#navy past

[thefaiao]

Recent Links, after playing Lttp and OoT (in that order. I wanted to try giving Oot Link the pink hair... it's good but I think I can make it work even better eventually. Started Majora, but it'll be a bit till I finish it. I love these games! Good game is good, who knew.

[that-g3-artist]

Fairy boys

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[retrogamingblog2]

Zelda Bottled Fairy Charms made by yellercrakka

[storusangel]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴅɪᴀɢɴᴏꜱɪꜱ: in dire need of mean!gojo :(

ʟᴀᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴꜱ:

mean!satoru (dosage unknown)

daddy dom!satoru (dosage unkown)

bffs older brother!gojo (1.5k mg)

ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴꜱ:

tutor!satosugu (4.5k mg)

impact play w satosugu (dosage unknown)

ᴘʜᴀʀᴍᴀᴄʏ

ꜱᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ

©storusangel any and all forms of modifications, reposts, and translation of my work are prohibited.

[godwantsit]

[tom-whore-dleston]

My Only Angel

Pairing ▹ boss!Harry Styles x f. reader

Genre ▹ smut

This fic contains ▹ boss x employee relationship, daddy kink, praise kink, office sex, dry humping, finger sucking, mention of blowjob, scratching, hickies, Harry gets cockblocked

Word Count ▹ 1.1k

Summary ▹ pt. 2 of Not a Typical Boss

Notes ▹ Here is my very late submission for @the-slumberparty's Blast from the Past (week 2) challenge. I missed writing for Harry and I had fun revisiting one of my earlier fics ♡ Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed!

After spending the three-day weekend with Harry, you had some bounce to your step upon arriving at work. Your coworkers stared at you in bewilderment, unable to recognize this uber happy version of you. Memories of your time at Harry’s place filled your head as you typed away at your computer. 

All of a sudden, your desk phone began to blare that annoying ringtone. You sighed, picking up the phone and bringing it to your ear. 

“Yes?” 

The sound of the secretary’s voice echoed through the other side of the phone. “Mr.--I mean Harry–would like to see you in his office immediately.”

“Got it. Thanks, Kandice.” As you hung up, you bit back a giddy smile, thinking of seeing Harry again. Never mind the fact that you showed up to work from his house. You smoothed out your dress and reapplied your lipstick before stepping out of your office. 

Harry’s door was wide open once you reached his office space. His feet were propped on his desk and he mindlessly twirled a pen in his hand. He must have sensed you since he whipped his head around, a devilish smile plastered on his gorgeous face. His eyebrows motioned towards the door, and you shut and locked it behind you. 

You wasted no time in rushing towards him, climbing onto his lap with each leg locked by his hips. Muffled giggles left your mouths as you held each other on his rotating chair. His lips attached to your face, leaving gentle kisses all over.

“Miss me already?” You teased, as Harry kissed down your neck. He smirked against your skin coated in concealer. Your boss gave you no mercy this weekend when he littered your body with hickies. This morning, you desperately applied makeup over the hard-to-cover parts of your body. All of that work went to waste as Harry swiped his lips over the concealer, revealing bits of the bruises.

“Can you blame me, darling?” He mumbled, his fingertips tracing over your marks before landing underneath your chin. “Besides, I need a little stress relief before my meeting.” 

Then, he pulled you towards him to kiss you passionately. You both smiled and hummed into the kiss, deja vu kicking in as your lips danced along one anothers. Your core instantly grew wet and you subconsciously rutted your hips against his. Harry moaned into your mouth, allowing you to slip your tongue past his lips. He lifted your tight dress up to your waist, revealing your bare thighs and p to him. 

“Good girl, you remembered my rules.”

“I just want to be good for you, daddy.”

“Oh, I do love the sound of that.” His ring covered hand lightly wrapped around your neck, pulling you into another heated kiss. Your rosy lipstick smeared around his face, but he could care less. All that mattered to him was how much he could relish his fill of you before his meeting.

While his hand caressed your neck, you fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest which was also covered in your love bites. With your lips still on his, you raked your nails  down to his abdomen, creating red scratches over his tatted form. You had experimented this tactic with him in bed, and the reactions you pulled from him would be ingrained in your mind for eternity.

