#its going to take some /damn/ hard work to keep moving us even back towards center and then left of center

[belladonnaprice]

I realize it's been like, half a century since a lot of these people took middle school civics, but they do know...that a VP can't really do shit, right?

Like 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Without 2/3 majority in Senate (which a lot of the big policy changes Democrats want to make are achievement locked behind), a majority of House, a Dem president, AND a liberal leaning Supreme court (bc checks and balances, again, literally 6th grade civics) they can't do whatever the shit they want.

They're working within the limits of their power and literal /hundreds/ of peoples differing agendas.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

heat rage

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, male receiving oral, fwb, hooking up, mentions of drinking/partying and hooking up while drunk

“topper, will you shut the fuck up?” rafe yells, making topper physically jump, eyes widening as he looks to rafe.

“i didn’t even say anything.” topper argues back, his voice almost sounding whiny.

“and yet you’re still being too fucking loud!” rafe growls, looking like he's seconds away from standing up and hitting topper across the face.

“alright, come on.” you stand, gesturing to rafe to join you.

“what?” he grunts out, the heat and stress of the day clearly having gone to his head, making him frustrated and angry for no reason, ready to lash out at anyone.

“you're being a dick because you're all upset.” you say, reaching your hand out for rafe to take, but he just swats it away.

“im fine.”

“fine.” you shrug, turning away from the boys and walking towards the stairs. “i guess you don't want me to give you head.”

rafe is scrambling off the couch to follow you up the stairs towards his bedroom, eyes on your ass as you make your way up each step.

“you're gonna be more relaxed after this right?” you question as rafe closes and locks his door behind you. “because if you're just gonna be an asshole all day im going home.”

“yeah, promise.” rafe nods, leaning forward to press a smearing kiss across your lips. his version of a thank you, since the words will never actually leave his lips.

you're not a couple, but you don't exactly just hook up either. you guess it would be defined as friends with benefits. rafe often says you're the one girl he can actually stand to hang out with, and it certainly helps that you often end up hooking up after parties where you drink a little too much.

rafe places a hand on your shoulder, shoving you down to your knees, indicating just how needy he is for your mouth.

you smirk when you realize he's tenting in his shorts, having grown hard in just minutes. you tug at the two sides of his pants, opening them to reveal his boxers.

“come on.” rafe grunts impatiently.

“rafe, you said you'd be nice!”

“after you give me head i will be! come on, i need it.” rafe pushes his pants and underwear down his hips in one swift motion, his cock popping up from its confines.

you place your hand around the base to hold it steady as your lips and tongue tease over the head, kissing and licking as rafe moans. you wonder if topper is able to hear his sounds as you sink down on his cock, allowing it to fill you mouth.

“fuck, we should do this sober more often.” rafe tangles his hands in your hair, helping guide your motions up and down.

you're determined to make this good and memorable, not just because rafe is pissed off and needing the relief, but as a reason to continue hooking up without the influence of alcohol or drugs in your system, wanting to experience rafe fucking into you without being sloppy drunk.

you force rafes length down into your throat as you bob your head, his hands tightening and loosing in your hair like he keeps losing control only to quickly regain it.

“god, that's fucking good.” rafe moans out, his voice low and when you look up to his face you aren't surprised to find his eyes closed, face one of bliss.

you place both your hands on his thighs, giving yourself a good base as you use your whole body to move off and on his cock, truly getting into the motions.

“damn.” rafe curses. hes inclined to let you do all the work, but he's too into the way it feels that he can't help but begin to thrust his hips forward and back.

you feel yourself choking around his cock and try to hold back the gagging noises as he rams into your throat, but you can't hold them back for long.

the noises don't deter rafe, only spur him on more, his hips pumping faster as you feel his cock swelling in your mouth, the telltale sign of his imminent release.

you try to suck, rub your tongue against the underside of his cock, or give some sort of extra stimulation, but ultimately you end up letting rafe fuck into your face, mouth ajar and wet for him, drool dripping down your chin.

“fuck, cumming.” is all rafe can get out before his cum is spurting down your throat in long ropes that you're eager to swallow.

you pull off the second he's finished, taking deep breaths intermixed with coughing you wish you could control, not wanting to seem like you couldn't handle it.

“you good?” rafe asks, attempting to fix your hair by smoothing his hands over the curls he was gripping tightly into.

“yeah.” you nod quickly. “just get me a drink of water.”

you move from your knees onto the bed, breathing deeply as rafe puts his bottoms back on before heading into the bathroom, coming back with a cup of water for you.

“thanks.” you mumble, taking it from him and gulping it down.

“no, thank you.” rafe says, leaning down and in a moment of rare softness pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“we should get back down to topper.” you say, wiping your mouth and taking one last drink.

“shit, kinda forgot he was here.” rafe laughs, helping you stand before walking down the stairs with you, back into the living room where you flop onto the armchair, stretching yourself out and giving your knees much needed relief.

“damn, if i knew all i had to do was get all pissy to have my dick sucked i would have been an asshole this whole time.” topper chuckles, meaning it as a joke, but rafes relieved calm face quickly turns back to one of anger as he growls out.

“oh god.” you drop your face into your hands, all your hard work undone with one sentence from topper.

[raitonsfw]

𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 | 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞

synopsis: Mornings with Gojo were quite...interesting. If it weren’t for his loud snores and constant whines in your ear, you would’ve fallen asleep by now. But alas, you’ve been up for three hours and had no reason to sleep soon when you felt him press up against you with a shudder wracking his body. 

warnings: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, smut, morning p in v, cuddling, wet dreams, grinding, fingering (if you squint), sideways position, begging, teasing, dirty talk, creampie, size kink, a bit rough, pet names (baby), gojo just takes up half of the bed on his own and then some, gojo’s a bit selfish but like he does make up for it, bit ooc for him (i think), idk i tried my best (i wrote this in 3 hours)

a/n: needed to write something fit for this king and its not my greatest work, but its decent at best! still catching up on season 2, (though it's safe to say ik every goddamn spoiler, even manga wise.) wc: 1.5k. m.list

divider credit: @benkeibear

The figure next to you snored. Loudly. You’ve been awake for the past three hours, listening to Gojo sleep next to you, tossing and turning every which way and you wondered why you moved in with him. You knew he wasn’t a sound sleeper, nightmares tended to fill his dreams, an endless void of them. Constant muttering about nothing was also a normal occurrence and you sighed as you awoke for the tenth time from a drifting sleep as he rolled into your space. Again.

“Satoru..” You said his name quietly, nudging him a bit. He didn’t move.

Of course, why did you think that would work? He’s over six feet, for God’s sake and way bigger than you. You couldn’t move him, no matter how hard you tried. Best to just deal with it til morning. 

The coming sunrise had settled in the midst of your curtains, the colorful pop of orange and you groaned. It was morning. You turned over to face the window, away from Gojo, and buried your head into the pillow again. You just needed to tune him out, though the breath against your neck didn’t quite help as he was pressed up against you in the near middle of the bed now. You two needed a bigger bed. 

You felt his arms stretch around your waist and you contemplated whether or not he was awake. You didn’t notice any changes in his breathing, whether it picked up or not. You closed your eyes, trying to get some rest when you felt his fingers dance against your tummy and a quiet whine emitted from behind you. And here we go again, the incredulous noises he made when he slept would keep you up now. 

Not because of how loud he was now. But because they drove you insane, oh how close he was to your ear and panting out little breaths into your shell. The way he pushed up against you even more, seemingly never wanting to leave your side and clinging to you like you’re his lifeline. Damn near putting on a show for you and he didn’t even realize. 

Or maybe he did and he was awake, who knew anymore? 

You felt him hard against you. The swell of his cock made your cunt leak and suddenly, you weren’t tired anymore. You felt his tiny grinds against your ass and a moan slipped from his mouth, you couldn’t see straight. Not when he was doing it again, for the sake of another wet dream, using you like a toy, his toy, to get off on. 

You should wake him. 

“-toru.” You whispered, pushing back against him and another groan left him along with a gentle stir from his body. You heard his breath quicken and you placed your hand on his, the one resting on your tummy. 

Gojo made a soft noise, more like a hm-, and you noticed his grip on you had gotten stronger. He pulled you almost impossibly close, burying his head into the crook of your neck with his lips pressing a kiss into the crevice. His hips picked up a little, sloppy thrusts against you now and his breath hitched in his throat. He sucked a hickey into your flesh and the hand that rested on your tummy slid down towards the top of your panties, casually playing with the lace. 

You were utterly his now, nothing but consumed by his movements and his fingers dipped below the lace and rubbed at your swollen clit. When he noticed how wet, how absolutely sopping you were for him, he tutted in your ear with a husky chuckle. “Already?” 

You nodded, your head bowing back to meet his. Gojo moved his face in front of you, leaning into you as his fingers slipped into you halfway. His bright eyes were heavy with sleep, lust flickering against the corners and you let out a soft whimper as he playfully pulled out his fingers, the tease he was. You leaned up to kiss him, your hand shooting towards his wrist, but he moved his head and hand away. “Beg for them, baby.” 

You pouted a little as he grinded harder against you, and you swore you felt his throbbing cock twitch at your pout. A whine drew out from Gojo’s throat as his head snapped up to look at the headboard, panting quietly. His mouth had dropped open and you took the opportunity to kiss at his jawline, muttering nothing but pleas into his skin. “Please... Satoru.”

What a fucking asshole he was too, solely getting off on you like this. You whined again, nipping at his skin as he lifted your leg up over against his and pressed the bulge of his cock right against the heat of your cunt. He dragged it against you, almost thigh fucking you now as he pulled himself out of his boxers. The crown of it nudged against your clothed core and you gasped lightly, your mind imploringly made up on sobbing for his cock now.

“You want it?” Gojo asked with a demanding breath. He slipped your panties off of your left leg, rubbing his length between your folds. His hand braced your leg now, holding it in the air slightly and the other tangled into your hair. He grinned down at you, his whole body flush with yours now except for his fucking dick which was teasing your clit. He was big, his body and his dick, both and you shuddered against him as you thought about what he could do to you. 

It took you forever just to sink down on him when he begged you to ride, it didn’t seem like he’d go easy on you this morning. Not when his dirty thoughts had been replenished by a wet dream of you. 

You whimpered out endless pleas and he sank into you with a loud groan. The man was loud during sex too, not just when he slept and you yearned for his loudness then. Gojo thrusted all the way into you, nearly splitting you in two, and you cried out as you felt him press against your cervix. 

“S-So tight around me, fuck…” He groaned, his hand tightening on your thigh and you arched your back off the bed, looking down at where you two were connected. You felt so full, stuffed to the brim with nothing but gojo, gojo, gojo-. He pulled your hair sharply, making you look at him with a smirk. “Eyes on me, baby.” 

You moaned in response as he rammed into you harshly, not giving you any time to adjust to his size. Your eyes nearly swam in the back of your head and he finally, finally, pulled you into a kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you couldn’t help your whimpers as he swallowed them whole. He fucked into you with vigor, your slick lubing up his cock nicely. 

“Yeah, take it all, that’s good, doing so well for me.” He snapped his hips into you, glancing down at him inside you and his breath hitched, his moans became light and airy as you clenched around him with a whine. Fuck, you loved when Gojo praised you, your walls tightening even more around him from the sound of his voice. “Squeezing me in like a champ, shit-”

He sucked at the soft flesh of your breasts, nipping lightly at your nipple as he pounded into you. You watched his eyebrows furrow in pleasure and he panted against your skin, his eyes squeezing shut and you knew he was close– you could barely register your own release nearing as you thought of his own wracking his body soon.

