#screaming crying and everything

[oscar-piastri]

Meet Norbi O’Ward

[votaeto]

Oh my-

Just that, nothing more

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x [gn, afab] Reader Kinktober prompt: Cockwarming Tags: Whiny Ace / He also wants a lot of attention / Transmasc friendly

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          You were sitting in your cabin, sighing, while looking at all the papers of the marine that you’d managed to get your hands on—they had some clues that could be very useful for the crew. There were areas where you could expand Whitebeard’s influence and places that could be useful for hiding or getting new stuff, like armament. 

It needed a significant part of your attention and many notes to be written, but it wasn’t necessarily boring; you were thankful the day wasn’t that eventful so that you could give it your full attention. Maybe Pops would be proud of you when he saw your notes.

The door to your cabin opened, and someone walked in, closing the door behind them. Judging by the casualty, it could be no one other than Ace—he threw himself on your bed and sighed. He sighed again and shifted on the bed, and it repeated itself a few times. Ah, fuck. So he was in that mood. It also made you sigh, predicting what would go on as you kept working, trying to keep your attention on your work for as long as you could.

“(Y/n),” Ace said in a dragged groan; you glanced back, seeing he had his face buried into one of your pillows.

“What?” You hummed without much interest; Ace just said your name again, whiny. Okay, there was no way around it. “Come here,” you muttered.

Ace grinned as he walked over to you. He moved to get on your lap, but you raised a hand for him to pause before you stood up and let him sit on the armchair instead. It’d be better to be on his lap rather than have him on yours, given how unquiet he was. He’d bother you less, that way, though you hardly ever found his presence to be annoying; you wouldn’t admit it, though, not when it could encourage Ace to cling to you even more.

A soft hum came from Ace as he pressed his face to your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist. All you can do now is hope that he won’t distract you a lot.

“What are you doing?” Ace muttered, looking over your shoulder. He didn’t really understand what you were doing. Well, he didn’t even put effort into it.

“Just resuming some stuff about the marine,” you muttered, sounding distant while scribbling on that notebook. It had some crossed words and arrows pointing to notes on the corner of the pages.

Ace hummed softly, pretending to understand it. He sighed, looking around the room for a moment. Why was it so boring? He kissed your shoulder, seeking some attention from you. An uninterested hum of acknowledgment wasn’t what he looked for, so he groaned and kissed the side of your neck instead, trying to see if that’d do any good. He still didn’t get any attention, so he tried nipping on your neck, tugging on the skin with your teeth until you paused and glared at him. Ace pouted.

You turned back to the papers. Ace didn’t bite on your neck anymore, thankfully, but he started shifting you an awful lot instead; it wasn’t the best thing, but it wasn’t as bad as when he was nibbling and kissing you like that. It seemed innocent, of course, but you should’ve known better.

“(Y/n),” Ace whined as he kissed your shoulder. His boner was pressed to your ass, grinding against it as he let out another groan.

“Ace, I’m busy now!” You sighed, though you couldn’t ignore the sparkle of pleasure that sparkled up your spine. Ace grumbled something that was muffled against the back of your shoulder as he ground his hips against yours again.

“Please, just a little something,” Ace mumbled as he kept grinding against you, in a way you had to stop writing. “Please, just let me in,” he whispered, reaching a hand between your thighs. “Just let me inside you, I won’t do anything more, just let me be inside you. I need to be inside you, pretty please, it feels so good, please…”

Saying you had a weak spot for Ace was a great understatement; you wished he wouldn’t learn the fact you’d probably do whatever he asked if he did it properly. You took a deep breath, trying to cool down yourself a little bit.

“Yeah, okay,” you whispered. “Just that.”

Nothing could go wrong, right?

You shifted a little so that you could unbutton your pants and push them down with your underwear—as well as give Ace space to do the same. Slowly, you returned to his lap, groaning softly as his cock slipped between your folds, collecting your wetness and mixing it with his pre-cum, before finally pushing inside you. It had your breath catching in your throat a couple of times as you let your weight down on him, finding a comfortable position on his lap.

It was good. Ace stretched you fine, pressing to some nice spots inside you, but it wasn’t something you couldn’t handle. You took a deep breath to clear your mind, hoping you could go back to your work. Keyword: hoping.

The first few minutes were actually okay. Ace just slumped on the armchair, with his arms lazily wrapped around your waist. However, he occasionally throbbed, twitched inside you. It happened once, twice, and a quiet groan escaped Ace’s lips. Of course, he couldn’t sit still or keep his mind clean, even more so when he was deep inside you and with nothing to do.

