#so *jazz hands* ta da!

[racingliners]

Fic Moodboards

The Rules of Strategy - ao3 link Sebastian Vettel: Chief Strategist - Mercedes AMG Petronas

[4th-make-quail]

[fic] burning like a fire in my head

Title: burning like a fire in my head Fandom: interview with the Vampire RPF Ship: Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman Tags: Explicit, dry humping Summary: Watching Assad laugh at his stupid jokes made Eric feel all kinds of ways. a/n: So about that blooper reel eh! This is not my long-foretold Big Fic (that's incoming soon:tm:), but a celebration of our first RPFriday! Because I needed to exorcise this image from my brain goddamn it.

[luck-and-larceny]

Barbarous

"Fucking– holy fucking– what the fuck!?”

It was supposed to be a simple job.

It was a massacre.

Blood everywhere.

She’d never seen so much blood before. She’d never smelled so much blood before. All the books she’d read that had violent scenes in them had commented on the smell. They’d all said it smelled like copper. She had thought she didn’t really know what copper smelled like, but standing here in the midst of all this blood and gore she realized that Oh. Huh. It does smell like copper.

Clearly, someone had been here before her. And they hadn’t had the same get in and get out without being seen philosophy that she did. Or, rather, they had a different means of ensuring that being seen was not an issue for them.

She had been tasked with stealing a priceless katana from off the wall in the entry. It should have been easy. Just get in the entry, grab the sword, get out again.

But when she’d arrived to do case the place, she'd found the yard eerily silent and empty of guards. The entire ward, in fact, had felt almost supernaturally quiet. No one outside. No lights coming from inside any homes.

Fear ran icy fingers up Malika's arms and spine. She became aware of the fact that she could hear her own breathing. It was the loudest sound in the area.

No frogs.

No locusts.

No breeze.

Nothing at all.

This felt like a fairly obvious indication that she should just fucking leave.

But something tugged on her– that same something that always tugged on her and led her to, sometimes wonderful and just as often unfathomably terrible, decisions: curiosity. She had to know what was going on. She couldn’t leave until she knew.

The front door was cracked open, just barely, but still open. No light spilled out from it. The only light illuminating the yard came from the streetlamps, which continued to blaze despite everything, casting unsettling shadows from the trees in the yard against the fading, white paint of the silent house. The shadows of tree limbs, long, spindiy and gnarled, almost seemed to beckon her to the cracked door.

If she left now she'd be safe.

But if she stayed… if she stayed…

She had no answer for if she stayed. There was no reason for it. Her curiosity was misplaced and she knew it. She knew it! And still she stepped forward as though pulled forward by magic she couldn't shake.

She slowly pulled open the door. She'd fully expected it to creak as she did so; it'd only be fitting given everything else after all. Instead, it remained silent and her heart thundering in her ears remained the loudest sound near her.

The smell hit her first.

It assaulted her, in fact, and sent her reeling backwards, nearly causing her trip in the process.

Then, as her Keeper eyes quickly adjusted to the lack of light, the empty entry hit her next. There had been several weapons on display, it seemed. Now there were none.

Including the katana.

Gone.

Well. To Malika's mind, the household was sort of asking to be robbed by keeping their treasures in the very first fucking room a visitor, invited or otherwise, walked into.

She'd argue that the scene she walked into next no one would ask for.

The man of the house, mutilated, limbs removed without regard or care, crumpled next to a piano, its ivory keys still wet and red with his blood.

Blood splatters against the otherwise white wall on the landing of the staircase where his wife was brutally attacked when she no doubt ran down the stairs to the sound of her husband screaming. Pinpricks of her blood had found their way to a portrait on the wall, landing on the cheek of her artistic rendering.

What remained of two guards, not much all told, was strewn about various corners of the sitting room. Discarded toy blocks was all Malika could see as evidence a child had been been in the house at all. Where was the child now? Kidnapped? Murdered in another room? Did she even want to know?

She suspected she did not.

Whatever spell had dominated her will and pulled her inside lost hold of her when she saw the carnage that whatever madman, whatever barbarian, had left in its wake before she'd arrived. Her panic was stronger than her curiosity; it was time to leave.

She turned to head back to the entry.

But she wouldn't make it.

Not before she heard the voice of whoever–whatever– had been there before.

"No," it whispered in her ear, "You'll stay."

[mothfables]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Linked Universe fandom, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Legend & Warriors (Linked Universe), Legend & Sky (Linked Universe), Legend (Linked Universe) & Everyone, Legend (Linked Universe) & Ravio (Legend of Zelda), Legend (Linked Universe)/Ravio (Legend of Zelda), Sky & Warriors (Linked Universe) Characters: Legend (Linked Universe), Warriors (Linked Universe), Sky (Linked Universe), Ravio (Legend of Zelda), Linked Universe Links | The Chain, only the first four actually have a big part but everyone is there so- Additional Tags: Fluff, Platonic Cuddling, Sleepy Cuddles, legend’s a sleepy boy in this one, also a little bit of, Light Angst, from the chain in the first part and legend in the second, cause they worry and legend’s got trauma about losing people, but don’t worry he’s got brothers to take care of him, Legend Deserves Good Things: The Fic, Legend (Linked Universe)-centric, Soft Legend (Linked Universe), Soft Sky (Linked Universe), Soft Warriors (Linked Universe), i think those all fit, still figuring out how ao3 works haha, i would add that he gets a hug but its not really hugging, just cuddles, queerplatonic Legend/Ravio, Queerplatonic Relationships, just a touch of, Medic Warriors, as a treat, oh wait i almost forgot, Linked Universe (Legend of Zelda), Legend acts like a bunny, Ravio acts likes a bunny Series: Part 2 of Pink and Purple Bunnies Summary:

Legend flops when he’s happy (or in this case, sleepy).

[mxbbadperson]

kamen rider geats' eye motif and looking and seeing

it's meta time, babey!! note: added some stuff and on a whole, this is 1k words! wow...

we know that there's an eye theme with the dgp with their cameras and the name of some of their riders. but i think that there's a theme in the story about what eyes do, looking, and what people don't do, seeing.

there's obviously ace and neon, ace made his stars of the stars of the stars wish and neon started vlogging her escape attempts so their special person could find them. so they invite eyes, they invite looking.

and with neon, her parents look at her but all they see her is themselves. they don't see her as she is, a child wanting and needing love and affection, their daughter. and even though her mom has trackers on her, her mom doesn't see her. and even though neon's audience don't know her either, they know her better than her parents do.

2nd addition: (and ace and neon know themselves. ace because of the sheer amount of years and neon because she's determined to have her wish come true. that's why the dezastar was good for her, it showed neon's resolve. she knew that she'd hurt ace but is willing to do it, to take ace's distrust as consequence.)

and this looking but not seeing happens happens especially well to michinaga and keiwa...

with michinaga, he knows that ace isn't at fault of his friend's death, even in his own memories, he knows that. but he refuses to acknowledge it, refuses to see. and it continues with how interacts with ace.

very early on, ace says that at least he'll win by being true to himself when michinaga allies himself with sheepman. and it makes michinaga think and change his mind. this is the first instance of ace throwing up michinaga's reflection! then there's the jgp...

ace first asks if more misery is what he wants to deal out then tells him that he's like beroba. ace is once again throwing up michinaga's reflection, this is who you are, but michinaga runs away from it. (and maybe one could even say that ace saying that michinaga is saving riders in the desire royale is ace finally giving michinaga a lie he could believe. being a good guy isn't michinaga's reflection but... it could be.)

for keiwa, he's this selfless person and his reflection, how others saw him as, was that. but it wasn't a perfect reflection because keiwa even believed in it even though it wasn't true. and as we see later...

he knew what he had to do and did it with such certainty that he didn't care about who he hurt. he literally looks at his reflection! he looks at himself through his sword but he doesn't care that he's looking at himself through a sword, doesn't care about that his reflection is different. and when tsumuri says that he looks miserable when he said his wish, throwing up his reflection, keiwa denies it, runs from it.

then there is tsumuri, made for an unknown, unseen purpose and to look at maps and to see the players' suffering. and do nothing about it., she can't even close her eyes against it! and she suffered and while they caused it, saw it, they didn't care. (and one could even say that her being the navigator of the a new dgp is her chance to not be part of why the players' are suffering, to see something nice and happy.)

and there's the audience, the supporters. they watch and see the players suffering and they don't care. the supporters meddle to close the distance but it does something to them. they finally feel pain and it gives them insight like ziin and kyuun. they finally feel pain and it repulses them like beroba. the VIPS came to this era but abandoned sueru when there was the threat of harm. what they were looking is now looking back at them and because they closed the distance themselves, they can't look away like before.

kekera has it too. he sees something in keiwa and wants it to be true, does it matter if keiwa is in pain? the only thing that matters is what kekera could see him being. (one could say how neon is to her parents!) and his last laugh is because of acknowledgment. i see you but do you see me? but kekera didn't really see keiwa. or maybe… he saw keiwa too well.

for the dgp itself, there's girori and chiram being glare, niram and being gazer, jitt and being regad, and finally sueru and first being his own version of gazer then later his own version of regad. only one of them has an eye, with the rest, even sueru's gazer, the seam is closed. two has their eye closed, the rest are blind.

for girori, he wants and strives for world peace and while he's the game master, he doesn't fully understand what the dgp is. for niram, he wants to the reality show to have realism even though the supposed realism doesn't actually matter. for sueru's gazer, he feels that the grand end has to be done but he doesn't realize just yet that ace and his gang is a serious threat. but he does later, ace and his gang are looking at him and sueru is looking back. and for chiram and jitt…

they're like samas, they're the ones that understand the dgp the most, so much more than girori and niram do. they see their cruelty and the suffering they cause and they don't care. their eyes are closed willingly yet chiram told tsumuri to see the players' suffering and jitt witnessed hers.

1st addition: and of course there's mitsume. she's silent and forced to watch as they use her power to shape and ruin the world. sueru and his game masters look at her, she is unable to look back. and to be like her, tsumuri and ace are stripped of their bodies and of their will. they would be like her. to have thoughts and emotions is to look back and to be defiant is to look back.

[totaly-obsessed]

Could you maybe do a part two to Muffin top?

Berry Cute

Alessia Russo x reader Drabble & Request

-> Muffin Top pt.2

-> Reader finally gets the nerve to ask Lessi out

➳ Masterlist

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

As much as it pained Viv, she listened to her friends and girlfriend – leaving you to figure it out yourself. The Dutch could appreciate that your cute character and straightforwardness were appealing to her fellow striker but could not help but feel bad, seeing you stumble over your words again and again.

Some of the Arsenal girls were meeting up for a bake night at their captain's house, making all kinds of different treats. While a hoard of chaotic girls certainly wasn’t the calm evening atmosphere Kim usually had, she wouldn’t change it for the world.

Currently, you were making one of your favorite pastries from back home – rosinenbrötchen. But seeing as the word ‘brötchen’ was too difficult for most of the team to pronounce you had settled on a bread form, so you were making raisin bread instead, and it was already in the oven.

Alessia and Laura were meanwhile attempting to make a pizza, but with Laura’s endless laughing and Alessia’s clumsy nature, it wasn’t going so well. As badly as you wanted to help, every single approach you had made – failed. Alessia knew what you wanted with your hints, but she tried to get you to use your words.

In more ways than one.

In the end, it was Katie who couldn’t take it anymore. While she had been all in for the teasing, seeing you look like a kicked puppy was too much. Strong hands pushed you in the middle of Alessia and Laura who still hadn’t pulled it together, laughing their asses off. “Right, this is your helper Less. Laura and I’ll continue over there.”

With a big grin, the striker pulled you by your arm to her self-appointed workstation. Jazz Hands, accompanied by a little ‘Ta-da!’ showed you her pizza. If you could call it that. “Less did you use dried yeast Or any yeast?”

Big blue eyes looked at you before she put on an innocent façade and shrugged her broad shoulders. “I don’t know?” Upon further inspection, you could make out that the pair had completely forgotten the yeast at all. “God Less, you are a terrible Italian.”

