👈🏻

It has been one of these days, when it feels like you and Arthur have been locked in the universe of some kind of action movie. Bizzare and dramatic things have been happening all day long, some that led to miscommunications between you but quickly got resolved with the power of love...

Naturally, eager as you both are to once again prove your love for each other, things begin to get heated at the end of the day.

And then you gasp panically in realization.

"I don't have enough dia for the epilogue!!"

You find yourself pushed down on the bed, but in the last second you manage to block Arthur with your hands so he can't get on top of you yet.

"Hmm?~What did you say, Luv? You know, I've been waiting to have you sprawled under me allll day..."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you let out an agonizing whine at having to disobey your own need. You turn to your side and reach for your cellphone that has been charging on the nightstand.

Arthur blinks, still perplexed that you're using this thing at all. While you could charge it just fine, he wondered what you're using it for in this day and age.

Not to mention at a time like that. While he's right there, ready to devour you.

"Dear?"

You appear to be tapping hurriedly on the thing, blue light illuminating your face as some strange music is produced from the bizarre piece of technology. Without looking at your lover, you struggle to mutter an answer.

"It's- You wouldn't understand."

Arthur remains frozen in his place, observing as the screen flashes, your fingers dancing on it. He sees... test tubes aligned on the screen. They're ...filled with different colored liquid?

You rush to sort them by color as if you're being held at gunpoint. Arthur has never been so confused in his life.

"Luv, you're right, I don't understand. But you could just say if you don't feel in the mood for-"

"NO! I MUST GET THE EPILOGUE AND HAVE SEX WITH YOU TONIGHT!"

"...?"

The sultry conclusion, the epilogue of your day spent together, he figures. His writer's vocabulary might be rubbing off on you. That's kind of endearing, but...

Arthur sits down on his haunches perplexed. Is this some strange form of bedroom roleplay you're introducing him to?

"I must have you, Arthur, I even saw the preview and it was so hot-"

"The preview? You're saying you had a naughty dream about us making love and you want to see it come true? Dirty girl..."

Arthur's distracting words make you mess up in your game, and you have to restart the level. Just a few more and the game will give you a reward in diamonds, then all you need to do would be to watch those annoying daily ads and then it should be enough...

Seeing that his dirty talk has no effect on you, Arthur sighs and moves away from his position. Instead, he lies down next to you, becoming your big spoon as he looks over your shoulder at the game you're so consumed in, seeing that you're not going to pay him any attention before you're done with it.

"It's some kind of puzzle game, isn't it? Maybe you should leave it to me, Luv... in the meantime, why don't you tell me more about that 'preview' you saw of our intimate time together, hmm?"

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[rafeskai]

First of all hii and congrats on your smau. I’m literally obsessed with it. Second I saw your requests are open and I was thinking about the reader being friend with Rafe and the boys since they were kids but she’d always been closer to Rafe since their families are pretty close. Unlike them she thinks the whole Kook vs Pogue thing is bullshit so she usually hangs out with the pogues too especially since Sarah started dating John B. At one bonfire Sarah leaves her alone and some guy tries to flirt with her but since she’s not interested in him she kindly rejects him but the guy becomes defensive and pretty pushy (you can make him as angry as u want I’m okay, anything you’re comfortable with). She starts panicking rlly bad and Top sees her and he tells Rafe.

The boy sees RED, especially since she’s on the verge of tears. He fights the guy and after the boys manage to take Rafe off the dude he leaves with the reader. She takes care of his wounds and he observes the fact that she’s shaking and almost crying the reason being that she’s feeling guilty. They have a super sweet but tensionate moment when she asks hm why he’s nice to her but mean to everyone else. He tells her she’s his soft spot and they hook up. 👉🏻👈🏻

I hope I didn’t gave too much or too little details. You can add whatever you think is necesarry. I just like the idea of a protective Rafe sm. And the “I hate everyone but you” trope is one of my faves.

Thank u sm, even if u end up writing this or not, thank you for taking the time to read it 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Aaah thank you so much! I also love this idea! I'm in a very inspired mood and the story is ready... you can read here.

[mikimakiboo]

The people have spoken

Well, here's my boy :D

His name is Toxicity ! Pictures and lore under the cut because it's long lmao

Also if you have any questions about him please don't hesitate to send asks I'll be happy to answer 👉🏻👈🏻

Fun fact: I created him because I wanted to ship Hate with someone but I didn't want it to be with Nightmare, and since I couldn't find anyone I ended up making a whole ass oc (so yeah Toxicity is shipped with Hate lmao)

Hate is by : @/6chimeraqueen9 (I think ??)

