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Hey you know im gonna need AFAB she/her reader with a respectful number 9 with some accidental P and desperate T >:3c and if you can work in some F and W elements too well that would be an added bonus

That's a extra large number 9 McHorny Meal with a boytoy, please enjoy your meal!

Touch of Pollen, Touch of Pearl

Prompt: Sex Pollen + Thighjob + First Time + Body Worship

Additional Tags: afab reader, she/her pronouns, shark anatomy (claspers aka two dicks), masturbation, this came out a little omegaversy lmao, biting, size difference, this is basically a monsterfucker fic, oral (recieving), fingering, forced orgasms, pervert fish?, p n v sex, creampie, cumshot, aftercare, friends to lovers

WC: 7.6k dear god

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🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

You were a little anxious to say the least, pacing the lawn deck of the Sunny nervously as you waited for the scouting party to return. You'd only been on the crew a few months, but you cared about them greatly, and though the island was uninhabited you still held concerns. As the new botanist for the Straw Hats, born and raised in the New World, you knew how deceptively dangerous even just the plant life on these sorts of islands could be, and you cursed yourself for not insisting you joined the scouting party when you didn't draw a coloured straw to be chosen. Grass was flattened and getting damaged in the straight path you walked back and forth, other members idly sitting around on the lawn or stairs but nonchalantly keeping an eye out as well.

Usopp stood on the stern castle deck near the entrance to the aquarium, a telescope in hand that quickly shifted as he caught movement at the treeline. “They're coming back!” He announced, mouth turning downwards to a pout, “I think something is wrong, Robin's fleur is carrying Boss Jinbei”

You rushed up the stairs and grabbed the telescope to look, pointing it to where he'd been looking. Sure enough Nami and Robin were running towards the ship, Robin's arm's crossed and pink petals swirling in the air as giant hands appeared and disappeared in turns, carefully passing along Jinbei between them to move alongside them. He looked unconscious but you couldn't see any blood from this distance, so it was impossible to tell what was wrong. You could see Robin through the telescope as she spotted you, concern on her face as her mouth began to move. You almost yelped as the voice appeared right beside you, her pretty mouth tickling your shoulder where it had appeared as she spoke.

“[Y/n]! Can you hear me? Nod if you can,” the mouth said in Robin's sweet voice, a little panicked sounding which filled you with worry given her usually calm demeanour during times of crisis. You nodded in her direction, still too small to see her properly without the telescope but you assumed she had an eye somewhere you couldn't see. “Good, listen to me carefully. The three of us got hit with some sort of pollen spores, but it only seemed to affect Boss Jinbei. I'm worried about contamination so tell the others to put Boss Jinbei's mattress in the aquarium, then keep everyone clear of us, I mean it. Even Chopper, we don't know yet how this will affect the others if we still have pollen on us”

You gave a stern nod and turned to the others, who were slowly gathering behind you. “Franky, grab the Boss's mattress and take it to the aquarium then come back here. Nobody approach them when they arrive, I have a theory but right now it's not safe, we don't know how contagious they are”

“But I have to treat Boss!” Chopper cried.

“I know Chopper, but we can't have our brilliant doctor getting sick, Jinbei wouldn't want that,” you told him, making Chopper do his blushy little wiggle dance, “they said they all got hit by pollen so they could still all be covered in it, we need to keep our head about us”

“Okay…” Chopper said sadly, kicking at nothing. Franky returned from moving the mattress and joined the others as they gathered in front of the door to the boy's cabin, leaving plenty of space for the scouting party to ascend the gangplank and head to the aquarium. A giant hand appeared on the deck in a flurry of pink petals as they got close, receiving Jinbei from the previous hand and taking him to the aquarium as a trail of smaller hands received him and passed him through the door and out of sight.

“Robin-cwan! Nami-swan!” Sanji cooed as he ran towards the two women ascending the gangplank with open arms. You caught him by his collar, momentarily choking him as you yanked him backwards, throwing him at Zoro who rolled his eyes and hooked his arms under the cook's armpits to trap him.

“Sanji are you stupid?” You chided, “I told you we have to stay clear!”

“Sorry, my darling! I was caught in a spell of love!” Sanji replied, immediately starting to fight Zoro and setting off a fistfight that quickly ended for both of them with a hard knock to their heads from your closed fists, leaving them to sit on the grass and rub their scalps. Robin was saying something to Nami as they came on deck, and Nami quickly disappeared up the stairs and through the aquarium door.

“Robin! What happened!?” Chopper cried, rearing to go to her.

“It was some sort of mushroom,” she panted heavily from the run and straining use of her devil fruit, who knew how long they'd been running. “Nami stepped on it and it let some sort of cloud of spores out, and then Boss Jinbei started getting sweaty and feverish and collapsed”

“Did you see the mushroom?” You asked, a theory in mind but you needed to check your books and confirm the plant first.

“I did, and I'm guessing you have the same theory as I do about its effectiveness,” she suggested.

“Aye,” You replied confidently. “Sanji, Chopper, go to the kitchen once Robin and I are behind closed doors, use the pulley to communicate with Nami. I don't know the exact nature of what he's being affected by right now, but there are many plants and fungi on the Grandline that only affect males, so I believe us women are safe, as well as Brook I believe, since he doesn't have the capacity to be affected by drugs. Brook, go take Nami's place so she can shower, tell her to rinse her clothes and make sure she scrubs her hair well, Robin and I will go to the library to confirm the mushroom”

“What about the rest of us?” Luffy asked, pinky up his nose casually. You were glad to have such a laid back captain who had no problem giving up power at a time like this.

“The rest of you stay in the boy's cabin till someone comes to get you,” you ordered, already starting to leave, Brook long since run off to relieve Nami. “You have to all stay here till there's no chance of contamination. It shouldn't take long, just until Nami and Robin are clean, but under no circumstances is anyone other than myself, Robin, Nami or Brook, permitted to enter the aquarium. Even if Jinbei is cleaned we won't know if what he has is contagious to the rest of the men on board anyway”

“Right!” Usopp declared, hands on hips, pretending that he wasn't terrified and unbelievably relieved that he could just go hide in his bed.

You hurried off to join Robin, the two of you rushing up the stairs, the sound of footsteps and little hooves a safe distance behind you as Sanji and Chopper headed to the galley. You rushed to your shelf and pulled out a few books while Robin described the mushroom in great detail. Small, fat head, vibrant purple, blue spots, bulbous, she described it as being the relative shape and size of a dog's penis, which seemed oddly specific but you didn't question it. Robin searched through one book while you searched another, until she, with her undeniably impressive research skills, found a diagram of the mushroom she'd seen and slid the book across the table for you to decipher the technical jargon that she only particularly understood, being that this wasn't her field of knowledge.

“This isn't good,” you bit you lip as you recognized the page and remembered what you knew of it, “he's been hit by a powerful aphrodisiac, and just as we thought it only affects the males of species that procreate through sexual reproduction”

“It probably bolsters species numbers so it has more corpses to feed off,” Robin said nonchalantly. You shuddered at the incredibly morbid observation but she was probably right. “How will it affect Boss Jinbei?”

“His body is telling him right now that he needs to breed,” you sighed, scanning the page and reading the lists of side effects and potential treatments. “He's essentially going into the mammal equivalent of a rut. It says here the effects can last up to four days until-” you re-read the passage over and over hoping you were reading it wrong but disparingly it remained the same.

“Until what?” Robin asked with great concern as she noted your hesitation.

“Until his body gives out from the strain and he dies,” you replied, voice shakey. Robin was cold and silent as she processed the statement, logical mind in overdrive as she looked for a solution, separating herself from her feelings to keep her wits about her as she often did in situations like this. “What happens when animals are exposed?” She finally asked. “If it wants them to reproduce, surely it doesn't just kill them?”

“It says they mate several times and the effects wear off, if they don't find a mate the mortality time frame is two to seven days depending on the size of the animal,” you reported, slumping into a chair in defeat, already mourning the loss of the helmsman you'd come to really care for. Really, really cared for. Now that you were losing him, your heart was going into overdrive and you regretted never telling him how you really felt. Would he even be coherent enough to understand if you told him now?

“So he just needs to mate then,” Robin said matter-of-factly, like it was no big deal, shaking you from your self-immolating spiral. You brows shot up in surprise, like she wasn't suggesting the fishman just needed to get laid to save his life. “Do you want to do it or shall I? Nami is only interested in women, I don't believe she'll be of help here.”

“Robin!” You exclaimed, vibrant blush spreading on your cheeks as you considered what it might be like to lay with Jinbei. So strong… so… big… it wasn't like it was the first time you'd thought about it either. Robin quirked a brow, she could practically see the cogs turning in your head.

“You like him, don't you?” She smiled knowingly. You gave a frustrated huff and crossed your arms but didn't correct her, making her giggle. “I'll leave him in your care then. I should go shower, but I'll update Chopper on the situation afterwards and say what he says”

“Robinnnn, I can't-” you complained, “I mean… he's not in his right mind, what if he hates me after?”

“I can assure you that Boss Jinbei will probably be the one apologising profusely afterwards,” she smiled, “he'll probably blame himself and claim he took advantage of you. It'll be fine, [y/n], I think he'll be thankful you did it instead of letting him suffer and die. It's not the worst thing to happen, he is quite fond of you after all”

“He is?” You blushed, picking at your cuticles under the table.

“He told me himself he thinks you're quite beautiful,” she assured you, no hint of untruthfulness or malice in her voice. “I should warn you though, I've discussed fishman anatomy with him in great detail for my research and you may find he is quite unlike any human you've been with”

“Ah, yes.. because I have definitely slept with other humans,” you mumbled sarcastically. Robin took a seat next to you and rubbed your hand reassuringly.

“[Y/n] my dear, are you a virgin?” She asked softly, no hint of mockery in her voice, only quiet concern.

“... yes,” you replied in a small voice. She made a little sigh and rubbed the back of your hand with her other, your palm sandwiched between her soft warm ones.

“Are you sure you want to do this then?” She asked, “I don't want you to be uncomfortable. It's a lot to ask of someone even if they had experience”

“It's okay, I think, if it's him,” you replied with a heavy blush, “it's not that I never wanted to, I just never had the opportunity, given my… coloured… history. I've done… some things… just never the whole way. What do you mean thought by ‘he's unlike a human’?”

“Ah,” Robin smiled softly at you, “you see, Boss Jinbei is a whale shark fishman. His genitals are quite like that of a whale shark.”

“Meaning?” You pressed.

“Meaning, he has claspers instead of a penis,” she explained. You cocked a brow, not missing the plural.

“Claspers, multiple?” You asked.

“Yes, two of them,” she answered causally with that usual sweet smile of hers like she hadn't just dropped a bombshell. You must have been cherry red at this point, your face hot with flush. “There is also something else,” she continued, and you wondered how she could possibly have anything more shocking to say than dropping than Jinbei has two dicks. “You are aware of how some mammals lock together during mating, yes?” You nodded anxiously, already seeing where this was going, “Claspers have a similar process, so you may find a little discomfort as he finishes”

“Oh, okay,” you blinked, trying to recall every moment in your life that led to this bizarre scenario. That's what you get for staying on the Grandline you guessed. “What do I… um… what do I do? I mean how do I… how do I please him?”

“Just follow his lead,” Robin assured you, “I'm sure despite the pollen he will be a gentleman. Boss Jinbei has a strong will, a little horniness isn't going to be enough to make him hurt you”

“Okay,” you replied anxiously.

“I'll keep the other's from the aquarium, make sure you shut the pulley hatch though, or the sound will travel,” she winked as she stood, bringing on a whole new round of fluster. “If you change your mind just tell me, I won't judge you if you don't feel comfortable with the situation, I'll take care of him if you find yourself unable to”

“Thank you Robin,” you sighed as you stood, following her out the door. You made your way down the stairs as she headed the other way to head to the bathroom, and you took a deep breath before entering the aquarium. Jinbei was laying on the mattress in the middle of the floor, pushed up against the bar seating that surrounded the mizzenmast running through the center of the room. His kimono was open to the waist, his red sun tattoo on full display, smooth skin dripping with sweat as his chest heaved with heavy breaths. He was unconscious still, Brook carefully dabbing at his forehead with a cold damp cloth.

“Ah! [Y/n]-san! Do you have news?” Brook asked hurriedly, resting the cloth over Jinbei's forehead as he turned his attention to you. You sat on one of the bench seats that lined the half moon room, blue aquarium lights colouring the room in soft lighting that would be romantic under other circumstances.

“We know the mushroom that he was affected by, and we were correct in thinking it only affects males,” you looked at Brook, “sorry, males within their fertile age range.” Brook nodded for you to continue, not taking offense to your attempt at not immasculating him, he understood what you meant. “I can help him, he'll be okay, but I'll need some privacy for the rest of the day and evening. The treatment is quite delicate, I don't think he'd like others seeing him in that position”

“It sounds like you're going to torture him,” Brook half laughed, and you struggled to force a smile for him to keep it lighthearted. In reality, Jinbei's current position, laid out and panting, half clothed and covered in sweat, was having an effect of its own on you, and you felt a little ashamed that you were beginning to look forward to the… treatment… despite the fact that Jinbei was clearly suffering right now. “Shall I leave then?” Brook asked, standing and reminding you how incredibly tall he was.

“Yes, thank you Brook, I can look after him from here,” you hummed, “please ask Sanji to send our dinner up in the pulley as well as plenty of water. I'll also need some clean towels, and probably some more cloths with a bucket of water to wet them”

“Aye aye, [y/n]-san!” Brook gave a mock salute, “please take care of Boss-san!”

“He's gonna be okay, Brook,” you smiled, running a thumb over the back of the skeleton's cold boney hand. You weren't sure if he could feel it but you hoped the motion was comforting anyway. You could tell that Brook was concerned, he was doing his best to come off as nonchalant but you knew he cared a great deal about Jinbei, and could hear the underlying concern in his voice. He gave your hand a squeeze, letting you know he understood the gesture and appreciated it, before leaving to pass on your message and gather things for you.

