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[chericos]

If you guys saw what type of madwoman I am in my notes app you would be either crying or concerned.

(Ended up wanting to share)

😭 I act like a child in my notes app but I just like to voice my inner thoughts

Half of these were written days ago at 4am on no sleep so bear with me and my maniacal ideas

(Comment if you think I should write this)

[slut4daviii]

character(s): i.hashibira

pt: 01/01

cw: phone sex, masturbating, voice kink, toys, overstimulation

summary: sleep, sometimes it was just so overrated.

a/n: fem-aligning | minors DO NOT INTERACT also, if anyone wants to request, imma make a masterlist inna a few hours.

title: a thump in the night

wc: 1200+

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“oh shit!” your voice trailed off, casually descending Inosuke’s walls, the mumbling of his own voice practically desensitized next to your hoarse, unwaveringly powerful tone.

he hissed out a groan, similar to you but much more needy. his fingers; index and thumb, came up to his pink nipples, rolling the bud between themselves. he let out an uncharacteristically soft moan, using his right hand to edge himself— stemming closer to his imminent orgasm

within his room, there was a soft humming noise, muted by the sound of your consciousness game noises, none of them being unfamiliarized to him. he heard the rapid gunfall, followed by hushed footsteps, then an unexpected burst of sound.

but what stuck out to Inosuke Hashibira was the sound of his own boyfriend. the way he would groan at each death, or suck in a quick breath to prepare himself to go around a corner, or even curse under each unprovoked breath.

another muffled moan left Inosuke, this time to the sound of you stretching. your voice was deep, almost lucrative in tone. and as each one of your joints popped, you would usher out a deeper more firm groan.

of course, in your case this wasn’t sexual by any measure. but Inosuke was a spectacle not too many people got to know. and for this reason.

you two had been dating for two years, and in that timespan, Inosuke had asked you to fulfill a few of his… fantasies.

the first being “[name]! oh [name]! I got an idea!” you should’ve left right there, but you didn’t, feeling obligated to listen to another one of your boyfriends dumb ideas. “you should fuck me!” was all he said. cut clean and dry, right? wrong. “you should handcuff my hands behind my back and wrap a collar around my neck!”

ok, not too unusual for him. it could be worse right?

“and do it while I’m hanging out of a window!”

you stopped, looking at him like he’d grown a second head. “what?”

expecting him to back down was the first of your mistakes, thinking that the muscular broad was going to back away from you. no, instead, he repeated his order request.

“you should handcuff me and fuck me while I’m hanging out that —he motioned to the window perched right in front of your door— “window with a collar around my neck, choking me and threaten to drop me!”

the word butchered into your mind, imagining what that would look like. it was pretty. but you shook your head. “Inosuke.” you started softly, “we live on the tenth floor.”

“I know! I know! it’ll make it more fun! and then people can see how good your dic—“ you placed your hand over his mouth.

“no.”

Inosuke whined against your hand, his eyes looking up at you full of lust and desire. “Inosuke, I’m not fucking you in a window.”

that was your second mistake. thinking that Inosuke would just take that. so, from that moment on, Inosuke would come up with a new idea everyday. each one more chaotic than the last.

and you would know, you kept a list in your phone. for education purposes obviously

WAYS AND PLACES TO FUCK INO-CHAN

hanging outside a window

in the middle of a mall

in front of his parents

(with tanjiro)

(with mr.tomioka)

(with mr.tengen)

(with mr.rengoku)

until he blacks-out (then keep going until he wakes back up)

when he’s doing laundry (specifically, he wants to get ‘stuck’ in the dryer and have me pound him until he’s came enough time to fill up a cup)

children’s playground

against a tree

on a train (let anyone join)

on a priest alter (on a sunday)

the produce aisle (so he can snack)

while playing the game

with a gun pointed at his head (NOT doing that)

gangbang with at least 10 people present, but only 5 have to join.

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Inosuke was a wild card, but who could blame him, whenever the two of you do fuck, he cums at least four times, making sure you do the same.

but right now, the —in his mind— greatest idea in the world had been bestowed upon him. phone sex

you were still playing your game, giving it your full attention, believing that Inosuke had fallen asleep several hours ago.

Inosuke on the other hand, pulled the vibrator from his hole, leaving it slightly agape, rapidly clenching around his any movement.

“[name]…” he called to you, the sound suppressed by a moan. “nhgm… [name]! I—I need you!”

your ear twitched, not knowing if you were a) hearing things, b) hearing your boyfriend, or c) hearing something from the game.

you took your headset off, it falling to your neck in one swift motion. you strained to hear the sound again, also looking for your phone. “where did I—“

“[name]! mgh!” slick sounds rang from the corner of your bed, followed by another row of heavy pants. “[name]… I wan’to see you!”

you finally found your phone, pulling it from under your blanket and stared at the sight blaring from your dimly-lit screen.

Inosuke, with his legs parted and fingers crossed into himself. he was blushing madly, sweat falling from every inch of his skin. “mghm! [name]! [name]! lemme— your cock! I wan’tsee your cock!”

you felt your pants swell at the intonation and words, he was panting heavily, lust practically dripping from every word that left his mouth. “In—“ you gulped back your words, fumbling to find the right ones. “I—Inosuke..”

the boy tilted his head back, the raspiness of your worn out voice hitting him like a truck “fughk! [n—name]! say again! talk t’me, please!”

again your cock grew, impatiently throbbing against the silk lining of your boxers. you didn’t know what to say, it was a bit of anomaly, usually Inosuke was the one speechless, bound and hanging by your every word, but now it was you.

“w—what do I say?”

Inosuke increased the speed of his hand, moving it along his length like the bullet of a shotgun. “an’thing! call m’slut! tell m’what yer gon’ do t’me!”

a flash of heat hit you, making you sharply inhale. you brought your hand behind you, finding your chair and sitting down. you pulled at the waist of your sweatpants, yanking your boxers off.

like a reanimated corpse, your dick sprang upwards, bobbing against your abdomen. by this point, Inosuke had noticed your quiet nature, thinking you went back to your game and tilted his head to look at his phone. it was perched up against something you couldn’t see, but when the two of you made eye contact, he came. his hole rapidly clenching then unclenching.

you propped your phone against your controller, moving quickly back to your painfully hard erection. you curled your fingers around your throbbing length and began tugging, feeling. like you could cum at any moment. “Ino, I need your voice. c’mon, talk to me.”

