#nom Spill

[velthurvik]

Ausgespielt

Nach dem Spiel, Kreisel in der Nachmittags-Sonne.

[vampkoko400]

[nomiyakazehaya]

i finally caved and drew my personal take on soft body megs and oppy… 😭 i've been binge re-watching kekkai sensen again and had this brainrot au idea for a while too 🥲 also took a lot of inspiration from dragoons of final fantasy and dnf/dfo for her helm design because i absolutely love those designs despite how painful and agonizing they are to draw sometimes and the idea of megatron being a lancer and/or wielding spear type weapons in general is something that dances around in my head very often still not 100% sure what to do exactly with optimus, but i actually like the hat design so far! maybe i'll make him something like a detective or inspector position, haha 😂

here's also an actual blood red version because i really liked both versions of this drawing 🥲🥲

[necros-writing-stuff]

I'm fucking sobbing about Eden's mayo cum

Personally I see this as a total W. Thicccccccccc.

[blue-jayyy8657]

there is just too much wrong with the world and that stresses me out

why cant we just sit in a big circle and eat dirt like children

[edwin-m-stanton]

I protect my father.

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, yandere, monster au, orc x elf!reader, huge size difference

fem reader

Orc Master – who makes his pretty collared elf-pet lick and kiss his heavy balls because his cock won’t fit in her mouth…

They’re the size of grapefruits – bigger than your tits, nearly bigger than your head, and you can only suck a small spot at a time – smacking off the warm weights with a lewd pop before suckling another place just shy of it.

He strokes his cock above you – pearls of pre, more like marbles, trickle down the spine of it before dripping onto your face and chest.

His other hand cradles the entirety of your skull, holding a fat thumb on your brow – angling your head to look past the thick structure shadowing you up into his hooded eyes filled with carnal heat, leering at your pretty face smothered in his sack, begging for what’s kept inside them, warm and ready to flood your guts and breed you full.

His brawny legs are taller than you as you kneel between them – feeling like a beggar praying to a god. His foot, larger than your leg – and his big toe, the size of your fist. Making the whole ground shake when he stomps it down next to you – wordlessly encouraging you to be more eager. 

He's always glossy with old and new sweat – layered thickly and sticky on his tough skin, along with red and brown flecks of blood and mud – highlighting every fat muscle as though carved in metal. Broad shoulders swole with brute strength – even his neck is buff with it, thicker than your thighs – looking proud and toppling as he looms above you. 

His words are few but weighty, grunting out, “Tongue.” Appeased when you listen and stick the pink thing inside his dickhole. Endearment in his voice, purring out “good bitch…” and softly calling you his “tiny elf-whore,” while petting your hair – steering your little head up and down his tall shaft, letting your mouth catch all the spilled mess frothing from his leaky tip.

The muscles in his thighs flex while you suck along his thick veins, pulsing where they fork along the tall tower. You have to gulp when you think about how massive it is – you can’t even reach around it when using both your hands – and you have no sound understanding of how it even fits inside you at all.

When he sucks your tits, he’ll take half of them inside his warm mouth – nomming on them while he stretches your hole with one finger after the other. 

His digits are the size of a male elf’s manhood – you can’t reach fully around one with your hand – and he’s got three of them pumping your tiny elven cunt – prepping you for his much meatier orc-cock.

You’re held easily on his lap, seated sideways and pretty. His drool runs down your chest and belly, and you’re soaked in your own sweat after cumming for the umpteenth time. Still, you squirm when he finally dabs your puffy cunt with the sturdy meat. When it stands between your thighs, the plush cockhead reaches high enough to get cozy between your breasts, and you can already feel it punching your ribs and rearranging your organs.

You always break, trying to fling yourself off and run away despite the collar sitting around your throat with a chain trail leading to the bed.

You’re never able to get out of his grip anyway. He pulls your hair back, making your head hang backward, chest arched up – it’s an awful position, leaving you no option but to thrash – unable to see what’s going on or how to prepare for it.

He picks up your thigh and holds you up in the air by it alone, using you like a ragdoll as he spreads you wide. Huffing out impatient grunts at the numerous failed attempts of pressing his raging cock-head inside you, always slipping through your slit and rubbing off on your clit. He grows angry rather quickly, growling until your hole finally gets sloppy enough to allow the very tip to find footing – just enough to let him knead the entire bulb inside you and slowly sink inch after fat inch all the way up until you choke on it.

Stuffed so fair-tight with a big bulge in your poor belly. You squeeze on it with a cry – your whole body reacting to it, contorting while it settles deep within you. Knees lifting and bending with thighs winding shut, curled toes, and fingers making tight fists.

He’s kind enough to let you roost on it for a bit before moving.

Standing up, he lays your back against the plush bed, still warm from where he’d just been sitting – and wraps a hand around both your ankles, holding them up – placing the other on the dome of your ass, hooking a thumb over your hipbone.

Most of you is still in the air – making so much blood pool in your head. Going dizzy and breathless once he sets the pace, dragging himself out of your tight walls – beyond content feeling your tight cunt squeeze on him as though begging him to stay inside.

You make the cutest sounds – makes his balls clamp up as they swing and softly clap against your back while he slowly lolls his entire length back inside your warmth.