“(Y/—”

“No,” you said immediately, continuing to write. You couldn’t be distracted now, right when you managed to focus—at least as much as possible at the moment. Ace whined in defeat, shifting his hips a little. “Don’t move, Ace,” you patted his forearm a little. “You said you just wanted to be inside, yeah? That’s all you get. Now behave.”

Ace complained under his breath as you went back to writing, making notes in your notebook. As much as you also enjoyed it a lot, your self-control was better than Ace’s; it wasn’t that hard having more self-control than Ace, in all honesty. You wanted to ride him, feel him hit repeatedly that spot inside you that sent sparkles down your spine, making you curl your toes, but you also wanted it to last. If you just gave in and rode him already, the fun just wouldn’t be the same. It was a nice contrast, compared to the frantic fucking that happened often.

The thoughts crossed your mind, making you unconsciously clench around Ace—he let out a soft whimper in response, which you pretended not to notice while keeping your attention on the papers.

You’d barely ever had Ace’s cock still inside you like that, instead of pushing into you at a fast pace. It felt nice, almost making it impossible not to clench around him, seeking more pleasure just from the fact of having him stretching you so nicely, reaching in deep.

Okay, okay, focus. You were getting distracted again. You could do that, it was almost over, anyway.

“Fuck,” Ace breathed as he adjusted his arms around your waist. He tensed up, clearly struggling to keep his hips still. His breath caught in his throat, cock twitching inside you, and he held the air for a moment before slowly relaxing under you, trying to exhale slowly.

The temptation was great.

Ace shifted a little bit, and it wasn’t clear whether he was angled perfectly or the constant tension had you very sensitive, but it immediately snatched a moan from your lips.

“Baby…” Ace tried, letting one of his hands rest on your thigh.

“Let me finish, Ace,” you tried to sound as sharp as possible, but you had a pathetic breathy and shaky voice. “‘M almost there.”

Ace let out a whine, but he didn’t complain further, only letting his hand rest on your thigh. Through time, though, his hand started squeezing your thigh, letting his fingers sink into the skin; he eventually paused and massaged over the skin instead. “How much longer?” He mumbled. “God, you feel so good around me, so hot, so tight…”

“Shut up,” you muttered. Your throat felt dry, in a way it was difficult to swallow.

Ace shifted again, snatching another moan from you. That was impossible.

You sighed, putting your pen away and leaning back against Ace.

“Hey,” Ace gasped. “What are you— Fuck…” He moaned as he felt you roll your hips. He took hold of your hips, groaning as he rubbed circles into your skin, encouragingly.

It was a little difficult since there was no support to move your hips, but the armchair was thankfully wide enough so that you could pull your legs up on it, sitting in a sort of w position with your legs. Riding Ace was much better now, your hands tight around the chair’s armrests as you started moving your hips, relieving the need that had started building inside you this whole time.

“So good,” you breathed to Ace. His finger moved to dig into your waist, and whatever he mumbled between moans, it was too messy for you to understand. He lazily moved his hips up so that he could fuck you as well, watching his cock disappear deep inside you repeatedly. You were so wet, and he was leaking so much—there was a creamy white ring at the base of his cock, where both of you met. The squelching sounds were so fucking lewd, somehow turning Ace on even more, if possible.

Leaning back made Ace’s cock reach a new angle inside you; it had the arousal pooling in your lower stomach much faster, sending sparkles of pleasure up your spine. You reached a hand between your legs, collecting some of the wetness between your folds to play with your clit, rubbing the pads of your fingers against it in pace with his thrusts and your movements. Your eyes rolled back with pleasure. It wasn’t a fast fuck or a dynamic one. It was slow, messy, and sloppy, but still managed to make you feel so fucking good.

Your orgasm built in your lower stomach rather fast, but still felt so fucking good as it finally arrived, making your thighs quiver as you came all around Ace’s cock, clenching tight around him. Ace whimpered, muttering more slurred, incoherent words that you couldn’t make out through his pleased sounds. He also came, gulping as his hips stuttered to meet yours and fuck his cum inside you, while his grip tightened around your waist. It hurt, but also felt so good.

