#if u take it tell me whatcha got :)

[littlelamy]

hi baby!!! can i request a blurb? i was thinking rafe is needy (cause i love him so much) and he wants to try sexting with the reader but she doesn't get it until he points it out and he like drives over to her house? you can end it however you want but needy/frat rafe does something to me!! i love your work so much and everything you write. i am just...amazed by your talent!!🤍

lamy: hi my love!!! oh my godddd needy frat rafe??? PLEASE 🙏🏾 LOVE YOUU

you get the first text at 10:42 p.m.

rafe <3: whatcha doin?

not unusual, not out of the ordinary. just your boyfriend, checking in. you send back a picture of your laptop screen, an open tab with some barely-started assignment glowing in the dim light of your bedroom.

you: pretending to do homework. why?

he doesn’t respond for a full two minutes. you assume he got distracted, maybe by some beer pong rematch at the house.

rafe <3: mmm. bet you look good like that.

you squint at your screen, confused.

you: like what??

another pause.

rafe <3: in bed. all prettty.

you scoff, rolling onto your stomach. okay, weird. not weird weird, just…off. rafe wasn’t usually this cryptic.

you: u good?

it takes him almost no time to reply this time.

rafe <3: not really. need u.

your brow furrows. you sit up a little, thumb hovering over the keyboard.

you: rafe. what are you talking about

a read notification pops up instantly.

so you do. and then it hits you.

oh. your lips part a little as you stare at the words on your screen, at how blatantly obvious it is now that you’re actually paying attention. he’s not just checking in. he’s needy, probably hard, right now. right this second. and instead of saying anything normal, anything that would actually help the situation, you—like an idiot—send back:

you: wait. are you trying to sext me?

you watch the typing bubbles appear, disappear, then reappear again.

rafe <3: took u long enough, you idiot.

rafe <3: sexy idiot^

your face heats. you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, suddenly very aware of how easily he was getting worked up, how restless he probably was right now, how his free hand was probably gripping his thigh, or his phone, or—

jesus.

you: sorry baby 💗 i wasn’t getting it

he sends a voice memo. you press play, and his voice comes through low, thick with frustration.

"s’not funny. been thinking about you and that pretty pussy all night."

your stomach flips.

you: yeah? tell me more.

you don’t get a text back. instead, your phone buzzes in your hand with an incoming call.

“rafe—”

“get up,” his voice is so deep, so strained and maybe desperate.

“what?”

“get up. unlock your door.”

your pulse flutters. “are you—”

“already on my way.”

your breath catches. “you’re insane.”

he just lets out this low, rough laugh. “and you’re so lucky i love you.”

the line goes dead while you scramble out of bed.

your front door swings open like rafe had been gripping the handle before you even turned the lock. he steps inside fast, chest rising and falling like he ran the whole way here instead of driving. his hat is on backwards, his frat sweatshirt slightly wrinkled, his jaw set like he’s trying really hard not to just grab you.

“hi,” you breathe, barely getting the word out before he’s kissing you.

it’s not slow. it’s not sweet. it’s needy, just like his texts, just like the way he grips your waist and backs you into the nearest wall, like he’s been starved for this. his hands drag up your sides, warm and impatient, thumbs slipping under the hem of your shirt, pushing—pulling.

"take this off," he mutters, already helping you out of it before you can say anything. the fabric barely hits the floor before he’s got his hands on you again, palms skimming up your bare skin, fingers spreading over your ribs like he needs to feel all of you at once.

you reach for his hoodie, tugging. “you too.”

he groans, stepping back just enough to yank it over his head. it messes up his hair, makes him look even more wrecked than before, his jaw clenched tight as he tosses it aside. then his hands are back on you, slipping down to the waistband of your panties, hooking his thumbs there.

he glances up, eyes dark. “these too?”

you nod, breath hitching as he tugs, sliding them down your hips, his fingers brushing hot over your thighs. they drop to the floor, leaving you bare and standing in front of him under the weight of his gaze.

his chest rises with a deep inhale. "shit, baby." his voice is hoarse, almost shaky.

you barely get the chance to tease him before he’s undoing his belt—before his jeans are hitting the floor—before he’s right there again, pressed against you; mouth on yours like he doesn’t even care about anything else.

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[jinxvex]

Hiiiii! I love your work! Do you think you could do Vi x reader hcs where the reader is like very day-dreamy? Like head stuck in the clouds a lot? Tysm <33

♱ gf!vi x daydreamy gf!reader ♱

hey!! so excited to put something out 4 violet!!

you could interpret this as a modern!au or arcane!u 😌

cw: sfw & nsfw, dom!vi + sub!r, wholesome at the beginning, vi is an amazing and understanding gf, vi is v flirty, teasing, dirty talk, mild choking/slapping, possessiveness, dumbification, degradation/praise, vi's a bit condescending, etc!!

+ strap usage, she eats you out + uses her fingers!!

♱ vi LOVES the fact that you’re so daydreamy and always in your own world. she appreciates your uniqueness + the way your mind works!

♱ vi thinks you’re so adorable when you slowly trail off in the middle of speaking to her—the vibrant imagery, thoughts, and inner workings of your mind too overwhelming for you to handle! she lets you look off into the distance for a bit before you’re quickly scrambling to apologize for getting lost in your own head (again lol)!!

♱ she’s quick to shut down your apology with a, “nah, babe it‘s okay. take your time, yeah?” + “you in your own head again, huh?” (EVERY SINGLE TIME!)

♱ after boxing/the gym, she often comes home to your shared apartment to you blasting music through your headphones. you’re bopping your head and bouncing your leg at your desk. lost in how the music speaks to you and flows through your veins like a constant electric current. you don’t hear or even notice her until she comes up behind you, wraps her arms around your shoulders, and nuzzles her head into your neck, “whatcha doin’, pretty? what’re you listening to?” + “love comin’ home to you all happy and shit—makes my day sweetheart.”

♱ in public, when you’re walking together, holding hands, and enjoying each other's company in silence, you can’t help but get in your head! your brain buzzing with thoughts about how nice vi’s hand feels in yours and how nice they feel in… other places… all of a sudden, you’re not paying attention to where you’re going and she gets a little stern with you. before you run into anyone or anything she’s telling you to, “watch where you’re goin’, hmm?” + “careful, babe. don’t want you gettin’ hurt now, do we?”

♱ when you're upset, whether it be because you're self-conscious about something or having other negative thoughts, you get sort of locked in your own mind--endless flashes of darkness encompassing your headspace. when this happens she's whispering comforting praises into your ear, "it's okay, princess. 'm here. not goin' anywhere." and she's pulling you into her chest to tell you to, "listen to my heartbeat, come back to me." + "hey. hey, look at me, baby."

♱ vi nudges your cheek with her fingers to get your attention when your attention has strayed away from her, "talkin' to you, babe."

♱ she totally notices when you’re fantasizing about her.

WHAT!! who said that?! 🤭

nsfw incoming...

♱ you and vi love to partake in your separate hobbies while in each other’s presence so when she’s cooking, writing, or boxing in the corner(?), you’re almost always on the other side of the room reading a book. she knows the books you read get a little dirty. when she glances at you from across the room she isn’t surprised to see you staring off into the distance (again) with your book loosely resting in your lap. you’re biting your lip and pressing your thighs together. she smirks knowingly and stops what she’s doing to walk over to you, “what’s got you thinkin’, baby?” + “wanna show me what’s got you so worked up?”

♱ she won’t stop teasing you until you’re reading her the sentence that threw you in for a loop—thinking of her hands and mouth pleasuring you. images of her muscles rippling against your skin as she fucks you into the mattress with her strap momentarily stunning you.

♱ your daydream does become a reality when she's doing just that. minutes later. she's forcing you to make eye contact with her, to give her your full attention and focus when she has you in missionary with your legs propped up on her shoulders. her pace is brutal, plunging her strap deep into your cunt with her hand wrapped around your neck; choking you and holding your head in place so you can't look away.

♱ she's a sucker for dirty talk so you know she's all up in your ear like: "fuck, baby. yeahhh, yeah. look at me when you take this dick, pretty girl." + "don't want you goin' off in your own head when i'm fucking you, need you to see exactlyy how i'm treating this fuckin' pussy."

♱ she will NOT let you cum until she knows for sure that you aren't thinking of anything except for her—she wants your brain to be mush by the time she's done with you. she wants you to let go, fall, and trust that she'll catch you. take care of you.

♱ she's not afraid to rough you up a little if you aren't listening. she'd tap your cheek and tighten her grip on your throat as she stuffs you even fuller; as deep as she can go, "*thrust* look. *thrust* at. *thrust* me." she's drilling you now, "c'mon, babe, can't you follow a simple direction? or are you too cockdrunk to function?" + "yep, thaaat's it, baby."

♱ vi also enjoys eating you out from the back while she shoves her middle and ring finger into your sopping wet cunt. as she eats you out like it's her last meal on earth, tongue zigzagging and sloppily mouthing at your heat, her fingers are curling up against your g-spot. she knows your brain thinks nothing but her because of every whimper, moan, and chant. "yes, yes, fuck yes! right thereee, vi. fuuuck" you're practically screaming at the top of your lungs. not long after she's pulling her mouth off of you and rising up to lean over your back and dig her fingers deeper inside, "there, huh? that's what she needs, isn't it? pussy's swallowing my fingers whole. greedy girl."

feel free to send more reqs about vi!! love her real bad 🤠

[xescomplex]

L O S T P U P P Y — rick grimes x black!fem reader x daryl dixon

✷ : It had been a couple weeks since y/n arrived at the atlanta camp, everyone started warming up to her, even Daryl and Rick, but what happens when Rick and Daryl go on a run a something happens to y/n

✷ : chapter two: "yall two just love my life huh?" [ see other chapters ]

cw: mentions of daddy issues, walkers, pet names ( pretty, darling, sweet girl, princess ) , rude!daryl at first, a little sexual content ( dry humping, dirty talk, kissing ), age gap ( reader is 19 - 20 and Rick and Daryl are 30 - 40 ), mentions of rape / sa, creepy!Shane, slight daddy kink.

xoxo note: I'm bad at writing summaries so just bare with me + imjustagirlwithdaddyissues.

It had been a few weeks since y/n arrived at the atlanta camp and Y/n sat in her tent, doing her hair. Last week while y/n was on a run with Daryl and Rick, a walker grabbed y/n's ponytail and messed her hair up, she ended up crying the whole way back to camp and complaining that 'she worked so hard on her hair', leaving the two men to comfort her.

Most of the men were hunting so the only men around were dale and Shane. Y/n hated Shane with everything in her, when she first arrived to camp and saw Lorie and Shane sneaking into the woods together, shes hated them both equally because who could hurt such a caring and handsome man like Rick?

Shane came up to y/n's tent, his voice rang out, "knock knock" he said out loud "what?" y/n said half opening the tent "whatcha doin pretty girl" he asked with a creepy smile on his face.

"My hair- what the fuck do you want?" she didn't want to convers with him, he gave her a weird feeling ever since she got to the camp.

"Can I come in?" he said about to put his foot in the tent, "for what?" she kept questioning him, he knew Daryl and Rick weren't around so what was he trying to pull? she couldnt text Carol and tell on him because there's nothing she could possibly do.

"I just wanna come in and watch ya do your hair" he smiled "nah I'm good" she rolled her eyes. She hated men like Shane, dirty disgusting men who think they can have anything or anyone they want.

Lorie stood next to the camper watching the interaction between the man and the young girl, jealousy would cross her face.

"Leave me alone, your lil girlfriend giving me dirty looks" after she said that Shane fully stepped in her tent closing the zipper behind him.

Y/n have him a 'nigga is you coo?' look and pulled her phone out about to text Rick but Shane snatched her phone from her.

"Dude what is your problem?" y/n yelled, "I just wanna talk to you pretty," he ran his hands up and down her shoulders, pushing the girls boobs together with her arms.

Y/n reached behind her a grabbed the knife Daryl gave her as a little gift for just being her, Shane had a tight grip on her, forcing her to lay down on her cot in the tent.

"What are you gonna do to me?" she was scared, no one was around, all the women were down at the lake washing clothes, Lorie sure wouldn't help her and she didn't even know where dale was.

"I just wanna take care of ya" he said as he looked in her eyes rubbing up and down her legs, she looked around for her phone and saw it was next to the opening of the tent. She could stab him real quick, grab her phone and make a run for it towards the woods and hope to run into the other men.

She was about to start screaming but Shane got on top of her, covering her mouth and un-did his pants. She quickly stabbed him in the stomach and while he was still in shock, she pushed him off her grabbing her phone.

It took her a minute to get the zipper open and while she was getting it open, Shane pulled the knife out of his stomach and y/n started to make a run for it.

She didn't make it far before Shane used her own knife to cut her ankle while she was running, she fell to her knees fast, gripping onto her phone as she did.

Shane was slowly getting out the tent with a grunt, as he moved slow, y/n made another run for it and made it to the woods. She got lost and checked her phone, seeing it was on # percent, she called Rick's phone hoping he would pick up while she had enough charge.