Once your hole surrenders more to his size, he’ll lay your legs to rest against his chest and mirror the placement of his other hand – both now grabbing each of your buttcheeks – starting to fuck your womb tightly.

He loves elven pussy – especially yours – so sweet and juicy, cumming on him every few minutes – milking him for his cream.

You get a fever once he finally cums – pumping it all inside you, unloading for a full minute or two, leaving you gasping and panting with broken moans cut with cries – feeling it seep out around the edges of where he has you stuffed, running down your ass and spine, dribbling down his balls and hitting the floor in fat drops that give a sounding thud.

He waits until his cock is sluggish before sloshing out. 

Everything is a sticky mess, but he cares little for cleaning up – staggering over the bed and immediately falling into a snoring sleep with you tucked under his heavy arm.

After all, he has to make sure everyone knows who you belong to – not only by keeping you collared with his crest but by making sure you smell ripely so – scented from head to toe with his jizz and urine.

BNHA – Enji, Bakugou, Kirishima, Deku, Muscular, Gigantomachia

JJK – Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Kenjaku

AOT – Erwin, Reiner, Zeke

HxH – Uvogin

[eveningspringbreeze]

A First Step, Towards Friendship

Season: Spring (ES!! second year)

Characters: Kohaku, Hiiro, Madara

Hiiro and Kohaku: Nom nom….

Hiiro: Ah, I accidentally got some on the table. Could you get a wipe, Kohaku-san?

Kohaku: ‘Course, here ya go. Ya gotta open yer mouth big an’ wide so that ya don't spill crumbs. 

Hiiro: Thank you, I’ll take note of that! 

Kohaku: (...He looks ‘bout as normal a boy as they come when he’s eatin’ breakfast, huh)

(The Hiiro-han I saw durin’ Matrix astonished me so much that I can’t help but incessantly worry away just from bein’ near him) 

(He disciplines in a way that dredges up memories of my sisters… or particularly, the way he made us prepare for all kinds o’ things) 

(He dived headfirst into playin’ villain just so Crazy:B could secure the first win)

(There sure were lotsa things happenin’ in the Amagi village, but by far my biggest shocker would be…) 

Hiiro: Umu. Today’s bread was baked wonderfully. It was so delicious. Maybe I should get seconds? 

Kohaku: (whispering) With that face, he follows every rule to an absolute. He forces everyone to follow them with him, an’ any opposition turns him into a terrifyin’ lad)

(Like say, were there to be a rule that determined that all breakfasts shall be bread, what would Hiiro-han do?) 

(Would he even go as far as to tell me, who’s currently eatin’ rice, to have bread instead?) 

Phew. I got so caught up with these stupid ideas that simply eatin’ breakfast took far too long. 

???: I’m hooooome!!!! ☆ I’m so thirsty after running! 

Kohaku: Mm… no doubt, that’s Madara-han’s voice. G’mornin’. 

Madara: Ohh, if it isn’t Kohaku-san! Goooood morniiiiing! ☆

Kohaku: Yer always so damn loud. 

Anyhow, there’s somethin’ I wanted to ask… 

Would ya rather have rice or bread for breakfast? 

Madara: …Hmm? That’s quite the unexpected question. 

Have you been wondering about what food I like? I’m so happy to hear that ♪

Kohaku: Ah, no, this ain’t the type o’ question that should be thrillin’ ya. Not like I’ll die without yer answer anyhow. 

Madara: Now now, don't be shy and say it with your chest! "I'm dyin' to make breakfast for Madara-han", right? ♪

Kohaku: Who’s sayin’ what? And the same goes to you. Rather than "accidentally" pullin’ it outta me, can'tcha just ask directly? Y'know, "Why is Kohaku-san asking me something like this, hmm?"

Anyhow, I’ll explain… I was eatin’ with Hiiro-han just now. 

So we were in the Matrix project, where this an’ that happened… Now, I’ve got this slightly odd relationship with Hiiro-han. 

Madara: Mmhm. I see, I get the situation now. 

Oh, to think that Kohaku-san would consult me for relationship advice ♪

Mama’s delighted! Moved beyond words! So happy, in fact, that I feel inclined to ruffle Kohaku-san’s head ☆

Kohaku: Uwaah!? Stop! 

Actually, what’s with this weirdass attitude? Are ya makin’ fun of me, ya jerk? 

Madara: Hahaha, who’s to say? 

Anyway. Personally, I’d say that becoming friends with Hiiro-san could alleviate much of your worries, Kohaku-san. 

Kohaku: Friends? 

Madara: Yep. For example… if Hiiro-san were to invite you to a meal, you wouldn’t turn him down, right? 

Kohaku: Well, I ‘spose so. We were eatin’ together earlier too. 

Madara: Then, let’s extend it from within the Starmony dorms to ES as a whole. What would you do if he asked you to go shopping with him? Turn him down? 

Kohaku: Maybe if I had other plans… ‘sides that, I don’t see a reason to not go. 

Madara: Yep. So basically, you two are already on pretty decent terms. 

But what would you consider Hiiro-san to be to you? 

Is he an acquaintance from a different unit? Or perhaps someone close to a good friend of yours? …Try taking a step back to reevaluate. 

Kohaku: That’s true. Who knows whether or not Rabu-han an’ I have the same thoughts on this person. 