He's a tall demon-like skeleton (approximately 1m80) with green wings (his wings look like the Lightfury's wings in HTTYD except they're green instead of white), a green tail and an emerald horn

His magic allows him to make people toxic towards their partner/family/friends/anyone but he doesn't use it often, when he makes someone toxic it usually means that the person they are toxic with was a jerk and deserved to be treated like shit in his opinion

He also has a passion for chemistry and biology and he can make lots of different potions, using his magic as components to vary the results and make anything he wants

He also cannot use his magic to fight as it is not made for that, so instead he learnt how to build bombs and use firearms (here's him with a gun as a shitpost lmao)

He is usually pretty stoic and doesn't show much his emotions, he actually has troubles expressing his feelings and needs time in order to put them into words, so he'll usually stay silent and will tend to bottle it up (same with love, he'll show it through act of services, quality time or gift giving instead of verbally)

One good way to determine what he's feeling tho is by looking at his tail because it will wag or move according to his mood

Noowwwwww his backstory:

He was born between two wars in an isolated universe where peace was an abstract concept, at a time where no one trusted each other because anyone could be a spie, so everyone was either ready to fight anyone in their way or manipulative to either get people on their side or not be suspicious

The ambient toxicity mixed with some left-over magic from the previous war ended up creating a child around six years old (similar as to how Paperjam was born from the mix of Error's and Ink's magic, instead in that case it's magic residues and toxic atmosphere)

He roamed around at first, trying to find someone who could guide him and teach him how things worked, but due to his aura (that he couldn't control yet) he was only met with aggressiveness and ended up having to learn everything by himself (all while living outside since he didn't have any family)

He was a teen when the second war started, so too young to be enrolled in it, and stayed in the city instead

By that time he had learnt to control his aura, but with the war it amplified his magic and as a result he had to wear gloves as to not influence people by touching them by accident (which happened frequently)

His universe ended up collapsing on itself due to its instability (multiple wars, emotional unbalance, ...) but he luckily managed to escape, becoming an out-code (he was a young adult, around 20yo at that time)

Since he didn't have anything else to do and nowhere to go he started traveling the multiverse until he settled in a calm surface AU in which he discovered his passion for chemistry and biology and started studying it

He still travels during his free time and met other out-codes like that, some of which he became friend with as well as universes he likes to visit sometimes (he met Hate during one of his trips)

He still has an apprehension of physical contacts when he is not wearing his gloves so he mostly never takes them off (except for laundry or cleaning himself and sleeping, of course)

He also has troubles opening up to someone or trusting others as he grew up mostly alone and didn't have anyone in his AU since they were all suspicious of everyone

Also the hole in his tail is actually an injury, he got stabbed when he was a kid as he was trying to steal food and it didn't heal properly so it made a hole (that's why he doesn't have it in the last pic)

And obviously he learnt how to build bombs and use firearms in his AU, firearms he learnt by watching the soldiers and training in the forest, and bombs he learnt by disassembling those that didn't blow up and looking at how they were made in the factories (mostly by sneaking inside or looking through the windows)

Then it was a lot of practice and he is now able to create little portable bombs and use firearms

So yeah that's my baby :D

[demisexual-dryad]

I’ve had,,, an idea,,, like a beautiful, beautiful idea for a fantasy creature Au for ace attorney.

I’ve had oread* miles edgeworth and fire spirit phoenix wright FUCKING INVADING MY BRAIN. Here’s some of my brain rot. And the reference pose I used just in case someone was looking for it (thank you og pose posters of the art world you are gifts of gods I swear it, I used number three but I altered the shit out of it AND THOSE HANDS TURNED OUT SO DAMN NICE) and I have ideas for who is what if yall wanna hear me out. (Please say you do I’m begging I wanna theory dump so bad)

So some tidbits. Yes Phoenix has little fire wings and he can (kind of anyway, it’s more like floating) fly. It is important to note; he’s not a true Phoenix, just an elemental being made of fire. He can change his form (he’s literally an essence of fire itself contained in an elemental core.) They flare when he gets happy, excited, jealous, worried, or angry. They tend to recede or die out when he’s sardonic or in any other depressive mood. He also flutters them a little when he’s really stoked or happy.

He can control how hot his external flames burn, same with his wing size (when he thinks about it).

If his internal flame goes out he dies. If it dims due to illness or lowered body temp, he does get really sick (like a flame getting weaker- yes he was really not ok after the bridge incident, and the taser gave him fever chills for two days after because it was too close to his heart. Glass had to be removed from his stomach after Dahlia because he can’t fucking digest glass and it melted into a huge wad in his stomach causing a large blockage. The poison dahlia used had a side effect of lowering body temp, so Phoenix still got sick from being stupid.)