“Fuck, baby girl!” A growl erupted from his throat before firmly grasping your hips, guiding them over his clothed cock. You whimpered louder than you wanted, earning a hard smack on your ass. 

“Quiet, baby. Did you forget we’re not at home?” You pouted at him, which he quickly learned was your way of apologizing for being disobedient. Harry stroked your face before shoving his thumb into your mouth. 

“Can you be a good girl and suck my thumb?” He muttered seductively, causing your pussy to throb. You nodded, only to be met with another spank, the sting biting a little harder than the last one.

“Try again, but with your words, baby.”

You murmured with his thumb still in your mouth. “Yes, daddy, I can be good for you.”

Harry smiled before placing a tender kiss on your forehead. “Much better. Go ahead and keep grinding that little pussy on me.” You rolled your hips over him, feeling him harden underneath you. He wrapped his free arm around your torso, closing the space between you and him. This allowed you to grind harder on him and suck his thumb with more need. His cyaneous eyes fixated on your pink lips the same way he’d watch you sucking his cock.

“God, that’s fuckin’ good!” Harry groaned in a hushed voice. This motivated you to go faster, in hopes to reach that sweet release. The pleasure began to fill your lower belly as your wetness coated Harry’s slacks. 

Harry furrowed his eyebrows in frustration. He yanked his thumb out of your mouth before gripping your ass and controlling your movements over his lap. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, muffling your moans into his collar bone.

“Oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum like that, daddy!” You cried into his skin. 

“Yeah, baby girl? You gonna cum for daddy?” He chuckled lowly. “You like being my little fuck doll?”

“Yes, I love it, daddy!” The desperation cracked in your voice as your clit rubbed over his length. “Please, make me cum, please!”

Harry didn’t need to say anything before he started rocking into you while still working you on top of him. Breathy grunts fell from his mouth as his abs tightened with pleasure. His fingers  dug into your hips as you slammed against each other repetitively. Before either of you could hit your high, the same ringtone that tipped you off cloud nine earlier filled the room.

“Fuckin hell!” Harry cursed under his breath, throwing his head back. He flashed you an remorseful look and you reassured him with a peck on his lips. Your boss quickly gained his composure back before answering the call. 

“How can I help you, Kandice?” You could hear the woman’s sing-song voice, reminding Harry of his meeting that will start in ten minutes. He thanked her before setting the phone down. Somberness dawned over his face for a slight second until he peered into your eyes, making him more at ease.

“Looks like we’ll have to pick up where we left off on our lunch break.” You nodded enthusiastically, and helped him look presentable for his meeting. Glancing up and down his tall frame, your heart fluttered and heat rushed to your cheeks. How did you get so lucky in stealing your boss’ heart?

“Thank you for helping me destress and clean up, darling.”

“Anything for you, daddy.” You shared one last kiss before watching him walk out of his office.

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[starlight-eclipsed]

For a moment, Dark isn’t in the forest at all. The water soaking the grass and his clothes becomes that of a shallow bottomless lake, with him fallen onto the solid surface.

I am once again recommending that people go read A Dark Among the Lights by LuckyLectio on AO3.

Dark's sarcastic commentary has returned, though it appears to have come at the cost of his self preservation. Everything is fine (:

[arsenicflame]

i think the thing for me about edizzy is the potential of it all- we know they have history together, but we don't know what it is, how long it went on for, what it meant for them. there's endless possibilities there to explore, and any of them could be real! or not! but theres so much to explore with them and its so fun to imagine all the what-if's and could-have-beens of their relationship

[ezlo-x]

been trying to figure out how to draw Navi as a palico :] she's a lil sweetheart i wished monhun rise had more bug themed armor cause she's had this bnahabra armor for a while now

[scamperin-shroom]

The Ultimate Yapper

I drew these back when I was playing Ocarina of Time. 20 years later and Navi still manages to get on my nerves. I couldn't wander off in peace for a second without her telling me my main objective. Please, Navi, I want treasure first. Zelda is a strong girl. She can wait a few more minutes 🥺

I don't hate Navi btw haha. I admire her character and what she represents

[navy-leader]

Fighting is a huge part of stick culture

[pollyna]

What makes Sarah cry harder than she would have thought she would during Tom's funeral is the absence of the Annapolis ring. She knew she lost Tom way before the cancer and way before the divorce, but still, that piece of jewellery was with him since the day she met him and he never took it out of his hand.