Madara: I’m also assuming that, since whatever happened during Matrix, your thoughts on him have complicated since. 

You two may be on relatively good terms, but with your perspective, it seems you can’t quite put a good name to your relationship. 

And that’s exactly why if you were able to get to a point where you could start calling him a “friend”, you could reforge your relationship with him entirely. 

Kohaku: Woah… I’d never expected you to give such sound advice. 

Madara: ….That’s odd. I’m supposed to be your older senpai with plenty of life experience under my belt, no?

Kohaku: My bad. I just didn’t expect the friendless Madara-han to be the one advisin’ me on makin’ friends. 

Madara: Hrm… what was that about me making fun of you earlier? 

Kohaku: Ahaha! ‘Course, I think I can do this with yer idea. Thank ya kindly ♪

Now, I’ll call Hiiro-han right away—

Hiiro: This… is a store selling idol merchandise, yes? 

Did you want to come to this store with me, Kohaku-san? 

Kohaku: It must’ve been a doozy to be called an’ brought here so suddenly, sorry ‘bout that. 

I was just glad to have gotten in touch with ya… but the only spot I can think for bringin’ “friends” is this idol goods store. (2)

Hiiro: “Friends”? 

Kohaku: Mmhm. I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout wantin’ to be such with ya, Hiiro-han. 

I thought of talkin’ it out with fists too, since I reckon that a playfight could bring us closer. 

Hiiro: With fists? Playfight? 

Kohaku: Ah, I’m just talkin’ to myself. Don’t worry ‘bout that. 

…So far, I believe you and I’ve been toddlin’ along on just “being on decent terms”. 

What do you think ‘bout callin’ each other “friends” from now on? 

We’ve even worked together as one unit before, so how ‘bout we continue workin' together? 

I’d never really tried to make friends before, so I may slip an’ say weird things from time to time. If that’s okay with you…. how about it? 

Hiiro: ….Umu! I’d love to, Kohaku-san! 

Kohaku: Really? 

Hiiro: Of course ♪ You’re a close friend of Aira’s, so I assumed that the two of us were already friends. 

But now that I think about it, I never did walk up to you and go, “let’s be friends!”, did I? 

From now on, as newfound friends… I’ll be in your care, Kohaku-san ♪

Kohaku: Ahaha, shakin’ hands as proof of our friendship, huh. What a nice feelin’ ♪

I planned on the two of us just goin’ shopping as friends, but I’d like ta hear more ‘bout ya, Hiiro-han. 

Do you have any other friends, like Hinata-han? What hobbies do you have, and what do ya usually talk about? Can ya tell me?

Hiiro: Of course! Let’s shop and chat away! 

Kohaku: Thanks, Hiiro-han. As friends, from now on… I’ll be in yer care ♪

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Translation Notes

Callback to Aira's FS1 4* story, "Novices in Friendship", where Aira brings Kohaku to presumably the exact same merch store. 

Thank you for reading! This is not proofread at the moment, but this was such a cute story that I had to translate it!! ^^ 

[illustrious-ia]

My honest reaction:

Zaki <333

(Tried a different colouring style this time, inspired but another artist!)

@illustrious-ia

[into-ler-able]

Lees who giggle from anticipation are literally so fucking adorable!!!

You're telling me that I can just hover my hands over your tickle spots and you'd already be a giggling mess? Cutest thing ever!!

And the best part is, after hovering your fingers over their spots, dive right in and hear their adorable laugher spill all out! , make sure to add some teases in there to really make them giggle their head off!!!

And another thing that's very silly thing that I love, is adding little "nom nom noms" when you're squshing their cute tummy! Or blowing raspberries on their neck!

Beware the tickle monster is awake!!! MUAHAHA!!!!

[thegnomelord]

Nom

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( i cant stop thinking about sulivan, your seahorse hybrid oc? I hope i spelt that name right. He's just so precious. Do you have any content about him? Interactions with the reader? Maybe the group? No preasure, i just lub the beby)

No prob sharky, I actually misspelled his name every time I wrote it lol

I've started thinking of including him in the fic I'm currently writing but right now just general headcannon is that he's a hippocampus and Sullivan is short, like barely got into the army 5 foot short and got babied a lot because of his height. And he's a sweetheart baby 99% of the time but that 1%

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Watching Sullivan spar would make anyone wonder how he managed to get into the military, let alone on an accomplished military task force. He held back too much, hesitant to hurt Soap more than a few bruises, falling for rather obvious ploys.

Price smoked his cigar besides you, watching the ring with sharp eyes. "Your man's lagging behind."

"I'd say he's doing good." You said, taking the cigar from Price and taking a puff. "Bet you he could get Soap out of the ring in seconds."

"That so?" Price could never refuse a challenge, "You're buying me those good cigars if he loses."

You leaned in, your breath ghosting over Price's ear, "And you're wearing those nice panties if he wins."

A shiver raced down his spine, blue eyes glowing with heat. "Deal."

You smirked, teeth bared like he's a sheep you'd just tricked into the slaughterhouse. "Deal." You turned back to the ring. "Sullivan!"

They stopped, Sullivan's ears flicking in your direction before he turned his head. "Sir?" He asked softly.

"Gloves off." You said simply.