Your orgasm came flooding through you and you leaked all over his cock, the tension snapping within you and you couldn’t control how your hands flew to his back, scratching down it brutally. Gojo came right after you, whimpers flying out of his mouth and he bit down against your collarbone harshly, leaving a fresh mark. His cock twitched inside you as he spurted his cum in you, languidly pushing it into you further. His hips barely stilled, only stopping when he came down from his high and when you whined from the overstimulation. 

“Did I wake you up again?” Gojo asked a few moments later, the silence lingering in the air. He didn’t bother to pull out of you, his head laying on your chest now. The sun had made its way into the sky now, pouring sunlight into the room. “If I did, I’m sorry.” 

Yeah, he did wake you, but you’re glad he did. You’re glad he snores loudly in his sleep. You’re glad he tosses and turns in the smack dab middle of the bed. You’re glad he pressed himself against you, taking up all the space on the bed. You’re glad he’s selfish with his sleeping habits even if he doesn't mean it. 

And he’s glad that you even agreed to sleep next to him, in the midst of his chaotic nights.

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[moonydustx]

How Does Work? (or at least, we try?)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 ( you're here)

warnings: finally the real deal!!!! smut. Friends with benefits (but they both want more than the benefits, they just don't realize it yet), oral (f! and m!receiving), kinda orgasm denial, at some point they don't use condom. If I missed any warning, let me know

MDNI | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

How could a few minutes sink so deeply into a mind that was far from empty?

How could sounds he rarely heard be present when Law closed his eyes?

The night that had happened - or at least almost - had become a martyrdom for the captain of the Heart Pirates. Your shy smile every time they passed each other in a hallway did nothing less to rid him of such thoughts.

He wanted to be able to think about other things, he wanted to at least listen to the sane side of him that insisted on reminding him that he could be speeding things up too much. But damn, it was too difficult to hear that side when your presence was still present in his dreams.

You wish you could say that you are in a different situation, that your roles, that your friends, that even the choppy waves of the sea against Polar Tang were enough to shake Law's presence from your mind. What didn't help much was that he was your captain.

Awkward shoulder touches, hands that insisted on sometimes intertwining under a table, hot kisses exchanged in an empty corridor. Despite the uncertainties that plagued both your mind and his, it was difficult to keep your distance.

The big problem was: it had been almost two weeks and that was all the two of you had.

"Hey, are you still with us?" Penguin shook his hand a few times in front of you, realizing that you were rambling inside your own mind. "What's going on?"

"Nothing." you tried to shake the thoughts away with a brief smile. "What do you need?"

"Today is your day to get the grouch out of there. Seriously, the captain's watch is yours"

Ah, captain's watch.

You and your crewmates knew about Law's bad habit of occasionally focusing on the job and forgetting about everything around him - socializing, eating, drinking water, anything that took his focus away. That's why you created the captain's watch, when he showed signs that he was going to disappear, one by one you would try to pull Law out of the dome in which he was placed. In today's case, you were docked on a small island, which barely interfered with the log pose. It would just be a night to breathe before continuing on the journey.

Already ready to leave, like the others, you decided to gather up the courage you had and go to Law. Two knocks on the door - almost softened by the sweat that accumulated on your hands - and a low murmur asking you to come in.

"Hey captain." your voice practically lifted him from the papers he was analyzing. "Sorry to interrupt."

"Don't apologize for that." trying to avoid boosting your ego, you could notice that Law seemed more relaxed as soon as he looked at you. "How can I help you?"

"I came to try and pull you out of this little dome, captain."

"This color really suits you." Law moved the chair away, creating a gap that allowed him to look at you from top to bottom.

"That's not what I said."

"But it's the truth, you really suited this dress." he insisted, knowing that your cheeks were probably burning with shyness.

"Is this your way of saying I look pretty?"automatically, your feet seemed to guide you in the direction where he was.

"What are your plans for today?" like a predator watching its prey, Law analyzed every step you took towards him. However, your walk stopped at the time of his month, where you leaned back, face to face with the man.

"We'll go out to dinner, enjoy the little time we have free on the island. I just came here to ask you if you want to accompany us?"

"Does that mean everyone is going to leave, including you?" it was hard to contain the laughter when you saw Law practically pouting.

"It's dinner, captain."

"I can take you to dinner." he sounded almost offended, standing up and stopping in front of you. One of his hands slid down your arm, moving up slightly. "And then, after dinner…"

"Stop being a pervert!" facetiously, you complained. However, instead of moving away, both of his hands attached themselves to your waist.

"You come here, all pretty, in a nice short dress and tell me you're going to leave me here alone? I have the right to be a little perverted." his torso, which was still a few millimeters away from yours, stuck to your skin. His fresh breath millimeters from yours. "What did you do to me?"

"What do you mean captain?" the name came out in a provocative tone from your lips.

Law thought about saying that during the last two weeks you had been his frequent thought. About him thinking about what moments would be opportune for him to steal some of your attention. But that might sound strange. Sounding in a way that was still difficult for even him to understand.

Instead, he decided to capture your lips with his, the taste of the sweet cherry gloss making him even more intoxicated than your presence was capable of.

He could have thought of having you there, on his desk and using the little time they had until someone suspected your disappearance. He could let one of his hands sneak where he wanted and capture some of your nectar to remind him how good it felt. But no. Your lips were enough to leave him lost.

"Law…" you pulled away enough for the air to return to your lungs.

"You still have time to give up on that dinner." he asked and saw you laugh lightly, denying his request. "It's okay. Go, enjoy the night." He stole some more from your lips and freed himself from your arms, watching you head towards the door.

"Maybe I'll make time to come back early." you warned before leaving and laughed when you saw him cross his fingers.

As soon as the door closed, you needed to catch your breath until you returned to your friends.

As soon as the door closed, Law collapsed into the chair again. The warm body and a not so familiar sensation. Was what he was doing right? Was what he was feeling right?

The night seemed pleasant, a lot of chatter wasted, bottles of drinks were piling up. But even so, your mind wandered to a certain submarine in the nearest port and you knew you wouldn't stay there for long at that dinner. And of course, drinking and talking resulted in some topic that would make you embarrassed, it was no surprise that the topic came back your way.

"I have a point to state." Ikkaku began, throwing one of her arms over your shoulders. "Someone here has been very happy, very mysterious. Even your skin is the best my dear friend. Tell us, what have you been doing?"

"You ask as if your distrust wasn't sex." you replied, cynically throwing her arm away.

"So… What are you waiting to tell us?" Shachi leaned on his hands, feigning heightened interest. "Finally someone took good care of you know what."

"Perhaps." there was no point in lying, you were terrible at it. In this case, you would try to control the damage and omit what was possible.

"The question is: your own fingers or someone else's fingers?"

If you were still drinking something, you would have choked for sure. Your memories dragging you directly to the first contact you and Law had.

"This is confidential." you replied to Penguin, who groaned.

"Don't be boring! It's rare to have new gossip, I want to know the details." Ikkaku pointed out, seeing you roll your eyes. "Was it someone we know? Someone from here?"

"No!" You immediately denied it. "N-no. It was on the last island we visited. It was a date at a bar and that was it, nothing more to explain." not that there were many lies left in your stock.

"What's his name?"

"La- Laos!" you stuttered. "He's been taking the same route as us, so we'll meet up today." you lied, already anticipating an excuse you intended to use.

"Laos, interesting name." Ikkaku commented and you could see the malice in her words. "And today, are you going to have another nighttime adventure too?"

"I don't know, it's up to him." you shrugged, wanting the topic to drop.

"Hey, I know you're not a saint or a spotless virgin." Ikkaku spoke in a more serious tone, ignoring the jokes the others made. "But some guys might want you just for you know what. And you're too pretty and cool to subject yourself to that."

"Serious?"

"Some men have sex just to prove a point: that they can do it, that it has to be their way, anyway. But if it's something you want too, I don't see a problem."

The topic slowly died down and in the first gap you found, you slipped out and hoped that none of them had thought of following you.

Some guys might want you just for you know what. Even with the joking tone, Ikkaku's words stuck in your mind. Well, you and Law hadn't had a complete relationship, but was that what he wanted? And wasn't that what you wanted too?

Immersed in your thoughts, the path to Polar Tang was faster than you expected. As you suspected, the submarine was practically empty. Those who hadn't left were too busy with their tasks.

Two knocks on the door were enough to find who you were waiting for.

Law didn't consider himself anxious, in the essence of the word. He did not consider himself one of those who suffer tortuously waiting for something. Except, today he was anxious.

After he finally managed to leave the small office he was in and head towards his bedroom, he had already tidied up the small place countless times, making the bed tidy, everything he could he did. He didn't expect two knocks on the door to make his heart race so quickly.

"Hey! Someone kept their promise." he gave you space to enter.

"I wouldn't be crazy enough to disobey my captain." You said in a teasing tone. "What good did you do?"

"To be honest nothing."

The hands in his pockets indicated that Law was more nervous than he appeared. Knowing that he seemed to be just like you gave you a boost of courage.

Before he could even come up with a topic to try and talk about, you approached him and kissed him quickly, surprising him.

"I'm sorry." you pulled away, seeing him take his hands out of his pockets slowly. "It's been two weeks and all I can think about is us, that night."

This time, Law took the lead. His previously shy hands pulled your body against his while his lips stole yours.

The taste of cherry in your mouth was a distant memory, but feeling your lips against his was still an intoxicating sensation. One of his hands felt around and found the key, locking the door.

In not so sure steps, you could feel the padding of the bed against your thighs and taking strength - or in the correct way, catching Law off guard - you turned him in order to guide him until he was the one sitting on the bed and you were standing.

Wanting to understand your intentions, Law leaned on his elbows and had to restrain himself from exposing how much he was entertained by your body in front of him.

Sliding the straps of the dress, the piece gathered at your feet and allowed Law to see only your almost naked body in front of him, except for the cloth of the same tone as the dress that covered your intimacy, almost like a planned act.

Using the same splashes of confidence, you bent down just enough to kiss him lightly and leaving his head hanging, waiting for another kiss. Your fingers, cold from nervousness, began to lift his shirt, throwing it away.

"It looks like someone is eager to do all the work." Law pointed out. Seeing your hands retract, Law took one of them and slid it down his chest, then his abdomen, to the waistband of the pants. "You can do whatever you want, really. Don't think too much."

"Can I kiss you… there." your eyes pointed to the waistband of his pants and Law swore he could die with just that question.

"Only if you want." he pointed out, seeing you kneel in front of him and reach for the buttons on his pants, untying them. Following his own order not to think too much, you let your fingers invade the underwear he was wearing, stroking his cock gently. the word came out as an exasperated whisper from Law's lips. "Fuck."

You pulled his cock out, small thrusts around your hand being made under Law's watchful eye didn't help one bit in your search for courage.

Your lips found his sensitive area, placing an almost chaste kiss and then gave way for your tongue to explore that place. As you explored every inch of him you could reach, you could hear some grunts above you and every time you looked in his direction, it somehow became clear that they were coming from his lips. You opened your mouth and swallowed half the length of his cock, enough for his tattooed fingers to get caught in your hair and begin to dictate a slow rhythm. There was still a bit of sanity in Trafalgar D. Law and at the moment, he was using all of it not to rush things.