"Yes mama," his voice rang through the phone, "please Rick help- Shane tried to force himself on me and cut me and now I'm lost in the woo-" the phone went dead while she was talking.

The girl continued her journey in the woods, y/n had no weapons and her phone was dead, and on top of everything it was getting dark outside.

'im gonna die out here' she thought as she sat down on a Rick by a creek and ripped her grey tank top up to wrap her bleeding ankle and wrapped her small knotless braids up.

MEANWHILE BACK AT THE CAMP, the whole group was panicking, Shane and y/n were gone and there was no sight of where they could have gone.

Lorie stood in the background while everyone made a plan to look for y/n and Shane. Rick and Daryl were fuming, they shouldn't have left her alone here.

Glenn turned his attention to Lorie, "did you see anything?" Lorie shook her head and rolled her eyes, "I don't know why y'all are going through all of this for a girl you just met 5 weeks ago," Lorie laughed thinking someone would agree with her.

"Lorie what is your problem?" Andrea asked, over the last few weeks Andrea and y/n got really close. Y/n taught Andrea to do her own short acrylics and how many ways she could do her blonde hair.

"What? come on there's no way y'all are gonna go through all of this for some slu-" Lorie was cut off by a loud scream heard from the woods.

"Thats gotta be y/n" t-dog said and looked around "okay, t-dog and Glenn y'all stay here Incase y/n or Shane run back to camp and we miss them, Carol get the medical stuff ready and dale you stay on lookout." Rick stated and every nodded their heads.

Carl ran up, "what's going on?" he asked standing in front of his dad. "Nothing, you stay here with your mother, you hear me?" rick asked as he sternly looked at Lorie, Carl nodded his head.

"Daryl lets go," and with the two men ran into the woods, flashlights hand, another loud girlish scream was heard "get off me! get the fuck off me you sicko" they followed the voice and it led straight to y/n.

Daryl saw y/n fighting off a walker and quickly shot it with an arrow, y/n looked up and the shooter. "Daryl!" y/n was happy to see him "oh I'm invisible now?" Rick laughed as he walked over to her checking out her cut.

"Are you okay pretty girl?" Daryl asked as he rubbed her shoulders and the girl flinched, "I'm fine" she smiled.

Rick and Daryl shared glances, "cmon mama we finne get you back to camp" Rick picked the girl up and carried her on his hip as Daryl closely followed behind.

"Can you tell us what happened sweet girl?" Rick asked as they got closer to camp and y/n's lip started to quiver, "i- i- I was doing my hair and-" Daryl felt pity for the girl, she just turned 21 and everything is so over-sitmulating for her.

"Its okay baby, take your time" Daryl said as they got back to the camp and Rick sat y/n on one of the tables and Carol ran up to them.

"Y/n I'm so sorry I wasn't there," Carol almost wanted to cry, y/n was like another daughter to her.

"Its fine, its fine" y/n breathed out, a huge pout on her face.

"Can you tell me what happened now?" Rick as as he backed up enough for Carol to fix up y/n's ankle.

"I was in the tent doing my hair.." Lorie watched from afar as y/n told her story, "and I was almost done before Shane came to the tent he started being weird and I didn't wanna talk to him," y/n put her head down.

"He got into the tent as I went to call Rick.. I saw Lorie looking right at us," everyone turned their head to Lorie.

"You cunt" Andrea turned around and headed for Lorie but t-dog caught her, "what the fuck are you talking about? I wasn't even around! I was with Carol.." Lorie wanted pity from everyone.

"You weren't with me.." Carol rolled her eyes "y/n I'm so sorry"

"Lorie I expected better from you," glenn said "no way you believe her" Lorie laughed.

Rick and Daryl ignored everyone and kept focusing on y/n's story.

"Shane came in and tried to force himself on me," she sighed, Rick felt bad for the girl. The first few weeks y/n was at the camp, she opened up about her father and how he sa'd her, she said "it made me mature faster, I didn't have a childhood."

"What happened after that sweet girl?" Rick as he redid her bun, slowly caressing her face.

"I cut him and ran but he cut me before I got far.. after I ran into the woods I don't know where he went next," Daryl nodded "we gotta find this son of a bitch."

"Everyone stay on lookout, were gonna take y/n to the tent and get her settled." t-dog, dale and Glenn nodded their heads.

Daryl picked y/n up like a baby, tapping her butt twice, "come on doll, lets get you showered."

Rick headed to their tent while Daryl took y/n to the RV to take a shower. Rick needed time to think so he let Daryl and y/n have some alone time.

"How you feeling pretty?" y/n had a sad look on her face "I don't know."

Once Daryl finally got the girl some clothes and good he laid down in the back of the RV with her, rocking her, whispering sweet things into her ear.

'im gonna take care of ya' 'no one can hurt you anymore' 'daddys here sweet girl'

Rick walked in to the RV and watched the two as they bonded, it wasn't too long before y/n fell asleep.

Daryl got up and took her back too the tent but as they were walking back, Shane came back.

xoxo note: stay tuned for part 2 of "y'all love my life huh?" , lol

[lasciviouspoison]

omg hey guyssss!!! this was literally written off the fly, lol. each time i get 🍃 i think abt plug eren and how he’d be obsessed with the pretty college girl he serves to. tw: plug!eren x chubby reader, implied inexperienced reader, implied black reader (anyone can read!!), afab!reader, and, obviously, anything else i missed. not proof read cause idgaf :p

ps. y’all i loved writing this and i love my man. missing him bad :(

plug!eren that loves serving u, his prettiest customer. always makes sure to respond to ur text within the same minute, no matter the condition he’s in.

plug!eren who gets so happy when u ask him to teach u how to roll. each time he’s served u, he’s just brought u pre-rolls since u never bothered to ask for any other rolling materials. but this time, u finally caved and asked him to teach u, saying, “i’m just tired of spending my money on a multiple pre-rolls everyday. i wanna roll for myself” - mind u, eren hasn’t ever charged u.

plug!eren that sees u eyeing him intensely when he starts licking down the sheet, green eyes challenging yours each time he goes to toast the j. he got off on hearing your breath shudder slightly each time he gave it a lick, laughing silently to himself.

plug!eren who watches you smile brightly upon not ripping the sheet (you went through 3 before getting it right). he critiques your j as the two of you hit it, saying u only really needed to work on your mouth piece. however, it was hard for u to digest anything he was saying over the loudness of your thoughts. you couldn’t get the image of eren licking the j out of ur head, wondering if he’d take that much care with u. head between ur legs, using his tongue with the utmost precision. god it’d feel so good -

“whatcha thinkin’ bout pretty girl?” eren’s voice pulls you out of ur thoughts and u smile, not trusting urself enough to express ur feelings without flat out telling him you wanted to fuck.

“i’m just… thinking about everything… you know?” he laughs at the slow pace and raspiness of your voice.

“hmm.. want rennie to make the thoughts go away?”

your head lolls onto the back of the couch and your bra-less chest points toward the sky. he can see the outline of your pierced nipples through your baby pink tank top and he sighs.

the two of you finally make eye contact once more and you lean your head up towards his, eyes deadlocked on his lips.

“please.”

that was all eren needed to hear before engulfing you in his arms. he pulls you onto his lap and runs his hands up the sides of your body, taking extra time to trace the chub that outlines ur tummy.

he drags his thumbs over your nipples causing your body to jerk. he smiles slightly and flicks his eyes up to yours, silver eyebrow piercing glittering in the warm livingroom lighting. he peppers kisses along your jawline before finally kissing your lips. you can’t help but think about how soft his lips are and it makes u let out a soft moan.

he breaks the kiss but never stops rubbing on you, “you taste so sweet. is it ya lipgloss?”

you smile, “yeah. it’s that glossier shit. cookie butter.”

he kisses you again, running his tongue over your lips once he breaks it once more, “i bet your pussy’s sweeter than this though.”

before you can respond, he reaches down into your shorts and plays with the waistband of your panties. rubbing his fingers over the outline of your cunt, causing you to shiver each time.

eren kisses your lips once more and finally touches your bare pussy. once his fingers find your clit, he makes the smallest circles and your hips jerk. he can feel you begin to pull away from the kiss, but his mouth follows you, preventing you from complaining.

he begins to apply a bit more pressure and you ease up in his grip once more. his fingers then travel down further and begin to make their way inside you. unable to hold yourself together, you let out a slight “fuck” and eren groans.

“you’re so fuckin wet. you mus’ really like me, huh baby”. he licks his lips and kisses your neck.

“yes ren… liked you since i first seen you.”, you admit.

eren pulls his head from your neck and grips your cheeks, forcing you to meet his eyes. “aww. baby had a crush on ‘er plug. gonna make this pussy feel so good for you, ‘kay?”

after a small yes, eren lays you down gently on your couch and begins to pull your shorts and panties down. your hands go to cover yourself and he pins them to your chest. he then pulls your tank top over your head and leaves the material loosely around your wrists.

immediately after, eren removes his shirt and your eye to eye with his tatted stomach and chest. you knew by his arms he had a lot of ink, but it was never assumed to go this far. his tattoos were so sexy though, they made your mouth water.

eren then began his assault on your neck once more, this time gradually making his way down your body. he ran his tongue over your nipples, releasing each with an obnoxiously loud pop.

as he made his way down your stomach, you could feel him start to lick down your body, making a point to leave a trail of red splotches in his wake.

when his eyes deadlock on your pussy, you can feel eren’s dick jump in his pants. he takes his thumb and pulls the hood of your vagina up, taking his sweet time in admiring your pink pussy.

he licks his lips and smirkss at you before diving head first in between your legs. his long, pink tongue swirls over your clit so gently, it makes you see stars. he licks you just like the sheet, so slowly that it takes your breath away.

he sucks gently on your clit and your hands reach down to run through his hair. your fingers wrap around the root and pull slightly, causing him to groan into your pussy.

his hand runs up your leg and you feel his middle and index finger push into your walls, gently caressing your g-spot.

by this point, your writhing so hard against the bed eren’s had to use all of his strength to restrain you with one hand. and while you knew eren could overpower you, having firsthand proof made you all the more wet.

with a few more licks to your clit, eren found you suddenly tensing up against his tongue, small body shaking and convulsing around his tongue as your orgasm overpowered your senses.

“pretty baby’s never came this hard huh? s’okay, you got somebody to handle you now. i’ll make this cunt cum everyday. my perfect girl.”

with the combination of eren’s dirty words and his gentle caresses against your nipples, it was extremely hard for you to ground yourself within reality. he was too good at sex, especially for someone as inexperienced as you.

eren finally rises and removes his jeans. his black calvin’s cling to his hips and muscular thighs as he drags you by your ankle to the edge of your couch.

he pulls down his boxers and his dick hits his stomach with a dull thud, angry red tip leaving a bit of pre where it made contact with his stomach.

he presses your legs against your body and grips his dick, hard. he runs it through your fold a few times, using the slight curve of his dick to hit your clit each time he got close. he tapped his dick against your clit a few times, and finally slipped it in.

with the two of you simultaneously gasping, eren’s grip on your hips got tighter, desperately trying to will himself to not fully sheath himself inside of you. as he slowly slipped in, he could feel your pussy twitch against him, forcing him to thumb at your clit.

“need ya to calm down baby. gonna squeeze me to death” his voice is rough and restrained, similar to his hips.

you respond, breathless and weak, “m’tryin. feel you s’deep”

his eyes flick up to yours, “oh yeah? where ya feel me baby?”

your head peaks up slightly and eren takes a look at your fucked out face. lips wet, red, and swollen, eyes watery with rosy cheeks. you were so beautiful, he never wanted to take his eyes off of you. but, he had a more pressing matter at hand.

your hand reaches down and presses on your stomach, signifying to eren where his dick is inside you. however, you choke out a moan and add onto his ever growing ego, “but i swear ren, i feel you in my throat. you’re just so - fuck - you’re so big” placing much emphasis on big.

his eyes roll into the back of his skull as he looses all composure. his hips snap relentlessly into yours, bullying his cock into your tight pussy. by this point, eren is not only lost in the feeling of your cunt, but knowing that he needs to feel you cum around him.

he keeps a hand locked onto your jaw, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. you can see how feral he is behind his eyes and it makes you gush. he’s like a wild animal and it turns you on way more than you ever imagined.

with a particular thrust, eren hits that soft spot inside of you and your legs instinctively lock around his hips. the worldless confirmation was all he needed to continue to hit that special spot inside of you. as the speed of his hips increases, he finally reaches his peak, with that familiar pulse of your pussy shortly following.

a particularly loud “fuck” leaves your mouth at the same times eren grits out your name. his hips operate on autopilot, snapping back into your cunt at a jagged pace.

once eren returns to earth, he sees the white ring of cream you left around the base of his cock. he swipes two fingers down and places them to your lips. “suck”, is all that leaves his mouth and you follow his command.

as eren slowly pulls out of you, your head lolls against the couch and you finally feel yourself catch a breath.

when eren returns, he uses a warm rag to wipe you up before helping you put your clothes back on. after he follows suit, he picks you up bridal style and carries you to your room.

he sets you down and pulls back your baby pink duvet, tucking you into the blankets. you reach your hand up to him and grab his shirt sleeve, confusion and hurt dancing behind your eyes.

eren kneels beside your bed and pets your hair, “i’m not runnin out on ya y/n. i jus gotta do my job. i’ll be back once im finished, promise.” he gives you a gentle kiss on the lips, and you can hear his shoes scuff against the hardwood floor as your eyes close.

however, hours later, you’re awoken to the sound of knocks at your door and your phone ringing; it’s eren.