Inosuke shuddered, never moving from his revealing position. he looked at you through lidded eyes, watching as your hand traveled teasingly slow up and down your thick shaft, muzzling the tip in a full 360 spin before repeating.

“mgh! I want that! want daddy to fill m’up! wanna—“ he fell back panting, this stimulation from his screen too much. “want you in m’stomach. playing w’my organs. wanna clench around your big fat cock.”

Inosuke’s were only jumbled mumbles now, barely audible. but from what you could hear, you loved it, moving you hand faster, adding spin occasionally. it felt like your tip was on fire, begging to be released.

“c’mon babyboy, what’s my name?” you asked, your cum tickling up the middle of your shaft.

“d—daddy.” he mumbled, cock twitching with rigor. “you—you’re ngh! daddy!”

“oh yeah.” you croaked, your cock teetering on Inosuke’s every word. “say it again, cum for me, please.”

the word please made Inosuke weak in the knees, moving his three unused fingers to his empty hole and plunging them deep. he let out a string of moans, the sound instantly going to your cock.

“fu—“ you bit the insides of your cheek to suppress your moan, but the pleasure was too much— overpowering your body. “fughk! fuck! Ino-chan! haah! hah…” your orgasm maneuvered through your every vein, stars dancing within your blood vessels.

Inosuke was close, relentlessly thrusting his fingers into his hole “close! clo—“ his orgasm spoke faster, ripping forth from his slit, spraying thick, milky white ropes of semen all over himself. “ngkh! mgumh! fuhgck!” he seethed, the feeling too much.

another round of semen shot from him, this one not as powerful but just as plentiful, coating his chiseled abdomen and pubic hair, slowly trailing to his hole, outlining it in a temptation too strong to resist.

you picked up your phone and spoke with haste, “I’m coming over.”

assembling your things, you went straight to your bedroom door, hearing the click of a knob before a voice brought you to a screeching halt.

“[name], what the fuck was that?!”

your online friends, all clamoring over the sounds they’d just heard.

“fuck, you don’t know what you do to me, Inosuke.”

without another glance, you left your friends, blushing and talking amongst themselves about how you were masturbating.

“but… why was it hot—“ one said, earning a loud disturbance from the other two.

“SHUT UP!!”

[thesexydancingcrepe]

Modern day! Liu'er Macaque 🙊 ✨️ 💕

Liu'er is unbelievably happy to be reunited with his human 🫂 💗

Poor little carebear looks like he's been put through the ringer since Crepe last saw him. He's a little half & half little guy now ☯️

Liu'er surprisingly handled Crepe's absence a lot better than Wukong-

Wukong: IM NOT DEPRESSED! *still in pajamas at 3pm*

Liu'er: *Deadpan* sure, sure.... of course... *looks at messy room & disheveled appearance* ...of course

[wesleysniperking]

Head High | Chapter 23 excerpt (not yet published)

“Do they always do that?” Luffy asked. “Did they start doing that now?”

Usopp laughed. Just lie, Usopp. He doesn’t need to know how much of a whimp you are. You’re a burden. “That was a one time thing.”

Luffy wouldn’t let go of Usopp's hand. His eyes narrowed. “You’re lying.” He'd seen everything.

“No, I’m not.”

“You’re lying!” Luffy’s grip was hard; an iron-like (almost) death grip. “I should’ve done more than break his ribs.” He meant it. He really meant it.

“No, Luffy,” Usopp insisted, his hand started to throb. But if Luffy needed to hold his hand to not go and get into another fight. So be it. “You taught them a lesson, and I’m pretty sure they won’t be hurting me anytime soon.” Usopp laughed.

“But I didn’t notice when I should have,” Luffy said frustratedly. “I’m so stupid.”

Usopp shook his head quickly. “No, no you aren’t,” he adamantly said. “It’s not your job to protect me– “

“But you’re my friend,” Luffy insisted. “I’m not gonna stand here and do nothing.”

Maybe if Usopp really took the time to think about it, he’d finally understand that people’s definition of friendship was a lot more simple and nice than others. Why couldn’t he wrap his head around the fact that people genuinely took the idea of friendship seriously; with their full commitment? Of course, he’d never want to stop hanging out with Luffy and the others, but he didn’t have as much of a big head to think they’d want to keep him around for long. Maybe…maybe they’d start to realize he was an imposter. Or maybe Heracles was still paying them to be his friend. He’d never asked Heracles if he’d paid Nami–

“Wait,” Luffy said, even more pissed. “You don’t think I want to hang out with you?”

Usopp blanched. Was he that readable?

He could hear the bell ring in the background. Maybe that was his cue to leave. “No, it’s not like that…” He turned to walk off, but Luffy wasn’t having it. After all, he was still holding his hand.

“C’mon, talk to me.”

Usopp laughed nervously. He needed to divert his friend’s attention. “Luffy, um, if Heracles paid you and the others to be my friend…um, you can just lie to him. You don’t have to keep doing this if– “

“What the hell are you talking about?” Luffy pushed him. His facial expression was beyond angry. “Is that how you see us? Me?”

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[hedonistic-peacock]

Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 4: Sorted

Against your wishes, or rather, before they even asked for your opinion, Luffy and Ace had called all the places you worked and had reorganized your schedule. Not that you could give them credit for the new schedule, apparently Eustass had taken over that in the middle of the makeshift conference call the boys had set up and done most of the heavy lifting.

You weren't going to work at Robin's flower shop for the next week, and you only had a couple shifts at Sanji's café. No deliveries with Zoro - while Zoro was strong, the deliveries themselves were the issue. It was a security nightmare, and everyone was trying to keep you safe. Most of your shifts were going to be tucked in the back of Eustass' body shop doing bookkeeping and paperwork.