Also. This motherfucker has to eat. A LOT he literally has to consume a fuel source (food, coal, wood, anything that can burn) so he doesn’t yknow. Stop burning.

He does glow! From the inside out! Lantern boi.

Miles is an Oread. Oreads are Greek rock, valley, mountain, and grotto spirits.

He’s made of limestone. Looks intimidating, but crumbles apart easy.

Yes. He does grow garnet crystals out of his horns.

He can mold and shape rocks at will, which is useful because when he pushes himself too hard or is stressed he can’t hide it. His body parts just start crumbling off. (Dw, they snap back into place like nothing happened but it’s definitely unsettling. Think: “Your arm’s off!” “It’s but a fleshwound.”)

I gave him a tail and more animal like legs to be more of a representation of animals that live in his life source area (there’s a sacred grotto he’s bound to, same one as his father, he visits to check in every once in awhile.)

Because his life essence is linked to the grotto, he can only get sick or die if his source area is sick or dying/destroyed- or if his heart is damaged or destroyed (it’s like a little physical link to their source area, can’t function without it.)

Earthquakes are still big scary. They’re extremely painful, like if all your growing pains hit at once. Miles experienced his first one when trapped in that elevator, which freaked him out so bad on top of the fighting that… well, we know how it ended. Even though he doesn’t need to breathe (made of rock) he still had a panic attack from stress and went unconscious from it. Not fun.

Also!! If he blushes too hard, he can melt!! His ear!! It’s melty!!

Big teefs for eatin rock. He does have to consume extra mineral rocks or he can be a little brittle.

He can shift into a more “human” form without a tail and with regular legs, but it’s not as comfortable as his standard form. Bratworth definitely spent more time than he should’ve trying to look more human to fit in with the Von Karmas.

He wiggles his lil ears when he’s content or happy. Because that’s cute and it makes me happy.

I’ve been thinking up theories for like most of the cast. Vote in the poll if you wanna hear more!

[rocketedtothestars]

I’m trying to come up with a one shot idea I wanna write. This is the idea I have so far.

A little messy but I’m working on it. Was laying here and had this whole idea so I’m using my phone to write it out and thought it would be fun to share. 💕 I do intend for this to get fluffy at some point but this is what I have so far.

Was just in that mood to write something 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

Description/Idea (so far)…

I had this whole idea of an argument breaking out when he comes home from a mission. Maybe him taking out some of his anger on you (yelling, pointing his clawed finger at you while standing on the counter top, etc). But you just kinda let him yell at you for a bit. Of corse you eventually lash back, telling him it’s ’unfair’ for him to take it out on you. He’s been so aggravated his last few missions when he came home. But this one was different. You bring up the fact that you want to help out more. Maybe learn to fly or fight even. It upsets him. It upsets him a great deal because he doesn’t want to loose you… (I can’t seem to think of what occurred for him to be upset on his mission just yet, but I’ll come up with something, even if it’s silly cause it’s fan-fiction and I could go about this any way I see fit) but I’m thinking a delivery went all wrong? He enters the room, and you can already feel the tension radiating from him. For a while you brought up how you wanted to learn to fly a ship or even fight. You wanted to be able to fend for yourself. It had been months since you were really able to do much, and typically Rocket wanted to be with you. For your safety. In your mind, you felt like a burden. Your jobs were simple, and every so often you’d do some odd jobs on Knowhere with Kraglin, Drax, or Nebula. You challenge Rocket’s walls, insisting you are ready to learn, to which he clearly doesn’t want you to. Not out of toxicity, but out of fear. He had lost too much in his past. And he didn’t want to loose you.

warnings: Language, very light fluff.

Written for M!reader and Gay Reader 🏳️‍🌈

It takes place after Vol. 3 (so with the new Guardian’s lineup)

Rocket slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing through the small apartment. You glanced up from the kitchen counter where you’d been chopping vegetables, the knife pausing mid-slice. He stomped toward the counter, his boots making small thuds against the floor. You could tell immediately he wasn’t in a good mood. His fur was slightly matted, his ears pinned back, and his tail twitched with irritation.

“How was the mission?” you asked, your voice calm, though you could feel the tension radiating off him. You set the knife down and turned fully to face him. Rocket didn’t answer immediately. He climbed onto the counter with an ease born of habit, tossing his holster onto the surface with a loud thunk. Standing on the counter brought him nearly to your eye level, and his brown eyes locked onto yours, sharp and unreadable. He crossed his arms, his claws tapping against his sleeves as he leaned slightly forward.