You pulled your knees up to your chin as you watched over Jinbei. From what the book explained, right now he was going through a process that would usually take several days, his body being pumped full of hormones that would put him into a frenzy when he eventually woke up. For now he would likely be asleep a little longer, so you had a little time to prepare. First you took the towels and bucket of water that were sent up the pulley, setting them aside on a bench with the bucket on the floor. You set the large jug of water Sanji sent up on the bar counter along with the two glasses, and set beside them the lovingly made snacks that were sent up with them. You took the opportunity to eat and drink a little while you could, then, satisfied there was nothing more to be done, you locked the aquarium door, shut the pulley hatch, and removed most of your clothes. They were going to come off anyway, you may as well make it less awkward for Jinbei by doing some of the work now, leaving yourself in only your loose comfortable shirt and panties. You curled up on the mattress beside him, Jinbei making little groans as you pressed against his side. His usually cool skin was almost blistering to the touch, yet it erupted in goosebumps wherever you made contact. You hoped your physical presence could offer him some comfort during his fever dreams, at the very least he would know he wasn't alone when he woke up.

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The mattress shifting underneath you woke you from your unintentional nap, heavy breathing and groans next to you indicating that Jinbei was awake. You realised his kimono was draped over you like a blanket, still warm from being against his feverish skin, but notably that meant he was likely naked. You turned your body to face him, his bare back to you, hand at his front moving frantically, you didn't need two guesses to know why. You could hear his teeth occasionally click together like he was biting air as he made frustrated growls and fisted himself. He nearly jumped out of his skin as you reached over and placed a hand on his shoulder, his smooth skin coated in sweat.

“[Y/n]!” He exclaimed, curling in on himself to hide his shame, “please excuse me! I didn't mean to- I mean I had to- ah, I'm usually more controlled than this!”

“It's okay Boss, you're not in your right mind,” you cooed, rubbing his back soothingly, “you've been dosed with an aphrodisiac, how much do you remember?”

“Ah, we were scouting and then,” his brows furrowed as he tried to fight the horny haze in his brain to concentrate, “Nami stood on something, and there was some sort of cloud, and I felt warm and dizzy. I don't remember anything after that. Ah, are the other's okay?”

“She stood on a mushroom,” you explained, “Robin and Nami are okay, as is everyone else. The mushroom only affects breeding age males, the others are all being kept clear of this room. Right now, you're experiencing the mammal equivalent of a rut. Do you understand?”

“Ah, that does explain my… condition,” he hummed, cheeks flush with embarrassment. Jinbei was strong and brave, even against emperors he showed no fear, but when it came to matters of sexual needs, his confidence was practically stripped from him. He was raised in a generation that instilled a great amount of taboo about all things of a sexual nature, he knew it was just a natural process many experienced and the foundation of how most species continued, but he couldn't bring himself to work past the feeling of shame that sat deep within him for having such desires.

“I know this is… awkward… but you have to let it run its course,” you said softly, “you have to give in, or it'll wear you down till your body gives out. That's why I'm here. I imagine you are… unable to find satisfaction on your own right now, because of the pollen”

“You would be correct,” Jinbei cleared his throat awkwardly, “but I can not ask you to do that. I will die with my honour intact instead, I will not force myself on you because of this”

“Jinbei…” he shivered a little at your use of his name, you only ever called him Boss as many of the crew did, and his name sounded like honey dripping from your tongue. “You won't be forcing me to do anything, I'm offering. I… like you…” your voice cracked a little as you forced out the confession, no time like the present you guessed, especially if this was your only chance to say it. “Robin has offered as well, if you would prefer her…”

“No!” He spooked you a little with the speed he turned over, taking your wrist firmly but not painfully in his large smooth hand, “I, I want you. I woke up thinking about you. Even before I realised you were here, I could smell you, that delicious sweet scent you have,” your breath hitched as he pressed his nose against the crook of your neck, forcing your head to move and unintentionally baring it for him. He took a deep inhale, making a small groan as he caught your scent. “You've always smelt so good to me, and you're so beautiful. So sweet and strong and kind, I care a great deal about you. Which is why I can't take what you're offering, my pearl”

“I can't let you die,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his as he retracted his face from your shoulder. You shuffled forward so your bodies were pressed together, feeling the long hard forms of his two cocks against your abdomen. It made you ache with need, unconsciously pressing harder against him. “I want you, Boss,” you whispered, “and I want you to be okay. So use me, use my body to fight the pollen, so you can live. You care about me, don't you? Don't hurt me by letting yourself die because of a stupid outdated concept like honour. It's not honourable to let yourself die needlessly, let me help you”

Jinbei made a little whimper as your words soaked in, letting you guide his hand to rest against your ass. You reached down between your bodies, taking his claspers in your small, shaky hand and doing what you could to hold them together, unable to wrap your hand around them properly. He was big, proportional to his large body, each one being about the length and width of your arm from fingertip to elbow, thicker even perhaps, smooth and tapered at the end, witg none of the prominent veins or defined head that a human cock had. He made a stuttered groan as you touched him, his hand flexing on instinct and unintentionally squeezing the flesh of your ass, his hand large enough to cover the whole of your rump. It was just as well he was big, with your face up near his you could barely reach, the base of his cock closer to your knees than your own center, but his cocks were long enough that you could reach the top third of them anyway.

His eyes were shut as you touched him, making restrained groans as you ran your other hand up his chest, till it cupped his cheek, running your thumb curiously over the edge of a tusk. His eyes opened in surprise as you pressed your lips against his, small mouth slotting nicely between his tusks which were smooth against your cheeks. His eyes closed again as he returned the kiss, his lips parting as his tongue pressed against yours, so wide it barely fit in your mouth, sparking arousal at your core at just how big everything about him was. His sharp teeth were no issue as he kept dominance over the kiss, pollen driving his need as he began to buck into your hand, the tips of his claspers finding their way under your shirt till he was sliding against your warm bare skin. Something in him snapped as you let out a needy whine, pollen taking his mind completely as he broke from the kiss and flipped you over so your back was against his front, your core aligned with his. He pressed against your ass, his cocks driving against you as he rutted desperately till he found what he needed, the pair sliding between your thighs and making him growl as he found the pressure he was looking for. He immediately set a fast pace, fucking your thighs hard, hands holding your hips tight as his cocks rubbed firmly against your center, grinding against your clothed clit and making you moan. Your moans only spurred him on more, entirely driven by lust and need, and he could feel the way your panties grew damper with every long pull, the scent of your arousal thicker by the moment and slowly driving him insane.

He made a possessive growl as he tore your panties from your body, making you yelp in surprise, his hands pushing your shirt up roughly and groping your soft breasts as he felt the first drops of your slick against his cocks and made a deep satisfied rubble that reverberated through your chest as he pinned you against him. His claspers were pressed hard against your pussy, slicker with every pull, rolling your clit back and forth between them as they moved, making you whine and squeeze your thighs harder to force more pressure. You couldn't have fought him off even if you wanted to, his hold so tight on you as he moved one hand back to your hip, the other still kneading your breasts and playing with your nipples, that clicking sound of his teeth slamming together returning behind you. A thought occurred to you, knowing he was being driven by instincts right now, and knowing many predator species used their teeth to hold the female during mating.

“Boss, you can bite me if you need to,” you whined, pulling your shirt aside to expose your skin. His nose breezed against your neck again, making you shiver, the clicking sound now right against your ear. Your shirt was suddenly torn open, the remnants hanging weakly from your torso as you felt his teeth nip at your skin. He didn't sink them in like you thought he might, instead just pricking the skin like little needles, barely noticeable past the pleasure he was giving you, making small love bites that only occasionally drew a tiny amount of blood, which he would tenderly soothe with his wide tongue before making a new mark. The deep rumble in his chest continued, almost akin to a purr, making your whole body vibrate pleasantly. He shifted slightly and it had the effect of making one cock zero in on your clit. Previously it'd been sort of ground between them, but now he was making direct contact against it and your coil quickly pulled taught. You fought his hold instinctively against the overstimulation, but unable to escape you had no choice but to let go, gushing over his cocks and shaking hard against him. He groaned as he felt your release and bit your shoulder again, this time holding his teeth almost threateningly against your delicate skin as the ends of his claspers opened like umbrellas and great swathes of cum shot from them, pooling against your thighs and on the mattress in front of you as you made overstimulated whimpers.

His hold only slightly loosened on you, his thick tongue running over your shoulder and neck before shifting so you fell back against the mattress, cum pooling underneath you as the weight on the mattress made it run in your direction. You felt utterly lewd sitting in a pool of his cum, some of it still dripping over your front as you panted, the thick fluid slowly seeping into the bedding below as it cooled. His tongue never stopped moving as he loomed over you, running it over your torso, wide enough that he could envelop an entire breast with one swipe of the wet appendage before sucking it into his mouth, careful of his teeth as he flicked your pert nipples with the tip of his tongue. You were a squirming, panting mess underneath him, the scraps of your shirt pulled from your body leaving you entirely nude underneath him, his tongue travelling further and further down as he licked and touched every part of you. He pushed your legs apart and knelt between them, grabbing your ankles and pulling them up so he could run his tongue over your legs, leaving you with only the upper half of your torso against the mattress as he dangled you practically upside-down. The way he manhandled you made you ache, he could snap you like a twig if he wanted to but his hands were firm and gentle, prying your legs apart as you grew suddenly shy. He gave you a hungry look as he held you open by your thighs, his large hands able to wrap right around them like he was holding no more than a couple of training weights, admiring the vibrant blush on your face as you failed to hide behind your hands, and the way his cum was now coating your hair with the way he was holding you. He kept eye contact with you as he ran his tongue between your folds, making you buck and squirm as he held you tight, lapping at you like you were a frozen treat before zeroing in on your sensitive clit and giving it a harsh suck. The sounds you were making made him rut against nothing, though occasionally you could feel the tips of his hardened lengths against your back whenever his hips jolted forward. The end of his tongue teased against your entrance and you held your breath, overly anxious from having never been penetrated before. He could see your hesitation and despite the cloud of lust, he stopped himself, concerned for your wellbeing.

“Do you want me to stop, my pearl?” He asked, voice husky and deep, making your eyes momentarily flutter shut as you shivered.

“No, don't stop,” you whined, “I just haven't… I've never had anyone there”

“I can avoid that, if you'd like,” he said softly, “there are plenty of other things I can do,” he continued playfully, running his tongue flat over your pussy to emphasize his point.

“No, I want it,” you moaned, reaching up to touch him but unable to reach, arms falling uselessly back to the blankets, “I want you inside me, please Jinbei”

Your hips rolled on their own accord, searching unconsciously for fullness, and his cocks twitched at your neediness. “I'll be so gentle with you, my pearl,” he cooed, the tip of his tongue back at your entrance where you ached for him. He pushed it in slowly, watching your face carefully for any sign of unease or pain, knowing full well his tongue was thicker than any normal human man's cock. He probably should have used his fingers first, but they were impossibly thick as well, so it probably made little difference. At least your previous orgasm had relaxed you a little, allowing him to get about a third of his wide tongue inside you without much resistance, slowly sinking more in as you stretched around it. You were already moaning and writhing at the fill and he hadn't even done anything yet, making a grin spread over his face as he watched you drape an arm over your eyes and grope at your own breast with the other hand.

Finally he hit the thickest part of his tongue, sliding the rest in with relative ease, making you let out a long, deep moan as his tongue began to thrust in and out of you, causing you a type of pleasure that was entirely unfamiliar to you. He barely had to move, making agonizingly slow, shallow pulls and thrusts with his tongue that had your pussy fluttering around him, crying out in pleasure while your honey pooled on his tastebuds. He curled it inside you, pressing against your spongey g-spot and making you see white as you suddenly came again without warning, gushing on his tongue, making him groan as he made lewd slurping noses and drank your release.

“You're doing so well, my pearl,” he praised as he removed his tongue, giving you one more wide stripe of it before lowering your pelvis to his lap as he licked his lips. You could feel his claspers, hard and twitching against your back. Your legs were either side of Jinbei, soaked pussy pressed against his front by design, arousal catching on his curly black tuft of pubic hair as your chest continued to heave with every heavy pant. Your ass was pressed against the base of his cocks, and from this position you could feel how they reached all the way to your upper back, to the bottom of your shoulder blades. There was no way you could take him, it was physically impossible, but you couldn't help your curiosity as you wondered what it might feel like for him to fill you with what he could, especially given the nirvana you'd found with his tongue alone. One of your hands stayed drapped over your face, unable to bring yourself to look at him, embarrassed by how debauched you must look. The other you slid under your back, making Jinbei grunt as you found a clasper and stroked it experimentally.

“Jinbei,” you whined, “want you~”

“Are you sure, my pearl?” He asked hesitantly, bringing a thumb to your wet cunt and pressing it gently against your swollen clit, making you squeak. You could feel how hard he still was underneath you despite how much he'd cum earlier, the pollen needed more from him, he needed another release, and you wanted it too.

“Want you inside me, please,” you moaned, rolling your hips to grind yourself against his thumb. Jinbei's teeth clicked together again, and he shook his head as he fought the suffocating cloud of lust the pollen was causing. Everything in his brain was telling him to grab you hard and use your body till you were fat with his babies, but he couldn't do that to you, so small and fragile and trusting under his strong hands. You finally pulled your arm away from your face enough to look at him, peeking out from beneath your forearm, eyes blown out with lust, your lip millimeters from bleeding as you bit down on it.

“Fuck,” he huffed, knowing full well he couldn't deny you when you were looking at him like that. You shivered with anticipation, you were sure you'd never even heard him swear before, and it made your pussy drip knowing it was your expression alone that made the usually polite, well mannered gentleman curse. He wasn't even sure at this point if it was the pollen or just your body squirming under him that made him feel so aggressively horny and possessive of you, seeing the perfect half moons of small red dashes that littered your skin from his teeth, marking you as his. He wanted all of you, and the way you gripped his cock told him how much you wanted all of him too.