Easily defensible, and it kept you out of sight the most. Plus, you got to sit while you worked, and after the whole ordeal with Trouble and the Break-in at your place, you were actually relieved to be able to take it easy a little.

Two days later you were organizing the paperwork for Eustass' shop, humming a little song to yourself and starting to feel a little antsy. You'd had one short 2-hour shift at Sanji's shop to help with rush hour, and everything else had been here so far.

"Hey Mouse, how're you holding up in your new mouse hole?" Eustass asks, coming into the back office for the first time that day. He was covered in grease smears, and had a series of parts over one shoulder, wiping his grimy hands onto a nearly equally grimy rag.

"Starting to feel like I should risk the farmer's cat," You reply. "I don't mean to complain, but I'm basically in a friends-with-benefits relationship with house arrest."

Eustass snorts. "Sabo's out front, I'm sure you could convince him to go on a walk with you or something."

You sigh. "Nah, it'd just stress him out to be on high alert the whole time. The boys're doing me a huge favor, I should do my best to appreciate that."

"Yer not wrong, mouse." He goes back into work mode and had you retrieve some paper work for him. Better you than him, at least one of you had truly clean hands. Grinning inwardly, you started to wonder if maybe the reason Law had disdain for Eustass was because he was a germaphobe. It was a perk to have as a doctor, but on the other extreme you'd seen Eustass use glue on a cut, without washing it, and then go right back to whatever he was working on.

You swore the only reason he hadn't gotten a bad infection was because germs were afraid of him. He was a big, broad-shouldered, temperamental asshole – right until you really got to know him, then he wasn't much more than a big, sarcastic, lovable asshole. Protective too, you were sure he'd strong armed having you at the shop so much because if anything happened he wanted to be able to get his hits in.

"Alright, head up front, man the desk for me." Eustass says with a grin. "It's not a walk around the block, but it's a change of scenery, much as I can offer."

You grin. "Thanks Brimstone." You hear him grunt in response. Eustass didn't like being called Red, and after a delightful series of terrible nickname choices, you settled on calling his best friend Fire and him Brimstone. Like how you called Marco and Thatch, Marco Polo. Killer protested his name of Fire, but you told him unless he was going to tame that wild hair of his, that it technically suited him.

After you got settled in at the front desk, Sabo disappeared somewhere else. He'd told you before that it was easier for him to guard someone if no one was expecting there to be a guard. He wasn't the 'big burly guy in a suit meant to be a deterrent' kind of guard. He was more of a from the shadows kind of guard.

You helped a few people, but the morning stretched into afternoon and you were playing solitaire on the desk computer on the hardest settings you could set it to, just to keep your brain going. You'd already organized and tidied the entire front area, and had to threaten Heat and Wire to stop them from trying to help you. It was sweet they wanted to help, but you were trying to keep busy.

A yawn escapes you as the door chimes, signaling that someone was coming in. Sucking in a breath at the end of your yawn, you start coughing in surprise.

In walked seven feet of a tailored white suit, pastel pink tie, silver-rimmed glasses with red lenses, some of the blondest blonde hair you'd ever seen, and a smile that made you grateful your face was already red from choking on your own yawn. You put a hand up to keep him from speaking as he got the desk and took a drink of water.

Composing yourself, you lace your fingers together, and put on the best customer service smile you had, before it turned into a deep scowl.

"What in the actual fuck are you doing here, Trouble?" You yell, smacking your hands on the desk as his smile only got bigger. You'd yelled louder than intended, and there a knock on the glass separating the shop from the reception area. Looking over, you saw Eustass looking back, and you made a heart-shape with both your hands and then waved him off.

"Our ordeal came to a close, young lady." He says in a voice that was as dangerous as you expected it would be. "I would like to repay my debt."

Narrowing your eyes for a minute, you sigh in defeat. It shouldn't be surprising someone with his connections was able to find you, but it was still a little unnerving.

You're silent for a moment and then your face lights up. "Great, you can take care of whoever tossed my place." You say, knowing that if he found you here, he had to know about that incident as well.

His smile doesn't falter. "That matter has been resolved, but it was a personal issue for me, so I can't say I believe it to be satisfactory compensation."

"I didn't save you for compensation." You grumble.

"While I appreciate your altruism, young lady, I don't want to leave this matter unpaid."

Twitching, you snap back a reply with more bite than you intended. "I appreciate you're being polite, Trouble, but stop calling me 'young lady'."

He raises an eyebrow and something in his grin and almost purring voice makes your fight or flight response twitch. "Mmmm... Then how would you prefer I address you, Miss?"

The heat rises in your cheeks, as you realize you had walked right into that. Heavens above, you were willing to drag this smarmy bastard into the backroom and do unspeakable things to him. Really fun unspeakable things. He seemed like the right kind of guy for it too, you bet Trouble was 100% okay with non-commitment type relationships for the sake of mutual pleasure.

"(Y/N)," you admit in defeat. It would be a bigger battle of wills than you were up for to continue to dodge giving this man your name. Especially since you technically knew his, even if he had refrained from giving it to you directly. "So, can I assume it's safe for me to go back to my usual routine?"

He hums positively and nods along with it. "My apologies I wasn't efficient enough in dealing with my... friend, to avoid having caused you additional displeasure."

Oh no, he wasn't about to do what you thought he was.

"I would like to make up for that as well."

Fuck. Of course, he did exactly what you thought he was going to do.

You open your mouth to protest when he lowers his sunglasses and peers over the rims to meet your eyes in a steady gaze that causes you to close your mouth and mentally revisit the logistics of the backroom. People often dismissed brown eyes as boring, but you were certain at that point that people were fools.

"I do hope you don't intend to deny me the pleasure of giving my thanks, Miss (Y/N)."

(Y/N).exe has encountered an error. Your brain stops working for a second and your only clear thought is 'so that's how you hold the reins to an international organization at such a young age'. You couldn't return his gaze and had to look away before you were able to swallow and find your voice.