“‘How was the mission?’” he mimicked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Yeah, sure, let’s pretend it wasn’t a flarkin’ disaster.”

“Rocket, what happened?”

“What happened is I spent the whole damn day babysitting a buncha idiots who couldn’t follow a single flarkin’ order!” he snapped. He took a deep breath tho, gazing down at the counter, scratching the back of his neck.

“Well,” you paused, trying to pick the right words. It seemed like each time you offered to help, you were shut down. Yes. You were his boyfriend. He loved you, wanted nothing but for you to be safe. You knew just how much he cared about you. How much you meant to him. And he too, meant just as much to you. “-I was thinking maybe it’s time you start teaching me somethings… Kraglin thinks I would make a good pilot, well, co-pilot at-least? Even said he was willing to teach me a thing or two?”

DEEP in your hearts of hearts you know he doesn’t mean what he says. It’s not your first rodeo dealing with his sharp tongue. Even when it hurt sometimes.

“For fuck’s sake, you’re not goin’ out there!” He shouted, baring his sharp canines at you as he pointed off in the distance. “-You think this is some kinda game? You don’t know what the hell you’re doin’, and you sure as shit ain’t ready for what’s out there! I know you want to go out there, I know you want to help, but I can’t take any risks. I KNOW what it’s like out there, way more than you ever will!”

His words cut deep, like a dagger straight to your heart, but you swallowed the pain, forcing back the tears. He knew you were sensitive—maybe that’s what he loved most about you. You cared, even when he was a complete dick. You weren’t doing this for yourself; you were doing it for both of you. Together. No matter how much it hurt, you wouldn’t back down.

“Rocket, I know you’ve been through hell. But I can’t just sit here… I can’t sit here, and then you come home on days like this, lashing out at me. It’s not fair. And goddamnit, you know I already know—I’ve heard this shit before.” Your voice faltered, the weight of his words pressing down on you like it always did. Every time you tried to bring this up, to contribute, to help, it ended the same way: shut down, dismissed. “Rocket, please…”

“‘Rocket, please! Rocket, please!’—‘please let me go out and get myself killed, please let me help you.’” he mocked you, raising his voice and pitching it up slightly to match your soft tone. His voice dripped with venom as he finally stopped, growling low and pointing a sharp, clawed finger directly at you. The tip was just inches from your face, and instinctively, you took a step back, feeling the edge of the counter press into your lower back.

“The answer is flarkin’ no!” His ears pinned flat against his head, his amber eyes blazing with frustration and something rawer underneath. If you didn't know any better, you'd say they almost looked a bright red. His tail lashed behind him, bristling with agitation as he bared his sharp canines. “Besides, it’s not like you could do much as of now. The mission’s over—done. It was a fucking wreck. Then I gotta come home, make sure you’re alright, then I gotta work on flark knows what? Probably help Kraglin or Nebula set up the—” he waved a hand dismissively— “Hellstorm Systems or whatever the hell it's called.” His words still stung, his tone cutting, but even as he ranted, there was something in the way his gaze flickered that betrayed him. Behind all the anger and mockery, you could still see the fear. The fear of losing you. But right now, his walls were up, and his words felt like a barrier. His way of keeping his real emotions hidden.

Rocket’s sharp gaze followed you as you instinctively backed into the counter behind you, his clawed paw still extended, though it faltered for a moment. He noticed, of course—he noticed everything. The way your shoulders tensed, the way your hands gripped the edge of the counter behind you, as if grounding yourself against the storm of his anger.

You’re too good for him (So he thinks), But you know he is the best damn thing to ever happen to you and it couldn’t be any further from the truth. You love him. You understand him, maybe not everything he went through. But you do allot for him. You’d do anything to make him happy. To see him smile. Go through great lengths, even with the little knowledge you have on anything here.

You wasn’t a Guardian—not like the others. You were still finding your place. Rocket wouldn’t say it, but his worry was clear. He wasn’t afraid you’d fail—he was terrified you’d get hurt. But you couldn’t just sit back. You wanted to be more, not just for yourself, but for him. Cleaning his pistols, something he’d taught you, and something you would do for him out of the kindness of your heart felt small, but it was a start. A step toward proving yourself—to him and to yourself. You’d left everything behind to be with him, and though Rocket rarely admitted it, a part of him carried the weight of that. The guilt gnawed at him—at the way you were practically stuck on Knowhere. The only time you seemed to go out was with him, and you were fine with that. You preferred him at your side. Those harsh words he threw at you when he didn’t know how to say what he really felt. You did the odd jobs, kept the apartment running, cleaned his guns of corse, but there was always more.