"That fucking mouth, so good, so fucking good." he grunted once again, his head lolling back, trying to avoid the almost innocent looks you were giving him. "I can't wait anymore."

The last muttered words were the only thing you heard before you felt your body leave the ground. In a movement that you barely had time to understand how it was done, you found yourself in Law's arms being placed on the bed, while he fit between your legs and explored every inch of your lap with wet kisses.

"You're too good for your own good." he murmured, taking your lips in a wild kiss. "Makes me not want to let you leave here, ever."

His tongue invading every inch of your mouth and the heat making you look for friction against his pelvis and Law didn't hesitate in pressing his intimacy against yours. Fighting his own desire to sink into you, his wet kisses traced a path you were eager to see.

"You don't intend to stop me today?" Law commented cynically, his lips hovering over the thin, damp fabric of your panties.

"I don't think so, it's a good view from here." You tried to play his game and saw him press his lips exactly where you needed it most. "Law!"

"huh?" This time, he started licking over the fabric, wanting to tear your sanity away there. "Do you need something?"

"Please, can you do that again? Just a little, please." you whimpered and saw an almost sadistic smile on his lips.

"Oh I'm definitely still going to make you beg one of these days." his hands went up to the side of your panties. "But for today…"

You feel that same sensation from that day, your pussy burning for more, your legs shaking, your hips involuntarily throwing themselves against his face, until Law stops, immediately returning on top of you.

"Don't pout."

"But…"

"Today you will learn a new lesson about orgasms." Law pointed out, stretching to reach a condom that he had casually left next to the bed.

"What lesson?"

"Don't be hasty." he fit between your legs. "Can I?"

"Yes of course."

As soon as Law started to fit his cock inside you, God, it was the same feeling as two weeks ago. It was once again a little piece of paradise exclusive to him. The sly moan that left your lips didn't do much to help him hold back.

He began to move slowly, feeling every piece inside your pussy accommodate him as if he had made it there. Your hands got tangled in his dark strands and the hat with black polka dots was forgotten, lying on the floor.

He could see how hard you were fighting to not let a louder noise escape your lips and even though he knew the risks, he would thrust harder now and then just to hear the adorable noises that came from you, encouraging him to go even harder, faster. He wanted to have enough concentration to use his power and prevent any sound from coming out, but it was impossible with the way you were tied to him. So strong, so good.

"Pretty thing, I can feel you squeezing me." He sank into your neck, placing a few kisses that would definitely leave a mark on your skin, but he couldn't think about it. Law was leaning over your body, without leaving you, kneeling between your legs. "I bet you want to cum for me, hm?"

"Law!" your legs tightened around his torso. "J-Jst give it to me, p-please. I'm almost there."

Ignoring all your requests - and almost ignoring what his body wanted - Law came out of you, opening your legs and watching your intimacy pulsate with desire. Damn, that would be a difficult lesson to apply.

"Why did you stop?" you sounded indignant, your voice rising a few octaves and your eyes involuntarily filling with tears. "W-Why?"

"Hey, shhh, calm down." he asked with a smile on his lips. As if you were made of paper, he turned you onto your stomach, gently pulling your hips, leaving you on all fours for him. Your frustration was soon replaced by a choked moan leaving your lips as you felt his fingers explore your intimacy, tracing circles on your bud. “I promise to give you what you want, okay?

"But Law! I was almost there."

"I promise you won't regret it." he felt you buck your hips against his hand, searching for even more friction. "Is that good?" he heard you nod in a grunt. The nimble fingers were replaced by his cock, which slid to your entrance. "Can I continue?"

"Please."

Again, with an excess of patience that you had no idea what he was getting from, Law let inch by inch enter you. The moans surpassed any protection your hands could provide, much to Law's delight.

Law could see you writhing to take all of him inside you at the same time your hips thrust against his asking for more and more.

"I promised not to disappoint you today, didn't I?" One of his hands pulled you so that your back was pressed against his abdomen. "How do you feel?"

"So good, so fucking good. please - I... " a growl from your own lips interrupted you. "P-promise you won't stop now Law."

"And that's the lesson of the day." the hand that supported you by your torso went up and lightly attached itself to your neck, upon hearing you moan, Law controlled himself not to squeeze even harder, that wasn't his goal today. "Did you know that orgasms can be even more intense?" he began, breathlessly. "The more - oh fuck." he stopped when he felt you rocking against him, seeking even more friction. "I won't be able to give you the full lesson today. But in short, the longer you wait, the better it gets."

"I-I can't wait any longer Law!"

"I've got you baby, I've got you." his lips attached themselves to your neck, placing kisses on your sweaty skin. "You can cum when I tell you to, okay? Only when I tell you to."

"But…"

"Shh, I know you're almost there. Just a little more." he can see your face focusing, the mark of your teeth on your lip, trying to control the noises.

Feeling his own peak approaching, Law took one of his hands to your clit, making quick movements, which increased according to the speed of his thrusts.

"That's it, now just give it to me. Come on, pretty thing, cum for me."

Hearing your noises increase, Law took your lips to him in an almost uncomfortable position, but it didn't matter, What mattered was feeling you tremble under his touches, drenching you like he hadn't felt before and just like you, he allowed himself reach the apex.

Gently, Law let your body leave his embrace and lie face down on the bed. Your skin was covered in goosebumps and he could see small tremors in your leg. Better than that, he saw a shy smile and an ecstatic look on you.

"Was it a bad lesson?" he asked, laying down next to you and watching you deny it. "Everything is fine?" you again just nodded with the movement of your head. "Really?"

"It was just a little too much, almost too much to handle. I thought I was going to explode." You said, between sighs. Something told you to come closer and snuggle up to him, but at the same time, you didn't know if that was what you should do. That's what boyfriends did, wasn't it?

"Almost too much? Soon we'll have to decide on a safeword." he pointed out, making you laugh slightly. "Do you know what it is?"

"I don't know about orgasms, I already read that somewhere." you scored. "What do you think of a bear?"

"Bear?" he looked incredulous. "Do you really want me to think about bears during sex?"

"We're talking about a safeword."

"It makes sense." He also turned onto his stomach, facing you. And so, the two of you stayed for a few long minutes.

"I can hear your brain working from here." Law adjusted himself to the side, so that he could face you completely. "Seriously, it's a little rusty, but I can still hear it."

"You're not that good."

"Yeah, definitely rusty, after all, that's not what you were talking about just now." Law smiled when he saw you roll your eyes, just watching you he knew that your cheeks must be burning with shyness. "Seriously, what's going on in here?"

"Nothing to worry about, Captain." you pointed out, turning around and sitting down feeling his gaze burning in your direction. "I think I should leave."

"No, nothing like that." he gently pulled your arm, forcing you to lie down again. As a method of keeping you there tied to his bed, Law got close enough to leave his body practically on top of yours. "You're going to lie here while I get you some water and something so I can clean you up."

"Clean me up? You, clean me up?"

"What strikes you as strange about that?" He moved far enough away, getting up only to rip off the condom, throw it in the trash and put on the underwear that had been thrown somewhere that you didn't care about worrying about at that moment.

"I should go clean up myself, as well as go get my water."

The way the words came out of your lips with a certain conviction bothered Law a little. Not that he was bothered by your self-sufficiency, in fact it was one of the points he most admired. What bothered him was the fact that you didn't even consider being taken care of after all the things you both did, at least in the way he expected to be able to take care of you.

"You stay here" He simply responded, returning to the bed and bending down enough to leave a quick kiss on your forehead and ask with his face just a few millimeters away. "Do you need anything else?"

"No, thank you." nothing more than a whisper came out.

Before Law could get far enough away, the words fell like a waterfall from your lips, curiosity and the conversation you had earlier with Ikkaku seemed to occupy every space in your mind.

"Law?"

"Hm?" he muttered, as he hunted for where he had thrown his own pants.

"You… How can I ask?" Your genuine doubt caught his attention, and he immediately stopped to observe you. "What do we do… I mean, you didn't start this just to prove a point, did you?"

"Like what?"

"I mean, this all started after that conversation about me never having a orgasm and well, now I think we did everything we could do…" you sat down holding your legs against your body. "To put it in simpler words, you wanted me just for you know what."

"I knew that brain of yours was working too hard." he laughed lightly. Ignoring the idea of ​​leaving you alone with your own thoughts, he decided to postpone going to the kitchen. "What kind of idea is that?"

"I don't know." You shrugged, watching him sit in front of you on the bed, it was difficult to face him back in that situation. "I heard someone talk about it, about wanting someone just for that, just to prove the point and then this idea stuck in my mind."

"To answer your question, no, I'm not with you just for that, but to be honest, I don't know how to answer anything beyond that." Law tried to be as honest as possible, after all it was nothing but fair since you had said that to him. "The last few days I've been trying to understand some things, some feelings and while I understand all of this…" he approached, taking your face in his hands and forcing you to look him in the eyes. "While I try to understand all these feelings and I believe that you also have to understand something, I need you to know that I don't want you just for sex, you will never be just that, okay?

"Okay." your voice came out like a precious whisper to him. "Can you kiss me?"

He even thought about saying that he already planned to do it, but gestures said even more than words. Law took your lips and little by little he lay almost completely on top of you.

Feeling you searching for more contact, Law let one of his hands caress your thigh, asking permission to give you even more attention. Feeling you give up space, his hands soon found your intimacy. His slow touches began to elicit small moans from you.

"Look, all you want is sex." he joked, seeing you frown he reached up and kissed the tip of your nose. "Want some more my pretty thing?"

"Just a little, please."

"Whatever you want."

Fitting between your legs, he slowly slid into you and so followed his thrusts. Even with scratches being distributed across Law's white, tattooed skin, he continued at the same speed. His name was starting to become a delicious mantra to hear coming from your lips.

"I'm here, I'm here. Do you want to give it to me again?" He intensified his ministrations a little when he felt you once again on the edge of the abyss. He didn't expect to feel the wetness gush towards him as your nails dug into his skin. "Oh fuck, that's a good girl. My good girl. Can you give me one more of those? Please, just one more."

A few more thrusts were enough for you to reach your pleasure again and Law felt your sweet nectar running through him. Forgetting about the lack of a condom, Law allowed himself to cum inside, to feel his hot seed spread throughout you. Luckily, he was a doctor and would know how to deal with some kind of later contraception. He just couldn't miss the chance.

"It's okay." Law responded to your growl as soon as he came out of you. "Can I postpone going to the kitchen and cleaning up that I promised?"

"Yes." you replied sleepily. Unlike the first time, as soon as you finished, Law immediately pulled you into his arms. "I-I need to go."

"No, you don't need to."

"Don't?"

"No." Law insisted, pressing you into his arms. "Let me take care of you tonight, okay"?

"Yes captain." your voice was almost disappearing in your sleep.

Law slowly saw you close your eyes and sleep and he knew it wouldn't take long for him to do the same. The only thought that gnawed at him was that he didn't want it to be just tonight.

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[chrisbesitos]

Okay heres another Ballerina!reader x Dealer!chris idea:

Reader is WORN OUT from recital practice, but cant rest until she gets that ONE specific part just right (totally not projecting) so shes working on it for HOURS at home (even with the bloody feet, belive me, its a regualr thing) and REFUSES to stop

idk if that makes any sense but yea

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀you're in love

( warnings: angst (a little bit), mentions of blood, cursing, fluff.

( synopsis: chris helps you when things get harder and you can't stop practicing your choreography for the recital.