So you got to work, starting over all together. The blonde had given up on helping and opted to stand behind you, wrapping her arms around your middle, and pulling you as close to her as possible. It was amusing how shaky your hands suddenly were and how your sentences started to be a little confused.

Alessia made you nervous, and she knew it – she loved it. Seeing your face go completely red after whispering a sweet compliment into your ea. Hearing your shaky exhale when her fingers massage your hips. Smelling your favorite perfume, which had by now become her favorite drug. Feeling your soft hair tickle her chin, as she rested her head on yours. The striker loved it.

“Hey, I’m only half Italian.”

With more teasing you finished making the Pizza, leaving Alessia to the toppings while you went back to your raisin bread.

You didn’t know what came over you, but with sudden motivation you turned, invading Alessia's space, cornering her against the kitchen aisle. “Hey Less, Do you like raisins?” The blonde couldn’t help but smile, enamored by your charm. “I love raisins, baby.” You pulled your hand out from behind your back with a terrible tremble, nearly dropping it, a fist formed as you extended it to your crush who hesitantly held out an open palm. “How do you feel about a date?” A soft, deep purple date landed in Alessia’s hand when she started giggling. “Dates are not my favorite fruit, my love.”

Your mouth was wide open. Did she not understand? I mean, you asked her on a date, that was obvious.

Right?

Your stunned silence made her laugh even more, leaning on your shoulder to keep herself steady. “Less- I asked if you wanted to, wanted to uhmm, go on a date with me?”

From the corner of her eye, the taller girl could see a gathered crown of Katie, Beth, Kyra, and Laura who were currently getting the best soap opera of their life. “I know baby.” When your eyes started to tear up and the kicked-puppy look came back, she couldn’t take her own teasing anymore, “And I would love to go on a date with you!”

Breathing felt refreshing after the silence you endured. Cheering made you look towards your teammates who started clapping and chanting.

“Hey baby you know what?” Gentle fingers gripped your jaw, turning your face back towards her own. “I think you are berry cute.” Now it was your turn to laugh, loving her cheesy pick-up line as a response to your own.

“Oh my god. One worse than the other.”

[scribblesofagoonerr]

— Wee' bit of haggis in Sc0tLaNd

here we are with the request of readers' time in scotland, hope it lives up to expectations.

thank you massively to @alotofpockets as always for helping me come up with the ideas needed for chaos fc.

pairings: vivianne miedema x reader, kaylan marckese x reader

summary: readers joins viv, kaylan and myle in scotland during the international break, and of course shes' her usual self.

"Are we there yet?" Your not much of a fan of the journey, so to find out of the plan for a road trip, you weren't exactly thrilled.

"No," Viv replies bluntly from where shes' sat in the drivers seat of the camper van she'd hired for the trip.

Your literally hanging upside down of the sofa in the van even if that's not remotely safe to do, "How much longer? I'm so bored!" You can't help but complain regardless.

"Well, its' a road trip so considering the fact that we're on the road not there yet, it will be a while." Kaylan remarks, chuckling at you in amusement.

"Y/N, I've already told you before to sit up and put your seatbelt on. I'm driving and that's not safe at all!" Viv lightly scolds, catching you in the rear-view mirror of the van.

You huff and begrudingly do as your told, sitting up and buckling yourself into a seat, "Yeah, but how much longer is a while?" You question.

"How longs' a piece of string?" Kaylan chips in.

"I... I don't know-- Are we there yet?" You question for the tenth time in the past hour.

"For the love of god, Y/N," Viv exclaims, slamming her hands on the steering wheel, "We'll get there when we do, just be patient!" She states.

The Dutch womens' shouting is enough to shut you up.

Well, at least for like 5 minutes.

"Yeah, but like, when will that be?" You murmer, wearily glancing between the two older girls.

"Y/N!" Viv shouts aloud.

You hold your hands up in mock surrender, "Alright, alright. Sheesh-- You ask one little question and you get it in the neck." You mumble, innocently smiling at both Viv and Kaylan when they look at you in disbelief.

"Y/N, don't touch that," You hear Viv scold you for what felt like the hundreth time when she caught you going to press a mysterious button in the van.

It's not your fault that you're bored though, is it?

"Why not? It looks fun to press!" You protest; If someone tells you to do something then you're going to want to do it more, right?

Obviously.

"Because I said so," Viv states as you move to reach out and touch it again, "Don't touch it, Y/N!"

"What'd happen if I do?" You really were intreguied to find out what would happen if you press the button like you so desperately want to do.

"Nothing because you're going to touch it!" The Dutch women ultimately ruins your fun.

What an absolute party pooper.

"But Vivi, thats' borin'!" You can't help but whine in protest, being stuck in a moving vehicle isn't all that fun at all, "I only want to see what happens!"

"No, don't!" Viv leans forward and swats your hand away from being inches away from pressing it, "How an earth did I end up with you joining us on this trip?" She grumbles under her breath.

"Well that's simple, Vivi cos' Leah doesn't trust me to stay home alone and Kimmy refuses to deal with me, so ta-da, you're stuck with me!" You exclaim, waving your hands in a jazz like gesutre, "We're going to have a blast!"

"Fabulous," Viv mutters, trying to keep her eyes' focused on the road ahead.

You shrug your shoulders and smirk, "Blame them, not me! I don't see why I couldn't just stay home, I had so many things to do--" Your completely distracted by spotting the sheep out of the window and literally moving to press your face up against the glass, "Oh, oh, look, there's sheep! I can see them... I want to pet them!" You exclaim in complete awe of them.

You like sheep, you were a big fan of them. Nobody judge, okay?

"Uh, is she... Is she normal?" Kaylan glances at Viv, skeptically.

Viv snorts in response, "That depends what you mean by normal. I don't think shes' been tested for insanity." She remarks.

You whip your head around to look at the two older girls, "I'm not crazy, its' not proven but I'm not... I'm just havin' fun!" Your quick to defend.

You weren't crazy, sometimes the thoughts inside your head were just a bit wild though but that's what makes things better, nobody likes people who are boring!

"Oh yeah, tryng to give us both a nervous breakdown, heh. That's not exactly my idea of fun," Viv states, shaking her head.

You huff and go back to staring out the window at the sheep, "When we get out, can we please go and pet the sheep, please Vivi?" You all but beg her; They look so fluffy, you want to go and pet them so badly.

Kim wouldn't let you pet the dogs at the airport, you got the pet all the animals in Melbourne at the zoo, but you still want to pet sheep.

That'd be cool!

"No, Y/N," Viv disagrees, spoiling your fun.

Damn it.

"I'll be super careful though!" You continue to whine, wanting to get your way with things, "They don't even bite!"

Viv shakes her head in disagreement, "Yes they do and no you're not petting them," She still wasn't going to change her mind on this one, "I don't want to be the one to explain to Leah what happened when I drop you back off to her."

"Booooo!" You grumble in protest, sulking and crossing your arms, "This trips meant to be fun." You murmer, still not liking the fact of being told no.

Even though you were always told it, you thought you would get away with it this time around.

Apparently not.

"No, this trip is meant to be peaceful-- Y/N, don't touch that!" Viv exclaims, quickly moving to swat your hand away again before you attempt to touch the mysterious button once again. "I swear I'm babysittin' a literal child." She mutters.

"This weeks going to be a lot, isn't it?" Kaylan questions.

Viv exhales a sigh in response, "I can already feel the impending headache." She states.

"Look! Look! Fluffy cows!" You gasp in excitement, gesturing over to the field where you can see seem, "Moo! Do you think they can understand me?" You wonder, curiously.

You also have the need to pet them, so thats' exactly where you're heading off to now.

"Insanity... Not proven," Kaylan snorts in amusement, "Oh, there she goes!" She jokes, watching you rush in the direction of a gate to get near to the cows.

Viv exhales a sigh and shakes her head, "Y/N, come back 'ere!" She shouts, not in the mood to chase after you.

"I'm goin' to pet the fluffy cows!" You exclaim, getting to the metal gate and attempting to climb on it; You don't see the big deal about that.

"Y/N!" Viv continues to shout, grumbling under her breath before she hands Myle off to Kaylan, "I'd better go get her before she hurts herself."

"They weren't kidding when they said she bolts' at any chance she gets," Kaylan adds in, trying to stifle her laughter while she watches Viv try and catch up to you, while she trails behind.

"Y/N, get down before you hurt yourself!" Vivs' panicking that you're going to slip and break your leg, meanwhile you're non the wiser while you just try and get closer to the fluffy cows.

You rest on of your hands on the gate while you turn to look at the frantic Dutch, "Why? C'mon Vivi, its' not even that high. I'm fine!" You insist.

"Shes' definitely going to get hurt," Kaylan chimes in, catching up with the both of you finally.

Viv pinches the bridge of her nose, "Give me strength." She mutters to herself.

"Hey, guys! Look, this is so cool! I... I'm so close to this fluffy cow-- Do you have a name? I feel like you need a name," You start yapping on directly to the animal in front of you as you lean forward to try and stick your hand out, "C'mere cow who doesn't have a name!" You try to get there attention.

"Shes' literally talking to a cow," Kaylan mumbles, dumbfound.

"Y/N, that's enough. Get down before you hurt yourself!" Vivs' on high alert in case you fall.

All you want to do is pet the fluffy cow, who you're deciding on calling Derek.

Yeah, he definitely looks like a Derek.

"It's fine, it's not that deep," You can't help but roll your eyes in protest before you try and reach more towards the animal, "C'mere, Derek! C'mere!"

"Who the hell is Derek?" Kaylan questions, confused.

"The fluffy cow, duh!" You exclaim, gesturing to the cow in the field.

"Get down, Y/N!" Viv repeats.

"It's fine, its' not that deep," You mumble in repsonse.

You were so close to reaching the cow until you weren't; Slipping on the gate due to the wetness of it previously raining, means you fall back and land right smack in the middle of a puddle, which smells partically foul.

Cow poop.

"Arghhh!" You scream in absolute horror at what's happened, "EW! EW! EWWWW!"

"It was only a matter of time," Kaylan remarks before she cracks up laughing.

"Ew! Ew!" You immediately whine in digsust, "Vivi, help me up. Help me up!" You plead, trying to hold your hands out for her to pull you up out of the cow muck.

Viv can't help but snicker in amusement, "I feel like this is considered karma now, Y/N." She states.

"Its' not funny, this is gross!" You continue to whine about it, "Help me up, please!" You all but plead.

"Sure, but let me just get a photo for Kim first," The Dutch agrees, sliding her phone out of her pocket, "Say cheese, Y/N!"

Kaylan also takes an opportunity to snap a photo, "This is hilarious-- This could only happen to you, Y/N." She teases you.

"Definitely one for the groupchat," Viv chimes in, grinning at the photo.

You kindly give them both the finger while being stuck in the mud, "Somebody help me up-- This is gross!" You complain, finding the situation to be absolutely horrifying.

"Hi, I wanted to call in and check in," Beths' face pops up on the screen when Viv answers, "See how you're doin'?" She wonders.

"Well, we got to Scotland, finally," Viv breathes a sigh of relief, "The drive was tedious to say the least." She admits.

Beth chuckles slightly, "And hows' Y/N doing?"

"Y/N is well, Y/N," Viv remarks.

"Is she behaving herself?" The blonde questions.

"Don't even get me started," The brunette mutters, shaking her head, "I'm wondering how Kim coped with her for as long as she did!" She states, throwing her hands up in the air.

Beth winces slightly, "Sounds like its' been rough then."

"Y/N has already tried to torment the sheep, and the cows as well," Viv explains to her girlfriend, "I do however have a great photo to send into the groupchat of when she fell in the cow much."

"Really?" Beth breaks out into laughter, "I can't wait to see that!" She exclaims.

Viv chuckles slightly, "I'll make sure to send it over in a bit. I'm definitely gonna need another holiday after this." She admits, rubbing her temples.