His dark eyes widened before his pupils narrowed into little pinpricks, the pretty scales on his cheeks turning to a deep blue. "Yes sir." His voice remained soft, but instead of caressing the ears it burrowed into the marrow.

Next time Soap tried to fake him out, he ended kicked in the ribs that sent him flying into the nearest wall. Hippocampi were part horse after all.

The second Soap crashed to the ground Sully was closing in to him, apologies spilling from his lips like water. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, please I didn't-"

Soap waved him off, werewolf regeneration already healing the cracked ribs. "Calm yer tits, m'fine." He said, but let Sully help him to his feet. "Got a kick like a bloody mule." He grumbled.

"Nice job Sully." You said as you and Price walked to them to make sure Soap was alright. "You did good kid." You hummed, ruffling his hair.

Sullivan preened under your words, happily leaning into your hand, cheek scales flickering to a vibrant red like a boiled lobster. "Thank- thank you sir." He swallowed thickly.

You chuckled, looking at Price as you leaned in to whisper into Sully's ear. "Meet me in my office after dark. Earned us both a reward." You chuckled when his scales deepened in color and he squirmed in place, attempting to hide the small tent in his pants, clearly remembering his time with you, Price and Gaz.

[doodle-pops]

House of Finarfin | Getting Into A Fight for Their S/O

A/N: For my inactivity, have a cookie 🍪 and some headcanons for the golden boys. It was nearly impossible to write for this house when they’re so classy and more tamed than the others. Like imagine Finarfin getting into a fistfight (⊙_⊙)？

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . Finarfin

This elf does not condone violence and would not even for the slightest allow himself to engage in such unmannered acts…before the public eye or yours. You really believe if push came to shove, Finarfin would be a bit violent, and I don’t mean physical alteration.

Underneath, he’s boiling with rage and desires to jump–kick that idiot (for the first time he felt physical impulses) who decided to spill belittling accusations about you and his family. The glass in his hand has cracks on the side, ready to shatter.

Aware that this matter would become worse as the idiot prattles forever on, he’ll call his men to have them removed and thrown into prison to spend the night or a few days. While that occurs, he drags you off to enjoy the rest of the night doing everything to dissipate his anger.

During the night when you’re fast asleep—which he ensures before departing—he’ll pay his newly recruited prisoner a visit for a nice heart–to–heart conversation. This means he’s rolled up his sleeves to brace the perpetrator against the wall and have them sweating bullets.

No one has ever seen Finarfin like this, nor will anyone ever (and believe it). Finarfin is still elegant as ever as he speaks menacingly and warns the prisoner to never let it happen again or this nice talk would be different.

By sunrise, he’s back in bed and cuddled up at your side. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear and expressing his love and adoration as though he wasn’t threatening someone in the prison cells hours earlier for indecent behaviour.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . Finrod

Remember that this is the same Nom Nom who fought with a werewolf naked and killed it with his teeth. So without further ado, how foolish does one need to be to provoke our quiet Finrod? Astronomically.

All Finrod wants to do is enjoy the night with his lover and family and get drunk from the unlimited stock of wine, but someone has to ruin his night by throwing physical insults and jabs at you. As a composed individual, he’ll attempt to dissolve the issue, but nothing ever goes as planned.

The next thing you know, you’re witnessing a fluffy golden–haired male going ‘left right uppercut goodnight’ and a bite in the middle of the celebration and a bunch of guards and his brothers are rushing to prevent the fight from escalating.

Finrod is seething with a calming rage that appears terrifying because all he’s doing is S T A R I N G as they remove him from the beaten–to–pulp perpetrator on the floor. It’s the look in his eyes which no one has ever seen before that’s sending fear down your spine.

His brothers would suggest that you tag along to show Finrod that you were safe and alright. They would make you stay with him the rest of the night to keep him busy instead of doing something impulsive.

Finrod would be embarrassed and ashamed when he snapped out of his state and realised that you just witnessed him in an unhinged manner, fighting someone. So much apologies, Finrod would throw himself on his knees to beg for forgiveness while you’re cleaning his injuries. The sight would make you chuckle and freeze.

“Findo, sweetheart. I know you’re sorry, but you were also defending me, don’t apologise.” Give him some kisses and cuddle him to relieve his stress. His glow would return.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . Angrod

He’s hot–headed and could give a few of the Feanorians a run for their money when it comes to flying off the railing and diving headfirst into a fight to defend you. He’s not giving the individual a chance to beg for forgiveness because in his mind, “Why would you talk about my S/O as a joke?”

Seeing Angrod in a fight comes off as…normal due to already seeing his and Aegnor’s temper. You naturally had the inclination that him getting into physical altercations would occur, however, you were expecting it other reasons.

Cue, his older brother and cousins getting involved to struggle drag a madman away as he shouts profanities across the room and attempts to break free of their grasp. He’s seething and fighting to break free to finish what he started.

You would have to be stern in order to gain his attention away from the perpetrator being dragged off. If you thought Finrod did damage, wait till you see what his younger brother managed.

S H A K E him back into reality because his focus is elsewhere, refusing to meet your eyes, mostly because he still isn’t aware of your presence yet. But still, give him a violet shake and scold him for injuring himself because his knuckles were all bruised.