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Perfectionism. You always were a perfectionist, at school, at university and at ballet. You have the urge to be perfect and thus fuck with your head, because you don't think you can stop until your good enough. Sometimes it seems like you never will be enough and this hurts, causes not only mentally bruises, but physically too.

Well, you're accustomed to this, because it's how your brain works. Even though the pain is killing you, consuming your feet and legs like a plague. Take a deep breath and keep going, that's what you always says.

It's been hours since you're trying to do a step of your choreography perfectly, but for some reason, you can't do it right. Well, not the way you want to do. Your phone buzzing on the floor takes your attention, almost making you fall in the middle of a pirouette, you groan as you lower down to grab. It was Chris, calling you for the fifth time.

"Damn, doll. I've been calling ya', where have you been?" Chris asks through the phone, you huffs opening the cap of the bottle, taking a few sips breathing hard. "What ya' doin'? I'm fishin' some deals, wanna eat something?"

"Thank you, baby, but now I can't." You reply, holding the phone with the shoulder against your ear. You shift your feet, feeling your fingers sore, you groan in pain. "Shit." You murmured.

"Ya' good, doll?" He asks, concerned about his girl. You nod, forgetting for a moment he's not seeing you.

"Yeah, I'm just practicing now." You bite your lower lip, you need to go back to your training. "Uh, baby, what about you brought us some food? I'll have finished when you arrive here."

"Fine, doll, mind if I choose?" You deny, so Chris okay it and turned off.

You finally could go back to your practice, now putting your phone on the mute. You can't stop more, not even for calls. Chris takes more than a half hour to arrive at your place, you didn't even notice when he gets in. The smell of fresh burgers makes your stomach groans, it's been hours since your last meal, but you didn't realize you were starving until now.

"You still doin' that shit? You said you'll be ready when I get home." He says, putting the bags on the kitchen table, he looks at the living room. The couch was out of his usual place, the tv paused on the song of your choreography and you.

You were kinda a mess. Your hair is tied in a messy bun, strands of hair sticking in your sweat forehead and your cheeks red.

"Did you get attacked by a rabid raccoon?" He chuckles, you roll your eyes ignoring him. Chris raised his eyebrows at her sassy behavior, sipping his soda. "Stop that shit, let's eat."

"In a few minutes, I need to finish this." You say, turning the music on again. Chris sits in the corner of the couch, watching you do your choreography. He smiles, he loves to watch you dance, your delicate movements and the way your body moves, drives he crazy. "Fuck!" You scream, visibly frustrated with your dance, Chris frowned his eyebrows, you were perfect for him. He rested his cup on the ground, lifting from the couch to move towards you.

"What's wrong, huh? You were perfect." Chris says, cupping your cheeks with his hands. Tears were pricking in your waterline from the frustration of failure, Chris sighs pulling you closer to his chest, caressing your back with his fingers. "You're doin' great, babydoll."

"I'm not perfect." You sob on his chest, Chris shakes his head moving you to the couch, he sits and puts you on his lap. He holds your chin, making you look at him with your tearing eyes. "If I stop now, I'll not be good enough." You say, trying to get out of his lap, to get back to your practice, but Chris holds your waist, holding you hard.

"You're good enough, doll. You're perfect f'me." Chris said, cleaning your tears with his thumbs. You sniff with a little pouty in the lips, Chris chuckles cupping your cheeks. "You're the best, babydoll." He kisses your nose.

"I don't feel like I am." You whisper, leaning your head to Chris shoulder, he sighs and massages your scalp. "I'm so tired, my feet hurt." You murmured.

"How about you stop for tonight? Tomorrow I can help you with this." He caresses your thighs through the pantyhose.

"You're gonna dance with me?" You ask, lifting your head with a smile on your lips and your eyes sparkling. You always ask Chris to dance with you, but he always denies.

"Of course no, ma." He rolls his eyes, shifting on the couch with you on his legs. You huff, crossing your arms on the chest, Chris laughed undoing the ribbon from the pointe shoe you were wearing. "I said that I'm gonna help you, not dance with you."

"You're so annoying." You say, removing the claw clip of your hair and putting it aside on the couch. Chris tugged off both of your pointe shoes, gently putting on the ground, he rubbed your feet and your fingers.

"I can leave with this." He shakes his shoulders. "Uh, doll? Your feet are bleeding, is that supposed to happen?" Chris asks with a concerned look at you, he frowns his eyebrows when you slightly nod.

"It happens sometimes, it's okay." You say, caressing his shoulder, you offer him a gentle smile, saying that's everything ok. He rubbed your legs, still worrying about your bloody feet.

"Let me take care of this, 'kay?" He kisses your jaw, gently putting you on the couch.

Chris cleaned the blood from your hurt feet, putting curatives on your fingers, he also put ice and massaged until the pain was gone. He didn't let you walk to the kitchen table, he brought the food to the couch and put on tv your favorite show, he makes sure you're comfortable and good. After finishing eating, he ran you a bath with your favorite products — he's favorite also, because he loves how you'll smell after shower — and he didn't let you move a finger, because he does all the work and you don't complain.

In your bedroom, laying on the bed and under the blanket with all of your stuffed animals on the floor, Chris caresses your thighs with his finger, kissing your lips passionately. Your hands resting on his chest, scratching a bit with your nails, a smile grows in your face when he breaks the kiss.

"You're really not gonna dance with me?" You ask, with a little pouty in your lips.

"Not doin' that shit, go to sleep." Chris says, rolling his blue eyes and lifting to turn the nightstand lamp off. The last sound in the room before the silence was the sound of your laugh, before Chris held your waist and pulled you closer.

he's just a boy in love (but he doesn't know lol) ;)

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[bridgetotheskyyy]

Helping Friends - Yuji

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, yuji is the cutest thing ugh

A/n: This was fun! Day 7: Stuck in wall. But I'm tired so I will be taking a break! Kinktober is hard phew! Excuse the horrible title its 11pm and I'm seeing double asasdf

Word count: 1.4k

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“I need your help.”

“Hm?” Yuji blinked. “Sure thing. What for?”

“Just … Just come over.”

“But ―”

“You’ll see when you get here,” You said through gritted teeth, and of course you were frustrated, but it almost seemed like you were struggling against something. 

“Okay, be over in a sec!”

You hung up. Yuji stared at the black square of his screen. Now, he was curious.

Yuji muffled a snicker.

“Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not!”

“You are!” You wiggled your ass at him. “I can hear you! I’m stuck, I’m not deaf!”

Yuji sobered. It really wasn’t funny if you took a second to consider the repercussions of it all. “It’s lucky I have a key.”

You sighed. “D’you think you can get me out?”

Yuji saluted. “I’m on it!”

He maneuvered around you, careful to avoid your ass sticking out of the wall. He swallowed; of all the days to wear a skirt. He gripped your hips and pulled ―

“Ow, ow!” You wagged your legs. 

Yuji stopped immediately. “Sorry!”

You sighed. “God, I’m gonna be stuck here forever.”

“Don’t think like that!” Yuji said. “How’d this even happen?”

“Remember the hole in the wall I said I’d fix?” You said. “Well …”

Yuji brainstormed. “Maybe I need to loosen you up.”

“Well, obviously ―”

“No, I mean, with something …”

“I have some lube in the drawer of my nightstand?”

Yuji blushed, figured he better not ask, even though now his unhelpful images of you lubing up with your pretty pussy made his mouth water. 

“O ― Okay.”

He strode to your bedroom and fished into the drawer, finding the lube without issue. Kneeling on the floor of the wall, he spilled lube into a puddle in his palm before fixing it around the outline of your body. 

“Ugh,” You said. “This better work.”

He pulled, gently, using increasingly more powerful thrusts to exert you out of your self made hole. Still, you wouldn’t budge.

“Ah, damn, I can’t …” Yuji kept pulling, careful to not injure you, but continued to face resistance. “I’d end up taking this whole wall down.”

You whined. “What’s wrong now?”

Yuji reddened as he toyed with the elastic of your panties. “I think these need to come off,” he murmured.

He waited for your rage, for you to call him a pervert ― he’d deserve it anyway, he had to go and say it after all ― but instead you simply sighed.

“Do it.”

Yuji’s eyes widened. “What ―?”

“We have to get rid of as much friction as possible and I don’t wanna be stuck here forever!” You said. 

Yuji fought the urge to eye the way your panties hugged your cunt and failed. 

“But …”

“It’s okay, Yuji.”

With trembling hands, he hooked a finger under the elastic and pulled. They stuck on the fat of your thighs. Yuji bit into his cheek. Your cunt was right there. Perfect and plump and ― and did he detect a bit of wetness there, between the plush of your outer folds?

No, he was twilight-zoning. That’s all it was.

“What’s going back there?” Your voice took Yuji out of his reverie.

“N ― Nothing!” Yuji adjusted on his knees, desperate to avoid the raging erection making it hard to move much anywhere in any direction. “Okay, let’s try this again.”

Yuji hooked hands around your now-naked hips, tried a few jerky pulls. Your lower half budged if only by an inch.

“I think it’s working!”

“Good! Keep pulling!”

Yuji maneuvered behind you. Bad move. His gaze flickered to your perfect ass, and he could only imagine him in this position in a different context. His hips thrusting into you, your ass rippling with the power of his … Shit. Focus. Focus.

Yuji concentrated and tugged you toward one more time ―

Your lower half jerked, your ass colliding with his crotch.

“Ah!” 

Yuji drew in a sharp breath, kneeled over his hardon. “Sorry …” His voice was so weak.

“Is that … Is that you?”

Yuji froze. “Wha ― What do you mean?”

“I mean …” Your sock-covered foot brushed against his leg. “Is that you, that I feel?”

Yuji hung his head in shame. “Ye ― Yeah …” He tried for a laugh, but it came out as nervous as he was. “I’m really sorry, I just ―”

“Maybe …” You trailed, rubbing your thighs together. “ … we can make the most of this situation.”

Yuji braved a hand against your thigh, caressing the skin. “You mean …?”

“I think we should fuck while I’m like this,” You said. Yuji had tunnel vision for your pussy and it was almost like it was talking to him, egging him on. Daring him to … “I mean, my panties are already down, aren’t they? You’d just have to …”

Your voice waned, most likely because you could hear his zipper coming down.

“You’d really let me, (Y/n)?” Yuji said, already freeing his aching cock to stroke. “You’re okay with this after all?”

“Yeah.” You sounded so breathless.

Fuck.

Yuji aligned his cock with your sweet, puffy lips. His eyes fluttered closed; his head slid against and between your outer folds, lathering his head with your translucent juices. Already, you felt so good. 

“Mmm, Yuji …” His cock twitched to hear his voice on your tongue. “You feel good ― I bet you’re big.”

Yuji’s cheeks warmed as he eyed the way your folds rippled against his aching member. “I think so.”

You wagged your ass in his face. “Prove it.”

Fuuuck.

He slid into you with ease. His mind reeled as your walls hugged him, inch by inch.  He settled a hand on one of your ass cheeks. “Feel so good …” he breathed out. He fixed a hand at one of your slippery hips to bring himself inside fully, his pubic hairs brushing against the plump of your ass. 

“Ahhh …!” Your voice was heavenly. “Yuji ―!”

With one hand on your slippery hip and another on the crest of your crack, Yuji rocked into you. The wall hole wobbled and knocked in time with his thrusts. His breath lay trapped in his lungs at the tight hug of your cunt. 