It's a lost ring until she doesn't start seeing a glimpses of it one day, when Maverick starts coming around to fix this and that - from the door of the garden house to that stupid window Tom sweared he called the handyman to repair it. Sometimes Bradley is there with him, but most of the time, he's around alone, and she is flattered, how could she not be when Pete Mitchell looks like that on the verge of his sixties?

But then, she sees the shape of it when Pete is moving a particularly heavy pot, and then it's the particular colour of the gem that stands against his white t-shirt but all she can think is that it's all a big enough coincidence.

Until she doesn't find him, sitting behind Tom's desk and playing with his ring and she wants to be furious with him because that's her late husband's ring and what right has he to wear it? What right he has to be in her life and flirt with her while he's wearing something like that?!

She feels like she is going to scream and kick him out and demand the ring back because what the actual- Pete's voice is soft and even if Sarah can only see his hands and the ring she knows he's crying.

"It- it's good to be around here. Not the same, never the same, but you're less far away. It doesn't make sense, but most of the times even your face didn't make sense, and yet, here we are. You said it would have helped but you know what I see, everytime I remember I'm wearing it? The day on the beach, with Bradley running around and Carole's yellow dress and how you used a paper to cover our faces while we kissed. If I close my eyes I can still feel your hands around my face and how your ring was cold even when everything was hot and sweaty."

She takes a step back, and then another. When he comes out of Tom's study, eyes still a little red she offers him a cup of tea and smiles. The ring resting on Pete's chest.

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

JUSTICE FOR NAVIGATING 📢📢📢

[cisnecorazon]

ooc ; on body image and self-esteem

The Donquixotes of the Celestial Dragons were known for their beautiful visages. Indeed, almost every single one had the kind of ethereal beauty that seemed like it should be found in the form of art from another time and place, with their golden crowns of hair, their strong profiles, their imposing heights, their perfect skin.

Rosinante would snort like a pig at this idea. He’s never felt Celestial, or ethereal, or beautiful-- with the exception of the way his mother kissed his cheeks and called him her beautiful boy, even when he spilled red, red juice, or fell into her favorite vase of flowers.

"At least he's a beautiful child," he would hear the other mothers placate his own. Rosinante would blush and hide in her skirts when his mother proudly proclaimed he was even more.

Oh, if only his mother could see her youngest son now. His never-wanted divinity stripped from him. Almost every inch of his fair skin covered in knotted scars, puckered burns, and the dark tattoo on his chest that proclaimed his loyalty to the new Donquixote family his brother had created.

Donquixote Maria's youngest son carried Justice on his back in the form of a Navy coat. And on his front, a reminder of his own inability to allow his heart to harden even for a moment, just long enough to scab over and stop the hemorrhaging that poured out of it.

It's just one more thing Rosinante dislikes about his body. When he looks into the mirror, half the time he doesn't even recognize the person peering back at him.

Rosinante is scarred, and all sharp edges and soft middles. In more ways than one, his body has paid a forever toll-- for his own clumsiness, for the sins of his father, for the false loyalty Rosinante wears on his chest. For the way he's hated himself for every single inch of it.

In one way or another, Rosinante has spent his entire life trying to make sense of the life he's been given, over and over again. Trying to pay back a debt that can never be paid, to one person or another.

Even when he pays in blood, Rosinante never feels clean even.

[mariako-750]

Fuck it. VicSec Art Compilation

Meme Redraw Repost (both ver.)

Dream Ghost!Victim AU

My proposal for TSC to also be a freak (also repost)

[late-to-the-party-81]

Private Party

AN: This little bit of filth is my entry for @the-slumberparty week two writers challenge ‘Blast from the past’. A big thank you to all my followers who helped me choose from a list of 4 one-shots that were ripe for a sequel. You all picked Steve: Private Gift, which was written as part of my 500 follower challenge last year. This story picks up where the original faded to black.