“hello?” you answer, voice groggy from sleep.

eren chuckles slightly and lets out a breath, “told you i’d be back ma. lemme in”.

[zuzuelectricbugaloo]

Tête-à-Tête: Trois

Rating: Teen

Synopsis: Epic takes his shot. Nightmare underestimates his depravity.

CW: Epic temporarily dies and returns to life. Its played for comedic purposes by both Epic and the narrative, but understandably is unenjoyable

Word Count: 2, 108

Part 1, 2, 3 of A Guardian, A Scientist, and A Parlay

“First up, Cross ain’t nearly as verbose as you, for realzies.” Epic remarked. He leaned himself against the chair with his arms crossed behind his head.

Nightmare blinked. “Realzies?” 

“F’r real f’r real. Ya vibe check?” He gave a thumbs down and blew a raspberry. “Failed. An’ usin’ dat boomer ta get to me? His vibes’re straight up rancid, spittin’ straight facts wi’ dat, not gonna lie, but yo. You’re throwin’ all dat shade at me like I ain’t already drownin’ on my own.” 

Nightmare was stunned. “Is…is this a mental breakdown? A crisis of some kind?” Bewildered, he wondered, “What are you saying?”

“Just dat we could be real sigma skibidi slicers but ya got all da Ohio and none o’da rizzler.

“Is this a stroke? Can your kind have strokes?”

“I’m sayin’ what I’m sayin’, ya dig?”

“Saying what?”

Epic’s eyes crinkled into upturned crescents. “Sayin’ like a straight up Saiyan lmao.”

Nightmare’s eye twitched. “You’re saying what?!”

“Naaaah, I ain’t Saiyan, bruh! I’m jus’ sayin’ what I’m sayin’.”

Before Nightmare could give in to the urge and leap across the table to strangle him with his bare hands, Epic inquired, “Whatcha reading?”

It’s random enough that it throws the guardian off kilter and he answers honestly, “The Picture of Dorian Gray.” 

“Aw sheeet, really?” Epic whistled lowly, impressed. “Dat one’s wild. Mah best bruh wuz so uptst bowt Basil, brah, an’ I’m wit’ him mahn. If it weren’t foh dat one bastard, Dorian an’ Basil would’ve behn OTP an’ everiethin wud be sunshine an’ rainbuws.”

“If you wish for this game to be played well, lest at all,” Nightmare spat irritably, “Then use that silver tongue well instead of spouting rot like an illiterate.”

“Hmm, ya got me.” Epic waved his gloved hands in a mimicry of jazz. “But foh one as well-versed as u, sureleh u can rerd betwehn teh lines?”

Nightmare huffed. “Ah yes,” he rolled his eye, “asinine nonsense is so worth the effort of parceling though. Last warning.” 

His tendrils sharpened, razor-edged tints gleaming menacingly within the tarred corruption, “Speak proper or invoke your own pain.”

“Aw,” Epic pouted. “An’ I was jus’ ‘bout to tell ya about the Sigma of the Ohio, gooning to the gyat—” 

SHINK!

“Oh would ya look at dat.” Epic said cheerfully. “I’ve been impaled.”

Epic hummed. Idly poking the tendril jutting out of him, he scrubbed the viscous tar that clung to the edge of his distals and curiously brought it to his mouth. Nightmare’s narrowed eye widened, gaping as he watched in dumbfounded silence as Epic licked his mouth in quick, kittenish blips whilst cleaning the distal phalanx of the corruption coating it with his tongue. 

“Huh. Tastes like bitter apple tart.” He mused. 

Nightmare’s mouth opened and closed. Epic was blathering something about “bridges” and desiring more “polin” moments within adapted screenplay, but any comprehension of his commentary was lost in the storm of the supposed guardian’s tumultuous thoughts. 

Such strange, utterly perplexing behavior. To what purpose? To what end? Didn’t the novels purport that tasting another was a means of enticement? Erego, was this…flirting? 

Was seduction this truly beguiling bastard’s method of further confoundment? 

“I’m not interested!” He snapped. It was most certainly not an undignified squawk! 

“Huh?” Epic slow-blinked in confusion. “What — oh. Oh. Oh, honey,” Epic guffawed. “You’re so not my type.” 

“Excuse you?!”

“You’re excused babes.” 

SHINK! 

Epic’s impudence earned him another impalement of the tentacle persuasion, yet his shit-eating grin remained, entirely unfazed by the two razored tendrils protruding from his abdomen and the fuchsia blood that dripped out the corners of his mouth. 

“I like ‘em cuter than you,” Epic simpered. “And a lot more fun ta hang wit’.” 

Nightmare sneered, unimpressed. “What, like Ccino?”

The skeleton hummed in contemplation. “Waz thinkin’ ‘bout someone else, but Bunbun is mad cute tbh. Mehbe a coffee date or two, if Ccino was down, he’s such a snacc dat he ate and left no crumbs. Did ya see those bunny ears on his hoodie? Ugh, totes adorbs. Ngl I just wanna squish dem kawaii cheeks on dat cute face an’ nomnomnom. Prolly tastes like mochi.”

Nightmare’s eye twitched. He wondered if corrupted pseudo skeleton pyro-elemental demigods could have aneurysms.

And promptly mulled after that over his inaugural desire of wanting to strangle someone with his bare hands and not his tentacles.

“Aw, don’t be jelly jus’ cuz ya don't get mey magic goeng. I mean jus’ look atcha bruh.” Epic gestured to Nightmare. “What’s da dealio wit’ yo’ threads, brah?” 

The utter nerve of this mongrel! “My attire is impeccable—”

“Bitch please. Ain’t even tryin’ to level up ya L ratio wi’ cheugy an’ went all muggy.”

Nightmare’s eye twitched.

“Totally gonna kiki wi’ Sugar later when we’re sharin’ da T an’ laughin’ ova ya discolored hobo basic bitch Sans lookin’ ass—”

SHINK!

Fuschia blood splattered onto the table cloth, discoloring the porcelain in sanguine blotches. “Wow, ya really dig impaling me, huh? Try an’ keep it in ya pants Hentainess.”

Infuriating, knavish, orgiastically lush myopic bastard!

“How dare you! I am a god above you miserable ants, and I will crush you like the bug you are—!”

“Ha, frfr? King of negativity?” Epic snickered derisively. “Moar liek keng of trash ya basic, overrated, goopy takoyaki beta cuc—”

SHINK!

SHINK!

SHINK!

The lights flickered, cats hissing and meowing as a few dogs barked and ran with their friends elsewhere as the shadows converged, bathing the room in darkness. From the shadows Nightmare loomed, tentacles writhing angrily behind his amorphous form as he loomed above Epic, his infuriated snarl separating his face into petals of viscera as raggedly sharp teeth shook with his roar, row after row of fangs converging into a spiral deep within the darkness of his mouth as he shrieked in rage. 

SHINK!

SHINK!

SHINK!

His undulating tentacles converged, rapidly piercing through Epic’s body in a brutal series of strikes until Nightmare paused, chest heaving whilst his form trembled with fury, and multiple tentacles protruded from Epic’s chest. From the wounds fuchsia stained his soft cable-knit sweater, soaking the material and damaging it irreparably. 

Epic coughed, blood pouring from his mouth. He reached for his napkin to wipe his mouth as he continued to hack up more and more of the viscous fluid and clear his false throat.

Still, the sight wasn’t nearly enough to appease the enraged Guardian, eyelight a deadly slit as he hissed, his forked tongue flickering between his fangs.

“I will make you suffer a slow, miserable death surrounded by the remains of the ones you love you wretched, perverse—!”

“Ooooooh, yeeeeees,” Epic arched his back, his purr more of a garbled, cluttered sound from metaphysical lungs drowning in blood. “Stab me harder octodaddy~” He rasped.

…

WHAT.

THE.

FU—

Viscerally jolting, Nightmare gaped, immediately retracting all his tentacles in one abrupt pull that made Epic’s body slam head first onto the table. Nonexistent mind bloated with static clogged his hearing, the disgruntling sound of cervical vertebrae breaking going unheard, Epic’s body stilling.

It didn’t matter that he hadn’t sensed an iota of lust from Epic in what was clearly an act to unsettle him. The mere fact that someone would be so uncouth — with his (technically) body parts inside them — and then say that — !

He felt so, so unclean.

While Nightmare gagged, dryly retching to the side of the table, body racked by terrorized shudders and a nonexistent gut determined to upheave its contents, Epic slowly rose from the table with a groan. 

His head jolted, flinging itself far to the side and then back to the center in a sharp crack as his broken neck repaired itself, blood and bones squelching amid a miniscule vortex of swirling dust. His right socket was empty, only the haunting magenta of his Eye lighting up his scarred socket and illuminating the void within his skull as his body continued to crack and convulse.

Broken ribs and pseudo flesh winded and converged in brilliant, blinding spirals of mana, abruptly reforming to its previous state of matter from the fallen dust of its body.

When his ribs cracked back into place Epic’s eyelight returned and he sighed, rolling his head and shoulders with a low groan before he jolted one last time as consciousness and bodily autonomy were regained. 

“Shit, that was a new way to die.” Epic coughed, clearing his throat of lingering dust. “What was that? Death number 20,000? 60,000?” It was rhetorical. Not like Nightmare would’ve known, or be deigned to answer anyway, teal blush betraying his conflicted though largely horrified emotions. 

“Can’t say it was original though. My old man stabbed me to death once. Though it was with bones instead of tentacles. Hmm. Anyways. Ya good there?”

Nightmare stared back at him, unseeing. Slowly rocking back and forth in an upright fetal position. “Your mind is filthy.”

“Lmao, if you think that joke was bad you should see my hentai zines.”

Nightmare was about to give in and leap across the table to strangle him with his bare hands when Epic caught him off guard yet again, swiftly diverging their conversation. 

“Oh hey, speaking of the unappreciated arts, do ya like poetry?”

Wary, Nightmare enunciated slowly, “...yes?”

“Coolio, mind if I get your unbiased third party perspective on this little ditty I made for my homies?” Epic posed dramatically, one hand over his Soul and the other resting atop his foreskull. “Gotta let ya homebois know they’re appreciated. Ahem!”

He began, cadence low and melodic as though the prose he spun were Shakespeare’s finest. But what came out of his mouth that had Nightmare tasting rainbows in his mouth was:

“Ain’t nobody betta den da GOAT, da squad dat’s on fleek.”

Nightmare had long lost the hope of deciphering the madness that fell from his questionably silver tongue and could only watch helplessly, a haunted gleam in his eye as Epic butchered vernacular with a charming grin and cheerfully set its corpse aflame.

“U got da whole Chromatic Crew hustlin’, dis fam don’t play baby we stay bussin’! Full o’ peeps dat are straight up cuties, no cap, got dem gucci an’ menty b vibes. Da Skittles Squad are da best, no jive!” 

Jumping atop his seat, Epic concluded his recital with a flourished bow, curtsying and bowing as cats and dogs meowed and barked in applause. Or they were glad he was safe after Nightmare killed him. Hard to say.

Epic caught a rose that was thrown at him with his teeth and winked in the direction it was thrown in. He blew a kiss as he waved, the skeleton that had thrown the flower blushing shyly and ducking back to his corner at having been noticed. 

“TY, TY,” Epic thanked as he sat back down, “Prayer hands and heart emojis fo’ all y’all.”

Nightmare blinked away the odd stinging in his eye. He wiped his socket dry, then gazed down at the translucent water on his claw. He was…crying??

“What in hell?”

“Yee I tend ta have dat effect.”

Nightmare lifted his stare to Epic, saying nothing.

“Oh, dat reminds me.” Epic pulled out 20G from his inventory and shoved the coins into his pocket. “Note to self: pay back KitKat later fo’ Skittlez.”

Nightmare already knew he’d regret asking, yet still, the cerebration of unknowing anything plagued him, and he slowly queried, “A what?”

“Skittles Squad! Kill la Kill coined it, so I owe him now.”

“...What.”

“Yep, patented it and everything.”

Nightmare resisted the way his false throat tickled, fearing that if he coughed, he’d see a rainbow splattered all over his claw. Disbelieving, his eye pierced the dichotomy of a grin so sweet and endearing and somehow irritatingly cocky and frivolous all in one. 

How much more of this inane babble could he withstand? Truly, whose will would ever be able to gaze into the pandemonic abyss of this clearly unwell mind and maintain its sanity?

“I also wrote a Vocaloid fan song in case my ultimate waifu, GILF Miku, ever came to life and wanted to date —”

He knew one thing for certain: he’d been violated mentally long enough.