He slid his hand under your rump for just a moment, freeing the clasper you weren't holding, pulling it to the front and letting it fall heavy against you with a wet slap. The base of it gave you something to grind against, which you did eagerly, lubricating him with your arousal while his tip laid between your breasts, precum dripping from it and dribbling down towards your neck. You looked at him as you teasingly craned your neck, swiping your tongue over the end and gathering some of the salty fluid that leaked from it, feeling it pulse against your abdomen as more fluid leaked onto your tongue. You let yourself lay back again, ass still raised in his lap as you grinded against him, licking your lips as you held eye contact. He made a little growl, undeniably turned on by what you'd done, then he grabbed you with a hand under your back and the other under your ass, scooping you up and moving you easily as though you weighed nothing, seating you on the long bench that bordered the aquarium. Your body was almost as blue as his under the soft lighting, and his hands pressed against the underside of your thighs, pushing them up and out so your cunt was on full display for him, pussy slightly gaped from his thick tongue and glistening with honey. He had you practically folded in half, chest and head pressed against the back of the padded bench, ass at the edge of the seating, legs in the air. You would have been embarrassed by how exposed your cunt was but the hungry way he was looking at you overrid any inclination of shyness. He lowered his face to your pussy and ran a wide stripe up it again, letting his tongue continue upwards, running over your stomach and between you breasts, lapping up his own precum until his tongue reached your mouth and he captured your lips in a hungry kiss.

He used the kiss to distract you as he slid two thick fingers inside your pussy, pumping you slowly and scissoring them to stretch you out, the webbing between fingers catching against your edges and assisting with the stretch. He added a third, swallowing the whine you made at the slightly painful stretch, which faded back to pleasure as you adjusted to him. He brought his cocks up to rest against your stomach and you reached between your bodies to take one in each hand, stroking them the pace he was setting with his fingers even if you couldn't fit your hands right around them.

Satisfied you were open enough to take him, he sat back on the balls of his feet, fisting his claspers together in one hand, his hands big enough to reach around both at once with no issue. You bit your lip as you looked at them, so impossibly big, and it was like he could read your mind as he ran a soothing thumb over your inner thigh.

“I don't expect you to take all of me, my pearl,” he assured you, “just some of one will feel devine I am certain. Are you ready my love? You can say no, I won't be upset with you.”

You nodded and bit your finger nervously, letting your knees fall outwards to spread yourself as wide as you could, feet resting on the curved bench either side of you. He took a clasper in each hand, guiding one to rest against you while he positioned the other at your entrance. “It may hurt a little at first, but only for a moment. You'll tell me if it gets too much, right?”

You nodded again and he gave you a soft smile, running a hand up your chest till it cupped your face, holding you so very gently and rubbing his thumb over your cheek and lips as he began to slide his cock inside you. He'd prepared you well, but there was still some amount of stretch, a slight stinging pain as your entrance widened to its limits. He saw the pained expression on your face and cooed soft praises, moving as slowly as he could until he felt his tip press against your cervix, pulling back a little so he wouldn't hurt you by pressing against it. He stayed deadly still until the pain written on your face melted, your expression falling back to pleasure as you appreciated just how full you were with his body connected to yours. When your eyes opened, not even realising you'd closed them in concentration, you found him looking at you with such pride and devotion that you couldn't help but offer him a half-lidded smile, which he returned with his usual toothy grin, making your heart soar.

“Are you ready now, my love?” He asked softly, his smile making you feel significantly less nervous, remembering that this was Jinbei, and you were safe with him.

“Y-yes,” you replied, biting your lip as he began to drag himself back out of you, and gripping the fabric of the bench below you hard as he sunk back in. His pace was agonizingly slow for both of you, barely half of his cock shealthed, the other clasper resting heavily against your abdomen and grinding against your clit with every thrust, meeting with the buldge in your abdomen that made Jinbei's eyes roll back every time he saw it, aroused by seeing himself so deep inside you.

Bit by bit he increased his pace as you grew more comfortable, whines turning to strings of loud moans and cries of his name, making tears in the fabric of the seating below you as your nails sank into it while you held on for dear life. Your entire body was being rocked back and forth as he fucked you, pollen slowly winning out over his better judgement as he lifted one of your legs and nipped at the calf. He had to put all his will power into keeping himself from sinking any deeper into you, but your hot wet walls felt so tight and devine around his cock, the soft skin of your belly giving pleasant friction to the other. The hand not holding your leg was resting at the top of the bench over your head for support, wood creaking under the strain as it threatened to break. He couldn't help but blush when he looked up and saw the fish in the aquarium watching him, a small audience as he fucked you senseless.

“Jinbeiiii,” you whined, pulling his attention from the voyeuristic fish, “I'm- I'm gonna-”

“Let go for me, my pearl,” he groaned, “I'll be right there with you, you're doing so very well”

You went practically silent as you saw white, body arching off the bench and seizing, hands reaching out and grabbing at forearms, sinking your nails into them as you came hard. You felt a swelling inside you as his clasper opened, vaguely registering through your haze as the other opened against your belly, liquid spraying out over your breasts and neck, some even splashing against your face, while more still filled you and dripped from your overstuffed cunt as Jinbei groaned and stilled. Both of you went slack, Jinbei's cocks slipping from on and in you and slapping against his thighs wetly as he pulled away, hands either side of you to keep him from crushing you. He kissed you softly, both of you unable to do any more than exhausted soft pecks in the intense afterglow of your orgasms, cum dripping down your center and leaking from your cunt, pooling on the floor beneath you as he helped you sit up a little better. He looked at the fish above you and gave them a little growl, the school quickly dissipating at threat of being eaten.

You weren't sure how long the two of you sat there in silence, panting heavily and exchanging soft kisses. At some point he redressed, using the cloths and towels you'd prepared earlier to clean you both up as best he could. He frowned at your clothes, torn in his lust-addled haze, making note to himself to replace them, before taking the cape from his kimono and wrapping it around you. He sat on the bench next to you and pulled you into his lap, and you giggled as he hand fed you snacks and water, smiling to himself at how cute you were, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks that you still seemed so trusting of him after the relatively hard fuck he'd given you. His mind felt a lot clearer, the pollen now worked out of his system, but he couldn't find any ounce of regret at what had happened, and neither could you.

[shootingstarwritings]

"Old Men are Cute"

Maria was a young woman with an obsession to two things: cute things and the occult. Combined with a particular knack with spells, she was an entertaining member of her university’s underground witch club. Those lacking the innate talent relied on her to cast a spell on them to live out their fantasies. Her seniors would often laugh and enjoy the little misadventures Maria would tell to the club. “It’s another tale of the witch Maria, cuteness maestro,” she would sometimes proclaim before launching into another tale.

The title had little competition as all of Maria’s club members agreed that her definition of “cute,” was as eccentric as she was. ��Old men,” she had responded when asked about her type of guy. “They’re the cutest. By far.”

It was due to that talent and unique mind-set that her friend, Frankie, would figure she would put the new spell he had found to good use. “Astral… projection?” she read out loud. Frankie had come bursting into her room, brandishing the sheet and babbling away far too quickly for her to understand. “Frankie, dear, what’s this new spell you got cooking?”

“Found it in my granny’s old stuff,” he said, a sassy hand on his hip. “Think a freak like you can handle it? Seems difficult to pull off.”

“Spells, dick, our landlord, I can handle anything,” Maria said, her chest puffed up with pride. The two looked it over for a while, exchanging notes as they tried to translate the runes. Handling the weathered page was difficult, but after a few hours and a tea break later, they finally had a firm grasp of the spell.

“Phew! Girl, are you sure you’re gonna be able to handle something like that?” Frankie asked her.

“Yeah, of course! Stuff like this is really useful. Like, body swapping into hot guys and jerking off is fun, but it’s difficult to handle because there’s always a straight guy just going, ‘Nah bitch, give me back my body. Hate this lower back pain and mentally ill brain.’” She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I know that my boobs aren’t big, but c’mon! Just enjoy the ride. And shapeshifting is also tricky. Boys don’t like it when they suddenly have a long-lost twin trying to pick up guys at the club.”

Frankie sighed. “You really are a freak on a whole ‘nother level. Well, I can keep an eye on your body and cast a spell to make sure it’s nice and healthy until you come back.”

Maria grinned. “Thanks, bestie. You always know exactly what to say.”

“But you gotta cover my rent for the month.”

Maria’s smile dropped, but she still agreed. Taking a deep breath, she allowed her mana to gather. The room darkened as the very light in the space she occupied gathered around her. She raised her hand and grasped an object that came to existence in that very instance.

“A bottle…?” wondered Frankie. Magic always took on the eccentricities of their caster. What exactly was Maria doing…?

Maria twisted the cap and slowly pulled it out. Frankie let out an aggravated sigh as he saw the plastic bubble wand in her hands. Maria, unperturbed at her rude audience, took a deep breath and blew through the hole. A barrage of bright pink bubbles flew through the air, heading straight for a closed window.

Before Frankie could think of opening it, the wave of bubbles phased through the glass. Meanwhile, Maria’s body grew limp before finally collapsing onto her bed. To any oblivious party, she appeared fast asleep.

“Well, guess I get a quiet afternoon,” said Frankie as he prepared to cast a few protective wards on Maria’s body.

Meanwhile, Maria’s soul flew through the air like a pack of hot-pink, hungry locusts. She had the perfect target in mind for her little playtime. Her literature professor, Mr. Jeong, was a stoic, well-dressed, and masculine hunk of a man. That’s why he made the perfect guy to invade first. With Maria in the wheel, she could bring out a sort of ‘contrast,’ that only men like him could pull of.

Mr. Jeong’s office hours were just about to wrap up, so Maria flew towards his office. People looked up and stared at the mass of bubbles that somehow knew where they were going, but Maria merely drank up the attention. All they could do was look up and stare as Maria soared without wings. Much of her life was spent as as a ‘have-not,’ but with magic she would become a ‘have-it-all.’ That was her promise to herself, and she intended to keep it.

As expected, Mr. Jeong was wearing another dull suit and a boring pair of slacks on a Friday afternoon. He was too busy sitting by his desk, scrolling through essays from his students to notice Maria’s myriad of bubbles staring at him through the window. ‘You’re mine, Mr. Hunk!’ thought Maria as she flew through the window. To experiment, she allowed just one bubble to phase through his back.

Mr. Jeong’s body tightened and shivered. His hips jerked forward, almost propelling him off his chair. For Maria, she could feel just a bit of Mr. Jeong’s weighty form. Her experiment was over. Now it was time for the real thing. Maria’s bubbles all surged forward and slammed into Mr. Jeong’s back and ass. Mr. Jeong let out a high-pitched moan as waves of pleasure surged from his back and focused on his ass and dick. “Argh…! Ah! Ahhh…!” His back arched into a C as Maria’s soul ruthlessly pounded and flowed into him. “N-No…” He gripped the armrests on his chair and tried to lift himself up, but there was little he could do as Maria’s essence flooded and overwhelmed his on. His fat ass slammed onto his chair as his whole body convulsed. Soon, his eyes shut and his body relaxed.

Maria let out a moan with Mr. Jeong’s deep voice as she stretched her stolen body. “Oh yeah…” she whispered to herself, smirking as she ran calloused hands down the tight and thick thighs hidden beneath the boring slacks. She took out his phone, relying on the face recognition to unlock it, and turned the camera on. She pused his lips, smirked, and stuck his tongue out with his eyes staring up at the ceiling. With each out of character face, she made sure to take a selfie and send it to her own number. She needed to make sure she had proof to show the club of her little escapade.

Satisfied, Maria pocketed the phone and began to run her hands down the nice, hunky chest. “Now what should we do, Mr. Jeong? It’s Friday, your office hours are up, and we got all weekend to show the campus another side of you.”

A few hours later, Maria browsed Mr. Jeong’s phone once more as she leaned back into his old recliner. She searched for the latest picture she had taken of his body and sent it to Frankie.

It took only a few seconds for the phone to start blowing up with messages containing nothing but nonsense. Then, she received a phone call.

“Are you crazy?!” Frankie yelled from the other line. “What about his private life? Are you gonna just ruin it all?”

Chuckling, Maria said, “Relax, bestie. I got it covered. His girlfriend’s out for the weekend, so it’s just me, this DILF bod, and the four walls I’m gonna stain with his old man cum. Maybe I’ll even stain his brand new Hello Kitty slippers that I bought with,” she clicked her tongue as she patted the fat wallet in her pocket, “all of his credit cards.”

“I dunno. Still seems kinda risky…”

Ugh, how annoying. Frankie always got nervous ever since he had nearly turned his father into a vegetable while rewriting his memories. Even after Maria had fixed up the spell and even made Frankie’s dad a little bit more bisexual as a treat! However, Maria knew every single chink in Frankie’s armor.

Taking a deep breath, Maria leaned back on the recliner and let out a guttural moan. To add to it, she made sure to spread her powerful legs.

“Uh, um, uh… w-well…”

“And get this, Frankie,” Maria chuckled as she put the cherry on top. “Y’know when you were guessing just how much this body was packing?” She patted Mr. Jeong’s crotch, grinning madly as his cock began to swell and even leak. “You underestimated him.”

“...I’ll be right over.”

[bradshawsbaby]

Letters to My Love // Part IX

Dream A Little Dream Of Me

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Pairing: Bob Floyd x Female Reader

Summary: When you signed up to volunteer with the USO, you never anticipated that you would meet a man like Ensign Robert Floyd. Fate brings you together one balmy spring evening in Charleston—the night before Bob is set to ship off across the Atlantic. Pen and paper become your only means of sharing your heart with the naval aviator who’s captivated it, igniting a correspondence that spans the distance between you. Can love blossom even as war rages and thousands of miles keep you apart?

Word Count: 3.2k

Author’s Note: Bobby and Peach’s story continues! Hope you all enjoy this latest installment!

Set the Mood: If you’re looking for some 1940s vibes, check out the playlist I made to pair with the story.

The title of this chapter comes from the popular song of the same name. Click here to listen to the first ever recording of the song from 1931!