“I can’t keep waiting for you to decide I’m ready, Rocket. I’m not asking to be a hero—I’m asking to survive. What happens when you’re not there to protect me? What am I supposed to do then? Just hope for the best?” Your voice cracks slightly, but you keep going, holding his gaze as the two of you stood in the small kitchen of your Knowhere apartment. “I… I left everything for you. The least you can do is let me learn how to fend for myself, fly a ship, damnit, something—because one day, I might have to, whether you like it or not, and you damned well know it.”

The way he avoided teaching you to pilot a ship. When you brought it up mid-argument, his eyes locked onto yours, sharp and unyielding, the amber depths burning with frustration—and something deeper. His fur bristled, his ears twitching as he clenched his jaw revealing his canines, trying desperately to hold back. You could see it, the way he fought not to snap any further than he'd already had. To keep from saying what you already knew he thought. What he already said. It’s too dangerous. It always was. But you weren’t blind to reality, and neither was he. He couldn’t protect you from everything. You had to learn to stand on your own at some point. The last thing you wanted was to depend solely on him—and deep down, you wondered if that was what scared him most.

"You think I like bein’ this way? Flarkin' yellin’ at you? I don’t! But I know what’s out there! I know how fast things can go to scutt, and if somethin’ happened to you ‘cause I didn’t stop you—" He cut himself off, his canines bared as his voice broke for a split second. His eyes darted away from yours, burning with frustration, fear, and something deeper that he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—say aloud.

Your eyes softened, leaning away from the counter behind you. You knew Rocket meant well. Even like this. He'd never hurt you, maybe with some of his words, sure. But he damned sure wouldn't let anyone else. But you could see it, even as he tried to turn his head away from you. Through those bared teeth those beautiful brown eyes of his gave away everything. You made your way over to him, wrapping your arms around him. It caught him off guard. It always did. But he caved. The warmth of your body next to his. It was comforting. It was exactly what you knew he needed.

"I can't... I can't lose you..." His voice was sofer. It was as if his anger melted away in an instant. He was still frustrated, yes, but he wasn't mad at you exactly. He knew he couldn't protect you from everything. But he could damn sure try.

"Rocket..." Your voice was a mere whisper, your hand trailed up his back. Even through his uniform, you could feel his pulse quicken in your arms. "-I love you. I'm sorry, I just... R-really want to-" And before you could finish that sentence. You were instantly cut off by the warmth of his breath against your neck, followed by a tender kiss. You had a healing hickey in the spot he was kissing-from him.

“Okay, I admit it… You’re right…” he whispered against your neck so tenderly. The way his warm breath felt against your neck. It made you melt. Every. Single. Time. “We’ll start, next week… if anyone’s going to teach you to pilot a ship it damn sure isn’t going to be Kraglin.”

You couldn’t help but muster a small chuckle, feeling his calloused paw run up against your back and along your sides. You wanted to let him know how argumentative he was, and while he had a valid point. You didn’t say a word. He you felt his whiskers tickle along your neck, the way his tongue slowly glided over a faded bruise along your neck. One he had left a few nights prior. “R-Rocket, I just want to be…”

“-Baby boy…. I know. Don’t ever think you don’t do enough, okay.” He said, planting a kiss along your neck once more, interrupting you. “You are so stubborn sometimes, you know that?” His tone was so much more relaxed now. Even as you guided your hands up and back down his back, you could feel those implants through his uniform under the palm of your hands.

“I know,” your voice was soft. As you slowly pulled away, your hands stopping just above the base of his tail, you had all but forgotten you were in the middle of making dinner. “-I should probably get back to making dinner?” It was a simple stew. Nothing fancy, but you were whipping up something that was quick and easy.

And that is all I got so far. Sorry this is long, maybe even a little messy. But it’s all for fun. 💖

[thelikesoffinn]

Ma'am. You have a lot of Tavs. Do you just like making them? Or do you have saves with all of them? And if yes, doesn't that get boring? I'm on save 2 and already a bit bored by doing the same thing again.

Eeh, is it truly a lot? It doesn't feel like it, haha.

But to answer your question(s): Yes, I have playthroughs with all of them!

With Whisper I'm already finished. Twice. 👉🏻👈🏻

Orianna is somewhere in early act 3 - I think I'm not even in the lower City yet? - waiting for me to finish that round.

Thondna...honestly, I have no idea where I'm at with Thondna. Last I remember I was running through the Moonrise-Nautiloid, I think.