“STOP!” Nightmare roared beseeched. “Just — stop!” He put his head in his hands, both to make sure blood wasn’t leaking from his acoustic meatus and to carry his weary skull. “I implore you, Epic...Stop.”

He’d had enough. 

Epic’s smile remained as his eyelights glittered somberly. 

He set the rose that he’d been fiddling with in his hands gently down on the table and leaned back in his chair. “Do you concede defeat?”

[headkiss]

annaaa im rewatching cm again and reentering my hotch phase and u are my ultimate favorite hotch writer so may i please beg for something sweet with him? maybe like making dinner or doing some other activity together? of course this is totally absolutely no pressure at all thank u i love u <33

kait my love angel bae i am so honoured to be ur fav hotch writer 😭🫶 this one’s for u and i hope u like it!!! | 0.6k of fluff

Aaron can hear you moving about in the kitchen when he gets home.

It’s something he’s had a hard time getting used to, the intimacy of it all. The sound of pots clanging and spoons scraping dishes as you stir things. It’s the reminder of having someone there, of never really being alone. Sure, he’s not used to it, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He’s good at being quiet, has to be for his job, so he shuts the door softly behind him and toes off his shoes. Sneaking down the hall, he spots you through the doorway of the kitchen, your hair up, back of your neck exposed.

Hotch leans a shoulder against the doorframe and watches you cook for a little, the stress of the day sort of melting away as he does.

You only catch him when you turn around, jumping and dropping the spoon you’d been holding onto the counter. “Aaron!” His name is dragged out in a whine, “you’ve gotta stop doing that.”

“Watching you cook?”

“Using your agent feet on me.”

He huffs a laugh at that one, a smile spreading over his face freely the way they seem to spread around you.

“Whatcha making?”

“Just some pasta. You wanna help?”

You offer him an apron, the neck dangling from your fingertips. Aaron takes it easily, tossing it over his button up that he’d worn to work. It’s a funny juxtaposition, the crisp state of his shirt and the stained canvas he wears over it.

“Where do you want me, chef?”

Whenever Aaron’s gone, you tend to worry and worry. That he’ll get hurt, that he’ll get tired of juggling you and his work. Then, he comes home to you, putting on your apron without complaining, and you’re not so worried anymore, because it makes sense. Having him beside you makes sense.

You grin at him over your shoulder, now turned back to the boiling water on the stove, “there’s some veggies in the fridge if you wanna cut those?”

“‘Course.”

As he walks behind you to get to the fridge, he pauses to push a kiss into the side of your neck, his arms weaving around your waist. You lean into his touch like an instinct, like there’s a string that shortens whenever he’s near, tugging the two of you towards each other.

You’re lucky to get him this way. Where everyone else sees Hotch, you only see Aaron.

Conversation comes easy as you cook together, Hotch getting a cutting board and setting himself up at the counter next to the stovetop. Not the most functional spot, but it’s the one closest to you, so he chooses it anyway.

Aaron’s not one to open up quickly. He doubts himself, questions whether he’ll be too much for the other person, worries that they’ll get fed up with his scattered schedule and leave. And then he met you and things were different.

He’d had to cancel your second date because of a case, and you’d barely blinked, telling him on the phone that the anticipation will only make it so much better, that it isn’t his fault and you’d be there when he got back. You said all of the right things and he sent you flowers and that was the start of the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Now, you live together and your toothbrushes share the same countertop and it might not be perfect all of the time but it’s as close as possible, he thinks.

“Hey. Try this for me?” You’re holding out a spoon, a little bit of pasta sauce on the end, your free hand cupped underneath it to catch any that might fall. “Please?”

You never need to say please with him, Aaron thinks, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like the way it sounds in your voice.

He leans towards you, bending to taste what you’re offering him.

“It’s perfect, sweetheart.”

Hotch isn’t lying, but even if it wasn’t perfect, he’d still tell you it was. If only to see the way your face lights up with your smile, the way you bounce a little on your feet.

[engiebabey]

AAAAAA your fics are so cute!!! :D I rlly loved ur babysitter scout hcs, I was wondering if I could rq a oneshot of scout finding out that reader regresses? :> /nf thank u!

—@little-t-rex-boi

of course!! i love writing for him (i say that abt all the mercs tho teehee). regression age is not mentioned but it's somewhere between 2-4! reader uses sippy and a pacifier. this was a little shorter than i wanted it to be so i'll probably expand on it in the future!

warnings: use of pacifier, use of sippy cup

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Today had been great. You had spent the afternoon chilling around the base with the other mercenaries, as it had been a day off from battle. The opportunity for rest was always a great surprise, and you just had to take the chance to use it to its fullest

Evening was approaching quickly, though, and you were starting to regress for nighttime, a habit you found yourself slipping into. You were small enough that you had stopped talking in full sentences and had opted out of playing poker, instead choosing to watch as the men gathered around the table competitively.

"Hey, ya sure you don't wanna play?" Scout asked, noticing that you were quieter than usual. He didn't want to make you feel left out. "There's always room for one more, ya know."

When you shook your head "no" instead of giving a real response, he raised an eyebrow, but turned back to his set of cards anyways. He could tell something was up, but chose not to mention it in front of the others.

Eventually, you toddled off, not wanting to fully regress with the rest of the team present. As you retreated to your living quarters, you retrieved your paci, humming to yourself as you sucked on it and pulled out your coloring book to play with.

It had only been a half hour until the team was done with their game, and Scout was suspicious on where you had gone off to. He slunk past the others to go looking for you, standing in front of your door for a moment, taking a deep breath before knocking.

"Uh, hey Y/N, don't tell me you're sleepin' already, it's only 6pm!" he says from the other side of the closed door. When he doesn't get a response, he tries again, "You in there?"

Gently, he pushes the door to find it unlocked, swinging open. There you are, sat on the floor with a pacifier in your mouth, scribbling nonsense onto a picture of Pinkie Pie, making little noises.

When you hear Scout come in, your head whips around, but you make no urgent move to cover yourself, too regressed to care. The both of you stare at each other for a moment, his eyes dropping to the different aspects you've got around you before speaking again.

"Y/N.. you alright? What's all this?" he asks. No answer again, you just coo and look at him with round, curious eyes. "Okay. Whatcha doin'?"

He sits next to you on the ground, pointing to your pictures. "You, uh, like drawin'?" He's unsure what to say, not wanting to upset you. However, you seem perfectly fine and happy with yourself, so he rolls with it.

You gently start to grab for his hat, your little fingers gripping the brim as you tug at it, wanting it. "Whatcha doin' kid, you want my hat?" he chuckles, taking it off his own head and setting it on yours. "That's pretty cute." he says aloud, looking at you with your pacifier and his hat, blinking up at him.

You pat your own head, now covered by his hat, and reach behind you to curate your sippy cup. Using two hands, you hold it up a little too close to Scout's face, speaking for the first time in a few hours. "Juice?" you mumble from around your paci.

"You want juice, kiddo?" he smiles softly, taking the cup from your hands. "Alright, let's go get juice." He stands up, shaking his hand for you to grab. When you clutch on to only one of his fingers, his heart melts.

"Big brudder," you mutter, following after him as he leads you to the kitchen. He stops for a moment, reeling at the fact that you called him that on your own.

"Yeah, toots? Ya need somethin' else?"

"No," you shake your head, "Jus' like you, see." You point to the hat again. "Match."

"Yeah, kid, I see." Scout gives you a toothy grin, placing his free hand on your head and ruffling it a little.

"Just like big brother."

[destroyerofgirls]

Hi this is kinda weird but can we have a forcemasc post for the weird loser"girls"? Like "girls" who are actually boys but stay girls because being a loser as a girl feels more...acceptable? Like people see her as "haha quirky" and him as "gross"? If not that's okay! Thank u <3

Sorry it took so long to answer. It's taken me forever to think of a response. This one is certainly something

TW: noncon/rape, kidnapping, drugging, degradation, and yes, this is all fucking fantasy!!

Hey sweetheart, you seem interesting. What's a guy like you doing here on a Thursday night?

Huh? No way dude, what's your name?

Nah, I'm not calling you that. So, you waiting for some friends? Or are you here alone tonight? Telling a stranger you're alone? You're just begging for it

Not many friends huh? We can be friends. Yeah, it'll be cool.

Whatcha into?

Rad, not a lotta people are into those types of things.

Crazy thought, why don't you come back to my place? C'mon dude, it'll be fun, it's not like I'm gonna rape you or anything;

~

Yeah, it's nothing nice, but it suffices. You got a nice place?

Cool, where? Giving your address to strangers? Risky

Aw, yeah, my buddy lives around there. Hey maybe we can all hangout sometime! And use your little fag holes

You want something to drink? I gotchu. Seriously? Taking drinks from strangers? You really are pathetic

Here ya go. So tell me more about your hobbies! I'd love to hear more. I'd love to see you slowly slip into unconsciousness

~

Good morning sunshine. Shhhh don't make a sound.

Yeah, you're all tied up, you have nowhere to go. Isn't it unfortunate? You should really be careful. Being that gross can attract creeps like me. Lesson learned, huh.

You look confused? What's on your mind, sweet boy?

Okay, so if not "gross" then what? Weird?

Nah, you're definitely gross. I mean, all that shit you were talking about is gross. You're gross. You're a gross stupid faggot. I mean god, not even an hour and you gave me all your personal information. You're desperate.

We're gonna turn that image that you have in that silly brain of yours, the one of how you're just a weird girl. And we're going to change it, you're a man. I'm going to teach you how to be a man. How to fuck like a man. How to be comfortable as a man.

You're not saying no. You must want it. Shut up, fag, class is about to begin.

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

Hello 👀 I see your asks are open and u write for One Piece so I'd like to ask for my 4 favorite strawhats, Sanji, Brook, Usopp, and Franky with a reader who is very romantic and likes to take them on dates and do really romantic gestures like buying flowers or randomly hugging them from behind and being generally flirty like a sort of Casanova but is not used to the same type of affection towards themselves so whenever it does happen they get sort of flustered or choked up.

For Sanji he cooks the reader a special dinner. For Brook he writes them a song. For Usopp he makes them like a matching ring. For Franky he maybe he puts on a special show of fireworks for them. And the moment is very special for both of them.

Thank u 💗💗

Yes my lovely!!! I'm honestly the same as the reader, so this was a fun thing to write and I think I fell in love with these characters a lil more.

G/n reader, and neutral nicknames. No use of Y/N.

Warnings: Cheesy, sappy romance. Reader crying from happiness from a romantic gesture. (these aren't really warnings but whatev) It's a lot of fluff y'all.

No spoilers, and all characters can be either pre or post timeskip. (except in Franky's version, because Usopp has his plants and seeds but that's it, and really you can pretend it's pre timeskip)

Brook

"Hey there, handsome. I brought you some tea" you said, winking at your boyfriend as you set the tray down.

"Ah! Thank you so much, I love you down to your bones! YOHOHOHOHOHO!"

You giggled at his bad joke, and curled your arms around him for a hug. You breathed in his scent- sea salt and paper, with an underlying scent of whatever he used to polish his violin. You nestled your face in his afro, letting it tickle your nose.

"Well I love your music" you whispered, pecking his cheekbone. He stiffened, and you could've sworn he was blushing, but it may have been a trick of the setting sun.

"Th-thank you" he answered, wrapping an arm around you as you sat beside him. You noticed scrapped paper crumpled into balls nearby, tossed carelessly behind the skeleton's shoulder.

"Whatcha workin on?" you asked. Brook spluttered on his tea, and you thumped his back.

"Ah! Nothing, nothing!"

You tilted your head in confusion, frowning. He never hid songs from you.

"C'mon babe, you know I'll love it even if it's bad"

"...I want it to be perfect before you hear it."

You looked at him, blinking. He was acting odd.

"Fine. But I'm taking you on a date tomorrow" you said, shrugging.

"Alright... Wait- that makes no sense!"

You laughed. In your mind it made perfect sense. He was working so hard on composing a song that he needed to be perfect even for you to hear- the person he trusted with his worst and best songs. If it needed to be perfect for you, it must be really stressing him out.

"Let me treat you since you've been working so hard on this" you said gently. Brook sighed, looking defeated as he slouched.

"Just... would you be so kind as to come see me tonight? Perhaps on the balcony of the crows nest?"

"Sure, the usual time?" you asked with a smile. He nodded, looking at you softly. Or at least you thought so, sometimes it was hard to tell, but usually you could read his emotions pretty well. You kissed his cheek as a goodbye and got up to go bother Sanji as he prepared dinner, hopefully sneaking bits of food when he wasn't looking.

Dinner was as delicious and chaotic as usual, but you noticed your boyfriend seemed a little out of it. Was that song bothering him more than he was letting on? Was something else going on? You decided to ask him about it when you met with him later. Dinner ended, and you decided to join Chopper, Luffy, Nami and Usopp in the aquarium for dessert and tea while playing a card game. You were surprised Brook wasn't joining, he always seemed to be around when tea was served.

You played a few rounds of the game, throwing down your cards in defeat as you groaned.