"It's a good job we have Greece lined up after this then," Beth chips in.

"Oooh! Greece? I want to go to Greece?" You can't help but overhear the conversation between the two of them, "Hi Beffy!" You pop your head in the view of Vivs' phone.

"No, that's definitely not happening!" Viv states, firmly.

"Hi, Y/N. I hope you're not giving Viv and Kaylan too much grief?" Beth chuckles, waving at you.

"Oh, please. I've been on my best behaviour!" You flash the blonde an innocent smile, "So, can I come to Greece with you both? Pretty please!" You plead.

"No!" Viv exclaims in protest.

"Well it sounds like you've got your hands full there. I'll let you go and I'll pass it along to Leah that her kids' still alive," Beth jokes, sensing Vivs' frustration having to deal with you, "Not long now, just remember that." She adds.

"Counting the days as we speak," Viv grumbles, followed by a quick end to the conversation and getting back to dealing with you and your chaos.

"Y/N, are you coming to eat?" Kaylan calls out to you to get your attention from whatever TikTok you're watching while hanging upside down on the sofa in the camper van.

"Ew, no thanks," Straight away, you scrunch your nose up in disgust at the slight of whatever is on both of their plates, "I'm not eatin' that, cos' it looks horribleeeeee!" You tell them, emphasising the word to get your point across.

"Its' haggis, you haven't ever tried it," Viv looks over to you and shakes her head, "Come and at least try it before you turn your nose up at it." She adds.

"I don't need to try nor do I want too when I can see it and it looks awful!" You exclaim, still scrunching your face up absolutely ditest.

"You don't know what you're missin' here, Y/N," Kaylan chimes in.

"Oh, I definitely do. Keep that stuff away from me! That be lookin' a little nasty!" Your not sure what accent you're trying to pull off, but your damn sure you aren't trying that at all.

"Your going to get headache if you continue to sit like that," Viv mentions to the way you're sitting upside down, "And you need to eat still." She adds.

You shuffle round so your sat up on the sofa properly once the blood starts to rush to your head, "I'll eat, just not that. Where can I get a pizza round 'ere?" You wonder.

"Its' reallly not that bad Y/N," Kaylan chuckles, thinking your making a huge deal out of nothing.

"Nope, ah, ah, definitely not!" You state adamantly, shaking your head quickly, "I'll stick with what I like, thanks."

"Leahs' fussy food habits are rubbing off on you," Kaylan chuckles, poking fun at the blondes' choice of food.

"I'm all for adventurous food, but just not... that," You wrinkle your nose up in disgust at the sight of it, "You won't ever get me to try it."

"You can't judge it until you try it, Y/N." Viv states, shaking her head, "Why don't you trust a bit of mine?" She offers.

"Nope, uh uh. No way!" You reluctant to agree, bolting up from your spot on the sofa, "I'm off to go get pizza. C'mon Myle, walkies!" You call over to the snoozin' pup sat in her bed near where Viv is sat, while you move to shove your Nike Air Forces on.

"Wait, Y/N. You don't know where you're going round here," The Dutch states, dumbfound.

"I'm sure I'll be able to find my way round here," You shrug your shoulders carelessly and pick up Myles' leash, "C'mon girl, lets' go and explore!"

"I... I don't think that's a good idea," Viv frowns, shaking her head.

"That sounds like a bad idea," Kaylan remarks.

"C'mon, what's the worst that can happen?" You don't see the big deal, you're eager to explore Scotland without supervision and you really do want pizza right now.

"I-- Fine, okay but keep your phone on you and let me know how long you're gonna be!" Viv shouts in response, feeling like one of them overprotective parents; At least with you, she could hand you back after this week.

"And don't fall in anymore cow muck," Kaylan chips in, laughing at your own expense.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, it'll be fine-- Byeeee!" You wave her off before you head out the door with Myle by your side on the hunt for pizza.

"It's so peaceful round here," You think aloud, glancing down to the small pup whos' obediently stuck beside you the whole time, "We should probably head back, huh girl?"

Who are you kidding, are you really expecting her to answer you back?

The walk to find pizza ended up with you both finding the beach, just sitting there and listening to waves, its' a great tranquility to be around.

"I'd love to be able to speak to animals," You speak your thoughts aloud, sliding your phone out of your pocket to be bombarded by several notifications.

Oops?

You guess you must've been out longer than you thought given the several missed calls and frantic texts, but it's not your fault that your phone was on silent though.

"Y/N, where the hell are you?" You wince and pull your phone away from your ear as you immediately hear Viv yell down the phone, "You've been gone for over 2 hours-- Why haven't you been answering any of our texts or calls!?"

"Whoa, chill out, Vivi. I got distracted..." You admit bashfully, trying to make a joke out of it, "We'll head back now-- We're at the beach!"

"The beach!? That's over an hour away! How far did you walk!?" Viv exclaims in disbelief, "You only went to find pizza! Just hurry back, now!"

"Yeah, yeah, alright, sure," You huff in protest, not liking the fact you had to leave the peaceful beach, "We're heading back now." You add, before you end the call.

You didn't see much of the big deal about being gone for so long, its' not like you were lost in the woods or something.

"C'mon girl, we'd better go back. Your mums' loosin' her mind over us being gone," You speak to the pup, who looks at you like she understands every single word you're yapping on about and even barks.

Clipping Myles' leash on her, you start to walk back to the camper van where no doubt you're going to get a wonderful lecture about your disappearance for the several hours.

The beach was definitely worth it though, and the pizza as well.

Walking back, there's a sudden distraction when you feel the faint buzzing of your phone in your pocket, "Ello'?" You answer without even seeing whos' on the other end of the call.

"Finally, you answer!" The familiar voice of the blonde skipper speaks on the other side, "I've been ringing your phone-- Where the hell are you?" She questions.

"I went for a walk," You respond, shrugging your shoulders as you walk back to the camper van, "But Viv knows that already and I've spoke to her." You add in.

"Yeah, she knows you went for a walk, but she also told you to let her know how long you're gonna be!" Leah lectures you just like usual; You swear its' all she ever does, "You didn't do that!"

"Right, well, I got distracted!" You admit, shrugging your shoulders again even though she couldn't see your body actions being on the phone.

"For 2 hours? You've had everyone going out of their minds, Y/F/N!" The blonde still scolds you in a firm tone of voice.

You can't help but roll your eyes, "It's minor, I'm on me way back now anyways."

"Good, right, well hurry back before it gets dark--" You huff and cut the blonde off.

"Did you only phone to lecture me?" You can't help but wonder, since that's all Leah regulary seems to do.

"Yes, and well I also got sent a crackin' photo of you fallin' in the cow muck," Leah snickers on the other side of the phone, "It makes a lovely background photo." She adds.

"Wha-- That's not even funny. It proper stunk!" You whine in complaint.

You still hear Leah laughing on the other end of the phone, "How'd that even happen?" She wonders.

"I wanted to pet Derek," You mumble, letting out a small huff.

"Derek?" Leah repeats, bewildered.

"The fluffy cow," You tell the blonde, continuing to walk in the direction of the camper van, "I slipped on the gate and fell back-- It's not funny, Le!" You whine, hearing her cracking up laughing on the other end of the call.

"Oh, thats' hilarious!" Leah exclaims in amusement, "Only you kid, only you." She states as a matter of fact.

"Seriously? Alright, if you're only gonna tease me then I'm hanging up on yer!" You grumble, more than willing to end the call with the blonde.

"Wait, wait, no. I didn't just phone to tease you!" Leah protests, hoping you hadn't ended the call already, "I wanted to see how you were actually doin' other than causing trouble!"

"Yeah, fine, I got pizza-- Hey! Did you know Beth and Viv are going to Greece? No fair I wanna go!" You whine in protest, that sounds like the perfect holiday destination right now.

Leah hums in agreement, "Oh yeah, I heard about that. I don't think them pair would be able to deal with you." She jokes in a teasing tone.

"I'm not that bad!" You exclaim, earning a few looks from nearby people as you walk past them.

"Really? Cos' it sounds like you've had quite the adventure in Scotland, kid," Leah remarks, you can already tell shes' shaking her head in disappointment right now.

"I'm just havin' fun!" You insist, pouting.

"Course you are," Leah lets' out a small laugh, "Cheer up, grumps. I'm taking you somewhere much better anyways!" She tells you.

"Where?" You wonder, curiously.

"Nashville," The blonde replies.

You let out an excited squeal, "Hell yeah, I'm gonna be in my cowgirl era!" You say, trying to contain your excitement.

Leahs' still laughing on the other side of the phone, "Yeah, I thought you'd be excited about that. You need to stay out of trouble until then though!" She states, firmly, "Or no Nashville."

"Yeehaw! Ya got it, partner!" You put on the accent, grinning from ear to ear, "Nashville baby, lets' go!"

Nashville, here you come!

© scribblesofagoonerr

[allurilove]

i want a good boy yandere 🥺🙏 please?

Good boy kidnaper x willing dom reader?

#🎀anon

It’s been a couple weeks since he kidnapped you. He thought he would be the one in control, but you’re the one that’s making all of the demands.

“I got you everything you need…what more could you possibly want?” He stood there awkwardly in the basement. He had you tied up to a space heater by your ankle, and every time you asked for him to take it off, he just got you longer rope.

“Does this look like anything to you? If you’re gonna kidnap me, I at least want to be comfortable.” You pointed at literally the empty space around you. So far he’s gotten you a bean bag chair in the corner of the room, a little rug, and a ladybug nightlight. You wanted a damn bed for fucks sake, and you wanted to at least use the bathroom by yourself.

He always was hovering around you. He made sure you wouldn’t have anything near you that you could harm yourself with, bought you toys to play with like play-doh or slime, and he let you have a tablet for toddlers.

“I told you I wanted a bed… please?” you put your hands together and fluttered your eyelashes at him, you pouted your lip, and you gave him the cutest look you could muster.

“Ah.. dammit. Fine, I’ll get you a bed.” he looked away all flustered, and he smiled as you managed to get his heart racing. Sheep. He was so easy to fool. “What else do you want?”

You immediately shoved a list of demands in his hands. He once gave you a packet of colorful origami paper to keep you busy while he went grocery shopping. You did make those cute paper cranes and stars, but also came up with everything that you wanted to decorate your new space with.

If this man wanted you, that was fine. I mean, free food, housing, and you get to have a roommate who’ll get you whatever you want!

You sat on your bean bag chair and waited for him to come back. A couple hours later, you hear the door swing open, and he was grunting as he dragged the heavy box that contained your new mattress. He managed to bring it to the basement, and he said “ta da!” as he did some jazz hands toward the huge box. “It’s your new bed! I’ll set it up for you.”

You slept like royalty that night. New sheets, new pillows, new bed, and bed frame. Now, all you needed was some good ol’ tv, a closet, clothes, shoes, a mini fridge, some slippers, and some posters for the bare walls. Then, you’ll feel right at home!

[estellardreams]

Lego Monkie Kid: Battle Nexus Season 2 Intro

[Battle Nexus AU belongs to @purble-turble]

Hello! This took me thirteen hours but it was so worth it to finish this! :D

I've been wanting to make an lmk intro for a while now but I wasn't quite sure which one to try before I ended up getting the idea to use yours! Ta-da! *jazz hands*

So here's a short plot synopsis:

Within the realm of the Battle Nexus, things have appeared to go as smoothly as possible. Well, as possible as it was for a multiverse convergence point. But once the temperature of the world drops and a new figure emerges, everyone knew that their new mission was to survive and stop them. Problem is... The portals broke when trying to be shut down, causing nearly all of the variants of Red Son, Mei, and MK to crash together into singular entities, fighting for control over their singular bodies. Now, the newly formed fusion trio must work together to stop the Charcoal Bone King before this realm is frozen apart and torn to shreds, venturing through the newly generated world beyond the void of the Battle Nexus to do it.