Thank you to @navybrat-817 for beta-ing. Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard/banners by me.

Relationship: Steve x Reader (established), Bucky x Reader x Sam

Word count: 1.5k

CW: Explicit sexual content (threesome, oral (m and f receiving), female masturbation, implied PinV sex) use of Traffic Light system, snarky banter between the boys, voyeurism/exhibitionism, bit of a stag/vixen dynamic (as Steve gets off on watching reader get pleasured by others)

“I don’t mind at all.”

Barely had the words left your mouth when Bucky’s lips were on yours. Steve’s were fastened to your neck, nipping and sucking and…oh! Those must have been Sam’s lips that trailed across your abdomen, as you trembled with desire, wedged between the three of them. Six hands roamed over your heated skin and when Bucky’s mouth moved to trail down the opposite side of your neck from Steve, you couldn’t hold back a gasp. This was definitely not what you’d imagined when you’d decided to try and spice up your love life with Steve by wearing some sexy lingerie.

One of the unfamiliar hands brushed over the lace of your panties, gently tracing the outline of your pussy and you felt your arousal pool into them.

“Steve… your girl is more than a little excited.” Sam. “We told you, dumbass. Told you she needed a bit more than just a scoop of regular vanilla.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve made your point.” Steve’s voice was loud in your ear and your lips curved up into a smile at the faux petulance of his retort.

“Less talking, more making doll-face fly into the stratosphere.”

Who manhandled you, you weren’t sure, but the next thing you knew you were lying on Steve’s large bed, hands divesting you of the scraps of lace. Your eyes were closed to help you from suffering sensory overload - and also because you were still a little nervous - but you were aware of every touch, every press of a pair of lips. There was a tug on your legs, and with a gulp and a thank you to the god of bikini-waxing, you spread your thighs. One warm hand and one cool one rubbed up and down the soft skin and it was clear that Bucky was going to tease you a bit. You tried to focus on what he was doing, stroking your flesh, kissing it, but not quite going to where you needed him, but Steve and Sam were making it almost impossible with the way they were alternating between playing with your breasts and kissing you.

You let out a moan as Bucky’s breath ghosted across your pussy and an impatient wiggle took hold of you. Bucky chuckled. You’d hear him laugh before, but this… this was a sound of filthy corruption and it fanned the flames inside you even more. 

“Okay, doll, I’ll stop teasing…” His mouth latched onto you, tongue probing and licking at your folds and you let out an animalistic groan as your hands flew to his shaggy hair and gripped it hard.

“I hope you’re taking notes man. She’s really enjoying that.” Sam appeared to be full of snark, and you couldn’t let it go uncommented upon.

“Quiet, Sam. I enjoy it when he does it, too. So far you’re the one untested.”  It was a strange sensation, Bucky giggling into your pussy, but you lightly tightened your thighs around his head to get him back on track.

A pair of lips, that must once again be Sam, fastened onto your right nipple, and his calloused fingers started to pluck and pinch at the left. Wondering, through your pleasure filled haze, about what Steve was doing, you cracked open your eyelids. 

Your blond super-soldier boyfriend was sitting next to you on the bed, his back against the headboard, pants-fly open and his cock in his hand. He was taking in the erotic tableau in front of him, you as its centre-piece. You moved your left hand from Bucky’s head, where he continued to slurp and suck at your core, and reached out to touch Steve.  His name left your lips like a prayer and he leaned forward and down to kiss you hard, swallowing your mewls of contentment.

With three talented mouths caressing your skin, your first orgasm didn’t come as a surprise to you, blooming out from your core where Bucky was until the very ends of your hair felt as though they were tingling.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Bucky and Sam making you feel good?”

You bit your lip and nodded, letting out another moan as Bucky’s tongue swiped over your sensitive clit. With a gentle motion, you pushed him away, and he sat back on his heels, grinning face shiny with your cum, and rubbed at it with the back of his hand.