"Well losing is great and all, but I got a date with my lovely boyfriend. Have fun, guys!" You left with a smile and a wave. You climbed to the deck and then scaled the ropes up to the crows nest. An odd light was coming from the direction of the balcony, and you furrowed your brow. You entered the crows nest. Moonlight streamed in through the windows, silver pooling on the wood of the floor. It smelled nice for once, not like the usual sweat and booze of Zoro. You looked around, and gasped when your eyes fell towards the balcony.

A trail of rose petals lined by candles led to the balcony door, which was propped open. Cushions and blankets were deliberately placed to make a sort of nest, and more candles lit the area in a soft glow. The stars above shone bright, the full moon adding to the delicate light. Brook was standing looking out into the night. You took a few tentative steps forward, soaking in the floral scent of the rose petals.

Brook turned around, holding sheets of paper in his hand. If he had lips, you knew he'd be smiling softly at you.

"Brook..." you whispered, trailing off.

"Come here, my love." He held out a hand, and you followed the candle-lined trail into his arms. You held him tightly, crushing his ribs. He chuckled painfully.

"Please, sit down. I wrote this for you." His voice was deep and smooth, sending warmth cascading over you like a warm blanket.

"W-what is all this? Why?" You let go of him, bewildered. He eased you down to sit on the cushions and wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. His feet shuffled him away behind two music stands you hadn't noticed before, each holding a piece of paper. He picked up his violin and bow, letting it hang a little in his grip.

"You do so much for me. You take me on dates, bring me things, listen and adore my music, and so much more. I wanted to do something for you, just because... well, you deserve it. I wrote this for you, but I'm still not sure I captured how just beautiful your soul is. So please, bear with me."

You tried so hard not to cry. Your throat was burning with the effort, and you could feel your eyebrows scrunched upwards. You looked at him with wide eyes, chin wobbling.

He chuckled at you, and brought up his violin to his chin, readying himself. He took a breath in, and began to play. It was beautiful, pure, and sweet. It had a slow tempo, but slowly increased as he opened his mouth to sing.

It was dark, all alone.

A promise I kept, but I yearned for death.

I met a man, who accepted me and took me in

and I thought I had a reason to live again.

But you. You stole my breath.

If I had a heart, you would've stolen it too.

The promises to keep living were almost forgotten

'cause when I'm with you, darlin

I could never wish for us to part

I may not have a heart, but I have a soul.

And that, I give you entirely.

Accept my love, because you've shown me yours.

Please, my angel.

Be mine, forever.

Tears were streaming down your face by the time the first word came out of his mouth, and by the time he ended the lyrics, you had to clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle the sobs. You wanted to listen to him, but you were so overwhelmed with love, you could only cry.

The music faded off with a gentle, smooth note, and you finally let yourself let out a sob. You heard shuffling from your boyfriend, and he grabbed one of your wet hands to place a handkerchief in it. You stuttered out a thanks and he brought you to his chest.

"Please tell me these are good tears" he murmured in your ear. You nodded frantically, and threw your arms around him.

"Please sing it again sometime. I can't handle it right now but another time? I just... I just love you s-so muuuuch!"

"Oh my angel. I love you too"

Note: I wrote the lyrics myself so if you don't like it don't tell me because I'm a baby

Franky

There were strange sounds coming from Franky's workshop, luring you to the belly of the Thousand Sunny to wonder what the hell your boyfriend could be doing. You approached the door, ignoring the 'keep out' signs that you knew weren't aimed at you. Muted voices you recognized as Usopp and Franky floated through the crack at the bottom of the door. You pressed your ear against the cool metal, picking up words here and there.

"...gotta be... for her... can you... shavings or would... better?" Franky's gravely voice muttered.

"Hmmm... be loud... but there's this that'll... does that sound alright?" Usopp responded. Obviously they were planning something, but what? Nobody's birthday was coming up, at least that you were aware of. Maybe Nami asked for some improvements on her weapon? You knocked, curious.

"Babe? It's me!" you called opening the door. You heard quick shuffling and a fearful squawk from Usopp.

"Oi! Careful! That stuff's explosive!" he hissed at your boyfriend.

A small smile curved your lips as you raised a brow. Franky was obviously hiding something behind his broad frame.

"Thought I told you to include me in projects with explosives" you teased, crossing your arms.

"I-I... Uh... It's not what it looks like!" Franky stuttered, waving his hands in front of his face. You giggled.

"Relax hon. I don't know enough about Nami's weapon to be of any help. I just heard some weird noises and wanted to see what was going on"

"Nami's-?" Franky was cut off with a loud exclamation from Usopp.

"Oh! You wanted to see my plants, right? See what they can do and how I harvest the seeds?"

That effectively caught your attention, despite the obvious tactic, and your eyes lit up in curiosity. His plants were much more interesting to you than the complexities of Nami's weather science.

"Oh right! I forgot I said that!"

"I have some spare time now, want me to show you?" he asked, with a smile as he crowded you towards the door. You glanced at your boyfriend over his shoulder. He just sent you a small wave with a grin.

"Bye my love! My sweetie! My genius cyborg! My-" Usopp cut you off as he shut the door, leaving you with an imprint of your boyfriend turning more into a blushing mess with each exclaimed pet name.

"Gross" he muttered. You stuck your tongue out at his back, but didn't say anything. You didn't want to ruin your rare opportunity for him to explain the weird plants he cultivated on board. The two of you talked for hours, getting distracted easily when the captain pulled the two of you into a weird game that you ended up winning, much to your confusion.

Eventually it was dinner, and Franky showed up late before promptly chugging some cola. He seemed... off. Nervous? Excited? Whichever it was, he was preoccupied. He barely spoke during dinner, and gave short answers when he was addressed. Dinner finally ended, and you were tasked with helping Sanji do dishes, but knew the cook would understand if you wanted to check on your boyfriend first.

"Franky?"

"Hm?"

"You okay?"

"Huh? Oh yeah. I'm fine" he said easily. You tilted your head, keeping eye contact.

"You seemed preoccupied during dinner."

Franky sighed, "I am. The project I'm working on... can you meet me tonight?"

You smiled and nodded eagerly. "Sure thing, I'll meet you after I finish helping Sanji out. How can I say no to my Superrrr hero?" you struck the pose he often did, wrists above your head and a wide grin on your face. It drew a laugh from Franky's broad chest, and the sound washed over you like a warm wave.

A hand gently ruffled your hair as he passed by. You caught it, and raised his knuckles to your lips. He smelled like metal. His cheeks tinged red as you let go of his hand and walked back into the kitchen, swaying your hips just a little more than usual to grab his attention. You looked over your shoulder, catching his gaze flicking up from your ass to meet your eyes. A blush tinged his cheeks and ears, and he quickly spun to walk out. You snorted, and exchanged a knowing look with the cook.

You talked pleasantly with Sanji, discussing each other's day. He asked about what you learned with Usopp, and you gladly filled him in. You asked him about his professional opinion as to whether he would change any of the dishes he served today at all, and he told you his plans. It was easy conversation that accompanied your dish washing system, making it seem to go by quickly. Soon enough, the dishes were washed, dried, and put away. You dried your hands, grabbing some cola from the fridge for you and Franky to share while he showed you your project. You happily said goodbye to Sanji, who sent you a knowing look. You blushed with a chuckle.

You made your way to the deck, searching for Franky.

"Oi! Up here!" he called. Your head whipped around towards the sound of his voice at the helm. You smiled, jogging up to him.

"I brought us some Cola!" you announced proudly, holding up the jug. He took it in his large hands and placed it on the ground with a soft smile. You cocked your head. Normally he opened it and offered you the first sip. What was he doing? He stepped back and gestured behind him.

"Come here. I want to show you something."

You were confused, but trusted him whole heartedly, so you stepped towards him. Once close enough, he put a hand on your shoulder and turned to reveal a cozy setup- a wide, freestanding hammock with pillows and blankets for optimal comfort. The hammock wouldn't curl up and around the person, but rather was held open by wooden slats at the short ends of the hammock that had holes drilled in for the many ropes that tied back to the wooden frame. The hammock material obviously had a high thread count according the the gentle sheen you could see in the moonlight. The wooden frame was carved into swirls, suns, and moons. You gasped. It was beautiful craftsmanship.

"This is the project? It's... amazing" you whispered.

"This? No. Just took a couple hours. The real project you haven't seen yet. Now sit down and get cozy!" he urged with a nudge on your lower back. You needed no further encouragement. You sunk into the hammock with an appreciative sound. He sat next to you, and you let yourself fall into his embrace under the blankets.

"So what's the real project?" you asked. Your new pillow rumbled as Franky laughed.

"You'll see." He pulled out a tiny den-den mushi and called someone on it. As soon as the person on the other end picked up, he said a simple order, a handsome smirk curving his lips.

"Light it up"

"Roger" Usopp replied from the other end. You gawked at your boyfriend. What in the-

BOOM

You flinched reflexively as the sound cracked through the sky, and you swung your gaze towards the direction of it. Beautiful colored streaked down in a sparking sphere before fading to nothing. You gaped at the sky, frozen in awe.

BOOM SHHHH BOOM

Firework after firework was set off, shape after shape. They slowly got more intricate. A blue star, tangerine, kitchen knife, katana, straw hat with a red ribbon, skull, slingshot, flower, pair of antlers, and finally, as the finale, a portrait of you. You gaped at the glimmering lights falling through the sky, painting a line drawing of what was undeniably, you. You looked beautiful though, smiling happily into the distance as your form faded into the stars.

"Franky..." you breathed. You clutched a fist over your chest, trying to fight down tears. He did this... for you? His large form shifted so he was looking at your face.

"Baby, now you see how I see you. You're the day to my night, the moon to my star. I love you with everything I am, but you fluster me too much for me to say much, and we're so busy every day that I can't find the time like this very often to show you. You deserve everything you could ever want. I love you."

His confession broke the weak dam that was holding back your tears, and you sniffled as you looked at him, gripping onto his unbuttoned shirt. You finally thudded your forehead against his hard chest, and he chuckled, running a hand up and down your back soothingly.

"Frankyyyyy!!!" you wailed. He held you closer, picking you up and letting you lay on top of him.

"It's okay. I know you love me too."

You nodded your head, unable to speak through the overwhelming emotions of love for your boyfriend.

(yes the carvings on the hammock and what he said were on purpose)

Sanji

You crept into the kitchen quietly, sneaking up behind the cook as he hummed to himself standing before the stove. There was only a single pan sizzling. You quickly wrapped your arms around his lithe waist, startling him.

"Wha-? AHN~~ MY LOVE!" he swayed dangerously on his feet, hearts in his eyes as he comprehended the situation. You giggled, and pecked the back of his neck. He turned in your arms, and hesitantly wrapped his own around you. The relationship was still somewhat new, and despite your assurances that you loved when he touched you (in any way), he still seemed hesitant. You had a hunch that he was so used to rejection that it was strange to be flirted with so blatantly, but he was adjusting.

"How's the best chef on the Grand Line?" you cooed. He tensed a little at the compliment.

"Best chef on the Grand Line, huh?"

"Of course! But I had a question for you"

He pulled back slightly, his ear twitching towards the pan behind him. He spun the two of you around so your back was facing the stove, and he stirred the ingredients.

"Yes, mon amour? Do you need a snack? Or want me to try a recipe? or do you need a drink? I got some fresh fruit at the last-"

"Sanji!" you said, laughing as you looked at him. He blushed, realizing he was rambling again.

"Sorry! What did you want to ask?"

You cradled his cheeks in your hands, looking deep into his eyes, a smile curving your lips.

"Have you thought about it? What you'll cook when you find the All Blue?"

His blue eye widened, and his jaw was slack. His hands froze behind you, stopping his precise movements.

"Y-you... I don't... mon... Mon Ange" he stuttered and whispered. You cocked your head at the French phrase, not having heard it before.

"Hm?"

In response, he shifted one hand to rest on the middle of your back, and the other curled around your hand that was on his cheek. He swung you to the side, dipping you as he kissed you deeply. Your squeak in response was swallowed by his lips, and a quiet moan squeezed from his chest. You kissed him back desperately, your free hand gripping his flexed bicep as he held you up. He tasted of tobacco and the savory dish he was preparing. He pulled back, licking the connecting string of saliva from his lips with a devilish smirk. He still held you at an angle, hovering above the ground. He placed your hand he was holding gently onto his shoulder, and traced a finger down your arm and held the back of your neck. His thumb brushed over your jaw, and he brought his hand forward to run the back of his index finger down your cheek. You were so sure he could feel the heat of the blush radiating from your skin.

"My Angel" he whispered. You blinked at him. He huffed a small chuckle and pulled you back onto your feet so you were in the same position as before. Your knees felt weak from the sudden display of affection, but he held you steady in his arms.

"Yeah... what?"

"Mon Ange means My angel. That what you are to me."

"O-oh... thank you?"

He smiled, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Don't thank me for telling the truth, darling"

You giggled almost deliriously and hid your face in his chest as he resumed his movements stirring the food on the stove. You stayed there a few more moments, basking in his radiating warmth and adoration. You finally turned your face up to his, a smile curving your lips.