Salira is a bit of a special case. I was close to act 2, but I originally abandoned her playthrough since I don't do evil ones. But I revived her now because I like her character and I turned it into an unhinged playthrough by deciding to break out my good ol' dice set and rolling everytime I have to make any decision. Big or small. (It's insane and you never know what'll happen, but it's also super fun!) So we're back in early act 1 here.

With Gwawr I was originally somewhere mid act 3, but I redconned it back to mid act 1 because I wasn't happy with a lot of decisions and I missed a lot of content (Scratch 👉🏻👈🏻), so we're in early act 2 now.

Sassandra is currently traipsing through the underdark to help the myconids - I'm slow haha, because this is the save where I promised myself I wouldn't save-scum and I can only handle so much of that.

And finally Minka...I think we just got into the Goblin Camp? This is one is totally different and something I have to be in mood for, because my entire party is constantly wild shaped. Minka the cat, spider Gale, Wolfheart/Bearheart and Badge-starion are fun to play but you'll miss out on some content because wildshaped characters usually can't talk, haha.

And as far as boredom goes, there's none for me! All my Tav's are really different in character which makes for interesting changes. And I try to have some funky or high(ish) stakes playthroughs as well, like I do with Minka, Sassandra and Salira, to mix it up a bit!

[honestlydarkprincess]

9 for the bed sharing scenarios? 👉🏻👈🏻

boyfriend duties || read on ao3

“So, how exactly does one break their dresser anyway?” Buck asked as he pulled into the parking lot of IKEA. Eddie let out a long suffering sigh as he tumbled out of Buck’s jeep.

���Listen, I don’t know what happened. One minute I’m grabbing a t-shirt to wear to bed and the next there was a weird sound and then the whole thing just…collapsed,” Eddie explained, looking dumbfounded. “I didn’t even know it was broken.”

Buck shook his head as he chuckled. “Oh well, we’ll get you a new one and it’ll be like it never happened.”

Eddie sighed again but he couldn’t help but smile when Buck look at him like that, a hopeful look like he wanted Eddie to say yes, your plan will fix everything. And it would. Eddie knew he was pouting for no reason. Dressers broke all the time and if he was honest, he’d never much liked the dresser he had had. Sometimes change was good.

They entered the wonderfully bright and endlessly confusing IKEA and headed to the start of the maze.

“They should have more shortcuts. You mean to tell me I have to walk through this entire store to get to the dressers?” Eddie grumbled, looking at the signs above them.

“It’s not so bad, we can look at all the cool things they have,” Buck said, bouncing on his heels as he looked around like a kid in a candy store. “Oh, that reminds me, Chris was complaining that his reading lamp wasn’t working anymore. I thought it might have just been a burnt out lightbulb but it didn’t work when I changed it. We should take a look at the lamps while we’re here.”

“Sounds good,” Eddie said, feeling warm at how thoughtful Buck was. He hadn’t even known that Christopher’s lamp was broken but now that he thought about it, he could remember there being a lightbulb box in the recycling.

They took their time walking through the maze, Eddie indulgently letting Buck look at anything and everything that caught his eye. They had time, Christopher was spending the weekend with Tía Pepa so even if they didn’t get everything done today they still had tomorrow.

Finally though they found the dresser Eddie wanted, got all the information and headed towards the warehouse section. They stopped briefly in lighting and Buck was quite happy with the reading lamp he found as a replacement for Christopher’s broken one.

Once they had everything, they walked back to the parking lot. They struggled a bit to get everything into Buck’s jeep but finally they were able to maneuver the dresser into the back.

“We really should have taken the truck,” Eddie mumbled, looking at the awkward way the dresser was jammed into the jeep.

“It just has to hold until we get home,” Buck said absently, making sure everything was tucked in as much as possible before shutting the door.

Eddie didn’t miss the easy way Buck referred to the Diaz house as home and it made something in his heart swell. Because it was. It was home for the both of them and Christopher.

“You’re quiet,” Buck observed. It was about fifteen minutes into their drive back that he finally spoke up because Eddie hadn’t said a word since they left the parking lot.

“Yeah, shit, sorry. I was just thinking,” Eddie replied, feeling his cheeks heat. Buck was going out of his way to help him today and here he was, getting lost in his thoughts and ignoring him. He shook off the weird mood that had settled over him like a cloud and gave Buck his full attention.

They chatted the rest of the way home and time just seemed to fly by as they set about getting the new dresser into the house and into Eddie’s bedroom.

The next few hours passed in a series of “Buck, it goes here, look at the picture—“ and “I am looking at the picture, Eddie, and it goes over here!”