Angrod would remain broody for the rest of the night while you pull his ears and pinch him to drop the altercation because he’s swearing under his breath every chance he gets. Push him in a pool of cold water to wake him up and join him for a swim, he’s finally dropped it.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . Aegnor

Angrod 2.0 because he throwing his fists with fervour, left and right the minute words of insult are thrown in your direction. Insult him, but not his family or his beloved. In the beginning, there would be a small attempt at escaping the scene because you’re there and he doesn’t wish for you to overhear.

Yet, the fool who wishes to continue prattling doesn’t get the hint when receiving the look of death. Some extra foul words would be exchanged before Aegnor releases himself from your grasp and lunges at the elf, dragging him across the floor.

Never before had you seen your lovestruck elf so enraged, and it terrified you, even if the matter were to defend your name and honour. The sight of his calmest and most treasured smile vanished into the air when you caught a glimpse of his face stone–set and focused on the actions.

However, it was the guards under the order of his father who tugged him away while he threw daggers at the unconscious elf. The person who could speak sense into him would be you reassuring him that you were fine, and no harm was delivered.

Hold and squeeze him tightly as you pepper his face with butterfly kisses and turn his attention onto you (kisses are the best way to keep him focused on you). Probably take him for a swim for his stress to fade. Let him skip a few stones to release his frustration.

And when he’s done, reassure him that all is well, and you’re not upset by his choice to defend you. Tell him how brave or fearless (or impulsive) he was to dive into the fight and save your pride, it’ll make him turn into a strawberry.

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[sluttybwunni]

Pearly Whites

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▎wc: 1.2k

pairing: monkey d. luffy x (GN)Reader

summary : in-which reader can’t help but find luffy’s presence and pearly whites more than endearing, especially after a bad day.

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warnings : slight angst, hurt to comfort(?), fluff, strawhat!reader, post-timeskip luffy, kissing, crying, reader can’t seem to sleep, mentions of anxiety, stress, luffy has a knack for making everything better, brief mention of injuries, use of profanity, luffy smells like cinnamon and reader wants to eat him (non literal its more so an affectionate urge to just.. nom)

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you didn’t quite know what led up to this as you were sat on your bed, hands in your hair feeling the lump in your throat grow larger. everything felt so overwhelming lately. maybe all this exhaustion had strum off from too many nights keeping watch over the sunny, or from the constant struggle of attempting to keep the pit of worry that formed in your stomach under control when escorting one of your injury ridden crewmates down to choppers office after a battle.

nevertheless whatever the reasons, you were feeling awful today, and the final straw was when you spilled hot coffee over the book robin so kindly lent to you. it was a simple mistake, yet it made you feel so incompetent. “fuck” you heaved out silently, tugging on a loc of hair as the tears threatened to spill. though you had already cleaned up and attempted to dry the pages off, it was still evident from the light brownish color on the now wrinkled paper. “air, yes i just need air..” you thought to yourself, arising from the bed and slowly pushing open the door of your room. you were creeping out of your quarters ever so careful to not make noise for the snoring strawhats who weren’t ridden with insomnia, headed into the open deck on the sunny attempting to take enough oxygen needed to help clear your head. 

staring into the vast ocean and watching as the water shone under the stars had always worked when in momentary distress. but for some reason tonight, the sinking feeling that had plagued you refused to leave so easily. you wanted to sink down and cry, but you couldnt. the tears you once held back now refuse to resurface. it angered you, not being able to even cry when you wanted to. as you spun to face the opposite way deciding to head back to your bed, you met the eyes of a sleepy looking luffy in shorts and a black tee.

“hey (name)!!! why aren’t you sleeping??” your boyfriend prodded, his voice slightly too loud and cheerful for the silence of the night. you gave the dark haired boy a light smile, admiring his features thanks to the slight gleam from the sky perfectly shining down on his face. “im just not quite sleepy enough, lu” you lazily replied, turning your attention back at the stars. luffys gaze followed you, approaching slowly from behind so you could be beside eachother. he hummed in response to your words, trying to find what was so interesting about the sky to you.

though he quickly grew bored of boring his eyes into the stars, instead of rambling to you about his thoughts or midnight snacking like what would usually occur when you happened to find your captain awake, luffy turned to look at you, studying your expression. even though you’re not quite the chatty type, you’re not one to keep absolute silence. especially not with luffy. so when he saw how your eyebrows were furrowed, and the way your lips carried a small frown he spoke up again.

“love?” luffy whispered. “do you need a hug?” you gave him a small “huh..?” , not understanding why he had suddenly asked you and not daring to make eye contact. the emotions which bubbled up throughout the day threatened to spill out once more. “c’mere” he spoke in a warm tone, stretching his arms around you and pulling you in. luffy’s head rested on your shoulder, his hands gently stroked your back a couple of times. the enchanting scent of cinnamon coming from him made you weak. he smelt so good, he felt so soft around you. you didn’t want to let go, and neither did he. so you stayed in that position for a good minute, enjoying eachothers warm shelter from the breeze that danced on your skin. you could feel his heart beating, yours was too. so rapidly that if it wasn’t for luffy puling away, your heart may have over palpitated. though the relief was short-lived. he giggled after breaking the hug showing you a glimpse of his signature pearly whites. those gorgeous teeth that twinkle brighter than the stars. 