"I came in for a glass of water. Luffy decided that he's going to teach me one of his made up games."

Sanji hummed, smirking.

"Let me know if you need anything stronger than water to get through it" he teased. You rolled your eyes. It couldn't be that bad right? Luffy was... simple.

"I'll let you know" you said, pecking his cheek. You tried to slip from his grip but a hand caught your wrist gently. You looked back, curious. His pale cheeks were tinged a soft pink, and his blue eye flicked between the pan and you, as if he couldn't decide what to look at.

"Sanji?"

He cleared his throat a little.

"Tonight... would you do me the honor of having a private dinner with me?"

You felt your face heat, and you looked to the side, hoping futilely to hide your flustered expression.

"O-of course!"

His hand slid to cradle yours, and he brought your knuckles up to his lips. He placed a gentle kiss on each one before flipping your hand to kiss your palm and the inside of your wrist. You couldn't help but stare at his movements, entranced in the feeling and the pure adoration emanating from is actions. His one visible eye finally met yours with a soft smirk.

"Merci, Mon amour"

Your stomach swooped with butterflies, and you were frozen in place, too flustered to look away or move. You felt your lips start to curve in a dopey lovesick smile.

The door to the eating area suddenly banged open, startling you out of your daze.

"SANJI!! I'M HUNGRY!" Luffy whined. You jumped back, snatching your hand from Sanji's grip. You were usually fine with the PDA he showed you, but the moment felt too intimate to share with anyone else. You could only giggle as the cook turned to glare threatening at your captain.

"Food'll be done soon." he replied in a clipped voice. Luffy blinked at his tone, but was quickly distracted with the scent of the snack Sanji was cooking. You watched as deft, elegant hands plated the food and shoved it towards the ever-hungry captain.

"Thanks for the food!" Luffy chirped to the blonde. He turned to you.

"C'mon! Help me prank Usopp!" He grabbed the plate and bounded out the door without waiting for your response to the sudden change in plans.

"Bastard's a pain in my ass" your boyfriend grumbled under his breath. He handed you the glass of water you had came into the kitchen for. You giggled at his crankiness towards Luffy.

"He can be. I'll see you tonight though, okay? Let me know if I can do anything to help. I'll even wrangle Luffy and Zoro for you"

Sanji rolled his eyes at the name of the swordsman.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but the damn marimo would only sully your hands"

A shout of your name from the deck called you into action. You pressed a quick peck to both of Sanji's cheeks, his forehead, and finally his lips before parting with a final kiss to the back of his hand.

"I'll be waiting for you, my prince!" you cried dramatically as you exited the door. Hearts danced in Sanji's eyes and he swayed as he clutched at his chest.

"AHN~~ MY LOVE!" He collapsed to his knees dramatically as you closed the door.

"Disgusting" rumbled a deep voice from nearby. You rolled your eyes.

"Oh shut the fuck up and go wash your stank, hairy ass, Zoro" you griped. He nearly choked on his sake at your language. You cheerfully ran off to make mischief with the captain, ignoring the swordsman's indignant "Oi!" from behind you. You hoped Sanji heard your remark. Loud laughter from the kitchen made you think he did.

~~~~

It was hours later when you finally were getting ready for the date. You had a busy day, between pranking Usopp, saving Luffy when he fell overboard from Usopp's retaliation, and trying to get Franky to teach you more about the mechanics of the ship. Your brain hurt from the cyborg's lecture, and you finally gave up and decided that you probably just wanted to tinker around with things like Usopp does. That ended rather quickly after you had to make a trip to visit Chopper not even five minutes of working with Usopp.

You dried off the rest of your body from the shower, looking through your clothes for an outfit. This was obviously a date, so you wanted to look somewhat decent. You finally decided on an outfit that was appropriate for the warm weather, and knew highlighted Sanji's favorite features of yours. You stepped out of your room, wondering where on the ship the cook set up.

"Ready?"

You looked to the side. Leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette was just the man you were looking for. You smiled, nodding.

"You look amazing." He stepped forward to kiss your cheek, and pulled back to look into your eyes

"You said you'd do anything for me right?" he murmured. You nodded.

"Close your eyes for me, my love."

You looked him, curious. He held up a silken tie with a smirk.

"It's going to be a surprise, so close your eyes please."

Your heart skipped a beat, but you followed instructions. The silken strands of the tie tickled your cheeks and eyes. He tied it loosely enough so it just barely touched your lashes, but still somehow stayed up. You felt him step away, as if admiring his work. Strong arms suddenly swept you off your feet, and you just about swooned with the pure strength that was hidden under his typical long sleeves.

He carried you through the ship, and you felt somewhat ridiculous like this, but you wouldn't change it for anything. Keeping your eyes closed made you feel more aware of your surroundings. You could guess as to where he was taking you, but you didn't know for sure.

He finally came to a stop and lowered you to a standing position.

"Keep your eyes closed while I take off the blindfold" he warned. You nodded slightly, anticipation whirling in your gut. His hands dragged up your arms, behind your ears, and finally drifted to the knot behind your head. The silky material released easily, caressing your face with a cool touch. You heard him take a deep breath, as if to calm himself.

"O-okay. Open your eyes"

You blinked a few times to let yourself adjust to the light, and gasped in awe. You were in the aquarium bar. Fairy lights draped from the ceiling, adding a soft light to the area. A table was set up in front of the aquarium glass with a crisp white cloth, fancy plates and bowls and silverware, and a rose placed with obvious care over one. You looked to the side, noticing what looked to be a portable cooking station nearby. Fresh seafood sat in an ice tray nearby. What-?

Sanji cleared his throat, obviously nervous at your lack of response.

"I-I can change a few things, of course. But since you asked earlier, I thought I'd show you what I'd want to cook once we find the All Blue... will you cook and dine with me?"

Overwhelming love and affection washed over you. He was letting you intimately see and experience his passion. You couldn't help but get choked up.

"S-Sanji!" you all but slammed into him, hugging him desperately. His arms wrapped around your back hesitantly.

"Is this too much? Is this bad? Why are you crying my love? Please, I'll do anything"

You let out a wet chuckle at his frantic response. His arms tightened around you.

"It's g-good tears, love. God I'm so in love with you I can't help but cry. Of course I'll cook with you!"

He pulled back, holding you so your hips were still flush but he could look into your eyes. All he could see was unbridled joy and happiness through the tears, a genuine grin puffing your cheeks. He quickly swooped in and kissed away the tears with tiny pecks, tickling you. Your laughter sounded like the bells of heaven to him.

"Mon Ange, I love you."

hhhhhnnnggggg i love this man so much he's such a romantic and so am i and just sdkljlkdfjdfsfdsjil

Usopp

"Usopp! My love! My dearest boyfriend! Captain of 8,000 men!" you called liltingly as you waltzed into his workshop. You snapped your gaze over to him as you heard sudden fumbling and a muttered curse.

"O-oh hey!" he responded, obviously hiding something behind his back. You furrowed your brow. He was always begging to show you his inventions, no matter the failure. He always showed you what he learned.

"What uh... what you got there hon?" You were almost fearful of what he was hiding. You had experienced his slingshot ammunition first hand, and knew he was a prankster. Put those together and you had no clue what you could be in for.

"N-nothing!" he squeaked. He was turning into a really bad liar. You raised a brow, highly skeptical.

"Uh huh. You know better than to prank me in certain ways, right?"

"I do, I do!"

You narrowed your eyes at him. His gaze flicked around the room, avoiding yours. He cleared his throat exaggeratedly.

"So did you need something?"

You sighed with a smile and a shake of your head. If he pranked you, he knew the consequences.

"Oh yeah! Sanji has lunch ready if you're hungry."

His gaze lit up at the mention of food, and immediately turned back around towards his desk. He rummaged around for a second before turning back to you with a wide smile.

"Let's go before Luffy eats it all!" he said, dragging you with him to the deck.

Lunch was great as usual, but Usopp delved back into his workshop after eating enough to make him full. You kept yourself occupied during the afternoon by playing a game with some crewmates. It was obvious he wanted to keep it a surprise for you, and you respected that, but you couldn't stop thinking about it. What would it be? How would he prank you? Was it even a prank? Was it something bad? Why did he want to keep it a secret?

A tap on your arm grabbed your attention again, and you turned towards Chopper.

"It's your turn again. Are you okay? You keep zoning out"

"Hm? Yeah I'm fine. Usopp was just acting a little strange earlier but I'm sure it's either another prank or something like that" you shrugged, grabbing the dice to roll. Chopper hummed at you, quickly absorbed back into the board game.

~~~~

Dinner rolled around, another amazing meal courtesy of Sanji. Usopp showed up late, but you had protected his plate fiercely from the hungry captain.

"No! My boyfriend has been working really hard on a project ALL DAY and needs some food! Take Zoro's or Nami's food!" you chided. Luffy pouted, and you ignored Zoro's and Nami's sounds of indignation. Sanji finally stepped in with an extra plate just for Luffy.

The door finally opened, and your expression changed quickly to a grin as you laid eyes on your long-nosed lover.

"I saved your plate!" you exclaimed, patting the seat beside you. Usopp returned your smile, and eagerly sat next to you. Everyone on the crew knew what it meant to keep a plate untouched from Luffy.

"How was your day?" he asked around a mouthful of food. You started chatting away about the games you played. You started describing how you kept zoning out because you were so curious about his creation.

"That's what I love about you though. Your curiosity and imagination" he murmured in your ear. Heat flooded to your face, and his words effectively shut you up. He looked at you after you were silent for a minute, staring at your now-empty plate. You saw him smiling sheepishly out of the corner of your eye as he shoved the last bite of food into his cheeks, puffing them out. He leaned forward, and booped the tip of his long nose on your temple, almost in place of a kiss.

Dinner finished quickly after that, and your boyfriend gently grabbed your wrist and guided you out of the eating area. He lead you onto the deck, and brought you up to Robin's flower garden. His hand shifted to cup yours, palms touching as he held your hand up. His palms felt clammy, and he shifted anxiously.

"You okay babe? What's going on?" His nervousness was affecting you.

"I had a whole speech, but for once... it doesn't feel right for the moment."

He took a deep, shaky breath and exhaled slowly as he stared at your joined hands. You waited patiently, curious but not wanting to press him. He looked into your eyes determinedly.

"You... I love you. So much. I love what you do for me. You take care of me all the time, and profess your love every day. You love me for who I am, all of me. I just- I want to show you. I don't feel like telling you like this is enough. I want you to be reminded of my love for you every damn day like you show me every day, so... I made something for you."

His free hand reached into his pocket bringing out a pair of matching rings. They were stunning, smooth, and shiny; simple, but intricate. You loved it.

"Usopp..." you whispered in reverence. Tears pricked your eyes at the sentiment.

"I want to promise you that I love you, through my bad days, through my cowardice, through anything. I made these rings so we can always know the other loves us. One day, I'll make you a better ring and propose to you with it, but will you accept this for now? As a promise for my love?"

You blinked, tears streaming down your face, framing your grin with wet trails.

"Of course, I'd be honored to accept your love" you repeated the line you said when he first asked you to date him. He grinned in response, tears shining along his long lashes.

He put the ring on, and you couldn't help but notice it fit perfectly. You stared at your joined hands, now decorated with matching rings that promised a future. You laughed wetly, and jumped into his arms. He laughed and spun you around once before he placed your feet back on the ground and kissed you. He nipped at your lips gently, smiling into the kiss. You couldn't help but return his grin, and you both had to pull back so your teeth wouldn't clack together.

"I love you, Usopp"

"I love you more" he answered.

I actually liked writing for Usopp more than I thought I would!

I'm so sorry this took me forever to get out! I've been swamped with my depression and my job with hellish hours but I loved writing this, and wouldn't mind doing more fluff for more characters :)

[babyanderson]

hi! jus had a bad fight w my parents so wld love some fluff w abby &/or ellie comforting u with yummy food and stuffies :((( ty!

hi love! m sorry you had a fight with ur parents i know what it’s like :( but can talk to me about anything!! always!!! hope u love this <33

cgs!ellabs x little!reader

settled down on the sofa, you flick through the endless shows and movies on netflix, fighting back tears threatening to spill from your eyes. you sniffle as someone catches your eye, walking into the room. ellie, followed by abby, walk in, their hands behind their backs. they both sit either side of you, facing you.

“hi, baby. whatcha doin’?” ellie asks, leaning in to place a kiss on your cheek. you lean back into abby’s chest, her arm wrapping around your waist.

“lookin’ for movie. what you got?” you ask, leaning up to look behind both of the girls. they gasp, hiding it even more, making you smile. you look up at abby, frowning.

“mama? mama tell me? please?” you ask more, your bottom lip stuck out. she shakes her head, kissing your forehead.

“know you’ve had a bad day, baby, so your mama and i wanted to make you feel a little better. wanna see what we got?” abby says, making you nod quickly. they both bring their hands in front of you, showing you what they got. abby holds a stuffed pink bunny in her hands and ellie holds boxes of muffins, cookies and a whole fruit salad consisting of strawberries, watermelon, grapes, mango - everything!!

your eyes widen as you tackle abby into a hug, then the same to ellie.