All AU's involved + favorite frames below cut:

OG Traffic Light Trio

Monkey MK

Demon Bull MK (Swap AU)

Prisoner MK

Yandere MK

TBoU Mei (from @/tbouau)

Monkie Mei (from @/cassidyisnowdrawing)

Demon King Red

Red Boy

Time Travel Red

Charcoal Bone King

LBD Posession Trio

Fusion Trio

Favorite collection of frames :]

[peterm4rker]

¿dónde está la biblioteca? || z.cl

sixteen. where the fuck did alberto come from? (half written half smau)

🕸🕷✮⋆˙ wc. 1.6k w. curse words! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

you were more nervous than normal for your tutoring lesson with chenle today.

after so many classes you were more than comfortable with him, not even thinking twice on what to wear or how to do your hair, but today felt different. it might have been because you had planned on going to dinner after, or maybe it was the fact that you seemed to be nervous about everything that had to do with chenle lately.

you were pulled out of your thoughts by jaehee’s hand waving in front of your face, moving your attention onto his furrowed eyebrows and back into the tutoring lesson that you had going on. however, the universe didn't seem to want your focus on anything but chenle because your phone buzzed on the table, making you unconsciously smile at the sight of his name on the screen.

you said bye to jaehee as you stood up to walk with chenle, smiling brightly at him and waving your hand as you walked away. chenle waved shortly at the younger male, not seemingly very happy to see him and making you chuckle softly at his annoyed expression. “what's got you so annoyed?” you questioned with a smirk, bumping your shoulder to his as you walked towards the library.

chenle bumped you back with a newly found smile on his face, shaking his head lightly. “nothing much, practice was kinda rough today” he said. it wasn't a complete lie, just not the entire truth. he couldn't tell you he got jealous of everything that breathed the same air as you, could he?

“oh, i'm sorry. did anything in particular happen?” your brows furrowed in slight concern, making his chest tighten with appreciation for your worry.

“nothing much, it's just that we have this big game in a couple of weeks and i don't think i’ll be able to play” he sighed, trying to shrug it off but failing to hide the disappointment on his face. “i'm so sorry, lele, that sucks” you muttered, looking at him sympathetically. you really didn't know what you could do to make him feel better, but you were determined to give it your best shot “your next test is soon and i think if you get above a ninety your grades will be passing again by quite a bit, so let's work a lot in these few classes, yeah?” your voice was strangely reassuring to chenle. there was a certain softness to it that he didn't hear from you very often, always overshadowed by the teasing tone in your words. 

“yeah, i guess you're right” he smiled at you, making your stomach do a weird flip that was definitely not welcome.conversation topics changed as you got into the library, starting to discuss the topics and material that you would have to focus on these next few weeks in order to get him a good grade. as you spoke in your native tongue while writing out a sentence for him, chenle couldn’t help but get distracted by how pretty you sounded; only being snapped into reality by a pen hitting his forehead. “pay attention or this wont go into your big ass head” and the softness was gone.

★🎧⋆｡ °⋆

hours had passed and your session was over. you had spent the last few minutes being hyper aware of the time, knowing that the moment the clock hit seven it wasn’t a tutoring session anymore, but a friendly hang out. 

why did it make you so nervous? you had hung out with guys millions of times, your best friend was a guy, for crying out loud.

the thought of nervousness was interrupted by one of ever looking at sunwoo in another light, making your body shudder with cringe.

“you okay?” chenle asked as he noticed the gesture, almost reaching the green beetle parked outside the building.

“yep, everythings perfect” you smiled reassuringly as you got to your car, opening your arms in front of her and muttering a little “ta-da” as you did jazz hands. “chenle, this is ludovica, ludovica, this is chenle”

the boy couldn't help but smile at the silliness of your gesture, admiring you for a couple seconds before looking back at the car, placing his hand on the hood and lightly tapping it. “very nice to meet you, ludovica.”

his words earned a laugh from you, making him smile proudly to himself before getting into your car and starting the drive towards the korean barbeque place not very far away. soft tunes played in the background as you chatted away, talking about anything and everything before you got to the restaurant. you smiled at the lady at the door as you walked in, asking for a table for two and settling on the given one, all of this making you miss the way chenle stared at you as if you had hung the stars in the sky. 

everything went well for a while, until a familiar figure walked into the restaurant. seunghan. but he wasn't alone, a pretty girl was by his side, smiling up at him like you had wished to do many times. 

your smile faltered and chenle took notice of it immediately. even when he absolutely hated that you looked so disappointed at the sight, he tried his best to hide his own.

seunghan waved animatedly from the door before walking towards your table, smiling brightly at both of you. “hey cap, yn!” he spoke “it's nice to see you guys, this is maru” he introduced the girl at his side, who smiled and waved shyly at both of you. chenle introduced himself before looking back at you. there was a smile on your face again, although it looked a little more forced than it had before as you told her your name. the interaction was short lived as they were guided to a table, ending with short goodbyes and a wink being sent to chenle from his teammate.

his eyes once again focused on you, noticing the subtle frown on your face. he knew you it was probably caused by the disappointment of seeing seunghan with another girl. what he didnt know, was that it was actually caused by the lack thereof.

“so, wanna tell me why you named your car  ludovica?” he asked you, trying to defuse the tension that had formed before and earning a thankful smile from you, your frown disappearing as the mere thought of seunghan did too.

“so, when i was little i used to watch this show called violetta. it was a very famous argentinian disney show that quite literally made me into the person i am today” you exaggerated, earning an amused hum from the boy in front of you “anyways, point is that one of the main characters best friends, francesca, was my favourite character because she was italian and very much relatable since she liked a guy that didnt like her back and there were these like mini episodes of a blog she would post and i was obsessed with her.” you noticed you were rambling, clearing your throat slightly before continuing to the point “so when i got her i wanted to name her something like that but i didn't like the name francesca so i named her ludovica because that's the actress’s name”

chenle listened intently to every word you said, finding your rambling to be the cutest thing he had ever seen. he was well aware that he paid an embarrassingly enormous amount of attention to the way you spoke. how you talked faster when you got excited about something, seeming to never run out of breath. the way your accent would sometimes shine through or the very occasional mistakes in your sentences.

“that's actually very adorable” he smiled, not missing the way your cheeks tinted a soft pink at his words “now, where the fuck did alberto come from?”

his question earned him a small laugh, pride soaring through his body at the sound. “have you ever watched ‘luca’?”

★🎧⋆｡ °⋆

the meal was delicious and the night had flown by as quickly as it had arrived, leading you to find yourself in your car once again, driving chenle home this time.

music blared through the speakers of the old beetle; the windows rolled down to allow the wind to blow through your hair making it messy and knotted. you were screaming the lyrics to a song that repeated the phrase “she don’t give a fuck” over and over, making him question wha the rest of the lyrics must mean.

chenle thought you had never looked prettier.

the song ended and you finally were able to take a breath, smiling radiantly at the feeling of absolute joy that you were immersed in at that moment. you looked at chenle for a few seconds at a red light before another song started playing, getting you equally as excited as the last one.

the car ride passed through songs, screams and smiles, ending too fast for his liking as he hopped out of the car. “night, pretty, thank you for tonight” he muttered, leaning on the car window.

“night night, lele, anytime.” you smiled back before he moved back, allowing you to wave one last time before driving away so he couldn’t see the blush that crept to your cheeks at the nick name; leaving him with a smile on his face and a racing heart.

he was enamored with you, and he knew nothing good could ever come out of it.

previous ★ masterlist ★ next

★ authors note ;; sooooo.... how are you feeling (sorry to the ppl being tagged that already saw it im struggling) ★ tag list ;; @yutarot @chenlesfavorite @fullsunbabe @taroddori @morkiee @jociemamacie @winwintea @flaminghotyourmom @haechskiss @xuimhao @dudekiss3r ★ back to the main masterlist ★ please do not copy, adapt or steal any content !!

© peterm4rker, 2024

[racingliners]

The Long Interview - James Allison. Published 18th November 2021 in the December 2021 issue of GP Racing magazine

for @bluehardtops

[wileys-russo]

“You look better in red” ficlet mayhaps🫶🏼

you look better in red

"no!" you laughed, shaking your head firmly from where you lay on the bed. "baby!" millie whined, stomping her foot like a toddler as she glared down at you. "please." the blonde pouted as you again shook your head.

"what am i then? chopped liver?" mary scoffed, crossing her arms and glaring at the taller girl beside her. "no! i just thought it would work best with three of us." millie huffed, having spent the last half an hour begging you to do a tiktok with her as you promptly refused.

"go on then snakehips. time's a tickin!" you teased, propping yourself up on one elbow and tapping your watch as your girlfriend gave you a mean stare and set up her phone to record.

you were away on england camp for the olympic qualifiers and of course that meant millie and mary had to record as many tiktoks as they could, millie dubbing herself the tiktok princess to marys tiktok queen.

"oi those are my shorts!" you realised as your girlfriend hiked her hoodie up a little, your favourite pair of shorts snugly wrapped around her muscular thighs. "our shorts baby." millie corrected, blowing you a kiss as mary fake gagged.

"best not stretch them with your tree trunk thighs or we'll be havin words." you warned her sternly, mary now ooohing. "ow mills!" the girl huffed as the chealsea player punched her, the timer starting as the music went.

"go on girls!" you cheered with a clap as they both started to dance, stifling your laughter behind your hand as they both went the wrong way and crashed into one another.

this seemed to be a common trend as the two of them routinely argued back and forth about who was doing which part, at least ten takes in and still not able to use a single one. "would you stop laughin!" millie scowled at you as you buried your face in a pillow to muffle the noise.

"sorry! just its like you've both got two left feet. like big clumsy giants!" you clutched at your stomach, now the laughter was free flowing it was unable to stop. "right! if it's so easy then you do it love, go on!" your girlfriend gestured, her and mary stepping back as you shrugged.

you made sure the camera wasn't recording as you clicked play on the sound, counting yourself in and starting to dance, both girls jaws dropping as you didn't miss a beat or a single move. "ta da!" you finished, giving them both a sarcastic jazz hands.

"mary get out." millie mumbled, jaw slack as she stared at you with a familiar look in her eyes. "what?" the keeper frowned, unsure if she'd heard correctly. "out, get out." millie spoke, jumping to her feet and pouncing at you, hand gripping the back of your neck and pulling you into a bruising kiss.

"ergh alright at least wait till i'm gone before you suck face!" mary groaned, grabbing her jacket and hurrying out of the room as millies large hands groped at you. "baby that was so hot." the taller girl mumbled into your mouth.

"don't laugh! i'm tryin to kiss ya here that's not very romantic." millie frowned as you pushed her away, body vibrating with amusement. "you are honestly like a teenage boy, the most weird and simple things turn you on bright!" you teased, shoving her suddenly as she fell back onto the bed.

"go on then baby. dance for me!" the older girl smirked, shuffling back to rest on her elbows as her eyes scanned you up and down hungrily. "you already got a free show. sorry love i'm a one trick pony!" you grinned, sending her a wink.

"alright! well then i guess i'll just have to dance for you." millie sighed, grabbing your hand and tugging you down on the bed, rolling on top of you and attacking your face with kisses before she stood.

"might want to get a head start and take your shorts and shirt off baby, cause this dance is gonna knock your socks off!" millie blew you a kiss and wiggled her finger guns, backing up as you raised your eyebrows at her confidence.

"count me in, from five." she flicked through her phone before she turned her back to you, pulling her hood up to cover her messy bun of hair. "oh my god." you sighed as pony blasted from her phone and you counted her in from five.

"millie!" you laughed as she turned, starting to body roll and bite her lip, mouthing along to the words. "call me magic millie baby." she flipped her hood off, dropping to the floor and rolling her body like a stripper as you laughed.

"baby this is not hot." you bit down on your lip as she wiggled and bucked her hips on the floor, shaking her head so much that her bun was clinging on for dear life to her head.

"scuse me, no talking from the audience." she warned, jumping up to her feet and quickly stripping herself of her hoodie, tossing it so it landed on your face. "keepsake darlin, from me to you." she winked and blew you a kiss as you peeled it off of you and dropped it to the floor.