Finally they had frame of the dresser built and all that was left were the drawers. Since it was nearing dinner time they decided to take a break and finish the rest afterwards. Dinner passed quickly along with a couple episodes of the new show on Netflix they had been watching together.

“C’mon, we should get back to it,” Buck said, clapping Eddie on the knee as he stood up from the couch and stretched, groaning as his joints popped.

Eddie sighed but followed Buck to his bedroom, taking in the mess of furniture pieces and the packaging the dresser had come in. Feeling overwhelmed by the mess, Eddie sat on the edge of the bed and flopped back so he was laying down.

“It’s not too bad, Eds,” Buck said, echoing his earlier words. “We just need to get the drawers finished and the knobs put in. We can move your clothes and things in tomorrow.”

“I should have just used the closet, why did I get another dresser? I don’t even like dressers, I hate folding clothes. God invented hangers for a reason.”

Buck laughed. “Let’s go, c’mon. Just a little bit longer.”

“I’m exhausted, babe. Let’s just do it tomorrow.” Eddie groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. When he was met with silence he groaned again and sat up, expecting to see Buck waiting for him to get up and help. But Buck was staring at him in shock. “What? What’s wrong?”

Buck was still kneeling on the ground, holding the instructions in his hand. “You, uh, you called me babe.”

“Oh,” Eddie blushed. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking—”

Buck cut him off with a kiss. Eddie froze the second Buck’s lips touched his and he stayed frozen, long enough that Buck seemed to wilt against him, pulling away.

“Fuck,” Buck gasped, looking stricken. “I’m sorry— I shouldn’t have done that. I thought— I thought you calling me babe meant— although actually now that I think about it, it really doesn’t mean anything. I mean, for all I know you call all your friends pet names. I’ve literally never heard you use a pet name before but who knows—”

This time it was Eddie who cut Buck off with a kiss. Buck groaned, shuffling closer to where Eddie was sat on the edge of the bed so they could kiss without straining their necks so much. Eddie tugged Buck up off the floor and onto the bed. They broke apart, breathing heavily as Buck sprawled out on the bed underneath Eddie.

Eddie wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, making out like teenagers but eventually the kisses got softer, less hungry and more languid. Eddie pulled back, taking in the flush on Buck’s cheeks and his swollen, spit-slick lips. He took a minute to marvel at the pretty picture Buck made, all kiss drunk.

And then Buck took the opportunity to completely ruin the moment. “We still have to build that fucking dresser.”

Eddie got off him with a groan, slapping Buck’s chest playfully when the other man does nothing but laugh. “Shut up, Buckley.”

“Or what, Diaz?”

“Or you’ll finish building that dresser all by yourself,” Eddie replied, looking smug.

“Isn’t it your dresser? Why should I build it myself?” Buck teased, even though they both knew that if Eddie asked, Buck would built it in a heartbeat without Eddie having to lift a finger.

“Boyfriend duties.”

“Oh?” And Buck looked so happy, smiling as bright as the sun, that Eddie couldn’t help but lean in to kiss the smile from his lips. Eddie found that he liked the taste of joy on Buck. When he pulled back, Buck said, “So, I’m your boyfriend?”

“I was hoping you would be,” Eddie replied softly.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Buck said, trying to joke but sincerity shined through. He really hadn’t thought Eddie would ever ask— that they would ever get to this point.

“Well, I’m asking now.”

“Yeah, Eds. I want to be your boyfriend.”

“Oh good, ‘cause I have your first official boyfriend task right here,” Eddie joked, nodding his head towards the half built dresser.

Buck laughed but went to move off of the bed. He was stopped by a hand on his wrist and then Eddie was tugging him back into bed.

“I changed my mind, the dresser can wait.”

“Good call, Diaz. Good call.”

[petrichorium]

hiyaaaa c: for the selfship asks!! (I usually default to Shanks with you but i'd love to hear about literally any of your selfships, anyone you wanna talk about!)

mocha, moonlight, mango, vanilla (+ bonus if there's one on there you're specifically dyin to talk about!)

i will happily do shanks ty av 👉🏻👈🏻

mocha — what was your first kiss like?