Dedication: As always, this story is dedicated to my dear friend, @luminousnotmatter​. Clara, thank you, thank you, thank you for your support of this story!

Warnings: Alternating POV, allusions to the physical and emotional cost of war, lots of sweet fluff.

April 28, 1943

Dearest Peach (or is it Cookie now?),

I have to tell you, this game of tag might just be the best version of the game I’ve ever played. I sure was surprised—and pleased, believe me—when I opened your last letter to find another photograph inside. The other fellas on the carrier are starting to grumble about how they hardly ever get photos from their girls back home, so you’ve managed to make me quite a big shot around here. Tommy Boy told me just the other day that word’s spreading about how “Floyd’s always getting these pictures from a pretty girl back stateside.” In all honesty, I think they’re just shocked that a gal as pretty as you would be writing to a boring guy from the sticks like me.

Now I don’t want you to think I’m gloating or anything when you send me photos, Peach—although your pretty face DOES deserve to be on billboards, in my humble opinion. It’s just that carriers are smaller than you’d think, in terms of news spreading around, It doesn’t help matters that Benny is always looking over my shoulder during Mail Call, and that when I opened your most recent letter, he stood up on our bench and shouted “Bobby Boy’s got another picture, fellas!” Don’t you worry, though. I tucked your photo into my pocket, right over my heart, and wouldn’t let any of the others see it, no matter how much they begged. Serves them right for being so nosy.

All that to say, it’s a wonderful picture and it brought a big old smile to my face to see how happy you all looked at Christmastime. Please send my highest compliments to Dottie. You and your sister look so much alike, you could both be Hollywood starlets. I especially love your matching smiles—prettier than the angel on top of the Christmas tree. And Frankie is the spitting image of Paddy, my goodness! It’s funny, Paul, Jr. looks just like Paul, too. Maybe the boys will both grow up and go to Annapolis together. You know, following in their fathers’ footsteps and all that. Wouldn’t that be something if they both joined the Navy one day?

Speaking of us “squids,” as our Marine brothers are so wont to call us, I’m glad to hear that you enjoyed the photos that I sent with my last letter. Tommy Boy and Benny have been bragging to anyone who will listen that you have our pictures displayed on your desk. I made the mistake of letting them know that you think they’re very handsome, but don’t worry, I kept it just between us that you think I’m the most handsome. They’re good guys and I wouldn’t want to go bruising their egos or anything like that.

Mike is the name of the fella on board who has the camera and took the pictures for us. He’s hoping he can get his hands on some more film soon so that he can take some more photographs while we’re over here. He likes to send them back home to his fiancee in Arkansas. He’s a solid guy, Mike is. He even told me he’d be happy to take some more pictures for me to send to you when he’s able to—if you’d like that, that is.

I’m glad to know that you don’t mind me writing a little bit about you to my family. I received a letter from my mother the same day I received your letter, and she said you sound like the loveliest girl and that you’re more than welcome on the Floyd farm anytime you happen to find yourself in Linn County, Iowa. When I was writing back to her, I didn’t have the heart to tell her that nobody just so happens to find themselves in Linn County, Iowa. But the offer still stands! My mama would be more than happy to bake you all the pumpkin pies your heart desires. And she’d be more than happy to hear about that peach cobbler recipe, too!

Paul wanted me to tell you that you have no reason to be embarrassed about the punch spill, and that, in fact, you should put it out of your mind completely. He’s sitting across me from right now as I write this, writing his own letter back home to Natasha and the kids. Clara’s just learning to recognize her letters and read some basic words, and Paul, Jr. can’t read at all yet of course, so Paul includes little drawings for them when he writes. Natasha says they love them, and that Clara always carries his letters around when they’re running errands to show off to all the neighbors. “Look at Daddy’s pictures!” she tells them. He really is a good artist, you know. One of these days, I’m going to have him draw something for you. Anything in particular you’d like to see?

Oh, please don’t be embarrassed about my overhearing that conversation! That’s the last thing I want you to feel. You have no reason to be embarrassed, Peach. If anything, it’s that Eddie guy who should feel embarrassed for doing that to a lady. But like you—and Dottie—said, everything happens for a reason. I believe that, too. And I believe that good things can come out of even the worst circumstances. Take this war, for example. It’s awful. There’s no sugarcoating it or making it sound better than it is. It’s just plain awful. In the time I’ve been over here, I’ve seen and heard things that I’ll never be able to forget, things that make you question how human beings can do such things to one another. But I’ve also seen instances of such heroism and bravery, of people doing all they can to stick their necks out for each other and see each other home safely, and I think that that’s got to count for something, too. Don’t you think so, Peach? I know you’re all doing your part back home, too, and that means the world to us over here. We can feel it, and we appreciate it more than you can know. So you see? Good things can still come out of the hard times.

Like you and me meeting, for another thing. I can’t say that I’m grateful for this war, but I am thankful that it brought us together and allowed our paths to cross that night in Charleston. I’ll always be thankful for that, Peach. Not a day goes by that I don’t count my lucky stars that Paul finally convinced me to go to that dance that night. It was the last place in the world I wanted to be, but it turned out to be just the place I needed to be. Everything happens for a reason, right?

Speaking of that night at the dance, I had a dream the other night about dancing with you, Peach. We were at the USO dance at first, but then we were suddenly on the beach. As a farm boy from Iowa, you can imagine that I haven’t spent much time on the beach in my lifetime. But I suppose my subconscious remembers all the beaches I saw in Charleston, because there we were, dancing in the sand while the waves were crashing in. Do you like going to the beach? Like I said, there’s none in landlocked Iowa, but I’d be more than happy to let you be my tour guide when it comes to the best beaches South Carolina and Georgia have to offer.

It’s funny, I don’t usually remember my dreams, but I remember that one quite vividly. I woke up thinking I could still taste saltwater on my tongue and feel you in my arms. Maybe that sounds a little silly, but it’s true. It was the best dream I’ve ever had, I’m sure of it.

It does sound like little Frankie is quite the mischief-maker! Hiding keys already? Something tells me he’s going to give Dottie and Paddy a run for their money when he gets older! From everything you’ve told me, I really do think he and Paul, Jr. would make the best of friends. I imagine the two of them would get into even more mischief than Paul and I did when we were growing up!

Gosh, I wish more than anything that I could be there dancing with you, Peach. But I’m holding the thought of you dancing to “We’ll Meet Again” real close to my heart until we really can meet again. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to hear that song without thinking of you now.

Please do keep me updated on your Victory Garden efforts! I’m looking forward to hearing all about it. Believe me, no one could have a browner thumb than me—just ask Paul, Natasha, and pretty much my entire family—so I’m sure you and Dottie will do a wonderful job!

And Happy Belated Easter, Peach! I hope you had a lovely day with your family. We actually had a bit of exciting news that reached us on Easter Sunday. The Royal Navy sent word that they managed to sink a German U-boat off the coast of [REDACTED], which is hopefully a good sign for all the rest of us. I hope this war comes to an end soon. It feels like we’ve been fighting forever.

I hope that the South Carolina sunshine is treating you right, and that you’re safe and well. I can’t wait until your next letter arrives (I’ll try to keep Benny from looking over my shoulder next time).

Most Truly Yours,

Bobby

May 24, 1943

My Dear Bobby,

Don’t worry, it’s still Peach to you, and it always will be. Frankie is learning so many new words every day that I’m sure I’ll only be Aunt Cookie for a little while longer. But I’d like to stay Peach for a good long while, if that’s alright with you.

I’m sorry to disappoint all the fellas on the carrier—particularly Benny—by not including any new photographs with this letter. I’ll try to amend that next time. But I absolutely do not believe that it should come as any kind of shock to anyone that you and I write to one another, Bobby. Boring? Who would dare call you boring? I’ll not have you talking about yourself like that, Robert Floyd, do you hear me? I could just as easily say that the people back in Charleston would be shocked to learn that a handsome naval aviator is writing to a girl as shy and mousey as me, but I know you wouldn’t like that. Just like I don’t like hearing you talk badly about yourself. So let’s promise one another we won’t do that anymore, hm?

Dottie sends profuse thanks for your sweet words about the Christmas photo—she actually blushed when I told her what you’d written! And I could tell that Paddy was all puffed up with pride when I told him that you thought Frankie looked just like him. Dottie agrees with you wholeheartedly, by the way. “Both my boys are so handsome!” she declared. I think Paddy blushed a little bit at that, though he’d never admit it.

My goodness, imagine Frankie and Paul, Jr. both joining the Navy when they’re older? I think you’re quite right that they’d make excellent friends—but heaven help the Navy with the double trouble those two would bring with all their mischief-making!

By the way, I asked Paddy about that nickname you said the Marines like to use—squids? I’ve never seen my brother-in-law turn so red so fast! “Oh, what do they know?” he demanded, waving his hands in the air. “They’re just a bunch of jarheads!” Squids? Jarheads? I never realized there was such a rivalry between you! No wonder the sailors and the Marines seem to stay on opposite sides of the room whenever the USO hosts an event! I hope you know that I don’t think you’re a squid, Bobby. But if you were, you’d be the cutest squid in the seven seas.

You’re very considerate not to bruise Tommy Boy’s and Benny’s egos, so thank you very much for keeping our little secret. Emily came over the other day—she’s still so excited about the wedding and she wanted me to help her go over some details—and she saw the pictures of you and the boys on my desk. She remembered Paul from the night of the dance, and she thought the rest of you looked familiar, too. She said to pass along her best wishes, and I passed along your congratulations on her and Eddie’s engagement. I hope you don’t mind.

That’s very sweet of your friend, Mike to offer to take more photos for you! Of course I’d love for you to send more, if you’re able to! Being able to see that you’re okay, even with all the miles and a war between us, makes me so happy.

Your mama is most generous and kind to extend that invitation! While I can’t say that I have any reason to be in Linn County, Iowa at the moment, I will be certain to look up the Floyd family farm if ever I should happen to be in town. And please let your mama—and all of your family—know that, should they ever find themselves in Charleston, South Carolina, the Sheridan residence is always open to them. Your mama and I can swap recipes. I know Dottie would love that.

I couldn’t help smiling from ear to ear when I read the part of your letter where you talked about Paul’s drawings for Clara and Paul, Jr.! What a wonderful father he is! And an artist, too? I’m very impressed! Not to mention thankful to him for his unending kindness. I can see why the two of you are the best of friends—you both have the same good hearts. Hmm, now as for what kind of drawing I would like, I suppose that would depend on what Paul specializes in. Does he do portraits? In that case, I’d like to see him draw one of you. Does he draw cartoons? I can only imagine how he’d portray a conversation between Tommy Boy and Benny. If neither of those, then perhaps Paul can draw me some peaches—I always think of you now, Bobby, whenever I eat them.

Oh, Bobby. Yes, I do believe it counts for something when people try to hold onto their goodness in the midst of so much evil and bad. We know so little of what you’re facing over there beyond the small bits that we read in the newspaper or hear on the radio. I can’t even begin to imagine what it’s like to be living in it every day. I wish that I could hold you tight and make all the bad memories go away. But since I can’t, I’m glad to know that you’re able to find the glimpses of good where you can.

Without a doubt, everything happens for a reason, and I believe there’s a reason that you and I met that night, Bobby. Maybe a reason that’s bigger than you and I can ever understand. I’m grateful that our paths crossed, too. So, so grateful. I know this might sound silly considering we’ve only actually been together in person for a few hours, but you’ve helped me come out of my shell more than you can know. I’ve always been so shy, Bobby. Painfully so. It’s not easy for me to talk to new people, or people that I don’t know very well. It’s especially not easy for me to talk to handsome boys like you. But that night at the dance and during our walk on King Street—you made me feel seen, Bobby. And heard. Hardly anyone outside my family has ever made me feel that way. And then we started writing letters to each other and you’ve just been so easy to talk to, so easy to share my heart with. Thank you for that, Bobby. It means more to me than you can possibly imagine. So yes, I thank my lucky stars for that night, too.

Did you really have a dream about me? I’m blushing to think so, but now I don’t feel so shy to tell you that I’ve dreamed about you, too. In my dream, we were back at the ice cream parlor on King Street, sharing an ice cream sundae with lots of whipped cream and cherries on top. When you come home, we’ll have to take a drive to Folly Beach and get ice cream on the pier. I’ll be counting down the days until it happens!

Now speaking of our Victory Garden, Dottie and I are quite proud of the effort we put in this year! You’d think the two of us were a couple of regular old farm girls. We spent about a week or so clearing out the beds from last year and resoiling them. One of our neighbors, Mrs. Patterson had a beautiful garden last year, so she gave us a lot of helpful advice. We ended up planting beans, carrots, cucumbers, and tomatoes. It’s still a little too early to tell how they’ll end up, but they look promising so far! I think you’d be proud of us!

Things here on the homefront have been a little tricky as of late. I’m not sure if word has gotten over to you boys across the Atlantic, but some of the coal miners went on strike last month. It caused a bit of a crisis with regard to production and manufacturing. President Roosevelt delivered a fireside chat discussing the crisis earlier this month. He tried to remind all of us that it’s our patriotic duty to continue working and to do what we can for the war effort. I think Paddy was a bit worried about it, but the government has since taken control of the coal mines, and so we haven’t heard much more about it.

I want so badly to do my part for the war effort, Bobby. I think of you and Paul and Tommy Boy and Benny and all the others, risking your lives across the ocean to defend all of us back home. I want to do something, no matter how small, that can contribute and make a difference. There have been lots of women going to work in the factories ever since we entered the war. Some of them are filling their husbands’ and brothers’ positions while they’re off fighting. Paddy mentioned that they’re actually looking to fill civilian positions at Naval Air Station Charleston. It’s harder because of the background checks required, but I’d have a leg up, being Paddy’s sister-in-law. I’ve been thinking about asking Paddy to help me apply for a position. Do you think I should, Bobby? If it could be of any help to you and all the other men, I’d really like to give it a try. What do you think?