"do we have a volunteer? oh you look willing for a good time!" mary yelled out, pointing to you and starting to stalk her way over. "millie!" your stomach hurt from laughing so hard as she stood in between your legs, grabbing the back of your neck and pressing your face into her stomach, rolling her body up and down as she continued to sing along.

"you want me? you can't have me!" millie yelled in a funny accent, suddenly shoving you away from her as she turned around and wiggled her bum at you.

you wolf whistled and broke out into cheers as the song ended and she dropped to her knees, peace signs in the air. "now that, that was dancing." millie breathed out, admittedly a little puffed from the effort.

"shut up and kiss me you big dopey idiot."

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

DRABBLE: HE GETS HORNY FROM YOUR COSTUME 🎃 (18+) (ONE PIECE) (For Fem!Readers)

Writer's Note: Happy almost Halloween, y'all! I wanted to post some drabbles for spooky season this year just cuz I'm working & it's been hard to write my fics. BUT I'm gonna try to post at least one oneshot for Halloween & I'll be posting a JJK drabble too. Enjoy! -Jazz ❤️❤️

**********

LUFFY (YOU COSPLAY AS HIM)

“Y/N, come oooooon!” he whined from his bed. “If we’re late, we’re gonna miss out on all of the candy the villagers are givin’ out!” 

You rolled your eyes standing in your shared washroom connected to your shared bed chambers. You had your own bedroom located in the girls’ cabins, but Luffy insisted on moving you into his bedroom so he could be closer to you. “Alright, alright, hang on,” you sighed, putting the finishing touches on your makeup. “Lemme just add this and…done!” 

You smiled at your costume for tonight before turning to the bathroom door where you could hear Luffy whining and groaning about Zero beating him for the candy. “Alright, you big baby,” you giggled. “You ready to see my costume for tonight?” 

“Oooh, wait, wait!” Luffy excitedly protested, seeming to forget about the candy already. “Lemme guess first. Hmm…you’re a ghost!” 

“No,” you giggled. 

“A vampire?” 

“No.” 

“Ooh, ooh, I know! You’re one of those bunnies I see around this time of year with the ears and those fishnet stocking things!” 

“Not even close, babe,” you laughed. “I’ll give you a hint: it has to do with water.” You could practically hear the gears in Luffy’s head turning. You stayed away from the door, hidden behind it. “You’re a mermaid,” he guessed. “No…a fish? No, no, a pirate!” 

“Close!” you replied, and opened the door to the bathroom where you jumped out into the bedroom where Luffy said. “I’m the best pirate and captain in the world!” you giddily said. “Ta-da! I’m you!” 

Luffy’s wide grin fell when he got a look at you and your cosplay of him. You had on the cut-off shorts, slides, and even an exact replica of his straw hat. You adorned an open, red vest that made your skin pop and applied a bandeau bra that matched your skin tone and kept your breasts secure. You even got the X scar on his chest down to the T, applying enough purple and red makeup to make it appear as real as possible. You wanted to really gag him with this costume. 

And you did, though his awestruck expression made you nervous. “Do you…like it?” you carefully asked. 

Luffy ticked his eyes up to yours and instantly, his mouth split into a humongous grin that brightened the room. “Like it?!” he practically screamed. “Y/N, I love it! I mean, look at you! You’re me!” He began to laugh his hysterical, contagious laugh, a hand on his belly. “You look so, so good! You’ve even got the hat!” 

You melted at his reaction, glad he loved it and glad to have gotten the reaction you were fishing for. “I figured I could do something different,” you said. You smirked playfully at him, placing your hands on your hips. “Guess that means I’m the captain now.” 

Luffy’s laughter immediately stopped, a fire flashing behind his eyes that excited you. “What’s wrong?” you giggled. “Don’t like that idea?” Slowly, he shook his head, not even speaking. The excitement inside of you continued to grow, making your stomach flip. “So what are you gonna do about it?” you challenged. “You wanna fight about it?” 

Yes, Luffy did want to fight about it, but not at all in the way you were thinking. His way of “fighting” meant having you on your knees with your ass hiked in the air and your straw hat nearly falling off of your head as your boyfriend snapped his hips behind you again and again, plunging his cock deeper inside of your sobbing, wet pussy with every single second that passed.

“What’s my name?” he asked. “Who’s making you feel this good?” 

His hand looped around to grab your chin, folding it firmly. You could hardly form a coherent sentence with how hard his hips were thrusting into you, giving you blinding pleasure over and over again. “God, Luffy!” you shouted. 

Luffy wasn’t pleased with that. “Uh-uh, baby,” he grunted. “Wrong answer.”

He shifted his hips to hit your G-spot, emitting sounds from you that came from the deepest parts of your chest as you were plunged into otherworldly pleasure.

“Captain!” you whined, finally catching onto his game. “Fuck, captain, you make this pussy feel so good!” 

Luffy grinned and let you dig your face into the mattress again as he pounded your pussy from behind. “That’s right,” he chuckled. “I’m the captain. I’m your captain, the one and only.”

ZORO (MORTAL KOMBAT COSPLAY)

“What the fuck are you wearing?” he asked, looking absolutely befuddled. 

He sat in his private training room on a bench while you stood in front of him, your hands on your hips and an excited smile on your face. You stood in your Mortal Kombat cosplay which consisted of a very skin-tight outfit with little to be hidden––a stretchy bodysuit that you paired with fishnet stockings and high-knee boots that you felt like you could kick someone with.

“It’s my Halloween costume,” you giggled. “You like it? I thought the bodysuit was a little see-through, but…” 

You turned around, picking with your bodysuit which kept bunching up in your ass. Though the wedgies pissed you off, your ass did look amazing in the costume. You felt like the sexiest ninja alive. When you turned back to Zoro, you noticed how red his face was and the weird look in his eyes. “What?” you asked. “You don’t like it?” 

He shook his head and turned away, busying himself with cleaning his weights. “I didn’t say that,” he grumbled. 

You smirked at him and leaned against the bench he sat on. “So you do like it?” you chuckled. “You like seein’ me in this, hm?” You took a seat next to him, crossing your fishnet-clad legs over one another. Zoro barely took one glance at you, though it was more for his sake than yours. If he were to take another look at you, there would be nothing stopping him from bending you over this bench and fucking you right out of this costume. 

“I didn’t say that either,” he grunted. “I’m just thinkin’ about how cold you’ll be. That outfit is only coverin’ so much of you.” He got up from his spot, holding a dumbbell in his hand that he went to place on the rack with the others. 

“Uh-uh,” you replied, not buying his nonchalant attitude one bit. “So should I change?” He didn’t respond or look at you, which made you smile from ear to smile. You knew you were getting to him. Zoro was never a man to voice his arousal or flustered feelings too often, but his body language spoke volumes. “Here, maybe this will change your mind about it,” you giggled. 

Out of your belt, you pulled out a fake sword that glinted in the light. “Look-it! And no, it’s not real.” Zoro turned to you and his eyes widened an inch at the sight of the sword in your hand. He walked towards it with heavy footfalls from his boots and examined the sword. “It damn well looks it,” he commented, in awe at how real the fake sword looked. “Just don’t pull this out at the party. You might make the wrong impression.” 

“Guess I’ll have to leave it here then,” you sighed, placing it on your lap. You looked up at Zoro who was still staring down at the sword. You could almost feel the temptation radiating off of him. “You can touch it, you know,” you purred. “But only if I can touch yours.” His emerald eyes met yours, noticing your change in tone and the shift in the air. 

You took his hand in yours and placed it on the sword, causing him to glide a finger over hilt. You then stood up and pressed your lips against the thick column of his neck, smiling at his hitched breath. You then pressed your tits against his big arm, giving him a feel of what he’d be missing if he didn’t admit how much he loved this outfit. “Pull it out for me,” you whispered against his ear. “We can have a sword fight.” 

He practically shoved you aside as he walked away from you as fast he could while you hysterically laughed at your goofiness. “You’re fuckin’ ridiculous,” he sighed. And ridiculous you were…but so was he. He wanted to kick himself when he realized how hard he was for you. “Goddammit,” he muttered, picking up at his sweats. 

You noticed immediately. “Wait…are you hard?”

Zoro was still turned away from you and went to clean his other exercise equipment, but you stopped him by jumping in front of him. He glared at you, wondering what else you were planning. He didn’t at all expect you to grab a handful of his hardened cock, emitting a groan from him. “You are!” you laughed. “So you do like the costume!” 

Face beat red and clammy, he batted your hand away. “Shut up,” he growled. “What the hell were you expecting walkin’ around in that? It’s like you planned this from the jump.” Silence swelled around you and he raised an eyebrow at your wordless response. “Didn’t you?” he demanded. 

Now he was getting it. Once again, you pressed yourself up against him and this time, he didn’t shy away. “You know, if we’re going to a party, I’m gonna have to move around in this.” You placed a hand on his broad chest, admiring the taught skin and tatted ink across his big pecs. “Think you can help me test that out in twenty minutes till the party starts?” 

A fire flashed behind Zoo’s eyes as he gripped your ass in one hand, both cheeks fitting in his palm. You whimpered at the rough contact while his fingers on his other hand toyed with the zipper at the back of your costume. “I can do that and more, mama,” he growled. “Now how the fuck do you take this shit off?” 

Thirty minutes later, you found yourself on your back, still in your costume, with Zoro on top of you and fucking you into the mattress below in your shared bedroom. The bed was rocking like a damn ship on a stormy sea with how much hard he was fucking you, your legs up and on his shoulders while his thick cock plunged in and out of you. “Z-Zoro!” you whined through pants and moans of pleasure. “We’re gonna be late!” 

Your man shook is head above you, his face red and beads of sweet cascading down his handsome face. “I don’t give a fuck,” he grunted. “Should’ve known better than to have teased me like that. Now you’re gonna take all of this cum, mama.” 

And you did. You weren’t too happy when he got nut on your costume and laughed about it. 

SANJI (SLUTTY ANGEL)

He didn’t say anything for at least ten minutes. You thought the man was dead. 

Ten minutes before, he was fine. You had pulled him away from his duties in the kitchen whipping up dinner before the big Halloween bash that the island you and the crew were currently relaxing on was throwing. Dinner that night consisted of clam and salmon fettuccini with buttered rolls, salad, and pumpkin and ghost-shaped cookies for dessert. Your man really knew had to throw down in the kitchen, which is why he is the chef of the crew. 

Sanji was quickly to abandon his cooking to attend to you––his love; his beauty; his one and only. You stood in the middle of the kitchen with him, giggling as he ran his hands over your sides in your fluffy robe. “You sure dinner won’t burn?” you curiously asked.

He shook his head, practical hearts in his eyes. "The sauce is simmering and I just put the rolls on,” he replied, his hands still roaming. “The food is fine, my love. Now, what it is you wished to show me?” 

He took your hands and pressed a heated kiss to them, always the one for physical touch as his love language. Lucky for him, it was yours too. You stood up on your tip toes and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, causing him to shiver. “I have a surprise for you,” you whispered. “It’s right under here.” You toyed with the tie of your robe, smirking up at him. 

Sanji’s mind began to run wild with all of the naughty possibilities of what could be under your robe. Were you naked? Or in a cute little set of lingerie that adorned your skin and made it look soft and supple? When you finally yanked on the tie and let the robe fall, he was floored. None of his fantasies could’ve prepared him or had matched up to what was actually under your robe though. 

When he saw you in your angel costume, he just about died a thousand times standing there. “Ta-da!” you sang. “It’s my Halloween costume for tonight’s bar crawl after dinner. Nami picked it out for me. You like?” You twirled for him, causing the fake, fluffy white wings taped to your back to flutter behind you. 