it seemed that was all you needed and more to finally let the tears spill over. luffy stopped smiling when he noticed your wet face. “hey…... hey it’s okay.” he pulled you in once more slightly swaying you from side to side. luffy didn’t know what to do, he was slightly panicked when you started sobbing a little harder in his embrace. so out of instinct he pecks your forehead not once but twice, then a third time. however many times was needed to take away your sadness. “(name), whatever's wrong just know im here for ya okay? im always here.” you were already out of the gutter thanks to the way he whispered into your ear and snuggled his head into the crook of your neck, gripping onto you tightly to let you know he was there for you as you sobbed. you didn’t have the chance to tell him the exact reasons you were feeling so upset, as you didn’t really know why as well, but it didn’t matter, luffy listened patiently as you went on about how exhausting things felt, and how you were having difficulty with simple daily tasks. hours could’ve went by while you were in his arms and you would never notice. you felt safe, mumbling a “thank you” and wrapping your hands around his torso. luffy was confused. he couldn’t understand why you had thanked him despite doing so little. he accepted your gratitude anyways, looking into your eyes and grinning. 

maybe it was because of the moon glistening so angelically onto his face or the gentle but crisp sound of waves in the background that made his smile, him, ever so prettier tonight. you couldn’t put your finger on why you felt more lightheaded than usual as he slid one arm away from your middle, taking your hand in his, but you didn’t care. you didn’t care when you both seemed to be inching closer together, and definitely you didn’t care when the urge to kiss overpowered the both of you. 

it was airy, messy and eager. teeth clashing onto one another as you both smiled and giggled into the exchange. trying to mush yourselves closer together. it confessed a lifetime of words you have yet to express out loud. luffy whined when you tugged on his hair, deepening your kiss. if i weren’t for human urge to inhale and exhale, luffy would’ve kissed you forever.

“can i just eat you?” you mumbled without hesitating. luffy tilted his head in thought, but only for a moment as he still kept your gaze. 

“not if i eat you first!” he laughed attacking your neck with little nibbles. you pinched his rubbery cheek, signalling him to stop before you guys wake someone up. luffy somehow always knew how to comfort you, even if he was unaware of doing so.

“i love you.” he breathed out, his doe eyes giving you those familiar butterflies you always felt. you smiled at him, and he graced you with his own once more. “i love you and your pearly whites too.” you replied, a blush creeping up on luffy’s face. 

“i’ll always smile for you then.” 

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[blackdollette]

Can you do a !soft!dom Dan Cooper x !sub! fem! Reader where Dan is basically praising her and treating her right and stuff? I only saw one Danny fic where he’s a soft dom and I was addicted. I need this rn. Also ur writing is addicting.

aww this made my heart melt <3 and I havent written for danny since october lmao

"wrap you up in my daisy chains." | dan cooper

summer bummer. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @icarus-star @imoonkiss @lankysimp @nom-nommmm1 @xxbl00d-cl0txx @wildathevrt @mommymilkers0526 @kashmirclam @yungbloodsuxca @oliviah-25 @livingdead-reilly @vanlisbon @auggiethecreator @livingdead-materialgirl @

sub!fem!reader x softdom!dan

word count: 1.3k

contents: fluff, soft dom danny, blowjob, praise, cum eating

“well isn’t this just the perfect thing to come home to?” dan stepped into the room, a few strands of hair plastered onto his forehead. you knew how demanding the food-delivering job could get, so you did your best to provide dan with a treat of his own when he arrived home. one that you knew would rot his mind until he could finally come back to you again. 

a smile lit up his face as he tore off his tie, tossing it to the side as he kicked off his shoes and made his way to you. then he made his way over to where you were sat on the bed clad in a baby-pink nightgown that left little to the imagination. he picked you up, spinning you around and wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. “there’s my angel…”

you wrapped your legs around his dainty waist, your hands finding his tight bun and pulling out the black hairtie you’d lent him, releasing his luscious brown waves. he lifted his lips to yours and gave you a deep kiss, sitting down on the edge of the bed with you on his lap. 

you cradled his face in your hands, thumbs rubbing over the light dusting of stubble on his jaw. you pulled away, taking in the appearance of his tense muscles and tired eyes. you pouted a little. “hard day..?” you asked softly. he sighed. “you know it.” he placed his hands on your hips. “but you know exactly how to make a guy feel better, hm?” you giggled, nodding at the subtle praise in his words.

you noticed a slight change of atmosphere as his gaze turned to one of lust instead of innocent affection. the corner of his lip went up in a grin. “you really put this together for me? god, i’m the luckiest man in the world.” you kissed him on the top of the head as his thumbs peaked underneath the thin fabric. 

he lifted you up a little before putting you in a much better position. one where you were sprawled across his knee, your ass in the air to give him a perfect view of what he had been missing all day. the nightgown slid up your ass as his soft, warm hand kneaded the flesh gently, sweet words spilling from his lips. “you look beautiful, doll…” 

you felt your cheeks heating up and a bulge pressing against your stomach. he was hard already. no matter what you did, you always had a way of turning his libido on like a switch. he used a hand to gently turn your face so you were looking at him, using his finger to gently toy with your lips. “i’ve missed this pretty face…��

your face lit up from the accolade as he slipped his thumbs between your lips, making you suck on it as his other hand began to play with you through your panties. you already felt your body beginning to tremble from the desire, his hard cock pressing against your gut in such a teasing way not making things better in the slightest.