“Yu ― Yuji …!” You stammered, voice choked by surprise as he quickened his pace. 

Yuji licked his lips. He hoped you were impressed with him. His eyes fell lidded as he slipped into a trance, single-minded and sidetracked by nothing but the feel of you around him. Yuji’s breath escaped at last in a gasp as you rocked back to fuck him, too. 

Yuji lurched forward, chest against your back as he sped up, hips spanking into your ass. His sloppy hand spurred forward, past the curve of your abdomen to fox out your clit.

“Mmmm!” You fucked onto him messily, but it was impossible for you to keep up with Yuji’s pace.

He bent down to kiss the little bit of exposed skin from your ridden-up tank top, unsure whether or not you even felt it, would even know he’d done it. What you would feel is his fingers flicking at your clit ― and he was rewarded with a louder moan coupled with your legs quivering underneath him, and it was better than any praise you could’ve given him.

“Fuck!” Yuji heard a tap on the other side that must’ve been you slapping a hand to the floor. “I’m ― I’m close!”

Yuji left an even softer kiss to your ass cheek and straightened up again to adjust his pace. He nearly doubled over again at the clench of your pussy and knew instinctively you weren’t the only one.

Yuji crashed hips into you as you cried out. He grunted, holding your trembling lower half steady as you came around him, a jolt of inspiration spurring him to press a thumb into your gaping asshole. 

“Yuji!” 

He whined, spilling into you at the sound of his name. You milked him while he mindlessly thumbed you, lost in what he’d always wanted to experience: being inside you.

He gave a few more thrusts, falling over you again from the frantic stimuli ―

The hole around the two of you gave. Yuji face-planted on your back as you yelped. In an instant, he shielded you, sure the rest of the wall would give in and bury the two of you. 

It didn’t.

Quiet.

“Well ― um …” Yuji slid out of you because it seemed the least he could do. “That worked!”

You faced the floor, your shoulders bouncing with mirth. “I can’t believe this.”

He joined you. The laughter didn’t stop as he helped you dress and shave the wall chippings clinging to your body. He was ready to offer you his jacket when you stopped him ―

“Yuji, I’m fine!” You assured him, stopping him. “Really!”

“Hmm.” He scanned you. “Okay.”

You giggled. “And thanks for coming ― stop,” You added as Yuji started laughing again. “Thanks for your help.”

Yuji grinned. “You can always count on me.”

[sunny-mercya]

Jealousy

Roronoa Zoro x Male Reader

Fandom -> One Piece

Masterlist

Zoro wasn't one to get jealousy often nor easily. If someone approached you in a flirting manner, he didn't had a ounce of worry, giving it a short glance and resuming back to whatever he was doing. You could handle them, whoever was flirting with you—be it men or women��perfectly on your own, would push them off to get some distance, keep them at bay, if they got too annoying or use some petty threatening words to send them away. If none of this would do its work, Nami was still there to whack them with her Climate Tact, having her ways of getting them to move.

So no, Zoro wasn't the jealousy type, but seeing you so close with the Surgeon of Death, stirred something unpleasant inside him. You're a happy person from the start on, like Luffy, always smiling upon people when passing by them or as a simple greeting.

Though the pleasant happiness, which you constantly radiate off, the laughs you did whenever the damned Doctor said probably something remotely funny, was something Zoro had never experienced with you.

Zoro knew perfectly fine that he himself was a stoic men, never cracking jokes—besides bad flat ones of cutting someone in half, a thanks to Robin for rubbing her morbid humour onto him—being more a gruff grumpy men and preferring naps and sword maintenance over anything else.

But he never thought it was this bad. That his mere presence, company even, is boring you. Are you preferring Law over him now?

Zoro scoffed, crossing his arms and frowning, while he watched the two of you.

«I'm way better than that damned Doctor.»

Nami rolled her eyes, shaking her head. Honestly, men will always be men, no matter what. Why couldn't they, not counting Sanji, express their emotions? Why was it so hard to do for them? Those were questions, answers Nami never would get.

«Okay, Okay, I know you are. Why don't you just go to [Name] and swoop him away? Show him that you're still his men or something.» Suggest Nami, patting Zoro's head. For someone who openly says, he isn't jealousy in the slightest, Zoro's does know how to show it excellently though. Nami found it amusing, something she could use against Zoro again.

Nami watched how Zoro wordless marched towards you and Law. Put his hands on your hips and with one swift swing, throws you over his shoulder and marching away.

Nami facepalmed, groaning. Unbelievable. She didn't had meant it literally to do!

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You hadn't utter a single word during the whole walk, wherever Zoro is even going. You aren't going to comment, that your men is lost again with his terrible sense of directions and orientation, Zoro knows it perfectly himself that he was lost. You watched the ground below and trying not to get a headache from it.

At some point, after deeming to be far enough—and far enough they are—from Law and the others, Zoro puts you down. It hadn't take minutes, when Zoro sats himself against a tree and pulls you into his lap.

Rather roughly he begun nib at your neck, biting into your skin and trying to leave marks. You squinted your eyes at him, brows furrowed as you tried to squirm out of his hold. This wasn't something Zoro normally does, sure during the sex Zoro liked to do it rough, but this was entirely something else.

«Zoro stop.» you said firmly, finally freeing yourself from his tight grip. Crawling a bit backwards, to put some space between you both, you looked at Zoro—who frowns at you.

A silence emitted between the two of you as you only starred at each other. Rubbing your face, massaging your temples, a upcoming headache you could feel.

«Are you preferring Law over me?» Zoro asked straight away, blunt as always. He wasn't going to beat around the bush, wanting clear answers from you. If you wanted to break with him, he liked to know it now.

«I– what?» your face crunched up in a form of confusion. What sort of question was that even? How and why does Zoro come up with such a thought?

«What do you even mean?» you needed some elaboration on that, because you knew how easily it was to create a misunderstanding, when the communication isn't proper.

Zoro heaved a extravagantly deep sigh out. You two had been separated for two years and even though your reunion had been filled with a passionate night, feelings could and would change over such a long time.

You two hadn't really the time anymore, to be with each other alone. To enjoy the simple moments of twosomeness. Constant fights is what keep you all busy and Luffy mostly taking your attention 24/7 per day.

I mean, Zoro gets it, really, he wasn't great to be around. He would get lost, arguing and fighting constantly with the damned Cook, couldn't bring you to laugh like the others could do and over all he is a stoic men, who likes swords more than human affection.

And yet, yet all he wants is you. Seeing you laugh at one of his bad jokes, makes Zoro happy. Just being near you was enough for Zoro.

«You liking Law more than me. He's a fun guy to be around, isn't he? A better fit for you, than me.» he grunted it out, almost in a sulky way.

«Are you jealous Zoro?»

«No. Just stating the obvious.»

You crawled towards Zoro, placing yourself onto his lap again, facing him. You cupped his face in your hands, giving him a sweet short kiss on the lips.

«Oh Zoro, there is no need to feel jealous over Law. I wouldn't trade you for any other men. I love you and only you.»

«Even when I'm not a fun person to be around?»

«But you are! It's hard to explain, but you make me laugh in your own way and honestly, you doesn't need to be a funny person, nor do you have to change. You are you and that is what counts for me.»

Zoro felt kinda dumb now. Silly even. You were right, he didn't had a reason to be jealous after all. Why was he getting so overworked worried, over something which never would happen in the first place?

All because Law had give him that smirk, while he had talke you. Zoro admits, Law knows how to push his buttons.

You gave him another kiss, leaning towards his ear.