Ace’s moans got higher-pitched, breathy, because you just didn’t stop. You kept moving, riding him even after he came. He watched the mix of cum slip down his cock as it kept disappearing inside you. As much as he could feel the overstimulation threatening to kick in, he couldn’t bring you to stop. He didn’t want you to. He just melted more into the seat, gasping and moaning as he let you continue to fuck yourself with him.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[ontosgold]

A scarf long enough for two ✨

[timethehobo]

Scribbled on the flight home. One day more! 🥺

[liesmultixxx]

“As long as we’re together”

the devotion??

they’re insane actually

percy and annabeth’s fall into tartarus will forever have a very special place in my heart (and make me cry)

[gravedigg]

hi. do you see my vision?

[d1sapp01ntm3nt]

first piece of public Outsiders fanart and of course it’s furry yaoi.

yes this was the mystery ship I made a post abt.

(Traditional ver below)

(Silly captions in alt text)

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: babies!!!! you’re also referred to as “ma” once

okay but like,,,,,first time dad Bakugou giving his baby their first bath after coming home!!! you’re fluttering around the kitchen, trying to make sure you have your daughters towel ready, her baby safe soap, a tiny washcloth, that her teeny tiny pajamas are in the dryer.

it’s only when you take a second to ask Bakugou something do you finally just—pause. your gaze instantly softens, a lovesick smile inching on your face as you watch your big buff pro hero husband hunch over the kitchen sink.

your daughter is resting in the baby bath seat, lilac colored and reclined back. she squirms when Bakugou lets the warm water run over her naked, fat little belly. her face scrunches at the new sensation, fists balling up against her chest. he coos at her, gentle,

“I know, ya little princess. Feels weird on ya, doesn’t it?” he asks her, voice so small under the running water. he cups his hand, holds a handful of water, tilts her fat cheek up to let it slide in her neck rolls that always smell like milk. she whines at that, sniffles and hiccups before she cries. you go to take a step forward, to console her, but Bakugou is so patient.

“It’s alright,” he kisses her tears away. “Daddy’s just tryna help you.” he runs the water all over her body, and paired with his softly spoken words, does she finally quiet after a few seconds. her little body trembles with the aftermath, pouty lips puffy and he can’t help but smooth his hand over the softness of her face.

“Yer a crybaby, just like your ma.” he whispers to her, grinning when that breaks you out of your stupor to smack him on the shoulder. you both laugh at that, and you finally feel the peace that is your little family. you lean against Bakugou’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his jaw before looking at your daughter again.

“You’re gonna be a great dad,” you mumble into his skin. he doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his shuddering breath, and the calmness that blankets the rest of your house.

[lingerdingdong]

Marc Revelado Documentary clip and English transcript

[jedi-starbird]

No one ever tells Obi-Wan that he is his Master's padawan.

Of course, for most people who had known Qui-Gon Jinn, telling someone else they resembled the the man would in fact be a thinly veiled insult. But still, Obi-Wan feels the absence of comparisons almost as strongly as he feels the absence of his Master.

There is no one for Obi-Wan to push against now, no strong presence at his side, ready to grab him by scruff and pull him back from another reckless stunt. It's an odd feeling. He has been set loose against his wishes. There is no one to his left and Anakin at his heels, but Anakin had needed, still needs, a strong, gentle figure for his prickly but sensitive heart. For even their worst bickering could not hold a candle to the scathing remarks he and Qui-Gon had shot at each other and Obi-Wan knows he cannot push and needle Anakin in the same way.

When Qui-Gon had been alive they had been an amusing, mirrored pair, the maverick and his rule-following padawan. Opposites clashing against each other, yet working together to complete the most difficult missions. Few saw that Qui-Gon's impertinence had indeed rubbed off on his padawan, cultivated from that small, angry initiate, because the only way to rebel against the rule-breaker had been to parrot the Council fastidiously. No one would ever get to see that again. Obi-Wan is one half of a mirrored pair trying to complete a routine on his own. What once was an impish, teasing compliance is now a betrayal of all his Master's values.

"How could Qui-Gon raise such a model Jedi?" He hears them say, "It's admirable that Master Kenobi was appointed to the Council despite his Master's maverick ways."

Padawan Kenobi would have yelled and kicked and screamed. Master Kenobi is serene. It should feel like an achievement. It feels like a disappointment.

Sometimes, Obi-Wan looks at the shape of the man he has moulded himself into, and aches to be his Master's padawan.