you squeezed your legs together in a desperate attempt for more pleasure. “i’m guessing my sweet girl missed me too.” he cooed, shifting back onto the bed so that he was leaning against the headboard. he looked at you through deeply smitten eyes. “why don’t you help me get out of all this?”

he had a hand resting on his boner, wanting you to pick up on what he was saying. you crawled backward until you were laying on your stomach, face to face with the protruding mass in his pants. you fiddled with the zipper, not doing much before his cock sprang out, hitting you on the nose. he laughed softly, patting your cheek apologetically.

his tip was already glazed with precum, veins bulging as his cock seemed to beg you for pleasure. you swallowed hard, looking up at him with your amorous eyes and meeting his pleased stare.

you took a deep breath, the air hitting his tip and making his breath hitch. then you went for it, swirling your tongue around his tip before taking the first few inches down your throat with ease. he gasped, his hand finding the back of your head and gripping a handful of your hair. you gagged your throat contracting around his pulsating muscle.

he spoke, his voice slightly shaky. “easy there, angel.” you nodded, taking that last chunk of it with a deep gulp. a shiver ran down his spine as he entered the warmth of your throat, feeling the flutter of your uvula hitting his tip.

you slowly bobbed your head on his length, looking him right in the eye as you searched for any sign of approval. but he was already in wonderland, lips parted and eyes shut as blood began to flow to the most primal part of him. unintentionally, his hand tightened around your hair as he grabbed it with more force than intended.

“j-just like that, doll…” you licked up his girth, using your hand to fondle his balls and the base of his dick while your mouth took care of the tip. a method that you’d found worked with him the best. he gulped, a bead of sweat running down his forehead as he slowly bucked his hips into your mouth, your throat beginning to bruise.

“god… you’re so perfect. so, so good for me…” his hand gripped your jaw, making you swallow the whole thing at once. tears pricked your eyes and your mouth watered, bubbles of spit running down his cock.

dan swallowed a groan, forcing himself to keep his composure as he looked right into your eyes. the irony of it all was that you never looked more innocent than when his dick was down your throat. you placed your hands on his thighs as he fucked your throat, the intoxicating sound of your lewd gagging and gurgling filling the room.

you reached a hand back, slipping your panties to the side and letting out your dripping wet cunt. you rubbed sloppy circles on your hard clit, slipping your fingers in and moaning around his manhood. he chuckled softly, using all his strength to muster up his words. “you’re gonna make such a mess of me, sweetheart.”

you pumped your fingers in and out of yourself, your busted up pussy greedily swallowing them whole. dan had full control of you, both his hands forcing your head down all the way as a deep groan emerged from his gut. his hot cum felt like lava pouring down your esophagus, travelling all the way down to your intestines.

he came in loads that were surely enough to fill buckets and then some. but you swallowed every last drop, not letting any go to waste. you pulled your head off, strings of cum connecting you to his tip as you coughed up bubbles of his seed. he patted your back, realizing that he got carried away. as usual.

“i-im so sorry, baby. you know how i get when it comes to you.” you managed to choke out a laugh, wiping the tears from your eyes and letting him pull you back onto his lap. you took a hold of his softening cock, tucking it back into his pants and giving it a little pat. he laughed a little at your simple sign of affection, pulling your into another kiss, tasting the remainder of himself in your mouth.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder as he stroked your back. “my sweet angel,” he whispered, “you’re absolutely heavenly. and you always know how to cheer me up, dont you?” he gives you a small peck on the nose, making you smile. “i love you more than life itself, my love.” he said quietly.

and as you swallowed the last little bit of his cum, you knew he meant it.

author's note: this fic is longgg overdue, but I have more coming. thank you all for the requests!

[kolyatoast]

Fading into silence

Summary: you go cray2 aft being in that damn place for so long.

Warnings: angst(?), slight gore(mr gap nom finger)

A/n: its 3am and i felt like writing a short blurb since if ive been brainrotting for homicipher. Turned out too long and i wanted to add mr crawling but maybe for the next part! Did not proofread sorry🦈

You already lost track of the day and time since youve been down here. Three, four weeks? Could be months. You dont know. Water dripped from the worn ceiling,. How long has it been since youve drank a clean cup of water ? Or a shower even.

Mr gap, as always appears under the covers.

"Me have object. Give finger?"

What peaked your interest was the glass panel next to him. Mr gap always brought random things he found from the human world. Guess he managed to get cosmetics too.

"Me give finger"

Pain doesnt phase you anymore. Not after losing multiple limbs and facing near death experiences from the creatures here. Even with the ability to somehow grow? your body parts back, experiencing the pain wasnt so fun.

You grimaced as his teeth sank into the soft flesh of your finger. Blood spilled all over the white bedsheets that you wont clean. When this had happened the first few times, you practically screamed from the pain of your skin tearing. You miss that feeling. The feeling of being human.

The mirror was slightly shattered at the edges, with a wooden frame and floral engravings. Your room used to have a mirror just like this.