«Now, since we're all alone right now, I wouldn't mind if we do some rough rounds, but if you wanna mark me, do it gently.»

~~~

Usopp wouldn't search for you and Zoro ever again. Even if it means getting a whack from Nami, he wouldn't.

Lucky he hadn't seen it, but the loud moans and grunts you two were making, was enough for Usopp to walk back as quick as possible.

[kuroosdarling]

BODY SHOTS

‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ FEATURING ꒱ : zoro roronoa

‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ WC ꒱ : 800 words

‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI! suggestive, alcohol use, nipple play,

the evening had calmed down considerably since luffy passed out. most of the other crew were slowly falling asleep as the ship rocked with the ocean waves, lulling everyone into the blissful rest they deserved. you and zoro were the last ones standing, per usual, but this time – you were on a mission.

the last island you visited with the strawhats had been a blur but you discovered something new, something that you instantly, desperately wanted to try with your favorite swordsman. you briefly explained it to him, the words quickly flowing out of your mouth as you led him by the hand to sanji’s kitchen. zoro tried his best to follow along but he was mesmerized by the way your hips were swaying. 

once you got to the room, you told him to take off his shirt and lay on the table. he took one last swig from his bottle, effectively finishing it and tossing it in the trash.

“you sure about this?” zoro asked, taking his time to pull his shirt over his head with one hand, revealing his glorious body. you lick your lips before he does a short cough, directing your attention back up to his face.

“yeah i’m sure.” you smile at him, eyes already trailing back to his chest. “now, go ahead and lay down for me.”

“sanji is gonna throw a fit if we make a mess.” he said, slowly making his way to the table.

“and since when do you give a shit?” you smirk, grabbing the sake bottle off the side table. you got him there – his last chance to delay the inevitable. but he could never truly say no to you, no matter how much he wanted to. 

he grumbled something under his breath as he laid down on the table, cheeks tinged with pink from the sake he had just gulped down. his back laid flat on the hard surface, and it was time to do what you set out for.

taking a step forward, you rip the cork off with your teeth, spitting it off to the side as you close in on him. he slightly squirms on the table until you press your other hand lightly on his chest.

“don’t move so much or else it’ll get messy.” you warn him, taking a small delight from the way he looks up at you with half-lidded eyes. it wasn’t often he’d find himself under you — but it was quite the sight. “and you don’t want to make sanji mad, right?”

“shut up. ” he mutters, looking off to the side, before finding his nerve again. “go on then.”

you don’t even bother responding, slowly pouring the sake onto his navel. the moment the somewhat cool liquid hits his skin, he sucks in a deep breath. his stomach concaves and creates more room for sake. you keep it pouring until some trickles off the side of his waist, dripping onto the table.

his eyes widen as he watches yours darken, moving the bottle to pour up his stomach between his pecs.

“hey!” he barks out in shock, knowing that this wasn’t a part of the original deal. the sake was all over him but he felt frozen on the damned table. ignoring him, you place the bottle down before bending over him, casting him one last glance before you get to work.

you slowly slurp the sake from his belly, swirling your tongue around his stomach, maintaining eye contact as you trace your tongue along his side, making sure you clean up the mess you made. he sucks in another breath, clenching his fists to his sides before deciding to grip onto the edge of the table. at this point, you’re pretty sure he hasn’t properly breathed in the past minute.

you keep moving, trailing your tongue upwards towards his chest, licking up the line of sake you left behind. up to his chest and between his pecs, making sure you got every last drop. you can almost feel the way his heart races beneath you. 

it was like your mouth had a mind of its own as you took one of his nipples into your mouth, sucking lightly before going to the other side. zoro choked back a strained sound of pleasure right before you hear the familiar crack of wood — the table beneath his hand splitting from the force of his grip.

you pull back with a smile, slightly hovering over his face. in an instant, his lips are crashing into yours. the way he kissed was just like him —  strong, forceful, and yet somehow laced with care. 

all your thoughts escape you as he flips you under him so you’re pinned on the table, leaving you one lasting kiss before he pulls back with a smirk.

“i think i understand now.” he rumbles, already pawing at the hem of your shirt with a hunger in his eyes. “your turn.”

[afewproblems]

Part Three of my Kas!Eddie AU!

Part One, Part Two

***

Steve hits the dirt hard as Eddie tackles him to the ground with his full body weight.

He tries to crawl away but Eddie's faster, flipping him around and dragging him through the rough brambles until he is directly underneath Eddie's snarling face.

"Did you really expect that to work?" Eddie growls, leaning down until Steve can feel his hot breath hit his lips, "did you really expect to escape me?"

"Thought it was worth a try," Steve groans, as Eddie presses him further into the ground, squeezing the air from him lungs, "you're a lot faster than the last time we were running".

By some miracle, he manages to keep his voice steady as he tips his head towards Eddie, "guess you didn't have wings, last time".

Eddie pauses, that same strange expression from before takes over before he shakes his head, his wild matted hair whips around them.

Huh.

"Stop saying those things," he hisses, raising one clawed hand to cup his forehead, releasing Steve's shoulder from his grasp.

Steve's not exactly sure what he's done, he wishes Dustin or Robin were here -granted if anyone should be held down by a God Damn vampire in the middle of the woods, he's glad it's him- but they others were always better at putting the puzzel pieces together in these situations.

Steve sees the way Eddie's shoulders quiver, the way he doesn't move his wild hair away from his face, how he cluches his head as though it's about to crack.

His heart breaks a little at the sight.

"Eds," Steve says softly and Eddie stiffens at the word, "why are you doing this?"

"Shut up!" Eddie shrieks, the words pierce the quiet woods as he shrinks away, the grip on Steve's other shoulder loosens even further.

"This isn't you," Steve tries again as Eddie howls, bringing his other hand up to hold his head.

He takes his chance, wriggling out from under the vampire, scrambling to his feet which slip and slide around the leaves and rotten mulch of the forrest floor.

Steve keeps the howling man in front of him until Eddie stops and crumples into the ground.

Steve stumbles away, throwing a hand out to catch a nearby tree to steady himself as he catches his breath. He hesitates, just long enough for Eddie to raise his head and whisper in a small, broken voice, "Steve?"

Steve shakes his head, breathing quickly, his heart in his throat.

"I don't know what's going on," Eddie whispers, as Steve takes yet another step back, his voice wavers and cracks into an inhuman whine.

"Steve I need, I need h-help".

Steve feels like he's about to vomit at any moment as he takes another step.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, the words come out wet as he takes off again, leaving Eddie behind him, crying out into the dark.

***

"Tell us again," Nancy says as she paces the floor of Hoppers cabin.

Its finally morning.

They've all gathered around the small cabin, Hopper had decided it would be best to call everyone over after daybreak -once Steve had finished desperately explaining himself after throwing his whole body weight against the wooden front door and screaming to be let in.

Jonathan, El, and Will sit next to one another on the threadbare couch across from Steve, they look tired but not from the early hour.

Dustin sits on the floor beside Mike and Lucas who leans against Max's wheelchair. She moves her leg, still in its bright white cast and pokes Lucas in the shoulder -hard by the way he yelps and shifts away from her with a laugh.

Dustin alternates between shooting Steve hopeful and dirty looks -he's still angry then, perfect.

Joyce makes her way from the kitchen, ruffling Wills hair as she goes, before handing Steve a steaming coffee mug and hiking the blanket around his shoulders even further. He leans into her warmth, a stark contrast to his own mother's touch before remembering where he is.

Robin curls into Steve's side and yawns loudly in his ear as Nancy continues to pace and clears her throat impatiently.

She doesnt look at him, her eyes trace the windows at a point in the distance. It's the same expression she used to get in class when analyzing an English passage for Mrs.Click.

Steve sighs and scrubs a hand over his face, ignoring the sting of the cuts and scrapes from his time on the ground. They've been over this so many times now, he's so sure he's told them absolutely everything.

Well, maybe everything but the way some of Eddie's words made his chest tight in a way he wasn’t quite ready to deal with…

"I don't think it's going to be any different from the last two times Nance--"

"Kid," Hopper interjects in an uncharacteristically weary voice that sets Steve's teeth on edge, "just, explain it again and don't leave anything out".

A soft hand grabs his own, he flinches at the sudden contact before realizing that El has made her way from the couch to sit infront of him.

Her hair has started to grow back, the buzzcut has been slowly taken over by a mop of brown curls that frame her small face. Steve manages a tight smile as she squeezes his hand again.

"We will help him," El says with quiet conviction, as though she said nothing more than an objective truth.

The sky is blue, my hair is brown.

"We will bring your Eddie back".

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Things I Noticed While Writing Light The Fuse: Part 2, Episode 1

And here's more of episode 1 starting off strong with my favourite scene ever /)w(\ I noticed so much stuff crammed into here that I had to make this its own part, I wanna join them on the river so damn bad ;w;

I've seen this damn scene so many times they've created a pavlovian response within me, now whenever I watch it or think about it I gotta doubeltap whatever I'm nearest to, once for Betty and once for Uncle Lug

Johnson saying they're more than Brawlers and he means it! He also motions towards the jacket on time to the music and I must also do the same now, I'm a sucker for timing and this is so simple but cute 🥰 also love how they're just saying this assuming we're Ethan in this moment following them to get his tattoo

This is the old caution room a lot of stuff happens in, you can see it better in the promo image, as well as the fact that some Pinups are hanging out in there too

Matty reading the paper while it gets sewn 😭 I actually thought they went into town for this but nope it's all Agnes and she's doing it in house. I also had no idea what Johnson was doing at first, maybe just being silly, but on the transition you can actually see that he's adjusting his sleeves cause he's about to fix Ethan's collar I'm sobbing again

See 😭 I'm also very convinced they dressed him in canon since Ethan did not dress like this before coming down here and you can't convince me otherwise, they went on a shopping trip just like in my fic and that's the truth. Also I swear to god they share shirts cause sometimes it really looks like they've switched and that makes me insane. I also went ahead and counted how many shirts Ethan wears over the season so I knew how many they'd buy him in my fic lol turns out he's got a bunch!

This is the shot from the promo images!

I love getting to see inside the trailer, I wonder what they keep in those bins back there?

I'm in love with him

I love how this entire scene is Ethan doing all the work while Matty and Johnson shop, I love them so much like the matching HATS DUDE IN THEIR COLOURS and Matty trying to get Johnson back on track and then stopping to look at something else on the way out I would die for them. I also love the detail of every bag going out being red and everyone coming in being yellow, they probably switch between those two every weeks.

This is also the shop where Matty buys Johnson his books in Melt With Me ;w;

💗😭💗 he likes being a Phoenix guys this is all he needs he's happy doing this I'm gunna cry again

Was there any reason to look this hot while opening a trailer, seriously

I'm so goddamn in love with him it's not even funny

This one isn't even an observation I just really wanna have a drink with them they're having so much fun 🥺🙏 why is Ethan is small between them lol and why is that not me

There's so much I love about this shot. Ethan just collapsing. Johnson drinking away in the background. Johnson still being the one to urgently wake him up after a sleep so deep he didn't even move. The fact that they either visit this place multiple times or this was a very long night before Matty gave up the bed and let Ethan rest because it appears again when they're watching tv. The fact that there is only ONE BED in this room and you can see that when they leave and in the bts with Matty. Also the bonus second take making it in lmao he bounced so hard in that one

Again, he could either be talking to us, and so the wink is for us, or he just straight up looked like that to Ethan. I don't know about you guys but... 🙄

They are the hottest men I've ever seen. Hand shot from Matty just for me. His lip curled over the cigarette. Johnson staring directly into the camera. The smoke they both just blow out so casually. I need to participate in one (1) sloppy makeout with these two stat plEASE

I love him I need to have a car ride with him just to hear whatever he's so passionate about. Plus it looks like Johnson is leaning on the back of his seat to listen and that's just plain adorable

They didn't have to do this 😭 I'm so in love with Ethan being so sleepy that he falls asleep on Johnson, and Matty just stealing the whole entire bed for himself (which again there is only one of!) and funnily enough since Johnson's wearing the same shirt as the other scene (obviously because they filmed all this at once but I'm thinking in world hehe) Ethan took his shirt off before bed and put it back on again lmao I'm also completely ignoring how normal I am about this rare glimpse of Johnson chest 😀

Johnson likes to sing! Matty clapping away for him all proud and cheering him on!! Ethan smiling in the background until he joins in!!! These boys make me cry I swear to go- Anyway he's gotta be good, I need to go back in time and get into this scene

This made me laugh when I first saw it, just Matty being so expressive and energetic that he straight up stops driving and Ethan has to take over with such an unimpressed look lmao I doubt he's even listening