That’s wonderful news about the Royal Navy! Every time I hear about the Allies pushing further into Europe, or defeating our enemies in some way, it gives me a thrill of hope that maybe this all really will be over soon. I hope so, Bobby. I really hope so.

Even though there’s a few thousand miles between us, I hope you can feel all the good thoughts I’m sending your way. I can’t wait until I get your next letter. I always look forward to them.

Until next time, Bobby!

Most Affectionately Yours,

Peach

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[romanarose]

Lil Bit O'Cream

Santiago Garcia x Fat!Francisco Morales

Masterlist : Triple Frontier Masterlist (full of plenty of gay shit)

For week 4 of my Oscar Pedro Pride Event Week 4, Food, Fashion Fun if the theme!

AND

To celbrate my dear friend @beefrobeefcal !!! Happy one year of your blog my pal!!!! I love you so much, thank you for all you do to spreadyt he fat p-boys agenda!

Summery: Frankie doesn't think he deserve extra whipped cream, Santi proves him wrong.

Warnings: Food play, making out, illusions to sex. Body insecurity, Remains 18+ even if we don't get down and dirty!

Hosier referece in there for you sluts.

Devider by @nekokabuuuri

Dinner went well.

It was dessert of straweberries and cream that got Frankie in trouble.

Frankie had noticed that since dating Santiago, he had gained a little weight... And by a litttle, it was a lot. There was so much wasted time, so many years he and Santi missed out of together, they spent the time they had just... Being, having fun. They ate a lot of food... Frankei always knew Santi could cook but damn.

What was frustrating was how Frankie seemed to gain and gain and gain and no matter the chilles rellenos and barracho Santiago ate, he remained the same. Little bit of softness, but overall fit. Frankie was never that fit. In the air force, he always struggled to keeo up with fitness regiments and as soon as he got out he stopped trying too hard. He had to keep a certain level of fitness for a while... but that wained as Santiago's calls for missions did.

Then Colombia happened, and Frankie never wanted to go on another godforsaken mission again, lest he lose Ben, Will or Santi, or leave his daughter without a dad.

Santiago went radio silent for months, no one heard a single word... And then one day, he showed up again at his doorstep, and suddenly lips were on Frankie's before they made it inside the door.

Now, where he was worried about his daughter not having a dad, she had two.

She was away with her mom for the week, leaving Santi and Frankie with some alone time. Alone time Frankie was not that eager to get into. It wasn't that he didn't want Santi. He did, he really fucking did. Sex with Santi was incredible, and it had been a few weeks due to the rush of life... but Frankie was now accutely aware of his weight gain after his last pair of jeans busting a button. He didn't want to take his shirt off to find Santi no longer wanted him.

Dinner was done at the table with a few candles with Our Lady of Guatelupe and Martin De Porres staring at them, housewarming gifts from Frankie's mother to show her support for the couple.

For dessert, Santi sat Frankie down at the couch, put on Breaking Bad, and soon joined him with strawberries and and can of whipped cream. Frankie panicked. He did not need whipped cream right now as his stomach folded over the wasteband of his sweats.

"Um, I'll just take the strawberries, no whipped cream." He requested as Santi's ass bounced as he sat down on their couch.

His partner turned to him, a brow raised. "What? No whipped cream? The strawberrie are just an excuse to eat the whipped cream in the first place."

He was onto him. Frankie resisted the urge to run his fingers through his hair; Will had informed him once that this little habit was a tell when he was uncomfortable and/or lying. "Well, you know me. Whiskey neat, coffee black. It's too sweet for me."

Frowning now, Santi set down the bowl, still grasping the tin can of spray cream. "Frank, you slurped down an iced Caramel machiatto in record time today."

"It was sugar free!"

His eyes widened as he connected the dots, then his face softened. "You wanna tell me what's going on?"

Frankie sighed. "Fine." He slouched in the couch, stomach protruding out. "I just think if I'm gonna eat whipped cream, I should probably earn it."

"Earn it?"

"Yeah, you know, like going for a run or something."

Santi burst into laughter, "A run? Fish, you haven’t run since Lorea's men shot a gun at your ass."

Huffing, Frankie tries to get up as his face flushes, burning at the embaressment of his lover acknowleging his sedentary lifestyle, but Santi's hand catches him.

"Hey, hey now, I'm sorry. That was rude." His voice was sincier, pulling Frankie down to the couch again. Frankie still wouldn't look at him, staring instead at the strawberries on the table while the bad is breaking on the tv in front of him. "Talk to me, baby."

Face on fire, the older man just mumbles. "I got fat."

He expects Santi to deny it, to say no, you havn't you look just the same. That would make him feel worse, the idea that he was fat and sensitive enough he needed to be lied to. But Santi knew that, because Santi knew him. He shrugs.

"I love the way you look. It suits you. I always enjoyed the fact you had meat on you. I honestly feel don't even notice much, it just feels like this is how you were meant to be."

Now the warmth on his skin was a nicer form. "But... I mean, I get that people like dad bods or whatever, but this is beyond that. It's not a beer belly, I'm just fat."

Santi nods. "I know, and I still think you look great like this. But, what I think isn't really important, although I'm happy to boost your spirits and tell you I think you're hot." He punctuated his point with a pat to Frankie's tummy. "The important part, is how do you feel?"

He considers this for a while, thinking earnestly. He doesn't stare at himself in the mirror hating his body. He doesn't find it's hard to do tasks he enjoys, like running around with his little girl or... activities... with Santi. He can still fit comfortably in the pilots seat even if his uniform has gone up... a few times. He doesn't need a seatbelt extender but he doesn't think he'd mind one. He can happily do the things he loves and although he's not exactly admiring his form, he doesn't hate it.

"I feel like... Like I shouldn't like it. I'm fat, Im supossed to want to-"

Santi stopped him by squishing his cheeks. "I didn't ask how you should feel, amor. I asked how you actually feel."

When Santi let go (after squeezing his cheeks enought to make his lips puff out and planting a kiss) Frankie answered. "Neutral, I guess. I don't pay much attention to it but... I'm comfortable."

Santi begins to smile at that. "Bien. And do you want to lose weight? Because I'll help you, I'll diet with you-"

"No!" Frankie responded, all too quickly, eyes wide enough to make Santi laugh. "I... I like how you look. a lot. Especially your ass."

Grinning his shit eating grin, Santi climbed up to straddle Frankie's stomach and lap, whipped cream still in hand. "Good, because I like your ass too, Fish." His voice drops lower, sultry and suggestive. "So, are you gonna let me feed you whipped cream?"

Frankie felt much better, grabbing that ass of Santi's that he loves so much and matching the energy, "I'll feed you some cream"

"Fucking idioto" Santi grumbles before his lips crashed into Frankie's, devouring him in a kiss, licking into his mouth like there was already something to eat. He raised the whiped cream can, taking it to Frank's mouth and spraying it until the white overflowed his mouth, dribbling out the sides and down chin. When he went back to sloppy making out, the impact to his face caused whipped cream to go everywhere, their tongues finding each other in the cloud of white while Santiago ground his hips against the swelling length in his grey sweats. Santi felt Frankie's fat stomach roll against his, running his hands over every bit of flab he could get his hands on.

Santiago absolutly adored how his boyfriend looked, drinking in his body every time he stepped out of the shower, how big he was, how thick fucking everywhere. He loved how, when Frank topped him, he could feel his other half's stomach on his lower back and ass, how he could hear the slap of skin to skin other than from thigh to ass. He loved sucking him off and bobbing up to kiss the low-hanging tummy. He loved hugging him and the way his finger tips barely touched. He loved him so goddamn much.

As soon as Frank's shirt was off, whipped cream was on his chest. Santiago lapped all over him, swirling his tongue around his nipples while palming the erection. He'd never heard Frankie so... Loud. Frank maybe be neutral about his body, may be unaccfected and comfortable now that he was certain that Santiago was more than still attracted...

But as Franks moans grew louder, his cock twitching in Santi's right hand while the left cupped his pudgy face... His goal was to make Frankie love the body he was in.

HAPPY ONE YEAR B DAY BEEF!!! I LOVE YOU!!

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frankie paused, his brow lifted as he walked inside his boss’s office. it was odd, though. he had walked in and out of this room hundreds of times. why was now any different? he could just feel it. something was wrong. beezlebub smiled at frankie, a cigar dangling from the edges of his mouth. “ frankie! ah there you are, dear boy.” his low and booming voice shook frankies mind. why was he feeling this way? “  yeah, uh-“ the undead man scratched the back of his head nervously, “ what did ya need from me pops? i already got the hit you wanted done for the day,” he continued. beezlebub let out a puff of smoke, and then a cracked laugh. “ frank, we’ve known eachother far too long for you to always just talk to me about work. come sit, i want to introduce somebody to you.” oh, so that was it. somebody else was here. but .. where? he couldn’t see anybody. were they hiding, perhaps? whoever it was, they gave off a thick vibe. he could feel it. it made him uncomfortable. “ oh ah, alright,” frankie sighed, trying to ease his nerves. he watched as bee poured him a glass of whiskey. hesitantly, frankie took the glass and took a small sip of the delicious beverge. the taste he learned to love. “ so, frank,” bee started, “ tony and I had been talking… and we need to start widening our territory. our business.”  frankie cocked a brow at this, “ really? i mean you’ve pretty much got the entire city t’yaself pops, and you’ve already gained so much.” bee took a long sip of his whiskey, and gulped it down harshly. he sat down the glass and clasped his hands together. “ yes well, I want more. you can never have too much, y’know.” the demon laughed, taking the last gulp of his whiskey and practically slammed the glass down on his glossy desk. frankie jumped at this. he usually was never so jumpy or nervous. who the hell was this person bee wanted him to meet? “ with all do respect pops, i have errands to run, so wh-” “ let me finish, son.” the demons voice lowered. frankie froze. he felt chills run through his entire body, “ yes pops.” he muttered. “ good, good.” bee chuckled lowly, then leaned back in his chair. he raised his hand up, and from behind the darkness, a boney light grey hand softly grasped it. frankies eyes widened slightly as he watched the women emerge from behind beezlebub. she was very tall and slender. she had light grey skin and large yellow horns protruding out from both sides of her head. she had pitch black hair slicked back into a tight bun. she wore sheer tights, a black kneelength tight skirt, and a striped yellow blazer. It had been unbuttoned down to her chest, revealing the tops of her black lacy bra. she also worse a black neckscarf along with thin reading glasses. from the looks of it she was atleast eight feet tall… frankie knew exactly who she was. “ this is Mammon. I’m sure youve heard of her,” bee spoke, looking up at the demon and softly placing a kiss on her hand. mammon grinned, pushing up her glasses and resting her hand, “ you must be frankie,” she spoke. her voice was so leveled and calm. “ ive heard quite a lot about you,” frankie looked up at her. mammon? he had heard of her. but the thought never crossed his mind of ever meeting her. he could feel the negative energy coming off of her, it made him feel sick. this was bad, “ it’s nice to meet you,” he finally muttered, standing up and dusting himself off. “ well i gotta go pops, ill see you tomorrow for assignments.” he said quickly, turning on his heel and walking towards the door. “ it was nice meeting you too, Casaletto.” mammon spoke, her voice still calm and leveled. frankie froze, squeezing the doorknob. “ yeah,” he said, opening the door and closing it behind him as he left.

[penvisions]

dev outlines + 1500 follower milestone!

i'm so overwhelmed and i'm overjoyed. honestly, shocked tbh. i cannot believe 1500+ of y'all follow me and enjoy in my silly lil stories! but unsure of how to celebrate, so a lil poll to gauge possibilities:

it's looking like:

by the grit of sandpaper will be 7-10 chapters and i just broke my own heart outlining the rest of the fic. miscommunication is my angst jam and boy did i counteract all the softness i'm sprinkling in the fic. excited to see how y'all react, i've been lovin' the reactions so far. it WILL have a happy, sappy, fluffy ending

the melting point is still giving me trouble, idk why i can't focus on it when i do have it all sorted out and just have to flesh out the scenes. hoping to conclude this fic by the end of this month. i have other frankie ideas but i think i like reading about him more than writing, because there are so many amazing frankie fics out there

return the favor should be seeing it's end relatively soon as well. with only a handful of chapters to deal with each the david episode, the hosptial episode, and the return to jackson; we're looking at about 40-45 chapters total. i have a lot planned for it and will move on a little past the show and games first timeline. idk if i will do a second part for the events in season and game two. i kind of want to ignore the big bad things and have them all live happily ever after

garnish is still in my head all hours of the day. chef joel is beside me every time i step into a kitchen. want to revisit them with some snapshots

of beskar and kyber is my official baby now. my toddler learning how to walk and i can't keep track of all the things i want to do with it. but as it sits, it looks like it will be my only wip soon enough. i have so many scene ideas in a nearly 50k document for our dear tin can and san

[moeswriting]

1. Mine

series | (young!no-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader) Joel is suddenly the 22-year-old single dad of a four-year-old with no one to help support her but himself. He gets a job as a waiter in a diner downtown to make ends meet. One day, you come in-- a tired, overworked college student with a past that haunts you-- in need of break from the rain. He decides right then and there that he is yours for the rest of your lives.

2. Sparks Fly

(Joel Miller x reader)

3. Back to December

(mcu!Peter Parker x reader)

4. Speak Now

(Frankie Morales x reader)

5. Dear John

to be written...

6. Mean

to be written...

7. The Story of Us

(Joel Miller x reader)

8. Never Grow Up

(mine!Joel Miller & his girls)

9. Enchanted

to be written...

10. Better Than Revenge

to be written...

11. Innocent

to be written...

12. Haunted

to be written...

13. Last Kiss

(Joel Miller x reader)

14. Long Live

to be written...

15. Ours

(Dieter Bravo x reader)

16. Superman

(mcu!Peter Parker x reader)

17. Electric Touch (feat. Fall Out Boy)

(mcu!Peter Parker x reader)

18. When Emma Falls in Love

(Dieter Bravo x celebrity!reader)

19. I Can See You

(Dieter Bravo x interveiwer!reader)

20. Castles Crumbling (feat. Hayley WIlliams)

to be written...