Your reflection. Rough dull skin, stained with blood and grime after being unable to clean yourself up for weeks. Grey and uneven hair. You dont even recognise yourself. Your image used to be one of the things you prided on. Despite your crimes, you still prioritised how you looked. Being here, you lost one of the many things that kept you from losing your humanity.

You threw the mirror against the wall , holding back tears as you clutched on your raincoat.

Part 2 with mr crawling maybe!

[sweetiecutie]

141 x Eastern European reader relationships hc’s

Warnings: some cussing, stereotypical behavior, pretty much safe, not meant for russians - just scroll past

A/n: I was heavily inspired by this post by amazing @kivino, absolutely go and check it out!!

Pretty much all of 141 were in Eastern Europe with missions - Ghost and Price were with missions in Ukraine, Soap, Gaz and Price were to russia.

All of them worked with Eastern Europeans, so boys are generally acquainted with Slav traditions and superstitions - not to whistle within a building, for example, or not to pass things through the threshold. But working with Eastern European for a few weeks and having a romantic relationship with one - completely different things.

So here are some headcanons of how Task Force 141 deals with their Slavic lover<3

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Starting off - Simon loves your culture. He finds many national quirks amusing; his favorite one tho, is how boisterous and bossy Eastern European women are. Usually people tend to be scared of him due to his intimidating stance and quiet behavior. But these ladies who are barely over 160 cm? They can beat the living shit out of him with a single slipper, and he both respects and slightly fears them for it.

For some strange reason Ghost can’t learn a word you teach him, but all the swearings that accidentally slip off your tongue throughout the day? Ghost knows all of them by heart. And he can’t hide a small smile of amusement whenever he hears you cussing angrily over spilled tea or shattered mug. And his favorites so far are ‘kurwa’ and ‘blyat’

Simon is a huge fan of your country’s cuisine! He’s a big man, so he requires proper nutrition. And all the delicious meals your mom cooks? He’s nomming everything to the last crumb! Simon is especially fascinated with a godly meal called “shashlik” - he is definitely a meat eater, Riley loves him a juicy steak freshly off the fire. And eating a meal that consists purely out of roasted meat - a paradise for him.

Captain John Price

Now, this man is most acquainted with all Slavic traditions of all 141 since he works closely with Nikolai, so throwing him off wouldn’t be that easy. But still, having an Eastern European partner does give him some unexpected experiences. For example, John is really surprised by how easily and lightheartedly you and your family joke about dark topics as death, physical traumas or alcoholism. And while everyone is rolling with laughter Price is like “What the fuck is wrong with you guys🧍🏻‍♂️”

If some of your relatives happened to speak English, John will do his absolute best to speak slowly and reduce his accent to minimum, so that they can understand him better. I think it’s just so sweet of him 🥺

What never fails to impress Price is that how much Eastern Europeans care about their appearance. In UK people don’t bother much about their looks, preferring clothes that are comfortable rather than fashionable. And seeing all these people on the streets wearing luxury brand stuff, women with full on glam makeup, their hair made elegantly - it makes him wonder just how much time and effort these people put into their looks. (He soon learn just how expensive and tedious that is once you two start dating)

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

I’m pretty sure many Eastern European countries have this magnificent dish - meat jelly. Looks and sounds terrifying, true cultural shock for Kyle’s poor British soul. Or soup called Okroshka - even tho I grew up eating it, I still question its existence, no wonders Kyle gets absolutely weirded out by it.

Many Eastern Europeans, especially in small towns and villages, are very unfamiliar with people of color. It’s not because they mean ill, no, but simply because it’s very rare to see foreigners in such places. So, when Kyle came over to your home for the first time, all neighborhood was quite literally gawking at him. And Garrick, being more closed-off and shy person, was really unnerved by it. What especially set him off was when some random grandmas on the streets asked him “Whose are you?”😭

Oh and he loves, loves, loves when you spill the tea about your family members, sometimes even in front of this exact person bc they can’t speak any English. Sounds mean to do so, but Kyle is very eager to hear about all the drama, glancing discreetly at relative in question. Everyone thinks it’s so cute, watching you two cooing at each other in soft voices in a faraway corner, but in reality you two are just talking shit about everyone in the room😂

John “Soap” MacTavish

What Johnny likes the most about Eastern Europeans is just how generous they are, how they treat all guests with such kindness and hospitality. Usually, when Scottish/British/Irish person invites you for some tea - you do have tea and some sweets. In Eastern Europe though, if you are invited for some tea, you will be having a three meal course of delicious national dishes with incredibly tasty bakery for a dessert, and, of course, tea as promised. And afterwards they will also give you some food in a plastic container so you can take it home. Johnny was genuinely surprised by such warm treatment.

He remembers a lot of random words you say: names of different objects and foods or whole sentences like “turn on the lights” etc in your mother tongue. Johnny likes listening to you talking on the phone with your relatives, his ears perk up slightly whenever he catches a familiar word. But can he actually spell or write these words down? Not really. And if your language uses Cyrillic alphabet? Absolutely no. (This thought came to me based off @kivino’s hc’s)

When Johnny visited your home for the first time, he was actually surprised to see this stereotypical picture: a bratz doll gf and her shreck bf. He was also surprised by how unattractive most Eastern European men are, especially those in their 40s.

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