"I knew you were trouble." You grouse quietly, as you pull out a pen and tore a piece of paper from a nearby pad. You write down the address to Sanji's café along with a date and time. "My friend is an exceptional cook, and since you look like the refined type Trouble, I imagine afternoon tea is something you can acquiesce to?"

"Deciding all the details for me, Miss (Y/N), seems you are the type to take charge in all manner of situations." His tone was all business, but that mischievous grin played at the corners of his smile.

You let any possible innuendo slip right by you and your customer service smile. "I'm sure someone as in control of things as you are, can make it work."

Okay, it was a bit of a jab since your first meeting had been in the midst of his not being in control, but you hadn't been in control this whole conversation and you were annoyed. Annoyed enough to poke the bearest bear to ever wander into your life so far. It was probably safer to swear at Pops for a full hour than tease someone you didn't know much about, aside from the size of his... connections.

His smirk never falters. "I'm sure I can." He tucks the paper into a pocket on the inside of his suit jacket and turns to leave. "It's been a pleasure, Miss (Y/N), I look forward to our meeting."

One he was gone, you texted Marco, holding a finger up toward Kid before he even walked into the reception space.

(Y/N): Trouble™ just came into Eustass' body shop. Says he's sorted his internal issue. Can you get someone to go check my place?

After sending the text, you look over at Eustass, who'd been standing nearby. "Well, that's one problem down, I guess."

"No more being holed up in the back office then, mouse?"

"I'm free to steal the farmer's cheese again," you reply with your best smile. The running joke of you being a mouse, society being a farmer, and your cash stash being cheese had been going on for so long you'd forgot when it started. It was dorky as hell, but a good way to relieve tension with humor in times like these.

"S'almost a shame." Eustass says, reaching out with one grimy hand and ruffling your hair. "Was nice to have you caught in my shop for so long."

"Aww, I love you too, Red." you say, and laugh hysterically when he throws his oil rag in your face.

He reaches over to mock strangle you when your phone dings with a reply from Marco. Sabo's walked into the reception area at the same time, coming over to the desk and standing with you.

Marco: I'll head over myself. Told Pops. Any ideas?

"Any ideas? About what Marco?" You grumble.

"About how he found you here." Eustass answers and Sabo nods. Looking up you realized he and Sabo had been wondering the same thing. You had too, when you first started talking to him, but you'd forgotten by the end of the conversation.

Replying to Marco you spoke at the same time so you could answer everyone at once.

(Y/N): Nothing concrete. Figured him being him meant he had plenty of strings to pull. Pops said he was international.

Eustass raises his brow at that and gives a low whistle. He wasn't in the same circles as The Boys, but he was friends with you and Luffy, so he was aware of the kind of things Newgate and sons did. Kid might have what people would consider a gang of sorts, but it was just him and his friends who had built up the shop together. They labeled him boss at some point, and he's done a good job of it.

Sabo didn't say anything, but his face suggests you were probably right.

Marco: Fair.

Marco: Does it bother you?

Thinking about it for a second, you spoke your reply again, keeping them all in the loop of the conversation.

(Y/N): A tiny bit at first. But no, not really. Better to have people like you and him watching out for me than not, I suppose.

Marco replies with a heart and wink emoji that make you feel better.

"I know you like your space, (Y/N)," Sabo says as you smile at Marco's reply. "But I don't have anything else for today, so I can stay with you for a bit longer."

"I think I'd like that. Plus, everyone and their brother is worried about me still, so it'll keep everyone else from pestering me too soon." You admit, as Sabo smiles and Eustass grunts.

"You can log out and go run free if you want, mouse." Kid states, looking around the reception area. "We ain't been busy today, and there's not a lot of appointments left. I can shove Wire or Heat up front."

"I'll take you up on that. I've been feeling restless the last few hours." Everything went down Sunday early morning, your home got tossed that afternoon, and now it was Wednesday. The meeting with Doflamingo was this Friday. It had felt like an eternity, but everyone had come together to make it as painless as possible, and you had to admit – Mr. Donquixote worked fast. You'd expected to be stuck away from home and surrounded by bodyguards for at least a week or two.

The whole timetable left you little concerned. There was no way those wounds healed up in such a short amount of time. But there'd been zero indication he was in any sort of pain, or on any pain relievers, during your little tête-à-tête earlier.

As Sabo and you walked, you were sending out texts to the others. You let Robin know she could schedule you as needed, told Sanji about the meeting for Friday, asked Zoro if you could help at all tomorrow, and let Law know that your space invaders had been sorted. Sabo kept you from walking into people or traffic while you sent and received the small flurry of texts.

"Your first night back home," Sabo starts, an apologetic tone of concern in his voice. "You mind if Ace and I sleep over?"

Without Luffy around, Ace and Sabo were comparatively mellow, and two of the lightest sleepers among all the boys. Ace slept so lightly he'd often power nap throughout the day because he wasn't actually getting good rest at night. Sabo was so devoted to his role in the family that you'd seen him snatch a nerf dart out of the air before when Luffy and you tried to get him in his sleep.

"Sabo, you're being considerate."

"I'm trying." He smiles.

You laugh at his response. Sabo was always considerate, almost too considerate sometimes, but right now it was nice.

"Yeah, actually, I think having people I've invited over myself and in my space with me for a night will make it a lot easier to be there on my own later." Putting an arm around his shoulder causing him to hunch down a little to accommodate you. "Speaking of sleep overs, did you finally give that girl Koala the flowers Robin suggested?"

Sabo turns red surprisingly fast and looks away. "I... kind of." He pulls his newsie style cap down over his face. "I gave her some apple blossoms."

"I prefer you before all?" you question, making sure you was remembering Robin's The Language of Flowers board that decorated her shop correctly.

Sabo nods.

"Aww, you adorable little rapscallion, you!" You ruffle his hat as he protests, slipping out from under your arm to fix his hair and hat. "I'm proud of you."

[emo-nova]

Platonic Modernish Stobin where they both listen to the magnus archives as their way of having a spooky month-like Marathon where they actually feel something other than fear in October.

Robin found it first and dragged Steve into it with the pull of sweets and the promise of keeping her side of the car clean.