21. Foolish One

to be written

22. Timeless

(Eleventh Doctor x reader)

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[1pcii]

wanted to start sharing some of my playlists cause they're getting to a point in pretty happy w them so I wanna start off with my one for the strawhats!

as the title suggests its still a huge work in progress but since it's also my only chronological/one you have to listen in order I also wanted to explain it a bit!

the first and second song from the opla ost are mainly to 'set the scene' so to speak, opening with 'my sails are set' which is set around post-arlong park which I feel perfectly captures the melancholy but also hopefullness nami (and almost all strawhats) was feeling about their past circumstances and joining Luffy. she is also the driving force of the ap arc which is the first major arc and what jumpstarts the rest of the plot.

'welcome to the grand line' moves both the story along to them being in the grand line aswell as establishing a more upbeat tone which is important for the next song.

now THIS IS where I start geeking out, for those who don't know, The Mechanisms are a steampunk concept band! following the story of a crew of immortal space pirates, each album having it's own storyline to it. 'our boy jack' is a revolutionary song against a corrupt monarch/government which I think first the alabasta/enies lobby saga so we'll. 'Jack' being Luffy and the song being from Zoro's POV. the references to fighting giants (little garden) being hunted (baroque works) drinking and sacrifice (dammit zoro) and having utter unwavering faith in the protagonist is just. so good to me. listen to The mechs, they're so good 😭.

'im going to be king of the pirates' is just another progression song tbh. I though it fit ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

these next three songs I put to represent the timeskip, 'get the band togeather' being the crew departing back to sabody/generally referencing how they were all doing their own thing for those two years but are now back with Luffy! 'planetary (GO!)' basically just being a high energy song hyping up their new adventures.

'wealth fame and power' title-wise carrying that same energy (and also another transitional song because the next one is just. such a huge tone shift)

now this one. THIS is the one I was most exited to add, if you don't listen to any other song PLEASE listen to this one. it's so dear to my heart I love it. 'Steamboat Shenanigans' is by another steampunk concept (/pantomime!!!) band I like called Steam Powered Giraffe. the scenario I imagine behind this is just, a purely domestic day on the thousand sunny. maybe a bit more Franky and Brook focused since the two main running motifs are music and the boat(/robotics behind it) itself. GOD it's just, such a fun song. makes you wanna smile and dance, I love it.

[ikebanaka]

One Piece sexuality/gender headcanons:

Luffy: aroace (captain is a gender, right? Oh, it’s not? Well, man sounds good)

Zoro: gay when he bothers to care but mostly indifferent (cis man but like, slightly to the left. He got lost on his way to Enby Island, ended up on Dude Island, and went ‘yeah okay this works’)

Nami: lesbian (cis woman)

Usopp: bi (trans man)

Sanji: bi (possibly a cis man but the uncracked egg vibes are strong. Genderfluid is also a distinct possibility)

Chopper: who knows? He’s a reindeer with no intellectual reindeer peers (trans boy. Yes female reindeer have antlers)

Robin: still figuring out her identity now that she has the leisure to think about it, but leaning towards pansexual and Ambiguously Woman

Franky: technically a cishet dude who is honestly kind of disappointed that men do nothing for him and that he doesn’t care for the idea of making his body look female. What a waste of his awesome skills and attractiveness! But every trans person he knows has decided that transhuman counts as trans, so he’s a cisgender trans guy

Brook: cishet by preference, but occasionally a mature man will catch his eye

Jinbei: elder gay (cis)

Vivi: bi (enby but identifies with the female experience and uses she/her)

Iceberg: gay (cis man (I see your fancy lipstick sir, you’re rocking it))

Ace: aroace but loves the concept of romance as applied to others (he raised himself in bar fights where guys said men were strong and Ace was strong therefore he was a man, never bothered to question it because he had the man parts. Once he learned more about gender he shrugged like yeah okay but I like all this man’s pride and older brother shit so why change)

Sabo: aromantic bisexual, leaning towards women. Feels honored when someone loves him romantically, and is sincerely sorry that he can’t reciprocate, but sometimes life is pain (cis man)

Law: bi, leaning towards men, whenever he remembers that sex etc is a thing (cis man)

Penguin: straight (trans man. Keeps his severed tits in a Tupperware container in the fridge for shits and giggles, courtesy of Law)

Doflamingo: I said gay but he canonically had a thing with Viola so upon further reflection, bi (cis. Human garbage)

Corazon: bi leaning towards men (cis)

Roger: bi except it came as a total surprise to him because he thought he was gay until he met Rouge (cis)

Shakky: bi but mostly into women (trans)

Rayleigh: bi but mostly into men (cis)

Coby: gay (trans)

Alvida: lesbian who hasn’t figured it out yet (cis)

Buggy: gay but dear god men are awful (gnc cis man)

Shanks: pansexual but only ever seems to be romantically interested in men (cis)

Marco: bi, leaning towards men sexually but women romantically, badly hidden romantic (cis)

Izou: gay but at what cost (cis)

Thatch: straight??? But like, sometimes a guy can work it (cis)

Mihawk: being gay is suffering, so it’s a good thing that’s his whole brand (cis)

Perona: girl you are a lesbian get it together (cis)

Lola: bi, leaning towards men (cis)

Honorable mentions: Yamato and Okiku, the canon trans people that I think are bi and straight respectively, Ivankov our queen who defies labels, and Inazuma, the canon genderfluid character who I think is bi

[garrettandoscargirlsblog]

Meanwhile a few blocks away sounds of restlessness fills Santi’s home. He is on the floor with a bottle of his favorite whiskey. Drinking the numbness he feels. Life hasn't been good for him. Latest relationship has ended. That really hurt him to no end. Thought she was the one. After two years together things were on the up and up till something happened. Coming home to see her stuff was missing. All that remained was a dear John letter. No explanation,but she can't deal with his manic episodes. Then… his baby sister getting married to his best friend. He should be happy for them. Welcome Benny into the family. Resentment fueled his mind. Goal is for others to be shitty. 

He hasn't been to work for days. Will was beyond worried. Calls and texts were unanswered. On this night he goes over to see if Santi was okay. Letting himself in with a spare key looking around how messy the place was. Dishes in the sink smells of booze fills the air. Clothes on the floor. Caused Will to go upstairs to see his friend on the floor only wearing a pair of ratted green sweats. No shirt. Unkempt hair ,and matted beard. Kneels down,” Care to explain why you haven't called me?! Was worried that something happened! Had to postpone our presentation to next month! Our ass is on the line?! Gonna lose our important client ?! Are you gonna say anything?!” Santi looks at him whipping his mouth,"Of course I care,but not right now. Leave me to wallow in my misery. Too sick to care about shit. Now leave me alone! Go back to your happy home!” Looks like Will isn't getting through him. Think he needs some help. Thought about calling Frankie,but he is on vacation with his daughter. Benny hates to call him knowing he just got off from work. Taking a breath got out his phone: 

Older brother: look bro, hate to do this,but I need your help. At Pope’s he is in a drunken mess. 

Sound of a phone going off caused Benny to slowly wake up from sleeping with his beautiful wife. Can't stop holding onto her. Rubbing his eyes. Looking at the message,” Shit! Not again!” Tried not to wake Gracie slowly got up to get dressed, sudden movement stopped him. Small hands on his shoulders stopped him . Soft voice fills the room,” What's wrong baby? Another bad dream? If it is? Let me help.” Taking a breath,” Your brother is drunk yet again. Gonna go to help Will. Wantcha to stay home okay? Can't have my rose hurt. Need ya to keep my side of the bed warm and toasty. “ Gracie not listening. Still wrapped in the bedsheet. Goes to get dressed,” Think I can help too. We are family, remember? “ Benny goes over to her now naked form. Hugs her from behind,” I know darlin. Just trust me okay? Let me and Will handle it. If we need help? I'll call. “ Gracie closed her eyes. Knowing he might be right. Sure both of them had training in dealing with this kind of behavior. This is her brother. Might not have seen Santi like that. Oh the boys have. Soon as her husband leaves. She goes to her nightstand to fetch her phone. Calls someone who delt with this before. Her mother. 

Benny arrives at Santi’s . Noise of shouting caught his attention. Sounds of things hitting a wall. Rushed upstairs to see both Santi and Will yelling. Sees a broken bottle on the floor. Goes over to break up the fight. Goes between them,” Enough! Stand fucking down!” Santi not hearing this. Goes to push Benny away from him,” oh look is here! Person who stole my sister away from me! Ordering me around my own place! Why don't you both go home !”Looking into his brother in law in the eye. Not moving,” Not a chance man. You're endangering yourself ya know that?! Need help! Not leaving so tell us what's wrong.” Santi grunts,” Nothing ,and I mean nothing is wrong! Can a person be alone for a while?! That's all I fucking want!! Want to wallow okay?!” Now the plot thickens. Wallow. It's Will who figured it out. Leans against the wall in his signature pose. Arms crossed,” I know why. Chelsea. Left you in this state of misery. Furthermore? Resenting the fact Benny stole Gracie from you! Preposterous! Can't face that she is an adult. She loves you man. Problem is that can't someone else take over. “ Those words cut through Santi’s soul like a knife. Yes he is going through a lot. Feeling like the others never endure that kind of pain. Until he remembers Will went through the same thing. Now he feels like shit. Brothers sat next to him while he cried. 

Rosa Garcia rushed inside her son's home. With Gracie in tow. Looking at the state the home is in. Brought back memories of her late husband. Brought tears to her eyes. Her son is going down the same path . She knew he was going through stuff,but never thought he would destroy himself in this kind of matter. Gracie stays downstairs to clean up. Rosa slowly approaches a bedroom to see her son,and her sons in law . Benny, first to see her, goes to hug her,” Mama, Glad you are here. Got him calm ,but.. with all of my trainin in this? Thought could get through him. “ Hugs him tightly,” It would be fine my baby boy. Go downstairs okay? Your rose is there cleaning up. Means you too William shoo!” Will kisses her forehead as he leaves. Santi whimpers,” I'm a bad son Mama! 

Here is a preview! For Benny the rookie part 2! Hope to finish later on tonight

[aliorsboxostuff]

i’m in love w pedro pascal and saw your recent post so i was hoping to request smthn for frankie morales

m!reader who is his husband, he was on the team but denied joining him on the heist, refusing when the boys came to their house to ask him, maybe they have a daughter and m!reader helps frankie overcome the whole drug thing

thank you!!

OMG this took a while I'm so sorry anon! But I hope you enjoyed this! I really like your idea and I hope this is enough to encompass all of it! I’ve taken the liberty to name Frankie’s daughter Alicia (Alie for short), your military callsign 'Mouse', and compressed the drug story a bit! As usual, I apologize for any mistakes made, Enjoy dear anon <3 (Translation for Spanish sentences at the end)

Mi Luz 

(My light)

Tags: Frankie Morales x husband!reader, OC daughter, slights angst, Other triple frontier characters, maybe OOC? A bit tho, some spanish sentences, domestic fluff, plot, a bit hurt/comfort, arguments, cursing, ambiguous ending

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Alicia perks up when she hears the familiar thrum of her papa's car, quickly running towards the door, stuffed bunny forgotten on the carpet.

“Dad! Dad, Papa’s home!” You laugh as you see her jumping excitedly. Putting away your oven mitts, you pick her up as you unlock the door, smiling as Alicia tries to peer out the second-floor railing. Once the whole view of the parking lot comes to view, your brows raise as you spot not only Frankie's car, but Tom’s truck in tow, parking beside it. From where you’re standing, you could spot Santiago shotgun in Frankie’s car, with the miller brothers on the back, Benny looking concerningly out of shape. When Frankie steps out of his car, that's when Alicia squeals. 

“Papa!” She waves her little hands, almost swatting your face in the process making you chuckle. You set her down, ensuring her shorts don't ride up before you swiftly turn her to face you.

“You wanna give papa a big hug?” Her eyes widened. She nods, determination set. “Alright, go get ‘em, tiger!”

And just like that she zooms down the flight of stairs she knows so well, and falls many times to the point of immunity, and into the wide embrace of his papa, Frankie picking her up as she wraps her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, almost knocking Frankie's cap. “Hey, baby girl!”

“Hi papa!” She giggles when he presses a kiss to her brown curls, now growing just past her shoulders. 

“There’s my girl,” He pulls her in again, embracing each other as you make your way down the stairs, a grin in place as you spot the boys exiting their vehicles, minus Benny trying to stop his nose bleeding still in the backseat.

“If I knew our whole squad was coming, I would have made more for dinner,” Tom was the first one to pull you into a firm hug, patting your back as he laughed.

“You don't have to, y’know we’ll settle for take-outs,” You huff, swatting at his arm. 

“I don't. And so does Alie,” You nod back towards your daughter, already beaming as she spots her uncle Tom. 

“Good to see you again, Mouse,” He moves to greet her when Santiago comes to view, signature smirk in place.

“Hey,” You smile, pulling him into the same hug and pat, lingering just enough to spot the exhaustion beneath his eyes. “Thought you’d gone rouge,”

He shrugs, the familiar smile making its way to his lips. “Might as well be,” His eyes moved to the little girl in Frankie's arm, mouth almost slack. “Is that… Alicia?” 

“Two years a long time,” You nod, patting him one last time as he saunters to his niece. “She’s four now!” 

“What?!” He grins, Alicia already struggling her limbs to get out of her papa’s hold and instead into Santi’s arms. You chuckle, seeing how happy he is to see her again after years of his endless mission, thankful Alie still remembers him. You turn to greet Will, turning in concern to his brother in the car.

“I’m guessing the fight went as usual?” He rolls his eyes and huffs, which makes you laugh as you head to Benny’s window and greet him, still trying to stifle the continuous nosebleed. Not only that, the scar across his left brow isn't looking too good either. 

“Come on up, I think I can make enough for all of us.” You announce, the others already smiling at each other. 

—

“Seriously babe, maybe call before you bring a whole platoon to our house?”