Based on his sleeve being rolled up, that's Matty telling him to come on and I think that's so cute ;w; Ethan is so spaced out, nice of them to let him have a sit before it was time to go. In my fic I wrote them as carrying around their own duffle bags with their clothes but it actually looks like Johnson's holding a suitcase, so Matty might be too. I like them having just an excess of duffles though lol I can't see Matty taking the time to pack a suitcase every morning it would be so messy

Literally the three hottest men on the planet and I love them all, I'm so incredibly happy I got into this show

And that's it for this scene! Episode 1 will be wrapped up for real tomorrow, there was just too much to look at here 🥰💙❤️💛

[juleskelleybooks]

I shut down my Patreon a while back because updating something on a regular schedule is kind of the antithesis of me as a person

but I'm having so much fun working on the worldbuilding and early parts of Blackthorn that I'm being seduced by the siren song of the idea: what if I put updates of the rough draft of Blackthorn behind a paywall on Patreon and people could read along as I wrote it but then I could still publish the whole novel when it was ready (and Patreon subscribers would get a free download of the ebook)

idk idk - would anyone be interested in this, even? (caveat: I know Patreon has made some changes since the last time I was there so if it's become unusable now, feel free to chime in and tell me what a good alternative is for a paid subscription like this)

Opening behind the cut to give you an idea of what the rough draft currently looks like.

Nate Dubarr hadn’t been around horses much, but even he could tell the team’s demeanor was changing as they approached a narrow stretch of road lined on either side by shrubby, stout trees frothing with white blossoms. Was it just the wind in the branches that had the animals spooked, or did they sense something he couldn’t hear yet? He adjusted his grip on the proton rifle in his lap and looked over his shoulder. It was a damn good place to ambush a vulnerable transport, and Sun Mountain probably wouldn’t have paid for his services as a gunman if they weren’t needed.

“Hear somethin’?” Willa, the driver, shouted over dusty plodding hoofbeats and the rattling creak of the wooden transport pod, and Nate shook his head.

“Not yet,” he yelled back, squinting into the rippling heat.

Aulis was mostly a farming and ranching planet, he knew, some areas thickly wooded and others rich with sprawling grass prairies, but the part he was riding through now, toward the little town of Blackthorn, was arid enough that he could feel his skin cracking and peeling as they went.

“Nothin’ grows here anymore,” the customs officer in Pryor had said as she looked over the crates marked for Blackthorn. “Probably why they’re tryin’ so hard to get that mine back in working shape out past the canyons. They’ll sure be happy to see y’all.”

Willa clucked gently to the horses, pulling up on the reins, and Nate braced himself on the warm wood of the transport pod. He hadn’t understood at first why they weren’t using one of the self-driving metal ones, but the heat and the dust had answered that question for him in the first half-hour. The gears would have gotten locked up in short order, if the metal hadn’t cooked them in their seats first.

The team of horses slowed now, snorting and blowing and tossing their heads, and Nate realized they were picking their way carefully over wooden bars embedded parallel to each other across the road.

“What’s that?” he asked Willa, alert to the possibility of a trap. Would it fall out from under them, taking the pod and the horses all at once?

“Cattle grate,” Willa muttered, her wrinkled, leathery hands steady on the reins as she coaxed the team slower. “Coupla ranches used to keep herds out here and would move ’em to different pastures on this road. The grate was to keep them from stampeding. The blackthorns were to keep them from just going around it.” She inclined her head toward the flowering trees, and Nate squinted, realizing the blooms hid the trees’ real feature: Thick, sharp spines as long as his hand.

“How do you keep cattle where there’s nothing for them to graze?” Nate asked, but before Willa could answer, there was a high-pitched buzz from behind them, and one of the horses tossed its head, eyes rolling so far Nate could see the whites. Fuck. It was a trap.

“Steady,” Willa crooned to the horses. “Don’t want them bolting,” she explained to Nate. “They’ll break their damn legs and then we’ll just be out here ’til the buzzards or the bandits get us.”

Nate lifted the proton rifle as he turned to look back down the road they’d already traveled, siting down the barrel, and fitted his goggles to keep his eyes clear.

He didn’t see anything yet, but the buzzing was getting closer, and he recognized it as the whine of a bike’s engine. Shit. It was a trap.

[awoken-artist]

Important Update!: Hard drive issue

So I have announced this early on my discord server community I have about this situation. So not long ago about a few weeks ago my hard drive decided up and then to refuse to open again and give me a notification it has "malfunctioned".

I panicked when I couldnt get into my hard drive at all and lead me to have a mental breakdown. Heres a reason WHY though is because of the fact all of my artworks, vods ive saved ever since i started streaming for the first time on twitch as my first time vtubing, even videos ive created for years and film projects to look over, sounds and music ive saved even from places i probably cannot get back anymore, gifts from lovely people and friends even art trades and commissions ive also saved as well.

a fuuuuuck ton of art ive saved from YEARS of drawing are on there along with photography works even personal photos and videos.

so yeah i panicked like shit because my whole life work is in that damn thing.

My mom and dad manage to find a program to pay to get everything as much as we could to be able to move stuff over. we bought a new hard drive and its currently being used to copy stuff over. and me going through to make sure the amount of files on the hard drive to the new one match and if it doesnt we can focus on the single files that focus's on it to move over.

and this takes...DAYS. weeks even at worst. So this is a tedious as fuck of a long wait for to get EVERYTHING out of there. or at least everything that were ABLE to get out of there.

I do want to get my new hard drive unplugged temporarily and move my 2023 stuff over cause- fuck i need that file in my hands and plug it back into the other computer to continue making the copies. but god this is just horrendous....

it made me very sad this happened and it pisses me off as well. hopefully i can get everything back like nothing actually is missing and what not. so for those waiting on Art trades and commissions I beg to be patient. i know I have sketches down and saved towards DMS to the people and so that i can easily trace over that wip previews and go for it which i will. everyone else i have to start over which i hate doing but i also dont want to keep everyone waiting :/

I know once ATs and coms are done i will only open commissions for friends only. YCH's i'll probably open when able to cause I Have some planned to open on Vgen and Ko-fi.

I'll update you guys about it soon. if you guys wish to get quick updates from me your welcome to join my little server, just send me a dm of a rainbow emoji. :P or come by to my streams I have a bot that you can do !discord into and you can come right in. do know you have to fill out a form. I dont allow children in my server and if i find out people are lying about their age you get banned. so dont even fricken try. =_= i am just very uncomfortable around kids and rather keep my server for adults only. thank you.

hope everyones having a good monday! I will probs do a stream later today so if you guys are following me on twitch and vstream you'll get notified about it. [hopefully you guys get notified tbh-] ^u^)/

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[cyberrat]

73rd Batch Of Fics: 10th Fill

Endeavor/Deku – Part 1/3 – office setting; power imbalance; changing POV – After graduation, Izuku has gotten a job as Endeavor's secretary...

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Deku, as a person, is a pretty bad combination of things. He’s found that out the hard way during his school days.

He’s generally nervous and anxious to do good and starts to second-guess himself whenever people don’t praise him.

As such, it has been a phenomenally bad idea to get hired as Endeavor’s secretary once he graduated from UA. On paper, at least. He had thought that giving himself the challenge of having a bastard of a boss that wouldn’t let him get away with shit would maybe kick his anxiousness in the butt and hep him to overcome it.

So far it’s a struggle each and every day to get into the office, wondering whether Endeavor would have yet another phenomenally bad day and take it out on him. At least Izuku knows intellectually that those outbursts have nothing to do with him or his work. He is a perfectionist, after all.

Emotionally, that is a whole other level, though…

At least Mister Todoroki is nice to look at. Sometimes he lets his door stand open so Izuku can watch him pace back and forth, the clothes he’s wearing just hanging on to his person for dear life. Those thighs and that ass… it’s something different.

He’d never tell Shoto, of course, but he might have a little crush on his old man. If only because he turns him on so damn much. His personality certainly leaves a lot to be desired…

.oOo.

It’s late. It’s so ungodly late. Enji rubs both hands over his face, trying to wake himself back up. He sits up straighter, then stands up after all to stretch his legs and crack his back. He throws a baleful glance at the papers on his desk, then steps toward his huge windows, moodily watching the traffic move along. There’s not much going on on the streets outside and the large building with the Endeavor Agency is very quiet indeed. Most have gone home of course.

It is fucking late, after all. There are only those still here that have to be on alert, as well as…

His eyes focus in on the reflection on the glass. He can see the open door of his office and through that, he can see the wild green hair of Midoriya, bend studiously over his desk and working away on something.

It shouldn’t, probably, but it definitely makes Enji angry to see him sitting there. Who does the little twerp think he is? Is he trying to look good in front of his boss or something? Is he even really working or just pretending to so he’ll get a golden star from Enji?

He’s already noticed the kids incessant need for being praised, of course. Something Enji absolutely loathes.

He shouldn’t have hired him as a secretary then, some people would say. The thing is that the kid is doing his job pretty well. And he’s a friend of Shoto’s. Sooner or later he could use him to get some information on his son; have a bit of a place in Shoto’s day-to-day life.

That’s all the reason he’s got him here, of course.

Except that’s not true. And the longer he stares at him, the more that other reason rears its head.

Enji turns around so he can openly watch the kid. His face makes him look like he’s some kind of pencil pusher, but his body… it’s something else. Nicely muscled and stocky. A body that can really take a pounding. Maybe he’s still a virgin? It keeps Enji awake at night to imagine that tight hole wrapped around his dick and being absolutely spoiled for any cock that would come after him.

The thought makes his mouth water.

.oOo.

“Midoriya! I got to have a word with you. Come in.”

Izuku has a near heart attack when the quiet of the night is suddenly pierced by Endeavor’s booming voice. He shoots upright at his desk, looking through the door. Robotically, he stands up and begins to walk on stiff legs into his boss’ office.

There’s nothing else to do, after all. He can’t just not go; no matter how pissed off he sounds.

The man is standing in front of his desk, though; dressed down somewhat with his fire-printed tie loose around his neck and his jacket hanging over the back of his chair. He looks so good like that… it’s such a shame that he seems to be ready to chew Izuku out for – he actually doesn’t know what.

“Close the door.”

“Yes, sir.” Izuku snaps to attention. He always feels like he has to salute in front of Endeavor but he refrains to it and instead closes the door as he’s been told.

“Come here.”

He winces, slowly coming closer. “Is there a problem, sir? If it’s about the reports, I am currently working on them, I thought they weren’t due until next week, but I can go faster if you want to, it’s just that there is a deadline and there are a few sidekicks that still need to-”

His rambling is cut off by Endeavor’s arm shooting out, his huge hand curling around his throat. It’s not… well it is violent but not in a way that hero’s like Izuku are used to.

Still, it is something new. While Endeavor has a habit of screaming, he does not have a habit of getting physical. At least from what Izuku has witnessed so far.

He could defend himself, obviously, but… this is his boss. His hands go around Endeavor’s wrist, holding on to it as he is lifted just enough to make it very uncomfortable to him, his toes just about brushing against the ground. He struggles to keep his weight somewhat distributed so he wouldn’t just hang from his neck and choke himself.

“S-Sir?!” he croaks out.

Endeavor’s cool, blue eyes stare at him just thoughtfully.

“Your hair is always messy,” he mutters like that has anything to do with… well… anything.

“I… uh… sorry?”

Endeavor suddenly pulls him closer. Very close. So close, in fact, that Izuku can smell his aftershave and feel the hard wall of his massive body. And the heat that pulses off of the Flame Hero in waves.

“You always look like you just got fucked. Are you going out shoving your little ass into my sidekicks’ faces when I’m not looking?”

Deku can feel his face fall in surprise, his mouth opening but no sound coming out. His brain tries to compute the sentence. This sentence coming from this man.

“W…What?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll find out soon enough.”

Deku finds himself manhandled around until he is bent over his boss’ big table, his cheek smashed against the smooth wooden surface. He finds himself wondering for a wild moment why they would decide on a wooden desk for Endeavor of all people, when he feels thick fingers hooking into the back of his pants. As they start to tug it down, Endeavor says: “I had a lot of stress these past few weeks… you’re going to help me relieve it now, Mister Midoriya.”

Izuku’s mouth goes dry and his brain starts to flatline. He could fight, of course...

But why would he?!

[builder051]

Don’t be scared of me; just take care of me

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Chasing ghosts

Warnings for mental health talk, wartime situations, hospital situations, angst… that’s really it. Way more of a mental/internal fic than something action-packed

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James sits just under the traffic light, waiting for the police to reopen the intersection. A hint of anxiety weaves in and out of his thoughts. He technically can’t drive, but Steve’s willing to let James borrow his ride for quick errands. James keeps his years-expired license on him, but any trouble with the law is thoroughly unwelcome.