its like two yrs after we meet n during that time we've been growing closer but im def still like. super anxious hes just gonna get bored of me and move on. like every time he leaves theres a part of me thats like yep this is it theyre not coming back. as time has gone on their visits have gotten longer + more frequent but then this Specific time they r stalled and it takes much much longer for them to return like they r gone for a good 3-4 months which is the longest its ever been. so when shanks Does show up at the top of my lighthouse where im working on the light i have this very intense mix of feelings (relief bc i was ofc worried, anger at him bc i felt abandoned, anger at myself for feeling abandoned when i shouldnt even care) but most of all i see him and its just so clear how eager he is to see me that i have Such a palpable reaction to seeing him in turn and it def terrifies me. hes gotten used to me just letting him in or even coming out to hang w him so when i tell him im not hes like. very kicked puppy LMFAOOOOO its also raining and windy and hes very like. mr darcy in the rain coded yk JSHBFJBHS but not abt to leave or force the door open obvi so instead he just stands there tapping at the window while i hover too..... eventually i do open it and he gets up close to say hes sorry he took so long and tell me he missed me so much.......... n now i feel So silly and upset w myself i fear JHSDFJHB just a mess but all those emotions come out in me impulsively lunging forward n kissing him through the window...... and its so wet rip and cold and so fast bc he does Not anticipate it hes left all dumbfounded. and in a panic i slam the window closed on him again LOL and thats when he like. bashes through the door like a maniac i fear just on complete accident neither of us realizes hes busted the latch until way later on but hes just very giddy and wants 2 hold me Right Then which i do allow him to do....... N E WAY THERE WE GO SDUFHBVHBH so long im sorry pfft

moonlight — what does a perfect friday night look like for the two of you?

bold to assume the red-haired pirates have weekdays JHBSDFJH but i will attempt to maintain the spirit of the question...... perfect night before a few "days off" wld start w me actually joining everyone for a few drinks which is admittedly a bit rare so it always puts shanks in a good mood. i always peel off a bit early and he probs follows quickly behind, n we spend the rest of the night lounging around our quarters w him reading whatever book im in the middle of over my shoulder/from my lap. we'll make out a lil too but thats a given

mango — do you and your lover like to dance?

DOES MR HOPELESS ROMANTIC LIKE TO DANCE yes ofc ofc 🫣 he will mostly drag me into v playful high energy dances while everyones partying (& honestly the other officers will too i think) but he does like to slow it down sometimes.... occasionally in a quiet lil corner of whatever bar we've taken over for the night but often just in our quarters 🥺 ive talked abt for the dancing and the dreaming but he'll tend to hum that on those occasions 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

vanilla — what do they keep on their nightstand? what do you keep on yours?

i feel like we share a nightstand somehow idk just vibes so its always got. a bunch of books (i rlly do read a LOT on the red force ik im always talking abt it but like. once i join up i suddenly have access to all kinds of banned books that i read like crazy so) honestly one or two half-empty bottles of booze which i am always trying to toss out but another will magically appear..... a pistol JKHBSDJHFB a mini den-den, a good bundle of various letters and documents, a pair of seastone cuffs

send in some selfship questions!

[giggly-squiggily]

ler kenma hcs pretty please? 👉🏻👈🏻

I gotcha anon! :D

-Nimble fingers from constantly playing video games. He puts his talents of button mashing to the test when he drills into his lee's ribs or taps a funny rhythm against their bellies.

-Not much of a tease but will make gaming references during the tickle fight. "I use rib scratches. It's super effective." "Oo, weakness found. Exploiting it for bonus damage." "You need to work on your defense stats, you're so weak to a single poke."

-He's usually pretty chill when tickling someone- he doesn't get uper hyped like Hinata or sassy like Tsukishima. However, he will crack a smile at you after awhile; it's hard not to when someone's laughing because of him. Even if it is in the form of tickling.

-He's called the brain for a reason- Kenma can learn tickle spots as fast as he learns game mechanics. He knows everyone's in Nekoma and even both Hinata and Kageyama's just by watching them interact. He won't always participate in tickle wars but he's the one to call out "Try that spot." "Try the other spot" etc, etc.

- He's not much or an instigator but if he's in a good mood he'll cause problems just because. Not even kidding- he'll poke Kuroo in the back of the ribs and then act like he did nothing so the taller boy will blame Lev. It's a cycle of antics that hasn't quite been exposed yet because no one thinks Kenma would do something so silly.

Thanks for reading!

[darkenedroses-world]

I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE YOUR SMITTY FIC AND I WOULD LIKE TO REQUEST MORE IF YOU'RE OPEN TO IT👉���👈🏻

So I'm really in a fluffy mood and I was wondering if you could maybe write something where reader is someone who is very cautious with certain textures or stuff. Reader has sensory issues.

Maybe one where reader has like a meltdown of some sorts connected to the sensory issues and Smitty just comforts her

Pretty please

awww ofc i could do that💕 it sounds so sweet 🥹 besides, I need to make more Smii7y fics my boy only has one(not including the threesome fic i did)