[calaathmaza]

Re: TC/IP-T- What would the two of them be doing in a modern AU? Obvi there are a lot of theatrical or musical possibilities for Pel-Thenhior, but would Celehar be a catholic priest? A private investigator? An undertaker? I'm not sure. Alternatively, I love to think about them as grumpy old men in an established relationship.

*cries in emails* I'm so sorry idk how I missed this

maybe this is a boring take, but...the cemeteries of amalo verse is already kind of modern to me? at least for the purposes of translating their occupations, I think iäna would still be an opera director and thara would still be a witness or at least some kind of clerical detective. if we're talking about an our-world au, i see him in death care (or a PI as you said) or maybe both?? babygirl is certainly a workaholic whatever universe he's in<3

man now i'm just imagining the insanely experimental kind of productions iäna would put on lmao. budget permitting he would not leave out a single element of design available to him

and YES grumpy old men in an established relationship for SURE. with a porch, even. on which to sit together and watch the sun go down while they pet their own kitties. (who were once strays. and then they adopted them. all of them.)

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It was a cool winter day, the kind of weather where it's just cold enough to throw on a zip-up and some festive socks. You were especially excited because it was the first day of December, Christmas music finally aired on the radio and the streets were filled with festive decor.

On a day like this, you'd usually take a joy ride around town to look at the festivities with some hot coffee but instead, you found yourself serving the coffee.

Your school and some others thought it was a great idea to host an event at a local ski resort to help raise money for the school and help the economy. You weren't going to go but all of your friends were and you couldn't bare being left out.

So, instead of sitting in your warm car, you were sitting in a freezing train car with other morning commuters. Some were barely awake, others were leaning over their significant other taking a quick snooze and you were in the middle listing to Christmas music in your cheap earbuds.

You pulled your jacket closer to you as you shivered wondering why there wasn't any heating installed and waited for your stop.

You lived in Mondstadt and had to take the train to liyue for your job, the commute would take 30 minutes in your car but taking the train ensured you'd get an extra couple minutes of sleep and, you got to skip traffic.

You looked out the train car's windows and just took in the beauty of the morning, the clouds covering the entire sky and blocking out the sunlight, if you didn't know better you'd still think it was night.

After the coldest 15 minutes of your life, you finally saw the train doors open to the 7th street station

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You scrolled through your phone while on break, occasionally taking a sip of your hot drink. On your first day of work, you were just going to quit and go back to your warm blankets but the free drinks were a perk that made you stick around.

You'd only been working for a solid week so you couldn't help but wonder when you'd run out of drink combinations. Today's concoction was a mix of coffee and hot cocoa with some vanilla. You saw a customer order it earlier so you decided to try some yourself and it was delicious.

Your mindless scrolling was interrupted by your co-worker barging into the break room and throwing her belongings on the table while quickly clocking in. Your eyes widened at the scene that was being displayed in front of you, it wasnt often you saw her stressed.

Her sudden urgency disappeared after she clocked in as she leaned her forehead against the wall to catch her breath.

"Nice seeing you too," you said in a teasing tone while sipping your coffee-cocoa mixture.

The purple-headed girl shot you a glare before going into the bathroom to change her clothes.

You checked the time on your phone to see your break flew by faster than expected, it ended two minutes earlier.

You lazily got up out of your chair and stretched, your bones making a satisfying cracking noise. You took a deep breath before walking out of the break room immediately greeted with the scent of coffee and the sound of bickering customers.

You walked up to the cash register and waved your other co-worker, Charlie,  away so you could run it. He said something along the lines of "Where the fuck is Rosaria my shift ended 10 minutes ago." under his breath.

All you did was shrug as he stomped into the break room. The first customer that greeted you was a young man that was around the same age as you, maybe a little younger? His outfit was always adorable you couldn't help but compliment them.

Today he was dressed in a white sweater with a green shirt over it with some kind of insignia on it. All matched with dark green pants. His hair had green highlights and he always wore it up in two braids.

This wasn't the first time you'd seen him, he came in every day at the same time ordering the same drink, you had yet to try it but it always intrigued you with its vibrant green color. He always ordered a Matcha latte and occasionally ordered a bakery item with it.

That latte was the first drink you memorized because of how often he came in.

As you handed him his latte you hesitantly complimented his shirt. His eyes lit up at the unexpected compliment.

"Thanks!! You're the first person to notice but I designed it myself," he announced with pride.

You played along with it and asked more about it, he explained that he made it for his band which consisted of Him and two girls named Barbra, and Xinyan. As much as you wanted to grab a table and speak with him for the rest of your shift you couldn't.

You said your goodbyes and he wrote down his number and his name on a napkin before he left. You couldn't help but blush a little at the kind gesture.

You shoved the Napkin in the pocket of your apron before tending to more patrons before your co-worker came out the back.

"Well that didn't take long at all," you said sarcastically while making a coffee.

"It was only like 10 minutes," Rosaria said while tending to the cash register.

After a while, the orders coming in started to slow down and you and Rosaria ended up talking about various customers that caught our eyes while occasionally asking the remaining customers how they were doing.

"Y/N!"

"Y/N!!"

Rosaria scream-whispered to you while you were wiping down some tables. "What?!" You scream and whispered back to her, "Blueberries here~" She said teasingly. You blushed at her words. Blueberry, is the code name for your mall crush. Rosaria always teased you about it but, you knew she liked him too I mean, who wouldn't?

He walked in and the restaurant was dressed in his scent. He always wore this strong cologne, just by the smell you could tell it was expensive. He walked up to the bakery case and crouched down scanning over the selection of pastries held inside.

He held his hand up to his chin pretending to think about his item of choice. He stood up and asked Rosaria what she would recommend. His words were smooth like honey you were mesmerized by them alone. If he told you to jump off a bridge you'd do it without hesitation.

"Hm? What I would get, id recommend you ask her, she has quite the sweet tooth," she said giving you a small smirk. You mouthed the word "NO" before he turned to face you. Cold blue eyes pierced your soul as you felt yourself freeze up. "What does a cute thing like yourself order?" He said with a smirk.