James pulls his sunshade down, but it does practically nothing to block the afternoon sunlight. The only way to look too keep his eyes from boiling right out of his skull is directly out his left side mirror. It’s the side where the police action is going down.

James generally tries not to stare at other people’s crices. He appreciates it when others return the favor. This sight, however, has a small factor of amusement. A man in workman’s orange and a neon safety vest runs back and forth along a chain link fence. Every so often, he bends and scoops up handfuls of dirt and gravel, then flings them at the officers, who stand at a distance on the other side of the fence.

The man and the two officers are shouting. James can’t hear the words, but the tone and the action give him the general idea of the standoff. James is used to the background rumbling that his hearing aids can’t quite cancel out. It’s not just traffic today, though.

It’s not the underlying tones of traffic or university students moving en mass. The angry tones and crunch of rocks create a different kind of buzzing in his ears.

The hairs on the back of James’s neck stand up. He’s been that guy, that public servant, exchanging in verbal conflict.

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“Drop it!” He shouts at the kid at the other end of the alley. “Drop it now!”

The kid clutches his basketball to his chest.

“Put your hands up!”

The kid’s face is expressionless. He slowly raises his arms. They move over his head, extended to the max, but still holding the damn basketball. Did the kid lean forward? Is the thing a bomb? Is this a threat? Will it go off if James shoots? But… it’s a kid.

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It’s just a guy. He finds a brick in the pile of rocky refuse behind him and lobs it toward the policemen. It’s a poor throw, and the brick lands at the very base of the fence. It bounces off and nearly hits the guy in his own ankles. The volume of the yelling increases. James’s anxiety ratches up a notch. His knowledge of police codes has slipped, but James watches the charges add up as he situationevolves. Public menace. Assault on an officer. Reaisting arrest. Mental health incident. And now the possibility of self-harm. The man goes for another handful, but stumbles and drops the rocks. A cloud of dry sand drifts around him, but it loses its gusto when it reaches the chain link.

The memories are hazy, and James works hard to keep them that way, he’s been that guy too. Losing his everloving shit at very inconvenient time and place. Before the PTSD diagnosis, before they took away his license, before even the first dose of Prozac, James had been a danger to himself as well as a danger to the public.

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“James. James, try to calm down, sweetie.”

He doesn’t remember which doctor he’s seeing. He just hears her high floaty voice cutting through James’s ferocious growl of threats and swear words. The little dresser in the exam room is full of gauze and cotton balls, but eventually he wraps his hand around a set of bandage scissors. The doctor screams as James waved them in the air, then plunges them into his own abdomen. Like Samurai. Dishonorable. In need of ritual sacrifice.

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James shudders. God, if he doesn’t do something, he’ll be in a memory rut all day. He might take some of Tasha’s pills. Maybe challenge Steve to some amateur MMA. James has to reset his thinking. He turns his head toward the afternoon sun and stares purposefully at the bright light. It’ll probably incite a migraine, but, well, there he goes again. Self harm is better than harming others. And the migraine is definitely the lesser of the evils.

A siren blares, and James jumps. No, please, no. No pulling over. But the car in front of him inches forward. One of the officers waves traffic onward as the other backs the cruiser out of the intersection. James glances toward the the fence, but it’s now abandoned. He concentrates on carefully rejoining traffic, but James can’t help himself. He looks through the police car’s windshield as he passes by, but he can’t see anything. The sun reflects against the glass, and there’s a divider separating the front seats from the back.

It’s not his business, James reminds himself. He has actual business. The pharmacy has his boatload of daily meds to pick up. Plus Tasha’s mild antidepressant. And Steve’s inhaler, though James hasn’t seen him use it in years. It’s all supposed to make them happy and healthy and normal. But it atill begs the question. What is normal, anyway?

James turns at the next light and adjusts his sunshade. Finally the sun is out of his face. He breathes deeply and flips on the radio. A heavily auto-tuned pop song is playing. Must be Tasha’s preferred station. Maybe she left it on to annoy him. But buggy little are normal. So are trips to the pharmacy for psych meds. And bad memories. And sun-induced headaches. And traffic jams. Perfectly, completely normal.

[drewbacca2]

Starkiller Saga

44 BBY Chapter two part six

Weird looking Acklay

As we land in the residential sector, I recall Bar Lar gave me his contact info before I left Gungan Cargo's warehouse and was told to contact him when I find the "cargo" and then when I subdue it. We walk not even ten feet and Karrstag tells me. "I smell blood! Follow me!" I then start running behind Karrstag, with Meris behind me. We see scratches in the metal of the floors and walls. And we start to hear fighting coming from this door. I open it and we're in this courtyard with a bunch of people hiding and ten people hold the Kkorrwrot down with ropes. Then I see six civilians approach with makeshift spears and I approach and yell "No! Don't stab it with those! Me and my crew will stun it and have it taken away! Please let us handle it! But we also need help from you to hold it down! But more people are needed for that to work!" The civilians drop their spears and run. I pull Vengeance and Justice and I say "set them to stun guys!" We start stunning and I text Bar Lar from my hud and tell him that I found it and I give him my location. He says "Very good, I'll have a transport ready for when you stun it unconscious." At this point we have twenty stuns in and it's slightly showing signs of the stuns working.

I say "keep it up! It's starting to show signs of the stun working." It's at thirty five and it almost stabs a civilian. I look around and we're at a safe distance… I don't like that. I run up and I get under it, this should be more effective against it anyway. We get to forty and it's starting to get a little wobbly. I dodge many attempts of it trying to stab me with its legs. Fifty. I notice that it's about to fall. I say "everyone! Pull as hard as you can!" They do just that and I have to roll to not get crushed. I say "keep firing!" And as I say that it attempts to bite me, but I move out of the way.It finally stops moving and I call Bar Lar. "It's done. Are you almost here?" I hear wind on the comms and I hear Bar Lar above me. "Right on time Grozchal! We'll take it from here. The transport has a crane and a giant metal box which has air holes near the top. The people that came here are probably the contacts people. They look over the Kkorrwrot then give Bar Lar the thumbs up. They then hook up the Kkorrwrot and the crane lifts it up and puts it in the box and it closes up. Bar Lar turns to me and gives me 50,000 credits as promised. "Good work Grozchal. I hope to have continued business with you." I nod and we leave as well. As we walk back I give 10k to Karrstag and 15k to Meris totalling to 25k. In telepathy "Consider that paying you back some. Thank you, even though I told you it was ok not to." I get a feeling in my gut… someone is watching us. I look behind and for a second I see a hooded figure behind us. A civilian breaks my line of sight… did they have a lightsaber?! I put it out of my mind so I don't worry Meris.

We ride back to the Raven and we get up to the ramp but before I go up i get a chill down my spine, I look behind me and I see the hooded figure again. He's not escaping me this time! Especially not since he knows where we are! I run towards him as he draws his lightsaber and ignites it. It's orange. Nice color I guess. A cargo speeder slams on the brakes, almost hitting me. "Sorry!" I yell. I go past it and he's gone. "Damn it!" I yell. I wait till the cargo speeder drives off and I walk towards the loading ramp once again. "Are you ok?" Meris asks. "I'm fine." I say. "Not sure what I keep seeing." "Maybe you should get some rest. We'll let you know if you're needed." I nod.

[badkarmaa1313]

Short one shot about my Durge Tav beware of spoilers

I’m only in act one for this play through and I’m not very far into it, so no spoilers for me either!!

I did get into act 3 on my mail play through so i have some knowledge about backstories and main storylines

Waking up on his bedroll was becoming more and more comfortable to Arcanus, the early morning sun was warm on his face, the sound of Gale snoring ever so slightly was comforting, despite being rather annoying to begin with. He still can’t remember much about himself, but Arcanus is getting used to being around people. Perhaps these people are changing him for the better, though Astarion has been a rather bad influence. How could he not harm a few meaningless people just to see the way Astarion’s eyes shined with malice? That Vampire has his heart, even if he doesn’t know it yet.

Arcanus sits up and grabs the brush beside his bedroll, slowly working the knots out of his apple red hair. He pulls his long hair over his shoulder and watches as Astarion makes his way to his tent, he seems rather upset this morning. He usually thanks Arcanus for letting him drink from him. But now that he’s thought of it, the pain in his neck isn’t there.

He sets his brush aside and stands up, making his way to the pale elf. “You didn’t drink from me last night.” Arcanus’ voice is soft and filled with worry. He can’t imagine what would keep Astarion from keeping his strength up.

“Oh Darling, are you worried about me? No need, I will gladly feed on your delicious self later. You just seemed rather…fitful last night. Whatever you may have been experiencing during your trance was not a pleasant one.” His hands move flamboyantly as he talks, his fangs glistening in the sunlight.

“Hm, I don’t recall anything that would make me act like that. Though, it seems you were worried about me, weren’t you?” Arcanus looks down at Astarion, his own pale red eyes meeting the vampire’s. He leans in and hovers over Astarion’s lips, taking his chin and lifting his head ever so slightly.

“I was not.” Astarion tries to turn his head away, a soft pink blush running over his cheeks.

“Oh dearest, you are a lier.” Arcanus leans in and places a chaste kiss on his lips before pulling away. “You didn’t want to scare me.”

“Please, as if I could scare YOU. I’ve seen you kneel at servants of Loviatar, I’ve watched you taste other’s blood, and I have watched the way you glow as you slice heads off with those sickles of yours. Which, by the way love, you should really put some of our money towards better weapons instead of brandishing Halsin in scantily clad clothing.” Astarion pushes the taller elf back, his hand resting on his chest.

“Like you care, you and I both have an affinity for watching Halsin trapes around camp in barely anything. He is ours afterall.” The warlock runs a finger down Astarion’s chest and looks across the camp at the large druid currently lounging outside his tent in nothing but a small cloth around his waist.

“He does look quite delicious doesn’t he? Though you’re getting off topic again dear.”

The warlock rolls his ruby eyes and puts his hands on his hip. “Fine. I do vaguely remember my dream. It was about that teifling bard from a while back. She met us in the underdark, I killed her.”

“Yes how could I not remember the way you brutally murdered an innocent? It was one of the things that attracted me to you.” Astarion reaches out and takes his love’s hand. “You still can’t remember what happened, can you?”

“No I can’t. Sometimes I dream about what might have happened. I can still feel her blood on my hand, her entrails in my mouth. I crave the feeling, and it is so damn hard to just push it aside! Even now all I want to do is go back to the grove and slaughter those teiflings and the druids. I know Halsin would hate me for it but the urge is still there. Its burned into my skin and I don’t know why. I just want answers!” Arcanus begins pacing around in circles, his blood red cloak flowing behind him with every step. He wrings his hands nervously, even now his head pounds painfully, his body willing him to attack the one he loves most. Only for the mere reason of Astarion being the closest living thing to him.

“You need to calm down. Sit here my love. I’ll get Halsin and we can spend some time together before we leave camp. That big lug is better that these things.” Arcanus sits on the luxurious rug under Astarion’s tent, grabbing for the torn and ratty blanket his love has taken with them everywhere. The blanket is barely more than strings at this point, but Arcanus knows the comfort it gives the vampire. It’s the only thing he has left from before his life as a spawn, the only thing that keeps him grounded. He hopes it can do the same for him. He runs his fingers over the dark material, despite being two centuries old it is still very soft and some of the intricate pattern is still there.

“Your urges are starting up again?” Halsin sits beside Arcanus, his large frame makes the smaller elf look even smaller. Astarion sits on the other side of the red head, placing a hesitant hand on his knee. The warlock knows it is meant to be comforting, and the intent helps.

“Yes. Im getting rather tired of it. My head is splitting and I want to feel someone’s blood on my hands. I want to feel their muscles ripping between my fingers. But I can’t let this keep happening. I know it’s wrong and…and I’m tired of not having answers. I have so many theories but none of them really make sense. I mean Raphael seemed to know of me. Maybe I’m really a devil and this is just some sort of disguise, like he has his human form. Or maybe I’m the son of some sort of demonic cult leader that worships bloodlust. Honestly I don’t know. But whatever it is, it’s ingrained in my very being. I want nothing more than to get rid of that part of me.”

“I cannot begin to imagine how hard this has been on you. Though, I know this. These urges are not you. You are a kind person, a little blood thirsty yes, but that doesn’t have to be a bad thing. You’ve used that blood lust to protect innocents. You saved my people as well as the teiflings. You, my love, are a good person.” Halsin runs his hands through Arcanus’ soft red hair as he speaks, his voice low and soothing as he talks. The younger elf relaxes slightly, his slender shoulders relaxing and he leans over, resting his head upon the druid’s chest. The warmth of his partner’s skin, the sound his heartbeat, and the tickle of his chest hair soothes him. Astarion take’s one of Arcanus’ hands in his own, rubbing soft circles over his hand with his thumb. All seems right with the world.