“woah- baby! careful! crazy girl,” ellie exclaims, kissing all over your face. you giggle, sitting back on abby’s lap, the bunny on your own.

“thank you, mama!” you kiss abby’s cheek.

“thank you, mama!” you kiss ellie’s cheek.

you sit back on the sofa, your bunny in your lap and your mamas by your sides, cuddled under your blankets.

“ooh! i love this episode!” ellie says as the fifth episode of your show came on.

“mama, you say that after every one! silly,” you giggle, leaning your head against abby’s shoulder. taking a cookie from the box, you hold it up to abby’s mouth. she takes a bite and then so do you.

“feeling any better, baby?” she asks as you nod, cuddling into her warm body.

[hunterbunter3000]

ok so I've had this in my memory for ages and i can so imagine Sweetheart having this as a tattoo on her back, like the angel wings tattoos that are the complete length of your back so and the crescent on her neck like oml like its barely visible from under her shirts and it just makes her neck look that much more delectable plus the contrast from the womb tattoo to the angel like wings is a sight to see, makes the boys go feral (especially soap once he sees it, he didn't notice before cuz he was too short lol)

IM GOING FERALLLLL

THIS IS AMAZING FOR SWEETS HOLY COW

The original idea was that she was going to have two pieces, high and low tattoos, the low one was something like this:

But then I scrapped that, and she was just gonna have a regular back tattoo (like a big one or one in the middle of her back), and it was gonna be something like this:

B U T that changed and the new idea was that the back tattoo was traveling on her body, like coming to her collarbone and neck, and coming down her arms (which is talked about in the 18+ Gaz ask), something like this:

BUT GOOODDDDDD YOURS IS SO SICK GREMLIN

Like I can see her getting it because a friend told her that it'll look so cool, not telling her what it means. (As you said, it looks like angel wings) and then that friend dies, not telling her the meaning. (Her friend told her to get it because Sweetheart is like an angel)

Sfw

(Just kinda sensual teehee)

Cw.: biblical talk (angels), so much praise, overstimulation (sweets cries), bit of angst and feels, (idk if this counts as angst? I'm still learning what's angst and what's not😭) soap is so down bad he's speaking in Scottish Gaelic-- it's translated by Google so I'm sorry beforehand! He talks so damn much, I went overboard 💀 the translation is at the end!

So skip ahead to the now, she's taking care of some wounds she got from a mission, with her shirt off and hair down, wrapping her ankle with concentrated eyes. She doesn't hear Soap knock on her door, and she doesn't hear his little gasp. She also doesn't hear him walk slowly towards her, but she does feel thick, warm fingers move some of her hair and trail down her back. She jolts, turning around abruptly. Her tense shoulders relax, seeing it's only her best friend.

She needs to be more vigilant.

"Jeez, Soap," She chuckles, "You scared me."

His eyes are wide, skin flushed with pink and breaths uneven.

"Tha mi duilich..." he mutters breathlessly. Sweetheart cocks an eyebrow. "Whatcha say?" Soap sucks in a breath and closes his eyes tightly. It's like he's telling himself something.

"Sorry, I'm - I said I'm sorry." Sweetheart nods, "Oh, that's cool! Is that like- Gaelic or somethin'?" Soap nods as if he's in a trance, eyes still focused on her back. Her glowing, hunched over back with the mark of an angel. It has to be. Different scars align on her skin, some in different lengths, some overlapping others, and many that are jagged.

But the beauty of the tattoo is still relevant.

Sweetheart calls out his name softly to get his attention but fails. His mind is hazy, and too many thoughts going through him. The waves of heat pulse on his skin and insides as he gets closer to her back.

Sweetheart doesn't feel comfortable, but she doesn't feel uncomfortable at the same time. She sees him get on his knees and reaches out for her, but freezes. He turns his head and shuts his eyes again, having mental turmoil with his actions. He stares into her eyes, asking her if he can touch it. Feel it.

Admire it.

Her eyes flutter, looking back at him one last time, she shifts her hair to one side, combing the curls with her hand, showing more of the tattoo that goes up to the nape of her neck and around her shoulders. Her actions speak a million words to him.

You can touch it. But please, be gentle.

She hears him whine- whine-- and his palms are clamping on her back immediately.

"Tha e cho breagha. Fuck, bidh thu mar bhàs dhomh, leanabh." His hand slides around to her tummy, tracing the heart to her womb tattoo since he remembers where it's located, engraved- burned-- into his memory. "Ach bheir thu air ais beò mi le seo," His voice is but a whisper over her back, the woman confused if he's talking to her or the tattoo. She feels plush lips where the blade is located. Oh god--

He's kissing it.

Sweetheart shivers, a whiny moan bubbling in her throat, but she covers her mouth with her shaky hand. She hears him mumble Gaelic again, but it doesn't feel like he's talking bad about it. It feels good, warm. Like he's praising it.

Worshipping it.

His other hand feels her skin all over her side, up her back till he reaches her shoulder. "Bha fios agam gu robh thu a 'falach rudeigin fo na turtlenecks sin, brèagha. Bha an corp seo an-còmhnaidh a’ falach rudeigin. Air do ghualainn," His fingers trail on the lines of the angel-like wings, "Air do ghualainn," They snake upwards and around, the pads feeling the bumps of scars and the outline of ink. "Suas do mhuineal."

Sweetheart whimpers, shivering under his touch. Her shoulders cave in, and she bends more forward. She feels his lips trail up her heated skin, wet with love and praise from the scotsman. She knew he loved her tattoos that she showed him, but she never thought he would do something like this.

Did he really like them that much? Did he really like her that much?

Soaps breath shudders on the halo, feeling her goosebumps form and hairs sticking up, hands raking up and down the spiked angel wings.

"Tha mi a’ guidhe nach do dh’fhalaich thu uam, a ghràidh. Tha gaol agam oirbh uile, agus chan atharraich sin gu bràth."

"I'm- I'm sorry...?" Why is she apologizing? She felt like she needed to apologize for something she did but didn't understand what he said. She was going to speak again, but the gentle lull of his shushing in her ear stopped her.

"Òr 's a tha mise air do chràdh agus an dubh a tha air do chorp naomh. Tha am peant dubh maireannach a th’ agad a’ toirt ort coimhead ethereal. Fuck, chan eil fhios agam carson a tha thu a’ còmhdach seo. Bidh thu a’ faighinn cho togarrach rium a h-uile uair a thig thu faisg orm, agus a bhith faicinn an ealain a th’ agad air do bhodhaig na urram ann fhèin. Tha do bhòidhchead tarraingeach, aingil. Chan eil fios agad dè an ìre de chumhachd a tha agad thairis air na fir a tha a 'coiseachd air an talamh seo."

If he keeps going, she's gonna pass out at this rate.

His growly, Scottish drawl always made Sweetheart heat up and melt. But this - this carnal, whispering preaching onto her skin - it's too much, overflowing her cup to the point that it spills all over the floor.

"Mar a chuirinn seachad mo làithean uile ag innse dhut mar a tha thu mar thiodhlac bho na nèamhan. Cha bhithinn leisg a dhol air mo ghlùinean agus mo dhìlseachd gu lèir a thoirt dhut a h-uile latha." He mumbles, lips talking against her skin like he's muttering scriptures to the ink.

With his blue eyes half-lidded, his hands slide down her shoulder blades and back up, his touch so gentle like feathers and silk, down to the small of her back, where the blade ends.

"Tha mi a’ guidhe nach do dh’fhalaich thu uam, a ghràidh. Tha gaol agam oirbh uile, agus chan atharraich sin gu bràth."

"Johnny..." Sweetheart calls out, mysterious want laced in her voice. She doesn't know why he acts like her tattoos are sacred. She doesn't know why she feels tears forming. Her eyes flutter back when his thumbs massage her hips.

He hums, "An ann air sgàth sin a fhuair thu seo? A chionn gu bheil thu bho na nèamhan? Tha e ciallach nam biodh tu. Archangel, a 'stiùireadh shaighdearan gu cogadh le do bhall-airm, ceannardas, agus làmh an uachdair."

Her breath hitches. Archangel?

Why did he say that?

He thinks she's an angel? One of the heavenly hosts, a dispenser of justice and bringer of hope.

Oh my God.

If he thinks that she's like an archangel, then that's the best compliment she has ever gotten.

She feels tears coming down her cheeks, the heavy feeling in her head and warmth coursing through her veins. She remembers when her old high school friend from home told her to get this piece as a tattoo since she had trouble figuring out what to get. She was so excited, kept asking her every day what it meant or what significance it had with Sweetheart, but all she kept saying was, "You'll figure it out."

Sweetheart asked sporadically when her friend was in the hospital. Her answer was always the same.

Sweetheart stopped asking completely when her friend was buried next to her family. She didn't give an answer anymore.

She covers her mouth again to stop a choked sob, tears streaming down her face.

Her friend knew.

"Fiù 's nuair a tha thu air do dhòrtadh ann am fuil an nàmhaid, tha thu fhathast a' seasamh àrd ann an neart, misneachail, nad ghlòir gu lèir. A ’coimhead thairis air a h-uile duine, a’ cuideachadh neach sam bith ann an fheum leis a ’ghàire radanta sin."

Soap knows.

"Ged nach fhaicear do sgiathan, bidh iad fhathast a 'deàrrsadh fon t-solas a tha a' gluasad bho do shàil. An dòchas agus an gaol a bheir thu do dhaoine ... bheir e orm tuiteam air do shon eadhon nas motha a h-uile uair."

And now Sweetheart knows.

He kisses her shoulders, neck, and spine- all the way down to the tip of the blade. He could kiss this skin forever, hearing her soft moans and whimpers. Soap hears her little hiccups and moves to face her. He tenderly cups her jaw and slowly lifts, seeing her big, glistening eyes look up at him. Her damp cheeks, creased eyebrows, and wobbling bottom lip melts his heart. He looks at her with such fondness and love in his eyes, Sweetheart is sure that she will pass away. He brushes her hair out of her face as if she's made out of the finest china.

"Oh, mo ghràidh, mo leannan."

He cranes his neck down, soft swollen lips meeting her forehead. Sweetheart's eyes close, clumped with tears, leaning into his kiss and clutching his hand.

"Mo aingeal dìon."

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

Translation:

It's so beautiful. Fuck, you'll be the death of me, baby. But you'll bring me back to life with this. I knew you were hiding something under those turtlenecks, beautiful. This body was always hiding something. On your shoulders... Up your neck. I wish you didn't hide from me, my love. I love you all, and that will never change.

You have nothing to apologize for, my darling, my heart. Words can not describe how much I ache for you and the ink that's on your holy body. The black permanent paint you have makes you look ethereal. Fuck, I don't know why you cover this. You get me so excited every time you come near me, and to see the art you have on your body is an honor in itself. Your beauty is alluring, angelic. You don't know how much power you hold over the men that walk this earth.

How I would spend all my days telling you how you're a gift from the heavens. I would not hesitate to get on my knees and give my devotion to you every day.

Hmm, is that why you got this? Because you're from the heavens? It makes sense if you were. An archangel, guiding soldiers into war with your weapon, leadership, and dominant hand.

Even when drenched in the enemy's blood, you still stand tall in strength, confident, in all your pretty glory. Watching over everyone, helping anyone in need with that radiant smile.

Even though your wings are not seen, they still shine under the light that radiates from your halo. The hope and love you give people... it makes me fall for you even more every time.

My dear, my sweetheart.

My guardian angel.

Bonus.!

Bruh, I totally blocked out the others HAHA

They haven't seen it yet, but Soap boasts about it 24/7. He described it the best he can without giving anything away. But he talks consistently that he saw it and he touched it and-- other stuff.

He doesn't tell his team that he practically went to church on her back tattoo, but he sees how jealous they got so that's good enough for him. Thank God Krueger doesn't know.

[d3f3n3str4t10n]

The Fish Tank: #7

Mossara: "..."

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Elegy: "HEYA, MOSSY! Sleep well last night?!"

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M: "..."

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E: "... What?"

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E: "Sigh... Okay, okay. I see you're upset. I just wanted to talk because... I wanted to apologize."

M: "... You do?"

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E: "Yeah, I do. I just- Look, I was just trying to-... I was just messing around, okay? I wasn't snooping around or anything."

M: "Uuh... okay..."

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E: "And it's like, usually people are FINE with that, but like, you made it into this whole event and- like, what was I supposed to do?"

M: "I... I guess I shouldn't have locked you in there, but-"

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E: "A-and it's just, I don't really have anyone to talk to because, Arieair and the others are always so mean to me. Like, you saw her lock me in your closet all night!"

M: "W-well, yeah, but why were-"

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E: "A-and I just... I just thought it'd make me seem fun and cool and you'dwannabefriendswithmebut-!"

M: "O-okay, okay! I should've... pressed further about it, I guess... I'm sorry."