You felt your face heat up and your heart beat faster at his kind words but, a part of you couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic. "Uhm I would order the uh blueberry muffin." You said sheepishly trying your hardest to maintain eye contact. "Sounds great, I'll get two." The man said while turning back to the counter.

"Do you want that warmed up?" Rosaria asked while glancing at you, giving you a 'nice going' look. You mouthed a quiet 'shut up' before looking back at the table you were previously wiping.

You continued to eavesdrop on Rosaria and "Blueberries" conversation. He stuck around for a minute still talking to her, not even sparing you a glance. Though, you didn't think anything of it.

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Stargirl: Hand in marriage 💍 😍

Y/N: Bett, when the reception 😉

Wolfgang: Pretty.

Prinzessin der verurteilung: it seems that the two of you could be deemed gorgeous.

Rosaria: "she's my best friend yeah we not a couple."

Y/N: "she's a rock star she's a sex symbol."

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Commander Handsome by Erwins_eyebrows

Modern AU. Eruri. One shot. Hange pimps out Erwin for charity.

Fast, funny and sexy. Zeke is briefly mentioned once, but it's the only time where I've liked him. He sets off a chain reaction which brings Erwin and Levi together.

[filhadoboto]

Chapters: 1/1 (General Audiences) Relationships: The Darkling | Aleksander Morozova/Alina Starkov, Baghra & Alina Starkov & Genya Safin

Characters: Alina Starkov, Genya Safin, Baghra (The Grisha Trilogy), The Darkling | Aleksander Morozova

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Fluff, Pregnancy, Engagement, Baghra is the dad from My Big Fat Greek Wedding, 'Get married make babies'

Summary: Alina meets her neighbor Baghra’s attractive son when he comes to help his mother recover from surgery.

[writtenbymoonflower]

Hello hello !!!

I hope you are doing fantastic <3

Could I request a poly!marauders x reader where reader randomly faints in the middle of class after complaining that she felt a little dizzy and the boys comforts her ? (I have no idea if you already wrote for this, if so, I apologize !!)

Lots of love <33

Hi lovely! This isn't super saccharine with the comfort, I hope that's okay! poly!marauders x fem!reader, mondern!au

cw: fainting, swearing

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You sat on the bench outside of your classroom, a half-eaten granola bar crumbling onto your lap when James all but fee-fi-fo-fummed down the hallway towards you, still flushed after rushing here in the middle of practice. 

“Jamie! Be quiet.” You scolded, cutting your eyes towards the open classroom door, the lecture still in progress. 

“Are you okay? Did you fall? Did you hurt yourself?” He knelt in from of you, checking for injury. 

“I’m fine. I was by my chair, my deskmate caught me.” He didn’t look very relieved. 

“What happened, sweetheart?” He pulled his phone out, typing in a number. 

“I just felt a bit dizzy, I have since this morning.” You started. James put his phone down when Remus and Sirius walked through the glass doors. 

“We’ve got the car pulled around.” Sirius scrambled his words out, rushing to you. 

“Remus! Don’t you have work today?” You whisper-scolded. He just rolled his eyes. You went to stand up but all the boys flinched. 

“Careful!” James’ hands shot out to gently push you back down. “Don’t get up too fast.” He beckoned Sirius to cage you on the other side. 

“I was able to walk out of the classroom just fine on my own.” You still took hold of James’ arm and allowed him to walk you out. 

“You’re feeling okay now though, right?” Sirius’ tone was laced with anxiety. 

“I’m perfectly fine.” You reached for him with your free hand.

“Do you know why you fainted?” Remus asked as he pushed the heavy door open, leading you straight to the car. You and James climbed into the backseat, Sirius in the front (it was just like him to never give up his shotgun seat), and Remus driving.

“No.” You could sense the downturn of his mouth without even having to see. “But I’m sure it’s nothing major.” 

“Um, babe.” Sirius was half concern and half sass. “I’m pretty sure that fainting without an apparent reason is very fucking concerning.” You were about to respond but James got there first.

“Why don’t we just backtrack.” He turned to you. “Did you sleep all right last night, angel?” You nodded. “Did you eat today?” You nodded again. “What did you have?” 

“Toast.” You responded. 

“Just toast?” Remus asked severely. 

“It was two pieces. And it’s only just past noon.” You reasoned. He looked displeased but didn’t argue more. James took that as permission to continue his gentle interrogation. 

“Did you have water with that, lovely?” He looked at you, an air of knowingness in his gaze. You rolled your lips in shame. Sirius turned around in his chair to look at you aghast. You knew that Remus was preoccupied with you, since he did not lecture him on seat belt safety. 

“Baby! We literally talked about this yesterday.” 

“Oh like you’re any better.” You scoffed. “If I remember correctly you were also being lectured yesterday.”

“Oi! My water bottle is half empty right now I’ll have you know.” He huffed and turned back around dramatically. You could see Remus rolling his eyes in the rearview mirror. 

“Back on topic please.” He scolded. James took the mantle back. 

“Angel, I think you probably fainted because you were dehydrated.” He said gently. 

“And because you didn’t have a proper breakfast.” Remus scolded. James gave him a look begging for patience and dug through his gym bag. He fished out a full bottle of water and a protein bar. 

“This isn’t much but it will do until we can get some decent food in you.” He handed them over, squeezing your shoulder affectionately. You rolled your eyes, pretending that you weren’t actually very hungry and thirsty. You drank the water in just a few large gulps. 

“Someone’s thirsty.” Sirius deadpanned. 

“Yeah, you. For attention.” You sassed. He turned around, squawking indignantly and swiping at you like a cat. You tried to kick him from your seat but Remus caught your foot. 

“Can you please refrain from fist fighting until we are out of the moving vehicle?” He was trying (and failing) to sound reprimanding. You grumbled. 

“You shouldn’t be fist fighting with the sick and injured anyway, pads.” James said, placing a hand on your thigh. It was Sirius’ turn to grumble. 