“Hey, Santi texted me out of nowhere. I didn't even know he was back already!” He replies, eyes a false innocence. You huff as you pull out the final dish from the oven, Frankie already helping the others set the table.

“You’re lucky we were already stocked on groceries yesterday,” You slap down the rag onto the counter as you wash your hands, careful of the slight burn on your left hand after a failed frying incident last week. 

“And that's why…” You feel Frankie's warm arms snaking their way around your middle, pulling you back and flushing against him. “Te amo, cariño,” 

You smile, feeling him press a kiss against your nape, before you giggle as he starts to move his devious fingers and tickles your stomach. You laugh, swatting his hands away as you push him to the dining room. “Go take the plates and help the others you sneaky shit,” You huff, shoving the plates into his arms as he pouts. “I’ll be out in a bit,” Pressing a chaste kiss before ushering him out, finally.

As you return to your cooling dish, you could hear the whistles from the others, no doubt sneaking glances at your and Frankies display of affection. The group, despite you all already being discharged years ago except for Santi, has always been each other's backbone. You remember at the start of your and Frankies relationship, you and him fought through his cocaine accusation, fully believing in your then-boyfriend that he’s innocent—which he was, in fact, some vengeful fucker from back in the army thought it’d be funny to frame him for it. They’ve always been supportive of you and Frankies relationship, especially Santiago and Tom, who were the ones that encouraged the both of you to have Alicia in the first place. Maybe that's why Tom always visits the most nowadays, after his and Molly’s separation, perhaps he sees a bit of Tess in her.

Shaking yourself from memory lane, you notice your dish has finally reached a temperature cool enough to consume, so you pick the container up and head into the dining room.

There, the whole squad is already at their seats, Frankie at the head of the table while Alicia sits next to her, an empty chair opposite your daughter. When you announce the final dish, they all cheer. You glance towards Benny who seems to be patched up enough to also shout his excitement, making you laugh. Frankie stands to help make room on the table, arranging plates and other dishes. Once it’s placed, it doesn't take another word for them to start digging in, and so did you. After securing a plate for Alicia, and watching her pray with pride in your eyes, you begin eating.

Dinner went on as expected. Santiago shares his stories out in North America, saving the sensitive parts away from Alie’s prying ears, the others share what happened recently in their lives as well. Benny, confident while trying to piece his ego back together, assures Alie that he got beat up because he ‘wanted to give his opponent a chance,’

“And definitely not because he missed his shots,” You took a sip from your cup as he shot a sharp glance at you, making the table guffaw and so did Alie. Tom shares a bit about Tess and how his work is going, and you also share a bit about how it’s going to working at the local library. Alicia beamed when she knew it was her turn to share, proudly displaying her growing knowledge of animals and numbers, especially counting to ten in Spanish. You smile, holding Frankie’s hand as Alie continues her theatrical explanation to her uncles, said uncles enthralled by her.

Once it turned late enough and Frankie has put Alicia to bed, you brought out the beer and passed it out to the others, still around the table but more relaxed as they sat back. Santiago took a sip of his before he turned to you with a set face. You raise a brow while he pulls out a file folder from his bag.

“Mouse,” He starts. You notice the others have gone quiet. “I want you to hear me out,”

“I got a job, seventeen grand of a week's consultant, no action, but,” He pauses, sliding the dark folder towards your side of the table. He gulps. “We need a good intel agent for the recce,”

You roll the idea around, tasting bitter before you decided, but picked up the file anyways. As you read the contents, Santi continues, “Lorea, a drug lord-”

“The one you’ve been chasing since forever?” You glance at Santi who nods nonchalantly, then continues.

“Yeah, that guy. Listen, I have an informant that told me he’s got seventy-five stashed in the jungle, I need you to do a background recce on this,”

You close the file, shocked at the amount of information. And was more shocked at the idea of the mission in itself. Maybe no action, but trecking on illegal grounds is already risky as is, especially with Alicia in tow between you and Frankie. You glance at Frankie, his eyes trained on the table, before you sigh and slide back the folder.

“We’re not going,” At that, Frankier’s head shot up. “This shit is insane, Pope. No estoy tratando de hacernos matar aquí, no con Alie aquí ahora."

"Por favor Mouse, te necesitamos en esto." He tries to push back the file, and you roll your eyes, clearly annoyed. 

“I’ve… already agreed,” You sharply inhale, eyes frowning slightly. 

“Is this why you guys pulled up? Why you came back, huh Pope?” The others are silent, which only confirms your suspicion. You scoff, arms now crossed. “Can't believe this shit…”

"Me and Frankie are not going,” You turn to your husband, only to find him still fixated on the table, picking at his chin slightly. No answer. “Right, Frankie?”

“W-how? Babe, you haven't even renewed your license yet-”

“They don't need a pilot with a license,” 

You feel a coil inside of you, gripping the table unnecessarily hard. Taking a lungful, you try to regulate the growing amber before it bursts. “Let’s talk in the kitchen,”

You stand up, Frankie wordlessly follows.

Once in the confines of the small kitchen, you rest your hip on the counter, arms still crossed as you huff, regarding your husband who has taken his cap off and set it on aside, brown curls array. 

“What do you mean you’ve ‘agreed’, Frankie?” He sighs, one hand resting on the tiled counter. 

“They needed a pilot, babe, and after hearing what Santi said…” You blink as he slowly meets your eyes. “It pays a lot,”

“Is that why you agreed? The fucking money? God…”

“You know we need this, Alicia needs this,” 

“Don't,” You snap, making him recoil. “Bring our daughter into this. I know we need this,”

“And that's why I agreed.” There's a waver in his voice, desperation, and fuck you know the money is enough to afford things you can only dream of, to give Alicia extra lessons and toys if she desires. Yet, one question remains unanswered.

“Santi said it’s only a recce, but what if it isn't? What if, we do go, and we get bullets put in us by the guards or something,”

“There are no guards-”

“Frankie, it’s a fucking house with seventeen grand inside, who’s insane enough to leave that shit unguarded.” At that, his hand closes into a fist. You scoff. “What if we don't come home, huh? We get paid and, what? Send the fucking cheque to Alie?”

It’s ridiculously insane enough to make you laugh. “What the hell is a kid gonna do with a fucking cheque,”

“If we die, if anything happens at all, what about Alicia?" 

This time, Frankie lets out a ragged sigh as he crosses his arms, staring deeply into the counter, avoiding your eyes. He inhales, closing his eyes. "We can buy anything Alie wants, anything we want, we can finally fix your damn motorcycle, the fucking leak in-"

"And leave Alie?" You stare, anger simmering beneath. "I'm not risking this shit when we have a daughter, Frankie. The chances of us leaving her, fucking, dying when we should've been home with her is too high,"

“This can help us!”

"And risk everything we've fought for?!" 

Another silence rings. Shorter, when your cold voice cuts through the tension. 

"Alicia can't lose us, Frankie. She can't." You square your shoulders. "I know how much money means to us, all of us, but I can't do this."

"Then I will." 

Frankie's decision makes your breath hitch. It halts your inner working and you almost lurch where you stand. It rings through your head, and an almost nauseating feeling deep inside you begins to come to life. You swallow, once, then blinks the burning feeling trying to crawl out your eyes. 

"Frankie?" you manage to croak. Frankie isn't looking at you either.

"Imagine the things we can afford. The things we can do for Alie, for us." And fuck he's right. With that kind of money, maybe you can finally repair your bike that's been sitting in pieces in the joint garage, or buy that one jacket Alie wanted, or help Frankie fix the leak in the bathroom. It'll help so much. 

"We need this, cariño." Carefully, warm, calloused hands wrap around yours. The weight is a familiar presence, the grounding anchor you need to not break down. Slowly, your eyes follow down your arm, until you reach your hands, clasps with Frankies, then up to those wide eyes. There's a glint of determination, a hint of plead.

"I'll come home. Siempre volveré a casa, tú eres mi hogar."

He tightens his hold, and the press and warmth of your husband's hands make your eyes gloss over. You blink, looking down before pulling your hands to rub away the stray tears. Once your vision clears from the water droplets, Frankie has made his way across the room and has stood next to you, patience in the softness of his eyes as he slowly knelt, your hands lulled into his as you try to lessen the tears now fighting its way out. 

“I'm not doing this if it weren't for a better life. You know we’ll always sacrifice ourselves for her,” 

You raise your palms, holding and running your fingers through the soft stubble on Frankie's jaw. The tips of your finger brush the curls peeping on his sides, taking in the expression that has always stolen your breath. The sincerity in his eyes burns a brand on your heart, wrenched between the decision of letting him go on the mission or not. 

“Promise me,” You pull Frankie closer, until your crowns meet, his breath warm as you try to suppress another wave of sob. “Promise me you’ll come home. Promise me, and Alie, you won't leave us.”

“I promise, mi amor.” without hesitation.

“Te quiero, mi luz,” Your voice whispers when Frankie brings you closer, a grounding hand on your nape. 

“También te amo, mi querido,” Frankie pressed his lips against yours, a soft brush, a note for more, a promise. Your eyes flutter shut, storing the kiss as a memory.

When you two pull apart, your hands are still holding Frankie's jaw, simply rubbing circles where Frankie sighs into your touch. You smile, a contrast to what your pounding heart wants. Taking a lungful of air, you straighten up, eyes sharp to where you spotted the others peeking from the door.

"Boys, Entra aquí de una vez!" They flinch, knowing you meant no harm though they hover on the door with hesitation. 

"Yeah?" Pope tries his charming smile, it doesn't work on you.

"If Frankie's going, at the very least I'll gather as much intel as you need. But I'm not joining you, and that's final." You nod curtly. Pope and the Miller brothers, mouth slightly agape making Frankie chuckle, only nods in understanding. 

—

"Make sure your survival kit is at the very top," 

"Got it," 

"Enough cash?"

"Enough to make it past the border," 

Frankie drops his pack by the door, heavy from his equipment. Flashes of memory from when you and your husband served makes you uneasy, a bile of sensitive memory almost steals your breath. Warm hands slither their way from behind you, Frankie's breath ghosting your nape as he buries his face into your scruff. You sigh, breathing in the familiar musky that is so Frankie. 

"I'll be okay, baby," He pressed a kiss on the shell of your ear. You shudder, pushing back to bury yourself deeper into him, maybe if you believe hard enough you'll be fine with him and he wouldn't need to leave. 

"Promise me, you'll come home,"

"I promise," 

Hearing a creak from the house, the two of you peer behind to see Alicia in her pajama, clutching her bunny as she rubs the sleep from her eyes. 

"Where is papa going?" She yawns as you approach her, picking up her little body and perching her on your hips.

"Papa, is going on a little trip with his friends to North America," You smile and kiss her button nose.

"We're not going?" She pouts, which makes you sigh while Frankie makes his way to where you stand. He sweeps back her brown curls, pressing a kiss to her crown.

"I'll just be gone for a couple of days, hanging out with my friends, okay princesa?" She lightens slightly, bright eyes looking towards Frankies pack near the door. "Until then, necesito que cuides a Daddy, ¿de acuerdo?"

She beams then nods excitedly, "Will you bring something for me and daddy?" 

"I'll bring back anything you want baby," 

"I want a keychain!" She giggles, bringing her bunny closer. You laugh, followed by Frankie as you both hear what your daughter wants. A child her age would want a new toy or something, yet she's always been the one to ask oddly mundane things. 

"Why's that?" Frankie ruffles her locks. 

"So I can show my friends, papa went to North America!" You hold yourself while you shake in laughter and Frankie does the same. Alicia simply stares with her wide eyes and bright smile between her parents, a light confusion between her brows. 

"Sure Alie, a keychain," Frankie laughs again, before he presses another kiss to her daughter's crown. "I'll be back in a couple of days okay,"

Once Frankie is out the door, duffle in hand and nearing his pickup, you and Alicia wave a final goodbye. She squeals, and another 'bye papa!' shrills from her little mouth. You smile, albeit a little bitter, while you wave at him standing below you. He puts his duffle in, slides in the car himself, and the engine starts. You can only hope he'll come home in one piece.

Translation:

Te amo, cariño: I love you darling

Por favor Mouse, te necesitamos en esto: Please Mouse, we need you on this.

Siempre volveré a casa, tú eres mi hogar: I will always come home, you are my home.

Te quiero, mi luz: I love you, my light

También te amo, mi querido: I love you too, my dear

Entra aquí de una vez!: Enter here at once!/Get in here right now!

necesito que cuides a Daddy, ¿de acuerdo?: I need you to take care of Daddy, okay?

Requests are open!

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BRACKET 2 FINALS 2: THE THIRD PLACE BATTLE

CASPER versus MR CRINKLES

CASPER

The definition of "The lights are on but nobody's home" this is in fact an extremely pretty boy and likely a subcategory of himbo. He is so friendly and yet so intimidating to strangers. A big ol baby. Bastard son of a Maine Coon, a Siamese, and a Mountain Lion. Thinks of nothing but snacks and snuggles.

PROPAGANDA

Behold! My son! Much like his father, a grumpy old man since birth despite not looking a day over 10 (What do u mean he's almost 12?!)

Big old baby who much enjoys snuggles, snacks, and escaping out onto the front patio to sit frozen on the steps until someone realizes he escaped and saves him from the big scary outside

He has also learned v well that if he tucks himself under an arm he gets to watch his dad knit/crochet

. . . . ngl I didn't expect to get this far so

more photos for the wonderful folks who voted for my dear boy

he's had a tendency to make that particular face since dental work means he had to get his top fangs removed and I find it hysterical

One last bit of propaganda just to sweeten the pot

MR CRINKLES

He is very large by genetics but also hes fat. Hes got black fur but in certain lights its brown. Hes got yellow eyes that are very large (like him). He loves cuddling and bullying submitter's other cat (sometimes and she bullies him back so its even) Hes scared of people who he doesn't know well and somehow fits himself into the tiniest of spaces. He just goes limp when submitter picks him up. He likes to play but he does it with as little effort as possible. He likes to sit by the window and make noises at the birds.