Sanji didn’t know where to look first. You filled out the white corset bodysuit you wore quite nicely, your luscious breasts pushed up against the bodice where fake white feathers traced along the top as well as around the hem of your stockings that looked so damn good on your legs. You paired glittery, silver heels and a fluffy fake halo with your outfit along with a white collar where a silver heart dangled cutely around your neck, nearly smothered by your gorgeous titties the way Sanji wanted to be.

You looked absolutely ravishing. 

Sanji didn’t even realize he was standing there, mouth agape and completely frozen. Noticing that your man’s brain had begun short-circuiting, you stepped up to him and snapped your fingers in front of his face. “Sanji, baby?” you asked. “Sanji, can you hear me?” 

That’s when he finally blinked and a trickle of blood ran down his nose. A nosebleed. You barely reacted, having become used to your boyfriend popping nosebleeds when it came to you and your sexiness. He covered his nose immediately, luckily stopping the blood from spurting out all over you. “Hang on one moment,” he said, his voice muffled by his hand clapped over his mouth. 

When he ran out of the room to assess the damage, you held your stomach in hysterical laughter. That was one of the reactions you were expecting. Minutes later, he came back, nose clean and free of blood “Damn, baby, you popped a nosebleed for me?” you laughed. You went up to him and wrapped your arms around him, pressing your body into his. 

He held onto your hips and pressed himself farther into you, making you gasp. Mostly because of the very real, very hard bulge he was now packing in his pants. That was another reaction you were hoping for.

“That ain’t all I’m popping right now,” he playfully whispered against your ear. He pressed a soft kiss there before moving down to your neck, littering your skin in kisses as he did compliments. “You look absolutely amazing, my love. Ravishing, even. No–angelic! Beyond heavenly!” 

Now he was yelling. “Okay, Sanji,” you giggled, stopping him from alerting the crew. "I get it.” He pulled away to look down at you, his gaze full of adoration and love that made you melt into your heels. “You are the prettiest angel I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he sighed. “I must be in heaven right now.” 

Your hand trailed down to grab his hip, your fingers sneaking under his shirt to press against warm, bare skin and toned muscle. “Not yet,” you purred, “but later.” Sanji shuddered at your touch, pressing his bulge into you fully. “Why later?” he questioned before pressing the slightest kiss on your neck. “Why not now?” 

His lips worked your neck as he began to slowly grind into you, emitting a soft whimper from your lips. His big hands toyed with your hips, running over the fake feathers there. “S-Sanji,” you stuttered, “the dinner–“ 

“Is fine,” he growled against your neck. “I know my cooking, love, and I know it won’t be finished for another twenty-five to thirty minutes. We have plenty of time for that.”

He then pulled away and took your hand, a love-drunk grin on his handsome face that you couldn’t ignore or deny. “Now, my pretty little angel, off to your bedroom so you can take me to heaven.” 

And when Sanji took you to his bedroom and slid into your pussy for the first time that night, he could practically see the pearly gates opening for him. Your fake halo and wings shook the harder he fucked you, one hand groping your naked breast while the other gripped your calve.

“Fuck, Sanji!” you shout to the ceiling, seeing stars behind your eyelids as his cock head glides against your G-spot. 

Sanji grinned down at you, his gorgeous body coated in a light sheen of sweat and his smile love drunk. “That’s right, angel,” he moaned as he kissed your foot hiked up near his ear. “Take my cock. Let me take you to heaven too.” 

Girl, you practically saw Jesus when he was done with you. 

LAW (SCHOOLGIRL)

“What’s under the robe?” he asked, squinting confusedly at you. “You’re showering now? I thought you wanted to go to this stupid ass party.” 

He sat on the side of his bed in a white tank top that hung loosely on his body, exposing his tatted skin and hard pecs that you love to suck on. You stand in front of him in your fluffy bath rope despite the white stockings underneath. The smile you wore faded at his sour attitude and your hands fell from the flap of your robe.

“Look, if you’re gonna have that attitude, you can stay home,” you scoffed. “I’d have no problem picking up a guy to dance with me in this little get-up.” 

You twirled around to stalk toward the bathroom, missing Law’s glare directed at the back of your head.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked, fire in his eyes. You scoffed once more, annoyed. You knew he was never a party person, but he also knew Halloween was your favorite holiday. The least he could do was act excited for Luffy’s Halloween party. 

Supposedly, it was taking place on the Jolly Roger ship in the middle of the ocean and every single one of his friends (which were a lot) were invited, including you and Law. You wanted to look extra cute and sexy tonight, mostly for your man. But so far, he was coming off like he didn’t deserve any of that.

You turned to him, sniffing rudely at him. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” you muttered. 

In a poof of nothing, he was gone from his spot on the bed and suddenly standing in front of you and the bathroom door. When you turned around, you nearly slammed into him. “Hey!” you shouted, glaring up at him. But Law could glare like it was his profession, making your stomach flip. 

“Don’t play with me like that,” he demanded, not even having to raise his voice. “Now what did you mean by that? And what’s under there?” He cocked a pierced eyebrow at your robe, giving you the impression that he would take it off if you didn’t. 

You rolled your eyes, but disrobed yourself anyway. There, you revealed your costume to him––a sexy, slutty schoolgirl outfit with a white top tied at your midsection to show a sliver of tummy and low enough to show off your cherry red bra underneath and a blue plaid mini skirt that stopped at mid-thigh and hiked up slightly in the back, barely covering your asscheeks where matching red lace panties were.

You glared up at Law. “There,” you scoffed. “Happy now?” 

Law didn’t answer. He was too busy running his eyes over your tits which practically spilled out of your bra and how you filled out the little school skirt. “It was gonna be a surprise, but then you decided to be a grump and ruin it,” you blandly continued. 

You watched his face for a reaction, but it was completely blank. Then again, Law had a poker face that he could’ve been born with. “Where…are your pants?” he carefully asked.

You almost laughed at the randomness of his question. Was he dumb? “In my drawer,” you replied. “Pants would’ve ruined the outfit. That’s why I’ve got stockings.” You pointed down at your skintight, white stockings that Law thought were absolutely adorable and wanted by his ears while he fucked you stupid in your school skirt. 

He was still quiet, giving you the impression that he was criticizing your costume. It made you nervous. “So do you like it or…?” Still, he said nothing. But when you went to close your robe again and forget about this whole party, he put a hand on yours, stopping you. “You sure you have to go to this stupid ass party?” he asked. 

“Law,” you criticized him, “it’s not–“ 

“Because I think it’d be may more fun for you to stay here and let me fuck you in this,” he continued without missing a single beat. You paused, blinking at him. “W-What?” you dumbly stuttered. 

You now noticed how hooded and dark his gaze had become. He stepped toward you and you instinctively stepped back. “You heard me,” he softly growled. “You talkin’ ‘bout meeting some stranger to spend time with at this party just to spite me, when in reality, they’d have no idea what to do with this.” 

He took another step your way and you stepped back, ending up falling into the bed back first. You gasped as you tripped backwards and Law immediately found his perch above you where he stooped down to run his lips over your breasts. “Stop,” you softly whined. “C’mon, Law, I have to–“ 

Your words died in your throat, replaced with a broken moan as one of Law’s skillful hands traveled down between your thighs to rub your pussy through your panties. He did it slowly; deliberately; taking his sweet time getting you wet as his lips kissed your neck.

“Could he do this?” he asked, still referring to that imaginary guy at the party you probably wouldn’t have met tonight. “Could he make my naughty girl feel like this?” 

He nibbled at your earlobe, causing you to gasp. “Answer me,” he demanded. 

“No,” you whimpered. “Law, please.” He knew exactly what you were begging for, but he wasn’t going to give it to you that easily. 

“No, he couldn’t,” he agreed. “And other than a punishment, I think you need some reeducation.” He then rolled off of you, standing before you in all of his big, muscled glory, his cock hard beneath his sweats. “If you wanna be a naughty girl and dress like this, it’s only fair.” 

So when he sat down on the bed and patted his lap, you absolutely knew what time it was. You ended up missing the party. Your ass stung too much from Law’s big hand spanking it to walk, your body ached from his rough fucking session to move, and your school skirt was stained with his cum as he pumped his cock all over your ass as he fucked you out of three orgasms. 

And you loved every second of it.

SHANKS (SAILOR GIRL) 

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

Seriously. He’d been playing poker with his crew for an hour and lost three rounds because he kept staring at your fine ass from across the bar. 

He just couldn’t get over your little Halloween costume. It looked as if you were a sailor judging by the blue mini skirt that barely covered your plump asscheeks, striped low-cut top where he could just make out the red lace of your bra underneath, suspenders, and sailor hat tipped low over your head. You were standing by the bar laughing with Nami in her mermaid costume, and Robin in her skin-tight cheetah costume that Sanji was all over earlier. 

Shanks felt like a old pervert watching you, especially with how his body reacted to the sight of you. His heart thumped and his cock surged in his pants, desperate to feel you. Why the fuck did you have to come here dressed like this of all places? Sure, it was a Halloween party, but it still wasn’t fair! Did you realize what you were doing to him?

“Damn, Shanks!” Yasopp laughed along with Shanks’ crew. “You’re losin’ everything!” Shanks came back to reality, realizing that one of his mates won and took his share of coin, emitting laughter from everyone surrounding him. “That’s the fourth round in a row,” Yasopp pointed out. “You losin’ the magic touch, Captain?” 

Shanks didn’t have the energy to defend himself or even give a shit. Not when he could hear your gorgeous laughter from across the bar. At this point, his cock was ready to rip a hole through his pants with how much he was chubbing against the fabric. He stood abruptly, causing Yasopp to look at him like he was crazy. “Just hold my spot,” he said, barely even sparing his crew member a glance. “I’ll be right back.” 

Yasopp noticed his captain’s hyper-fixation on a particular point across the bar and turned to see who exactly Shanks had his sights set on. As soon as he saw you in your sailor fit, it hit him. “Ohhh,” he said in realization. He smirked up at Shanks knowingly. “Alright then. Just try not to scare her off.” 

Shanks didn’t even give him an answer. He just downed a shot to give him some liquid courage and put on the charm that he knew was there beneath the butterflies you gave him. They, however, only gave him a harder time, fluttering about in a frenzy the closer he got to you. He could smell your perfume now, giving him some very horrible, dirty, nasty visions that he couldn’t wipe away the harder he tried. All he could do was act like you weren’t getting him hard when he finally approached you and the girls.

“Hey, you,” he smoothly said, already putting on as much of the charm as he could while tipsy. 

You turned around to face him, holding your rum punch. The glass was stained with your red lipstick that he desperately wanted to see around the head of his cock. “Shanks!” you happily said. “You finally took a break from poker to be with us freaks?” 

“More like with one freak in particular,” Nami giggled, giving Shanks a knowing smirk. She knew exactly what he was here for, as did Robin. “We’ll just leave you two alone,” the black-haired beauty said with a sly smile. “We’ll be playing pool if you need us, Y/N.” She gave you a wink before walking off with Nami, leaving you two alone. 

You gave Shanks an apologetic smile. “Sorry about them,” you sighed. “They’re very protective.” Your eyes darted to the left while you sipped on your drink. You appeared shy and almost nervous around him. Unbeknownst to you, it made him feel a lot more confident despite his horniness. 

“As they should be,” he replied. “Especially in that little get-up.” He nodded at your costume, emitting a cute little giggle from your lips. “So you’re a sailor? I didn’t realize they made skirts that short for ‘em.” 

“Yeah,” you said, almost shyly. “Figured I stick to a sea-based aesthetic for my Halloween fit this time around. The skirt was a little too short for my liking, but Nami insisted I wear it.” You picked at the skirt, trying to tug it down over your luscious thighs that Shanks pictured licking on. “Is it too much?” you asked, second guessing. 

Shanks wanted to do everything in his power to make sure you didn’t second guess shit about yourself. Didn’t you realize how fucking sexy you were? “Not at all,” he replied. “You look perfect in it.” You smiled lightly at his compliment, making him feel like he won the fucking lottery. “I’m sure all of these other drunk, horny bastards would agree with me,” he chuckled. 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “What, you’re seriously tellin’ me you ain’t notice all the eyes on you since you walked in here?” he asked. Even he noticed it, especially from Sanji’s perving ass. He made Shanks’ horniness look tame. 