“Alright, fine.” Sirius said, faux indigent. “But the minute you’re better, it’s on dolly.”

[hedonistic-peacock]

Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 7: Imagination

Zoro's friend Usopp showed up, with Zoro, at 10am on Saturday. You all sat down and talked about options and modifications and what Usopp could and couldn't install. When you started asking him about possible off-the-record modifications, Usopp seemed to get uncomfortably nervous about the idea, so you let it drop.

By the end of the conversation, you'd agreed to a few things, and had set a date for Usopp to come back, along with Zoro again, to get it all installed. Usopp left and Zoro stayed behind for a little while.

"He seemed completely determined to not once be in the house with me by himself." You muse, handing Zoro a beer and sitting in the recliner.

"I told him about the time the jack failed in Eustass' shop and you lifted the car off Wire." Zoro says. "I think he's worried you'd break him in half. He's a good guy, but he's skittish."

You laugh, half-grumbling about it, "Eustass wouldn't shut up about it for a month, and I swear my arms were noodles for a week after. I couldn't do it again though. It was pure adrenaline and nothing else. But that's why there's a strict multi-jack policy in place at the shop now."

"Still," You muse putting your own drink to your lips and taking a gulp. "I can't imagine people being afraid of me. I barely clear 60 inches, Eustass calls me mouse, for fuck's sake."

"(Y/N)." Zoro is giving you a look.

"Yeah, okay. I get it, I get it." Zoro had almost joined Pops' crew, and he was best friends with Luffy. You knew each other because you grew up around the boys – specifically, you grew up around them learning how to fight and as such had learned how to defend yourself. Thatch said you could've made money doing MMAs and boxing if you'd wanted, but while you didn't dislike fighting, you didn't have a passion for it.

"Besides, Eustass only calls you Mouse because he's half a mountain on his own."

You almost choke. "Yeah, I used to think the only person who had more presence was Pops, but Zoro if you ever get to meet this Donquixote guy, he makes Eustass look short."

Zoro raises an eyebrow. "Gonna let someone new in?"

"Eh." You shrug and take another drink, a ring of the doorbell gets your attention and you set your drink down and go to answer the door. "I suppose it has been a long time."

A young man with blonde hair in bike shorts, a tight t-shirt, and heels is standing on the porch with a suitcase. You tilt your head at him in confusion and he smiles.

"Young master said to deliver this package to you, Miss (Y/N)." He states cheerfully.

"Oh! Oh, right. Yeah, thank you, uh?"

"Dellinger, Miss (Y/N)."

"Dellinger." You smile. "Killer heels, kid, sweet outfit too."

Dellinger's face lights up and he bounds off the porch and back to the bike he'd apparently ridden to get here. Kid had legs like Sanji's. Well, less hairy, but he looked like he could knock someone senseless with a well-placed kick.

Zoro raises an eyebrow after you close the door.

"Tomorrow I am being repaid for saving the latest stray." You explain, tilting your head up and putting on an air of haughtiness. "I kept refusing, and this was the compromise – he gets a day of my time, and I'm sure I'm going to get a couple free meals out of it." Setting the suitcase on the floor, you pop it open and look inside.

"Clothes?" You mutter, holding up a pair of new comfy looking sweatpants. "I guess tomorrow has a dress code, and he wanted to be sure I could comply. Ah, a letter."

Miss (Y/N),

I was unsure if your recent uninvited guests had damaged anything you may need for our time together tomorrow, so please forgive me for ensuring you would have the items required.

Below that was a list of things included and when you were expected to utilize them. A shirt and sweatpants set for a relaxing breakfast, a swimsuit with an additional note that you didn't need to participate in swimming if it would be uncomfortable. There was a nice dress for an evening dinner, and all the required accessories along with it.

You took out the dress and held it up against yourself, standing up and giving it a look over. It was modest and quite beautiful, a gradient lavender that deepened into dark purple at the bottom. The accents and embellishments weren't over the top, and it was the right length.

Zoro lets out a low whistle.

"Right?" You agree. "Man's got taste, I'll admit." You carefully return it to the suitcase. "I'm not even going to be surprised if this all fits like a glove either."

"It's not at all unsettling?"

"Honestly, no it's not." You shrug. "It's almost flattering to be paid attention to so closely. Now, if things go south and I want to leave and he turns into a stalker, then it'll be less flattering." You clarify. "But if it gets to that point, I have a good idea of what he's capable of and I'll be able to plan what I need to do more effectively."

Zoro grunts, and you assume he's agreeing with your point.

"Hm?" You look back down at the letter and realize there's more on the back after the list of items and the notations beside them. Laughing, you read it out loud, doing your best Doflamingo impression.

"If anything isn't up to your exacting standards, my dear, please call the number below and I'll be sure to meet your requirements." You laugh. "My exacting standards, huh? What a delightfully smarmy bastard."

Zoro doesn't say anything, but you catch the smirk he tries to hide behind his drink.

"Shut up." You quip.

"I didn't say anything."

"You pantomimed with that smirk. I heard it – er, saw it." You grouse, and then your face splits into a devious grin. "I wonder what dear old dad would think about this." The dripping sarcasm in your voice makes it obvious you're not referring to Pops.

Zoro was quiet for a moment. "When's the last time you talked to him?"

"It's still been fifteen years." You admit. "If he even knows I'm alive, I'd be surprised."

"You're not worried about this 'Mingo guy sorting out who he is?"

"No." You sit back down now that you've tucked the suitcase back into its original state. "If things get serious I was going to tell him anyway. Besides, what good would knowing do? My father would shoot me through the head if it resulted in just one more criminal off the streets.

"Besides, Pops and the boys are better family, even if it's all unofficial."

You finished your drinks quietly before Zoro leaves. It's mid-afternoon, and you find you'd pulled yourself into a downer of a mood reminiscing about your biological father. You pull out your phone and turned it over in your hands for a moment, wondering who you could call to distract yourself, when you smile.

Typing in the "Unknown Caller" number that had appeared last night you sent a text.

(Y/N): I commend your taste in attire, and graciously accept your altruism.