“You gotta try it, Sam. Fucking delicious.” You giggled at the ridiculousness of the situation, but given how aroused you were, you weren’t adverse to Sam taking a turn. You looked back at Steve, silently checking in with him, but he just smiled and winked as Sam and Bucky switched places.

“God, you smell good as well, baby. Here’s hoping I ace your test.” And just like Bucky, he dove in without delay. You’d never really considered before how different guys could have different techniques for eating pussy, and you were sure you’d probably analyse it all later, but all you could focus on at that moment was the feeling of Sam’s trimmed facial hair scratching over your skin and the way he thrust his tongue into your weeping channel. You clutched at his skull and your back arched as you squealed and your eyes fluttered closed again.

“Oh god!”

“Doll, you’re gonna inflate his ego even more, if you carry on like that. Let’s quieten you down a bit, yeah?” His thumb brushed over your lips before pushing it between them and you eagerly suckled on the invading digit. “Oh, you really like that. Want something more?”

You nodded vigorously and let his thumb go, eager for what you knew was coming. With the first brush of his smooth, but salty flesh over your lips, you opened your mouth and welcomed his cock. Sam took that moment to suck on your clit and you let out a muffled squeal. Bucky chuckled and pushed in deeper.

“Stevie, please tell me that you’ve not been missing out on this at least? Fuck. Don’t think I ever wanna leave.

“Give me some credit, jerk. I’m not that stupid.”

You tried to tune out their childish bickering, because you were in heaven. Sam was sucking and slurping on your pussy like it was his last meal and you were doing the same to Bucky’s cock, swirling your tongue around his slit before taking him in as far as you could. One hand still held Sam in place, and the other was braced on Bucky’s thick thigh, so you could signal for him to give you space when you needed.

Every so often you opened your eyes to find Steve’s gaze right on you, watching you succumb to pleasure. You came a second time under Sam’s tongue just as Bucky spilled himself down your throat. The dark-haired super soldier gave you a filthy kiss before pulling away, only to be replaced by Sam, nudging insistently at your swollen and cum-slick lips. You accepted him as eagerly as you had Bucky. 

You revelled in the different scent and taste of him, both to Bucky, but also to Steve, and it wasn’t long before your hand slid between your legs, bringing you to a third, explosive climax. Sam gave you warning before he also reached his end, but you swallowed down all he had to give. He kissed you too, his broad hands gently caressing your tired, sweaty form, pulling your hand from between your legs and then breaking the kiss so he could suck your juices from your fingers.

You lay in a daze, panting and recovering, trying to make sense of all that had happened since you’d walked into Steve’s room with the intention to prompt him into getting a bit ‘spicy’. It was therefore a few minutes before you realised that there was a stillness to the air, the only sound that of two people breathing. You cracked open one eye, and then the other, blinking at the brightness, to find that Sam and Bucky had silently left. Only Steve remained, smiling down at you from his place at your side.

“Hey, sweetheart. You back with me?”

“Sort of, yeah. I think.” A sound, a cross between a snort and giggle, left your mouth.

“I’ve been playing it a little too safe, haven’t I?” He turned and shifted, slotting his slim waist between your thighs, with his forearms resting either side of your head. He was naked now and your gaze was drawn to his chiselled chest. “Turns out I’ve not been giving my needy little slut what she craves.”

“Hey, have I complained? We’d have got here at some point, although I will say I wasn't anticipating the ad hoc threesome with your friends. Maybe we both need to be a bit better at communicating?” You lifted your arms and twined them around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. It started sweet, but quickly grew heated, and you could feel Steve’s cock rutting against your inner thigh.

“Careful, Steve. I have already had three tonight, remember? I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Three that you now owe me, sweetheart.” His eyes were dark, filled with an animalistic want. “And in the spirit of communication I need you to give me a colour; red, yellow or green. You say green and I’m gonna try my hardest to wring three more orgasms from you. Fuck you until you don’t know which way is up and the only word you know is my name. You’ll be feeling me for days, baby. So, what do you say?”

You tilted your head to the side, biting on your lower lip in contemplation. Although it hadn’t been in the way you’d anticipated, this was the Steve you’d been trying to draw out. Which meant there was only one answer.

“Green, Stevie. Green.”

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