[rafayelsgf]

[spoilers] just listened to rafayel's secret times: treasure (finally reached affinity level 70 yay) and fucking hell i Bawled so bad (i didn't expect this to be so fluffy MAAN)

basically, a self-indulgent list of what rafayel did during your period to lesson your cramps and make you feel better:

made you warm milk

planned to call an ambulance bc you don't look well even if you don't have a fever

doesn't have any experience with this yet still tries everything he can do

was supposed to be on a date & had a dinner reservation but canceled it and he's trying to cheer you up: "we'll have other chances to see the night sky..."

offers his shoulder for you to lean on

felt how cold your hands were, so he gave you a blanket

"if you want or need anything, just call me. today, i'll be your bodyguard." (i would be fucking lying if i didn't say i sobbed so hard here.)

offered himself as your sofa because he saw your uncomfortable you feel lying down: "yeah, lean on me."

gives you a massage to take your pain away ):

constantly asks you and checks up on you during the massage bc he doesn't want to hurt you ):

still tries his best massaging you despite not being his expertise: "these hands excel at many things, but not this."

can also be your personal punching bag: but if you wanna hit me, you can do it. gently."

offered himself (again) to be (gently) punched bc he saw on the internet that exercise will make you feel better ): and as per rafayel, hitting him counts as exercise ):

loves to crack up jokes just to see you smile )))):

you must be wrapped up in a blanket (he checks up on you again)

wants you to lean on him if you're more comfortable in that position: "as long as you're not frowning, i won't feel tired."

literally fucking hums a song for you PLEASE ))))):

reminisce with you and show you the night sky (pictures he took) since you are unable to go out rn ):

shows you the pictures he took and the story behind it in his softest voice ):

lets you enjoy the photos while you guys just sit and talk to help you sleep ):

wants you to get better soon bc it's hard for him to see you unwell ):

says that he's bad at taking care of others but assures you that he'll be a good sofa and stay with you the whole night ))))):

also will personally cook something for you in the morning ):

"good night. i won't leave you."

this is honestly my favorite secret times audio now. oh god, rafayel, my standards just went so high. the fucking man you are ): i love him so much.

[axel-tiredstudent]

I just finished reading this manga and while I was still crying I did this. Though it may be relatable to some of u <3

[doctorsiren]

doodles during anthropology today

they wouldn’t leave my brain

[narliee]

When I choose to see the good side of things, I'm not being naive. It is strategic and necessary. It's how I learned to survive through everything. EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE (2022), dir. Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert

[babybirbb]

me when glen powell

[dr-spectre]

The way that this single image makes what the Squid Sisters have gone through even more emotional is somehow shocking to me.

Like it really makes me think, "Damn... These two have been through a lot together.... both good.... and bad...."

Started off as nobodies who were filled with so much anxiety and doubt, thinking that it might not work out. To then becoming the most popular Idols the entire world has ever seen, they became SO popular that it ultimately damaged their relationship, causing a massive rift between the two and they slowly drifted apart... Callie was ridden with so much attention and work that she couldn't take it anymore, all the pain and loneliness was too much for the 19 year old girl from Inkopolis... She broke down and the worst parts of her, the angry bitterness inside of her was brought out via a desperate old enemy that needed her help to save his people from certain death. She willingly went with him because she would rather get to know and help her enemy rather than spend another second in the society she grew up in.

Marie became filled with so much panic and fear about her cousin that it took up every waking second of her life when she went to Calamari County to see family. When Callie never arrived, she must have been so scared... so anxious... fearing the worst about her cousin...

When Marie found out what truly became of Callie, it must have been the worst day of her life. Marie wanted to fix their broken relationship so badly, she was on the brink of tears during Tidal Rush, she desperately wanted to remind Callie all of the times they times that they had together, that she is a Squid Sister and she doesn't want to fight her anymore.

Once Marie shot off the shades, Callie was still angry, dazed, confused, in pain... only left to sing and dance as that came natural to her. However, once that heavenly melody played, all of those good memories flooded back in, all of the hardship they went through, the performances they've done, the Splatfests they held, it all came back to her, filling her with joy and energy. She leaped into the air and decided that she wants to be with her cousin until her final breath, no longer she wanted to fight.

Since that night, the two have healed their relationship and are stronger than ever. They have planted the seeds for the next generation and will be there to nurture them, so that no one repeats the same mistakes that they did....

"We've come far, you and I, on our journey."

"Sights and sounds, highs and lows, all that we've seen."

"Nothing at the start, in the void of night."

"But then out there, in the dark, a path came to light."

"Did you think back then we'd be here? Guiding others in our shoes?"

"Tiny, tiny seeds, left on the trail, someday to bloom."