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E: "Really?! Aw, thanks Mossy! I knew you were a good friend."

M: "Please don't call me that-"

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E: "I'm glad you didn't fall for that little invertebrate's lies. What'd she say about me last night?"

M: "U-uh... we didn't really... talk about you that much."

E: "Oh-ho-ho, really now? Then what did you two rascals get up to in there, huh~?"

M: "I- I don't know, I was just really tired and I tried to go to sleep as fast as possible. We didn't talk much, okay?"

E: "Whateeeever you say, Mossy~ So whatcha up to today?"

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M: "It's... going to be my first day out on the field, actually. I'll be departing in about an hour."

M: "Hopefully I got enough sleep for it..."

E: "Oooo, that- wait, 'the field?'"

M: "Y-yeah?"

E: "... What did you say your job was, again?"

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M: "Uh, I'm a lieutenant for frontline combat and reconnaissance. I'll be fighting out in the battle near that Pon settlement we discovered last week. Did I not tell you that?"

E: "No, you didn't... heh, that's pretty funny, though."

M: "How come?"

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E: "Because that means you work for ME!"

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M: "Ahah... Uh, w-what?"

E: "Yep! That's what my rank used to be! I was wondering why I got promoted all of a sudden. Seems like you took my place!"

M: "O-oh... well, where are you stationed now?"

E: "Heh... I'm stationed closer to the barracks, now... buuuuuut you know what this means?"

M: "N... no?"

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E: "It MEANS you'll be under MY fin all day! But while you're riskin' it all out there in the heart of the battle, I'll be chilling back at the station! Don't worry though, I'll be able to talk to you aaaall you want through our headsets, so you won't have to go a single second without my calming voice drowning out all those annoying explosions and screams of agony! I'll be right there beside you, no matter what~~"

M: "O-oh... great... L-looking forward to it... Elegy..."

E: "Hahah! Same here, Mossy! Oh, and call me "boss" now, okay?"

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END

Apologies for being late on this one again... college takes priority. Mostly.

This one was originally much longer, but i decided to split it up into parts. I think that'll give me more time to flesh it all out.

Hope you enjoyed!

[mamasech]

Truten fic WIP

[I’m getting back into writing and I’ve been working on a Truten fanfic. I want to post it already but it’s not done so here’s a teaser. Set in Age 796.]

Trunks stretched as he tossed his pen onto the desk, glancing at the clock. Jeez, when did it get so late? He rubbed his face with one hand and reached for his phone.

-9 new messages-

Goten was going out to a party and had begged Trunks to come along. Some other time, had been Trunks’ response. He had too much work to catch up on and he wasn’t really a big drinker. He never really allowed himself the time to and he didn’t like wasting a day recovering when he could be doing something productive.

Trunks tapped on the notification to open the texts from Goten.

[7:24pm] bro im telling u this party is gonna be rad u cant miss it

[7:24pm] we never get a chance to go out come onnnn

[8:17pm] oh shit I think I just saw ur sister

[8:18pm] wait nvm not her lmao

[9:51pm] hey u big nerd thers arm wrstling come fihjt me likea man

[10:09pm] [video message]

[10:12pm] HSJAGSHSHAHSJAH SJE FUCKN DROPPED HIS ASSDSD

[10:26pm] poopin wyd

[10:31pm] truuuuuuuuuuuuunk

Trunks smiled and rolled his eyes. Tapping on the video, it opened to a close-up of Goten’s face. His expression was relaxed and bearing a dopey grin. The camera swayed and bobbed as he spoke loudly over the music.

You’re never gonna believe it. Look what I found. The frame shifted to the side to reveal Bulla mirroring Goten’s expression. Her cheeks were flushed and she smiled widely before poking her tongue out at the phone.

Hey loserrrrr. She giggled and Goten pointed the camera back to himself, beginning to taunt. Ohhhhhh! You gonna take that bro? What you gonna do huh? Whatcha gonna dooo? Bulla patted Goten’s shoulder and turned to approach the group behind them. He watched her go for a moment, then turned back to his phone.

Nah but for reals you should come hang this party’s great I think it would be good for you yeah? I think so. I’m glad we agree so I’ll see you soon. Behind him, Bulla seemed to be getting into a heated argument with a guy. Goten continued his drunk rambling at his phone.

If I don’t see you here in five minutes I’m gonna fly over there and drag you back here and you’re gonna get drunk with me and it’s gonna be- He cut himself off and turned sharply to the commotion behind him.

Oh shit, Bulla’s gonna fight this guy I gotta see this. Hurry your ass up bro- Goten stumbled onto his feet and turned his attention to the gathering group of people.

Oy let me ref, let me ref- The video ended abruptly on a blurred image of half of Goten’s head.

Trunks groaned as he dropped his phone, kneading his eyes with the heels of his palms. Bulla was still underage. He wasn’t sure what his parents would think if they knew about her sneaking out. Vegeta was always protective of her but also knew she could hold her own. Bulma might have stopped her from going, out of principle. But if she found out Trunks knew about this and didn’t do anything, it would be his ear that would get chewed off. Trunks let out a sigh and got up to fetch his jacket.

[To be continued…]

[ghostfacesfavoritevictim]

You're killing me

NOT MY GIF

Warnings: 18+, smut!!, strap-on, name calling, mommy kink, whatever else I forgot (tell me!)

Me and Ellie had been out on a run to get supplies for the farm. I had to get something certain for Tess, a pregnancy test. I've known Tess since I was little she used to babysit me, so of course when she said she needed me to get her something on a run I agreed she's done a lot for me so it's time I return the favor.

Once I find it I walk to the back to find Ellie. I finally spot her and head over to her, "Find whatcha need?" She asked me, "Yes I did," I responded. "Well let's look around to see if we can find anything else," she stated.

I looked around the small little store and when I saw what was laying on a shelf I was in complete fucking shock. I picked it up, "ELLIE!! COME LOOK AT THIS!" I just stood there jaw slack frozen in place.

"What is i-, where the hell did you find that?" Shock clear on her face. "Just here on this shelf..." She took it from my hands and examined the strap-on. "Might as well put good use to it!" She said nonchalantly.

A blush rose across my face. "W-what?" I ask stuttering. "You heard me pretty girl, we should put it to good use. Get it out of this box and a use it," she smirks.

"U-um I-I-," before I could finished she grabbed my face and started to kiss me. I hesitated momentarily but soon enough I pushed into the kiss.

It was messy, teeth clashing, hands grasping at anything in reach, tounges fighting for dominance. She soon pushed me into a shelf, "mmm" I moaned.

"Such a pretty sound baby, so pretty." She said between kisses. Her kisses traveled down to my neck trying to find my sweet spot, "E-Ellie," I moaned. I could feel her smirk against my skin knowing she found it.

She sucked harder into the skin, her tongue grazing against it here in there causing me to let out more moans. "Shh princess don't wanna attract the living or the undead now do we?" I shook my head no. "Words slut!" "N-no ma'am" I moaned out.

She then continued to break the kiss and in a feverish lust filled heat she grabbed the hem of my shirt quickly pulling it over my head. She basked in the fact that she had a clear look at my boobs considering I had no bra on.

"Some pretty tits you got here love. Been hiding these long?" She then pinches one of my nipples between her fingers before connecting her mouth to the other one biting it with a lust worthy force.

I moaned as her mouth and fingers worked magic. "Mmm e-ellie feels so good," I moan out in pleasure. "I know baby I know being so good for mommy, such a good girl." Her words had me squeezing my thighs together desperate to find some relief.

"Aww what's wrong pretty girl? Need something in ya?" She asked while removing her shirt and pants along with my pants too leaving her standing in her bra and underwear and me in my underwear.

"Yes.... I need you. But I can't be the only one braless here." I reach over and unclasp her bra and watch as it slides down her arms revealing her pretty tits to me.

"So pretty baby..." I say in a light tone then take one of her tits into my mouth in the other in my hand just like she did to me. As soon as my teeth graze her nipple she moans out my name, "y-y/n."

"That's right baby. My name sounds so pretty falling from your lips." She then pulls away and backs us up into a wall where she then rips my underwear off, "Ellie!" I screamed, "Why would you do that!! I don't have anymore!" I pout. "It's fine babe you can borrow a pair of mine," she winks at me.

She then takes off her underwear and tosses them into the pile of our clothes. She grabs the strap-on, and straps in around her beautiful hips, "You ready baby?" I nod my head to flustered to speak .

She brushes the tip of it against my clit and I moan, "Sound so pretty baby... So, so, pretty." She mocks my earlier statement and then starts to push the pink strap-on into my hole.

"O-oh Ellie... Mmm..." I counted to moan as she speeds up her pace pounding into me faster and faster. "Look so pretty for me. Look so good being fucked dumb by cock hm?" And you do, you have drool from the kisses leaking down the sides of your mouth, your breasts bounce with every thrust she does, and eyes practically all the back in your head.

I nod not being able to form coherent sentences. I can feel my high reaching it's peak, "Gonna come mommy. Pleaseee." I beg and plea hoping she lets me.

"Go ahead princess come on mommy's cock." And I do I release all over the strap, my cum trickling down it and towards her cunt.

She pulls out and takes the strap off. I drop to my knees and connect my tongue to her sweet bundle of nerves. She ruts her hips onto my face. "Y-y/n" she releases a breathy moan.

I remove my face and insert two fingers, "God baby taste so good... Never wanna stop tasting you." I fasten the pace of my fingers speeding up and curling them inside of her.

"G-gonna cum baby," she moans out rutting her hips faster. "That's it love cum for me," I remove my fingers and replace them with my tongue. Soon enough she's spilling her juices all over my tongue and face.

She pulls me up and kisses me, "Fuck baby that felt so good, but like all good things it must come to an end." She smiled and handed me my clothes from the pile.

"I don't have underwear anymore remember?" I asked looking at the remains of the underwear that I had. "Gonna have to go commando till we make it back to the farm and you can have a pair of mine," she smiled sweetly at me.

"You're killing me," I groan and roll my eyes but chuckle at her remark. You and Ellie finish packing up your supplies including the strap-on and head for the door and then home hand in hand having no idea what's next for you.

[byanyan]

✏️ if u want!! <3

incorrect quotesㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting!! )

remilia: you know, byan, when you generalize, you tell general… lies. byan: … byan: are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns.

byan: a mosquito tried to bite me and i slapped it and killed it. byan: and i started thinking. byan: like, it was just trying to get food. byan: what if i went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck? remilia: ...are you okay?

remilia: whatcha doin? byan: stealing my neighbour’s cat. remilia: scandalous. remilia: can i help?

byan: you've got to act tough, remi! show 'em you can't be pushed around! show 'em they can't mess with you! remilia: right. yes. tough. got it. remilia, standing up on their stool and slamming her hands down on the bar: I'LL TAKE A CHOCOLATE MILK.

[calritchie21]

maybe there’s one day where grumpy is the one getting a little insecure abt the age gap (bc someone made a dumb comment) and the only way ryan gets her to calm down is skin to skin with some praises mixed in (bc why would he want anyone else when he has her?)

omg u think like me i love u i wanted to do this for a while because all the hate.. anyways thank u love for this

Since your relationship has been exposed late february, you’ve been getting hurtful DM’s from a lot of ryan’s fans and just girls in school, some call you pretty, some call you fat, and some call you grandma because of of the 1 and a half year age gap, and it’s getting to you

One night you were just scrolling on your phone looking at every single comment about you, you let out a tear whipping it away quick enough when ryan opens the bathroom door

“Hey baby girl, whatcha doing.” Ryan asks sliding in beside you

“Nothing.” You tell him in a shaky voice covering your phone from him. you never do that so he raises his eyebrows

“Are you sure, did something happen.” He says smoothing your hair out of your face, he sees the tears coming down full force now, “Hey hey hey shhhhhh.” He cooes wrapping his arms around you repeatedly kissing your head over and over again

“I hate getting so much hate.” You sob in his chest, he pulls away from you

“How is giving you hate.” He begins to get angry

“Your fans.” You choke up fiddling with his chain, “I’ve been getting mean messages and telling me i’m too old for you for weeks now since our relationship has been exposed, i hate it.”

“What the fuck, give me your phone.”

“No please Ry.” You say, “It’s too much.” your tears come out again, “I am too old for you and i’m not good enough, these fans are right.”

“Hey,” He grabs your chin tilting it up, “I don’t want you to ever say that again, you are not too old for me. those fans are jealous and don’t deserve to be my fans if they are sending mean messages to my girl. I love you just the way you are ok.” You nod your head, he removes his arms around you taking off his shirt, He goes and tugs your end of the shirt as you give him a head nod lifting it off of you so you two can do skin to skin as ryan is trying to calm you down.

“I’m deleting all the messages off your phone tomorrow .” he mumbles against your forehead

“I just don’t know how they got to me when i’m private.” You say whipping the last year in your eye

“I don’t know but that’s a violation of privacy and i don’t stand that, im so sorry baby.” the rest of the night ryan just whispers sweet nothings until your body is calmed down but non of you got sleep because your anxiety was really bad and people making you insecure, which ryan is helping you.