“Well, they’re irrelevant anyways,” you said, your pretty, brown eyes trailing down to stare at the floor. Shanks raised an eyebrow at your response. “And why is that?” He asked, his interest piqued. 

“Because they’re not you,” you murmured. 

Shanks heard you. It was impossible not to with how close he was to you, even over the music and loud chatter in the bar. He was initially shocked by how bold of a statement that was, especially from you, but then he grew even more insatiable for you. Now that he knew that the feeling he felt for you was mutual, he was more than ready to stop the flirty shit and get right to having his tongue down your throat; his hands on your ass; his lips on yours. 

But he wanted to hear it again, louder this time. No more of that shy shit. So he stepped closer to you until his chest was right in your line of sight, blocking out everything behind him so you couldn’t escape him. “Sorry, what was that?” he whispered. “You’re gonna have to speak up for me, darlin’. It’s too loud for these old ears to pick up your pretty voice if you’re talkin’ low.” 

He could how your body reacted to his words––your breath hitched; your teeth sunk into your bottom lip; your eyes grew hooded as they peered up at him through your lashes. “I said because they’re not you, Captain,” you softly replied, your voice taking on a more seductive tone that Shanks noticed immediately. 

Yeah. He was definitely fucking you. He’d take you out for the finest lobster dinner and a nice walk on the town later, but right now? He needed to feel you squeezing around him and your soft, pretty voice letting out those moans he knew were inside of you. 

“So you wore this for me, hm?” he questioned. His fingers toyed with your skirt, making your breath hitch again. “Interesting. Maybe we can discuss more about this over a walk?” You looked up at him, your lips still caught between your lips. You didn’t nod or even say yes. You just took his hand when he offered it and let him lead you out of the bar into the night. 

Moments later, under the starry sky and in the quietest part of town, miles down away from the bar, you and Shanks find yourselves together with his cock buried deep inside of you and one hand pinning your thigh up against his hip while his other hand had your wrists pinned against a brick wall. Soft moans and gasps left your lips every time his cock slid inside of you, stretching out your wet walls, while he groaned at the feeling of you wrapped around him.

Your soft hands gripped his shoulders as his hips nailed into yours, your nails digging into his broad shoulders. You were doing your best to keep quiet, but it felt so good that you just couldn’t. That made him want to cum faster than he planned. “Sorry we couldn’t do this in a nicer place, sugar,” he groaned. “You just look too damn good to pass on.” 

His hand slid down under your teeny, tiny skirt to grip and toy with your ass, your panties at your ankles. A shuddering moan escaped your lips as his pelvis rubbed against your clit, sending shivers throughout your body. “Fuck, I don’t care,” you whined into his ear. “Just don’t stop! Please, Shanks!” 

Shanks pulled away to look down at you, his body pinning you harder again the wall. “That’s not my name, darlin’,” he sternly said. “Correct yourself or you’ll be missin’ out on an orgasm tonight.” He slowed down his thrusts and he swore that your soul nearly left your body.

“Captain!” you shouted to the starry skies. “Please make me cum, Captain!” He smirked happily at your reaction and his cock surged in response. “That’s much better,” he chuckled. “Now cum on this cock, sugar.” 

And you did, right at the same time he burst inside of you, leaving cum dripping down your thighs only covered by the skirt he pulled down for you. The panties though? He kept those. 

BUGGY (HARLEY QUINN COSPLAY)

“Is this you coming out as a slut?” he curiously asked. “‘Cause you didn’t have to go through all this trouble, doll face. I already knew.” 

He stood in the bathroom brushing his teeth while you stood behind him in the Halloween costume that you were very proud of. You made the outfit and did your makeup yourself. But his reaction sucked all the joy and excitement out of you instantly. 

You smacked him upside the head, earning a glare through the bathroom mirror. “Dickhead!” you shouted, irked at him trying hard to peck at your nerves. “It’s my Halloween costume! I’m Harley Quinn!” 

You decided to go for the Harley Quinn outfit from the Batman animated series, with the red and black checkered jester one-piece and hat with the cute little pom-poms that dangled from either side of your hat. You paired it with some heeled leather boots and Harley’s mallet which you painted during your downtime. You also did your makeup, painting your lips red and wearing a mask over your eyes that Harley often wore in the show. 

You felt cute and sexy. Sexy enough to seduce your clown boyfriend after a night of trick-or-treating…but of course, he had to be a dick and ruin your plans for role-play sex. He turned to you now, standing big and tall so he practically blocked out the sink behind him.

“I don’t know who that is,” he deadpanned. “And were you in my makeup again? ‘Cause that red lipstick looks awfully familiar.” He squinted at your lipstick, running a hand over his blue facial hair. 

“No,” you sighed, rolling your eyes behind your mask. “And she’s from Batman. You know the DC comics?” Buggy still stared at you like he had no idea what you were saying. Then a light flickered behind his eyes. “Ohhh, nerdy shit,” he snickered. “Figures as much.” 

He turned back around to the bathroom mirror, nearly dripping toothpaste on his wife beater than he filled out completely. Seriously: Buggy is huge. Anytime you stood near him, he made you feel like an ant (which also turned you on). “Says the guy who walks around in clown makeup,” you retorted. “The only nerd here is you, Buggy.” 

He smirked in the mirror as he spat in the sink bowl and then dabbed at his mouth with a towel. “And yet people still tremble at the sight of me,” he cockily chuckled. He turned back around to face you, his eyes trailing over how your body filled out the jester suit. “So now what? Am I supposed to fuck you or something?” 

You scoffed at his brazen words, planting your hands on your hips. “Oh, my God, you’re horrible,” you groaned, frustrated. “You’re supposed to take me out trick-or-treating!” 

Buggy’s eyes widened at you and your plan. ”In that?” he asked, surprised that you even came up with such an idea. You nodded, not at all piecing together how much the suit stuck to your form. It left nothing for imagination, your titties and ass pushing against the fabric. “In that suit, you’d be getting more than just candy, sweetheart,” he chuckled, turning back around to fix his ponytail. He took the aqua-blue locks out of his hairband, letting it fall down his back. 

You glared at him, wondering why you even tried in the first place…until an idea came to mind. You smirked at him as he continued to ignore you and prep himself. “Oh, I bet I would,” you purred. “All the fathers out there, especially, will probably be very happy to see me and give me every single bit of their candy.” 

Buggy stopped moving entirely, leaving his hair out of its ponytail. “Maybe Shanks would appreciate my costume a little more, you think?” you asked. “Maybe I should see for myself.” 

You turned to walk out of the bathroom, a giddy smile on your face as you laughed to yourself. That smile fell from your face the moment Buggy’s disembodied hand zoomed across the room to wrap around your throat. It squeezed, hard, emitting a gasp from you as you struggled to breathe. Buggy’s heavy footfalls thudded behind you as he came up to you.

“Say that again, slut,” he growled. “You know damn well that redheaded bitch couldn’t do shit with you. You’re way too much of a deviant little cockslut for him.” 

His hand squeezed your throat tighter, making you squeak out a noise between a gasp and a whimper. His other hand slid down between your thighs, feeling the heat radiating there. “Admit it,” he demanded. 

His grip loosened, giving you a chance to breathe. And be a fucking brat. “Not until you admit how much you love this costume,” you weakly shot back. 

Buggy pressed himself against you, giving you a feel of his hard-on that slid against your lower back.

“Maybe,” he sighed. “After I’m done fucking that mouth until this makeup runs.” He turned your face to his and ran a thumb over your lips, smudging your lipstick. “Maybe then I’ll love this stupid costume even more.” 

A devious glint appeared in his eyes, giving you a taste of what was to come next for you.

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fear Of The Known

Lucifer x Fem!Angel!Reader

|Chapter Fourteen|

Y/n and Lucifer talked for a while longer that night before finally turning in. Lucifer showed Y/n to a luxurious guest room, where she'd be sleeping. Y/n wished Lucifer a good night before the two parted. Y/n walked over to the large window, leading to a balcony.

Hell was so different from Heaven, it was so lively. Yes, Heaven was lively. But Hell lived a whole different way, freely. Heaven was paradise, but that paradise came with rules.

Here, anyone could do anything. Even if it was too horrible to mention.

It was utter chaos. Heaven's rules kept chaos from ever reaching the gates, it kept it's souls safe.

There was no safety down here.

Y/n looked up at the sky, Heaven's portal glaring down at her. She could stare for much longer, she stepped back from the window and drew the curtains close.

She then made her way to the bed, and sat on the edge, staring down at the floor. Despite how late it was, Y/n was restless. She was excited to share the good news with Charlie, sure. But never thought she'd be here, in Lucifer's home of all places.

It hadn't been too long since she arrived here and saw Lucifer again for the first time in ten thousand years. She suppose she was happy to have him in her life again.

So happy, that she found it hard to stay away. And that, was a terribly bad thing.

Y/n sighed heavily and fell back onto the comforter, she stared up at the top canopy bed, the fabric decorated with elegant golden patterns. She couldn't stop thinking about Lucifer, every moment spent with him she savored. Every minute, every second.

Because before too long, she would always return to Heaven. Even now, she wished for tomorrow to hurry along, so that she may see him once again.

Eventually tomorrow would come, Y/n was awoken by a knock at the bedroom door. She grumbled as she sat up, yawning as she spoke.

“Yes?”

“Morning, Y/n.”

Y/n nearly gasped at the familiar voice. She looked around, remembering she had stay the night at Lucifer’s home. She smiled and got out of bed, Lucifer still speaking from the other side of the door as she did.

“I was wondering if you wanted breakfast before we go to the hotel. Do you like pan-”

Y/n opened the door, mid sentence.

“Cakes…Wow. You are excited.” Lucifer chuckles. “Very.” Said Y/n with a nod. “I would rush there now but…I wouldn’t mind having some pancakes first.”

One thing Y/n did not expect, was Lucifer being such an amazing cook. He never cooked much during his time in Heaven, and when he did, it ended with a small stove fire.

“That was great, Lucifer.” Y/n says as she helps him with the dishes. “Breakfast in Heaven isn’t even that good.”

Lucifer huffs. “Come on now.” He chuckles. “It couldn’t have been that good.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.” Y/n tells him as they finish up. “You seem to do that a lot.” Lucifer hums. “Sure do.”

Y/n turns to him. “You shouldn’t.” She placed her hand on his cheek. “Now. Let’s go tell Charlie the good news!”

Lucifer opened a portal right into the lobby of the hotel, much to Y/n’s relief. Having to walk there with everyone’s eyes on her, made her uneasy.

Not that she didn’t doubt Lucifer would have kept her safe, forbid anyone try and harm her. But portals were just more convenient.

Right away, Charlie was there to greet the two. “Dad! And…Y/n?” She raises an eyebrow. “You’re back?”

“And with fantastic news!” Y/n says with a bright grin, Charlie smiles and clasps her hands together. “Oooh! What is it?” She asks excitedly. “No wait! First, I have to show you guys something!” She grabs Lucifer’s and Y/n’s hand before rushing out of the hotel.

Charlie leads the two to the back of the hotel, out back was a large garden area. “Ta-da!!” Charlie says as she moved her hands in a “jazz-hand” motion.

What first caught Y/n’s eyes, was the large fountain in the center of the garden. Water pouring from the vase held by the statue in the middle of the gorgeous fountain.

Surrounding the fountain, were long hedges with black and red roses. As well as many beautiful flowers planted neatly and perfectly organized.

“We finally finished planting the flowers!”

While Hell had it’s own flowers that grew in the rarest of parts, they were usually carnivorous or poison or just “undesirable”.

Y/n couldn’t help but wonder how Charlie was able to get “normal” looking flowers. Perhaps magic was involved. Either way, it was very beautiful.

“Wow. It’s gorgeous sweetie!” Lucifer compliments. “You guys did a great job!”