PROPAGANDA

We got him from an animal shelter, and he used to be a scrawny little thing. He loved food and would go as far as to Dive Under the legs of our other cat to get to the bowl. He used to chase birds into the house when he was younger, but as he's gotten older, he makes fewer attempts at hunting. Now he just lays around and watches the birds from the window. Hes very cuddly. He'll storm into my room (often in the middle of the night) demanding to be cuddled and pet. Hes a big cat and very fluffy. He goes limp if you pick him up and often "melts" off of furniture :3

Hiii more pawpaganda for my boy Mr. Crinkles

Today we will be highlighting his silly little relationship with his "sister" Frankie :3

We got Frankie after we got Crinkles. She was old and would hiss at him whenever he passed her, for apparently no reason. Later though, we found that he would hide behind things, and Jump Out At Her just to scare her. They fought a lot at the beginning but now they're on more stable grounds. Sometimes youll catch them sleeping on the couch together (though i dont think they want us to know they like each other)

Theyll still chase eachother around the house and frankie still hisses at his for no reason sometimes. But I think its more of a sibling thing then a real dislike :3

- Crinkles has many nicknames !! Such as, chub chub, crinky butt, stinker, meow meow, crinkle maninkle (we love making up words), handsome and so many more its stupid

-If you meow at him, he will meow back! If you meow at him enough, he will run up to you and body slam your legs

-He doesnt mind getting his nails trimmed. He will lay on his back with his head dangling over your legs and you can cut away

-He can be a bit of a stinker sometimes, sometimes biting us for no reason (softly but still, ouch!) But, if you tell him not to, or my personal favorite, "thats not nice. we dont do that", he will simply glare at you and sulk away

-If our dog walks up to him, he will groom her. Its very cute

-We have bird feeders in our windows, when he sees the birds, hell sit by the window and make little clicking noises

-Hes also just very cute and a little dumb and so you should vote for him :3

Lots more photos of him:

[scoutbot-asks]

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Coming! Hang on a second. Hello? Barry? Adam? Can you believe this is happening? I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs, Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. You got lint on your fuzz. Ow! That's me! Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! Hey, Adam. Hey, Barry. Is that fuzz gel? A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around The Hive. You did come back different. Hi, Barry. Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. Hear about Frankie? Yeah. You going to the funeral? No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp under the circumstances. Well, Adam, today we are men. We are! Bee-men. Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive City graduating class of 9:15. That concludes our ceremonies And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick our job today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. Wonder what it'll be like? A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to The Hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey!

Dear God I stand corrected... their coming for my ass.

The struck heavy, and the technician, and here... where else did this Anon put this....

[kedsandtubesocks]

Erika!! Congrats and happy anniversary!! 🎉🎉🎉🧡

Ok I’m going off board and sort of combining 🎯and 👾 please forgive me. lol

Which townsperson do you think each of these Pedro boys is in Stardew? I know we’ve got Joel the rancher/handyman and Frankie the blacksmith. What about:

Din

Jack

Dieter

Marcus P

Javi P

Anyone else you’d like to mention…

You don’t have to answer for all of them but I’ve been thinking about it! I love your AU 🧡 and you!! 🫶🏻

Kate THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 🥰😚💖💕

And oh geeze do I HECKING LOVE THIS!?! OMG OMG!! For creating such a wonderful blend you get your own unique game lol! 🥳

🏅- Kate’s surprise boss level achievement!

Also…okay - Are you in my brain? Can you read minds?! Because my hope…my dream…is to write all our fellas into Stardew Roles and this just made my heart burst so much thank you for this incredible ask!!!

🩶Din: funny enough Din inspired this series because of the mod I have of him in the game LOL - but in my heart he’s a member of the adventure’s guild & works back and forth with pelican town/the calico desert helping with monster control

🎣Jack: retired from espionage work and now enjoys relaxing on his boat, is a surprisingly great fisherman and his dad is a dear old friend of Willy

🌲Dieter: Mr Hollywood himself who left the limelight to live out in a ranch home and becomes the town cryptid

🖼️ Marcus P: the new fellow curator of the museum besides our dear Gunther! Specializes in artifacts and rare art pieces

🐎Javi P: owns his own horse farm! He raises rare and unique breeds (you’d be able to trade your base horse with him for newer or different kinds of horses!)

💎Oberyn: a fellow trader who arrives to town at random odd times to sell the magnificent rare items he collects on his travels

⚔️Pero: another traveling trader who sells unique and rare weapons, unlike Oberyn, he eventually can settle down and set up shop in town

🧿Ezra: works at the calico desert casino and no one is really even sure what his actual job is, knows Mr. Qi personally and sometimes will steal something from your backpack

Kate you are as rare and lovely as a stardrop itself thank you again is much! 💖

[identity-library]

Disability (Books)

A:

A Christmas Carol (Charles Dickens)

Tiny Tim (Unspecified Disability)

A Different Kind of Beauty (Sylvia McNicoll)

Kyle (Blind, Diabetes)

All Our Broken Pieces (L.D. Crichton)

Kyler (Facial Difference - Scarring)

American Girl (Series - Various Authors)

Blaire (Food Allergy)

Gabriela (Stutter)

Josie Myers (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Joss Kendrick (Deaf)

Joy Jenner (Deaf)

Maryellen Larkin (Limited Mobility)

Sam Walker (Amputee)

A Step Toward Falling (Cammie McGovern)

Anthony (Down Syndrome)

Belinda Montgomery (Low Vision, Unspecified Developmental Disability)

Douglas (Unspecified Developmental Disability)

Eugene (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Francine (Down Syndrome)

Harrison (Autistic, Blind)

Sheila (Autistic)

All The Light We Cannot See (Anthony Doerr)

Marie-Laure (Blind)

Animorphs (K.A. Applegate)

Collette (Paralyzed)

Craig (Unspecified Disability)

Erica (Unspecified Disability)

James (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Jessie (Unspecified Disability)

Judy (Unspecified Disability)

Julio (Unspecified Disability)

Kelly (Cystic Fibrosis)

Liam (Unspecified Disability)

Ray (Unspecified Disability)

Timmy (Cerebral Palsy, Wheelchair User)

Tricia (Unspecified Disability)

B:

Blind (Rachel DeWoskin)

Emma Sasha Silver (Blind)

Blindsided (Priscilla Cummings)

Natalie O'Reilly (Blind)

Blind Sighted (Peter Moore)

Callie (Blind)

Blind Spot (Laura Ellen)

Roswell "Roz" Hart (Blind - Macular Degeneration)

Bruised (Tanya Boteju)

Caihong "Cai" (Deaf)

C:

Catching the Light (Susan Sinnott)

Cathy (Unspecified Learning Disability)

Cemetary Boys (Aiden Thomas)

Julian Diaz (ADHD)

Connection Error (Annabeth Albert)

Josiah Simmons (ADHD)

Ryan Orson (Multi-Limb Amputee)

Crown of Feathers - Series (Nicki Pau Preto)

Sparrow (Blind)

D:

Daughter of the Deep (Rick Riordan)

Ester Harding (Autistic)

Dear Mothman (Robin Gow)

Noah (Autistic)

E:

F:

Finding Phoebe (Gavin Extence)

Phoebe (Autistic)

Frankie's World (Aoife Dooley)

Frankie (Autistic)

Sam (Wheelchair User)

Future Girl (Asphyxia)

Piper McBride (Deaf)

G:

Gifted Clans (Graci Kim)

Sahm (Limb Difference)

Girl, Stolen (April Henry)

Cheyenne Wilder (Blind)

Good Kings, Bad Kings (Susan Nussbaum)

Joanna Madsen (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

H:

Handle With Care (Jodi Picoult)

Willow O'Keefe (Osteogenesis Imperfecta)

Hello, Universe (Erin Entrada Kelly)

Valencia Somerset (Deaf)

Highway Bodies (Alison Evans)

Jojo (Amputee)

House Rules (Jodi Picoult)

Jacob Hunt (Autistic)

How to Speak Dolphin (Ginny Rorby)

Adam (Autistic)

Zoe (Blind)

I:

J:

Jerk, California (Jonathan Friesen)

Sam Carrier (Tourette's Syndrome)

K:

Keep This to Yourself (Tom Ryan)

Junior Merlin (Partially Blind - One Eye)

L:

Learning Curves (Ceillie Simkiss)

Cora McLaughlin (ADHD)

Light a Single Candle (Beverly Butler)

Cathy Wheeler (Blind)

Love and First Sight (Josh Sundquist)

Cecily Hoder (Facial Difference)

William "Will" Porter (Blind)

M:

Maximum Ride (James Patterson)

Iggy (Blind)

N:

Nestlings (Nat Cassidy)

Ana Greene (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Not If I See You First (Eric Lindstrom)

Parker Grant (Blind)

O:

On the Edge of Gone (Corinne Duyvis)

Denise (Autistic)

P:

Percy Jackson - Universe (Rick Riordan)

Amphithemis (Short Term Memory Loss)

Ben (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Ethan Nakamura (Partially Blind)

Halcyon "Hal" Green (Mute)

Hearthstone (Deaf)

Hephaestus (Facial Differences, Limb Differences)

Leo Valdez (ADHD, Motion Sickness)

Phineas (Blind)

Thalia Grace (ADHD, Dyslexia)

Peter Nimble and His Fantastic Eyes (Jonathan Auxier)

Peter Nimble (Blind)

Planet Earth is Blue (Nicole Panteleakos)

Nova Vezina (Autistic)

Punk 57 (Penelope Douglas)

Ryen Trevarrow (Allergies, Asthma)

Q:

R:

Rainbow Magic (Daisy Meadows)

Camilla (Deaf)

Elsie (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Harper (Down Syndrome)

Riley (Limb Difference)

Remember Dippy (Shirley Reva Vernick)

Remember "Mem" Dippy (Autistic)

Retina Boy (Ben Shaberman)

Doug Anderson (Blind)

Marcy (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

S:

Sadie (Courtney Summers)

Sadie Hunter (Stutter)

Sal and Gabi Break the Universe (Carlos Hernandez)

Floramaria Vidón (Diabetes)

Salvador "Sal" Vidón (Type 1 Diabetes)

Scholomance (Series - Naomi Novik)

Dinesh (Facial Scarring)

Hideo (Unspecified Tic Disorder)

Jowani (Stammer)

She is Not Invisible (Marcus Sedgwick)

Laureth Peak (Blind)

Six of Crows (Leigh Bardugo)

Kaz Brekker (Chronic Pain, Cane User)

Wylan Van Eck (Dyslexia)

Song for a Whale (Lynne Kelly)

Grandfather (Deaf)

Grandmother (Deaf)

Iris Bailey (Deaf)

Wendell (Deaf)

T:

Tall Story (Candy Gourlay)

Bernardo (Gigantism)

The Body in the Woods (April Henry)

Nick Walker (ADHD)

Ruby McClure (Autism)

Agatha (Down Syndrome)

The Good Hawk (Joseph Elliot)

The Heart of Applebutter Hill (Donna Hill)

Abigail Jones (Blind)

The Idiot (Fyodor Dostoevsky)

Lev Myshkin (Epilepsy)

The Locked Tomb (Tamsyn Muir)

Cytherea the First (Cancer)

The Luis Ortega Survival Club (Sonora Reyes)

Ariana Ruiz (Autistic, Situational Mutism)

The One Thing (Marci Lyn Curtis)

Ben Milton (Spina Bifida)

Maggie Sanders (Blind)

The Storm Runner (J.C. Cervantes)

Renata "Ren" Santiago (Allergies, Epilepsy)

Rosie (Amputee)

Zane Obispo (Leg Length Discrepancy, Cane User)

The Tragedy Paper (Elizabeth LaBan)

Tim Macbeth (Albino, Blind)

The Wheel of Time (Robert Jordan)

Mat Cauthon (Blind)

The Window (Jeanette Ingold)

Mandy (Blind)

Things Not Seen (Andrew Clements)

Alicia Van Dorn (Blind)

Thousand Worlds - Series (Yoon Ha Lee)

Myung Juhwang (Amputee)

Quartermaster Yang (Deaf)

Tristian Strong - Series (Kwame Mbalia)

Jessica "Jess" (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

U:

V:

W:

Warriors (Erin Hunter)

Berrynose (Amputee)

Briarlight (Limited Mobility)

Brightheart (Partially Blind)

Cinderpelt (Limited Mobility)

Deadpaw (Limb Difference)

Fallowfern (Deaf)

Finleap (Amputee)

Halftail (Amputee)

Jayfeather (Blind)

Leopardstar (Diabetes)

Lilywhisker (Paralyzed)

Longtail (Blind)

Moth Flight (ADD)

Oddfoot (Limb Difference)

One-Eye (Partially Blind)

Petalfall (Epilepsy)

Shadowsight (Epilepsy)

Snowkit (Deaf)

Whitewater (Partially Blind)

Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the East (Gregory Maguire)

Nessarose Thropp (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Wings of Fire (Tui T. Sutherland)

Addax (Limp)

Battlewinner (Fantasy Disability)

Chameleon (Facial Difference, Limited Abilities)

Clay (Limp)

Dune (Amputee)

Jerboa ||| (Amputee)

Mayfly (Amputee)

Onyx (Limited Mobility)

Osprey (Blind, Paralyzed)

Peregrine (Partially Deaf)

Sapphire (Amputee)

Scarlet (Facial Difference)

Sequoia (Amputee)

Snowflake (Limited Mobility)

Starflight (Blind)

Stonemover (Limited Mobility*)

Tamarin (Blind)

Tau (Limb Difference, Limited Mobility)

Vengeance (Facial Difference)

Wasp (Facial Difference)

Wonder (R.J. Palacio)

Auggie Pullman (Facial Difference)

X:

Y:

Z:

#:

100 Days (Nicole McInnes)

Agnes (Progeria)

100 Sideways Miles (Andrew Smith)

Finn Easton (Epilepsy)

13 Gifts (Wendy Mass)

Angelina D'Angelo (Facial Difference)