You smile as you hit send, you feel like 'altruism' isn't a word often associated with Doflamingo. The cover company Smile does have some charity donations done on its behalf, but almost every business does that nowadays to at least seem caring.

You save his number into your contact under 'Trouble' and get a reply shortly after.

Trouble: I am hardly altruistic.

Chuckling, you notice more coming in, so you give him a moment to continue.

Trouble: If I were truly altruistic, I would've accepted your desire that I leave your debt unpaid.

(Y/N): Ah, so tomorrow is for your own selfishness as well?

Trouble: Indeed, though I believe you will enjoy it.

(Y/N): Not much of a payment if there's that much pleasure for you.

You grin at your own cheekiness. The one drink wasn't enough for you to be able to blame it on the alcohol, but ruffling this guy's feathers was fun even while sober. The longer you interacted with him the more you wanted to push him off his game. He was too calm, too collected, too aggravatingly cool.

You wanted to hear him stammer or see his jaw go slack just once. Maybe twice.

Trouble: Then I will simply have to try harder after tomorrow to see you repaid properly.

Okay, one drink on an empty stomach might have been too much, because you could feel yourself sober up at the implication of his text. It took you longer to form a reply than you had liked.

(Y/N): Proper repayment would've been no repayment. Tomorrow is the compromise.

His only response was the sunglasses emoji, and the lop-sided smirk on the simple graphic seemed to say far more than intended. You could feel yourself being hunted, and you weren't entirely sure you wanted to evade it.

If you didn't cool your jets before tomorrow, you were going to be a mess of sensitive skin and red cheeks. You had been glad to know that while some of your more embarrassing toys had been discovered, they hadn't been tossed like everything else. Whoever Doflamingo's traitor had been, gods rest his corpse at this point you're sure, they had at least had the good sense to leave your battery-operated boyfriends alone.

Because of that, you were certain that whoever tidied up in here had also had the good sense to be discreet or leave the box alone completely. Either way, you were relieved to find that everything was how you had left it.

After an impressive number of rounds you extracted yourself from the bed and went about cleaning up yourself and the toys. you weren't sure it had the desired effect, however, since you kept hearing his voice rumble in your ears while you were failing to imagine any other scenario. You even tried to picture Law instead. You hadn't done anything like that together, but he was good looking.

Okay, he was hot, he was super-hot, and if he wasn't a cranky over worked bastard with his own family ties, you probably would've done something like that at some point. But while your imagination had started out the right way, you very quickly found yourself in the clinic room with Doflamingo, already shirtless, managing to look delicious even under harsh light.

Even your own mind is betraying you.

[eldragon-x]

On that subject, I brought up before that putting Siffrin in a modern setting is cruel because you're putting him into a world that has light pollution but I think you can actually genuinely use that as part of them being cut off from their culture. Unfortunately I'm not interested enough in mondern AUs to utilize it.

[dealiainstitute]

The blue-haired professor sucked in a small breath as the other licked over his member. The large tip throbbed slightly. A shattered moan left when she started to bob her head up and down his cock. He watched as the other touched herself, his half-lidded eyes filled with lust for the younger student. Serrell undid her blouse and opened it up. One free hand moved over her breast while the other gripped her head and helped her along.

Working Around Security

Jade had been a notorious student, always rebellious, back talking teachers, it was honestly a miracle that she was never expelled or given any harsh punishments more than detention after school. Nonetheless the redhead let herself into the detention room as she sighed loudly and dramatically as she walked over to her seat and plopped her ass down in the chair as she kicked her feet up on the desk. She was in the room for about 30 seconds now and she wanted out like yesterday. She looked at the ceiling trying to figure out an answer as she then looked at who was overseeing the detention room.

Her mind began to run through a few ideas but none of them were sticking as she sat at her desk not even bothering to even make an attempt at the homework given out to her. All that was in her mind was how to get out of the room and fast.

@dealiainstitute

[punkeropercyjackson]

Reasons why Kataang is a good ship

Poc4Poc m/f with the girl being darker,which combats the colorist idea that dark skin=masculine/male

The boy in it is a soft ray of sunshine who's a pacifist by virtue of being a buddhist and femme with his gf never making fun of him for it and instead finding it attractive

And the girl is feminine but not in a sanitized way and actively works to reclaim for herself against misogyny and is super strong-willed,assertive,snarky and a punk with her bf finding that attractive

Adultified kid x Kid who acts extra silly to cope with trauma and helps them feel like their age too by getting them to join them

Really cute canon aesthetic(blue x orange/'Excuse me,he asked for veggie burger!'energy with their height difference/Aang's shaved head for poc reasons and Katara's long fancy hair for her own heritage)and an equally cute one in mondern aus(Pastel punk x Regular punk)

They LITERALLY do activism together as like half their dynamic

Katara isn't forced to like Aang back and he lets her go at her own pace

And when he does mess up,it's shown for what it is and he feels bad and grows from it

Aang was Katara's hope for a better world for her people♡

Their feelings get pointed out sometimes but by people who it makes sense to know it instead of based of amatonormativity

Their daughter is the franchise's first canon lesbian and it's also canon that they instantly loved and supported her when she came out to them so KATAANG SAYS GAY RIGHTS BABEY

A fandom thing but wether you ship Kataang as your only canon couple or love all of them,there's plenty of content for both!!Maiko with a side of Kataang?Decades worth of content!You feeling like some Kataang with your Zukka?There's a high chance you'll get not only that but t4t Kataang specifically too!!And we're a rare breed but Ty Luko and Kataang in the same verse is a really fun concept that i'll be happy to talk about if asked!

And another fandom thing is that bloggers who call out gross people and have a firm grasp on the show while still not treating it as perfect and giving it rightful critisism and make the especially cute,funny and/or culturally accurate content are almost always Kataang shippers!!Seriously,they're a big reason i love the ship so much,K/A stans are genuinely one of the best kinds of people i've ever had the pleasure of meeting

You're more than welcome to add on!

[kittytale-i-do-what-i-want]

more mondern hazbin au

here's a drawing of most of the gang including another oc!