Y/n nods. “It’s very beautiful, Charlie.”

“Aw, thanks!” Charlie gushes. “Alright. Now, what is it you wanted to tell me?” She asks Y/n.

Y/n glances at Lucifer excitedly before taking hold of Charlie’s hands. “Charlie, your redemption plan, the hotel, it works.”

Charlie’s eyes went wide, her mouth fell agape. “What?” She barely managed to get out.

“Sir Pentious, he made it to Heaven.” Y/n tells her. Tears started to pool in Charlie’s eyes, her lip quivered. “He…He did? He’s in Heaven? He really made it?”

Y/n nods, and was suddenly knocked over when Charlie wrapped her arms around her, capturing her in a near bone crushing hug. Charlie’s shoulders shook as she cried into Y/n’s neck.

Y/n hugged her, rubbing her back soothingly. "We're going to take good care of him, I'll make sure of it."

Charlie sniffles, pulling away to look at Y/n properly. "This is...it's just all so..." She was at a loss for words, she was overwhelmed with happiness, and she was relieved.

"I'm just so glad he made it. All of the hard work, it meant something."

Y/n cups Charlie's cheek gently. "Charlie, even if it still couldn't be proven, all of your hard work, none of it would have been for nothing. You are one of the brightest souls I have ever had the fortune of meeting. You, and your father." Y/n glances over at Lucifer, who gave her a warm smile.

Y/n turned her attention back to Charlie. "Shall we inform everyone of the great news?"

Y/n stepped through the portal back into her living room. She hadn't stopped smiling since she delivered the news to Charlie and her friends. Speaking of, her friends were...shocked, to say the least.

Redemption was no longer just a possibility, but a guarantee. Every single soul who stepped foot into that hotel, was now guaranteed the chance to make it into heaven, if they truly wanted it.

The only thing that put a damper on Y/n’s mood was the fact she had to say goodbye to Lucifer again. Though, before she left, she promised to visit him again as soon as she could. Preferably without raising any eyebrows while doing so.

Y/n exhaled, a light giggle leaving her. Heaven and Hell were about to change forever, for the absolute better. Y/n clapped her hands, the lights in the living room turning on.

Just as she did, a voice from behind her could be heard.

“Welcome back.”

Y/n gasped sharply and turned around to see Lute, leaning against the wall, arm crossed. She didn’t look at Y/n as she spoke.

“Did you have fun? Mingling with those filthy demons?”

Y/n’s heart sank into the pit of her stomach, she was unsure of what to say. What could she say? She doubted there was anything could have said to make this situation better.

All Y/n could say was. “How do you know?”

Lute shot her a sharp glare. “Your sympathy for those demons makes me sick. And the fact you still have a soft spot for the one who nearly destroyed all of Heaven…you’re a disgrace.” She pushed herself away from the door and approached Y/n.

Y/n backed away as Lute grew closer. “I had a feeling you’d do something as foul as this. Tell me.” Lute’s fist harshly met the wall next to Y/n’s head.

“Just how close have you been getting to the king of Hell?”

“W-What…” Y/n asks shakily. “What are you trying to say?”

“You know what I’m saying. You absolutely disgust me.” Lute scowls. “I should turn your traitorous ass in right now…But I won’t.”

Y/n flinched as Lute moved her hand away. “I’m going wait for you fuck this all up. And when you get caught. And you will get caught. And when they cast you down to the fiery pits of Hell where you belong…”

Lute’s voice dipped low, her golden eyes piercing Y/n’s own.

“I will personally fly down there to rip those wings from your back, and then bleed you out.”

And with that, Lute walked towards the exit and left with a slam of the door.

Y/n fell to her knees, shoulder trembling with her uneven drags of breath. She brought a hand to her chest, feeling her repaid heartbeat hammer against her sternum.

She didn’t know how long she was on the floor for, mind racing with a million questions per second. She knew the risks of going back and forth from Hell like she had been. She knew the risks of visiting the Devil himself.

But she allowed her selfishness get in the way of all rationality. She wanted so badly to see Lucifer, that she ignored the very real possible consequences. And then, she got involved with the well being of his daughter.

She knew it was wrong, she was an angel. She did not belong there. What she was doing was an act of complete and utter betrayal.

And just as Lute said, those consequences will eventually catch up with her…

This would be the last time. She could never do this again. Y/n not return to Hell after this. But she could not leave without seeing Lucifer one last time. To say goodbye for good.

Y/n opened a portal just outside of Lucifer’s workshop. She stared at the door for a brief moment before sighing and raising her hand to knock.

After a few seconds, Lucifer opened the door. “Y/n!” He greets her with a smile. “You came back sooner than I expected. What’s the occasion huh? More good news?”

When Y/n not answer right away, Lucifer’s smile dropped. “What happened?” He asked firmly. Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but her throat tightened as she felt tears gathering in her eyes.

Lucifer took her hand gently before teleporting to the bedroom. He sat her down on the bed, still holding her hands. “Y/n, what happened? Is there something wrong?” He asks gently.

With a few sniffles, Y/n answers. “I…I just came back to say bye. I can’t…I can’t come back again after this.”

Lucifer’s grip on her hands tightened unintentionally. “They found out?”

“One did. I’m not in trouble yet but…if this keeps up, then I will be.” Y/n tells him. “So, I came here to say goodbye before I go back.”

Lucifer remained quiet as Y/n spoke. “I also wanted to say, how happy you’ve made me since we reunited. I haven’t felt like this in a long, long time. And I thank you for that.” Tears started to freely fall from her eyes, but she smiled anyway.

“Lucifer. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Lucifer suddenly placed his hands at the back of Y/n’s head, and back before pulling her into a strong embrace.

“Lu-”

“Stay with me. Just for tonight. If you’re really aren’t coming back, then please…just let me have you here for one more night.” Lucifer begged.

Y/n moved her hands to his back and held him just as tightly. She nods her head with a choked cry.

The two eventually parted, looking into each other’s teary eyes. It would be the last time they ever see each other, the last time they held each other, the last time they would ever get the chance to appreciate each other’s presence.

Lucifer moved his hand to Y/n’s cheek, she leaned into his touch. After a beat, the two slowly closed the gap between them. And then…

Their lips met.

Tags-

@bloody-delusion-expert @ruyaas-world

@simbalioness @vififofum

@annybah

@alientee

@yourmom132

@voxrei

@hotbabe1999

@yui-onnero

@divineknightmare

@just-a-simpe

@animecrazy76

[thejujvtsupost]

Smitten: The First Date

It’s been way too long since I’ve updated this series and I have so many ideas for them coming up. Lmk if you wanna be added to the series taglist!

Notes: F!reader, first official date, anxiety and jitters, fluff. Just really fluffy.

“Satoru you’re already running late, I’ll be okay here.”

“The kids will understand. Do you want another blanket?” Gojo’s class started three minutes ago and he refused to leave his office until he was sure you were set.

You’d been taking up the couch in his office during the day for the last few weeks, it soothed some of Gojo’s anxiety about leaving you alone now that his energy was rubbing off on you.

You nodded your head and Gojo draped another throw over your body. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too much longer before your leg healed so you could freely walk; maybe then your boyfriend would relax. (Unlikely) “The kids rely on their teacher to be on time, but thank you. We should bring in a space heater tomorrow, how did you get by without having one in here so far?”

“You’re always cold, and it’s not that bad usually but I don’t spend much time in here; too lonely. You know I’m not far and text me if you need anything at all. I’ll see you for lunch?”

“Go be a teacher before Yaga decides to hire someone with better attendance please.”

“Kiss first!” He exclaimed and kissed your lips before pulling away with a ‘mwah!’ sound, leaving you laughing at his cartoonish display.

You just shook your head at him while reigning yourself in, “I’ll be here when you’re done.”

“Are you sure about this, Kugisake? It looks like a lot with the flowers on the table too.”

“Girls love surprises, Sensei. Last time Fushiguro poked his head in she was asleep, this is literally the perfect time.” Nobara was putting the finishing touches on the makeshift dining table, while Yuuji and Megumi plated the food- something they took surprisingly seriously. Really they just wanted to impress you. “You should go get her before the food gets cold.”

Gojo followed the directions given to him by the 15 year old girl and took the short trip down the hall.

You were still sound asleep, and he heavily debated on postponing but the kids were indiscreetly spying on him. He couldn’t back out on it.

“Hey, baby, it’s time for lunch.” He knelt down to your level and rubbed your shoulder until you stirred- he hated waking you up. He hated it a little less when you gave him your half asleep smile.

“Lunch?” The coffee table was empty, usually he brought lunch with him.

“We’re actually going on a little mission, you and I. So up you go!”

“‘Toru! Crutches!” He had you in his arms and out of the room before you could even reach for them.

“Nope!” What did he mean no? How long was he going to carry you?

“Ta-da!” Apparently not long. Your boyfriend sat you in a chair and did jazz hands at the display in front of you- you put together then that it was a date. Your first date.

It was all arranged carefully and the food made your stomach grumble. “‘Toru this is wonderful! You didn’t have to do all this!”

“The kids helped, they’d kill me if I didn’t give partial credit.”

“I kinda figured since there’s three mysteriously floating heads spying on us in the doorway behind you.”

Gojo turned around, shooed them away with only some complaints, before closing the door and returned to your lunch date. “I know our relationship hasn’t evolved in the most traditional ways but I still wanted you to know that I care about the normal stuff too. A lot has been going on but I hadn’t even taken you out yet.”

“I wasn’t expecting anything-”

“I know,” Gojo sighed. “But I pulled you into a world you never knew existed and now you’re stuck with my baggage too. I think you’re doing great by the way, you haven’t even tried escaping.”

“Tried escaping- you’re ridiculous sometimes Satoru. Your world isn’t baggage, I know it can be cruel at times but it’s not all bad. It’s just a different experience, but I feel like I found my place with you all; I’ve never had that before…”

“You always have a place where I am, always.” His tone was serious enough to make your heart feel warm. Sometimes Gojo catches you off guard with how much he cares. His silliness is only one piece of the puzzle that is your boyfriend.

“Well I guess it’s good that I wanna be where you are, always.”

You both smiled at each other, and if you chose to ignore the sets of peeping eyes through the classroom window; then that was between you and the first years.

Prev <- Index -> Next

Thinking about making a request? Check my bio and see if they’re open!

[sinning-23]

Swallow

Ok so i may or may not have become slightly hyper-fixated and obsessed over this fucking clow um its okay tho take this as a peace offering for falling off track with kinktober

Quick blurb w Buggy and a Sword Swallower Reader that kinda awakens something in him-

_________________________________________________________

It made him sick. Well, that wasn't true, it made him hot but that's beside the point. He had forgotten how you even managed to sneak your way onto his crew anyway. Right now he could hardly focus on anything other than the way you just slid that sword down your throat with such ease it made his fucking knees wobble. Why the hell did you insist on doing that stupid act anyway? Who even approved- He did but again, that's beside the point.

He had watched you hours earlier, sizing each weapon up, measuring it a bit from the top of your throat to down your torso. Curious, he just had to ask what you were planning.

"Oh, sword swallowing!"

You said it so much excitement yet, nonchalantly. Now he'd seen some shit in his life but...a sword swallower? Ironic isn't it? He left you to your antics observing each side going from small, medium, to large. It didn't take much for his mind to wonder what else you could fit down your-

He's locked on your stance now, bent now at a 90-degree angle, showing off the hilt of the sword as your lips glistened in the spotlight. And just like that you were upright, sliding the metal out and bowing, that pretty smile plaster over your damn gorgeous face. You wave to your audience and exit, doing a bit of a 'jazz hands', 'ta-da!' motion as if to say "Can't believe that went so well!"

"Pretty cool, right Captain?" You sigh, briefly licking your lips. Oh, he's fuckin smitten with you.

He only widens his eyes and give a brief "Mhm", more happy you skipped off when you did.

God forbid you see the noticeable tent that he was struggling to hide.