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TobiMada but Kagami is their biological son, made possible by Tobirama's proudest jutsu yet- edo tensei could never compare

Honestly, preggo madara fanarts are rare. . . for a valid reason I think lmao AND not many good fanfics exists as well let alone a tobimada pairing *sad crying*

So I took it upon myself to make a fanart of one bcs I'm weird and desperate that way 𓁹‿𓁹

#tobimada #madatobi #madara uchiha #tobirama senju #tobirama x madara #fanart #kagami uchiha #mpreg

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Hii! Hope you’re having a great day :D

I was thinking about Law with a tall male reader who looks very intimidating. everyone thinks that he is the top in the relationship but Law is the one who actually tops/? Like his s/o looks like a top but is actually a pillow princess. ;)

You can take this as a request or not if you want :3

Trafalgar D. Water Law x Tall male reader

Headcanons

Guten Abend everyone, still getting dragged over the studying coals, but fuck it we ball.

No outright smut in this one, mainly just focusing on their relationship since im exhausted, but I hope its still enjoyable.

In the One Piece universe, being tall can mean a lot of things. Being taller than Law just means you have to be somewhere over 6 ft 5, or taller, if that’s what you prefer. Being intimidating isn’t too hard either, especially if you are a fellow pirate.

Seeing you two together can be a little off-putting to the people around you, at least the ones that aren’t part of your crew, who know you two on a more personal level.

No one would dare to make assumptions in the beginning of a meeting, since Law already has quite the reputation, and either your scary aura or your own dangerous reputation makes people shut up. They might have ideas to themselves, but they wouldn’t verbalize it.

It probably comes up during an afterparty of some kind, after you guys have defeated the baddie of the week and you’re all kicking back. Since Law isn’t a big fan of drinking, you would end up being the one getting tipsy out of the two of you.

At some point during the night, Kidd or others who are more comfortable with you two, would start making jabs or ask questions, as one does when you get wasted. It becomes clear pretty damn quick though, that everyone thinks that Law is the one who bottoms.

Law isn’t the type to out your guy’s bedroom life, but I could still imagine him asking, in a bit of a tense tone, why they think that. That’s when you guys get the explanation from your allies and friends. But it all boils down to you being taller, bigger, scarier and with a stronger presence. So, it just made sense to them.

It gets a bit of a laugh from you, and you can tell from the tension in Laws jaw that it gets on his nerves, maybe even hurting his ego a little. But you also know your lover wouldn’t verbalize those thoughts, not wanting to admit something like an assumption of his bedroom role would hit him in any way.

When you guys get back to the polar tang, one would assume Law would drag you off to the bedroom to show you and him that your friends and allies’ assumptions were wrong. But Law is also a doctor, so he wouldn’t want to do such a thing when you’re drunk.

Instead, he gets some water in you, gets you something to eat, helps you get washed down if that’s what you need, and then the two of you conk out in bed, Law the big spoon even if you are taller. Hes like your tattooed backpack, if the height difference is big enough.

Law doesn’t end up making a move on you in the morning either if you suffer from hangovers, instead your lover would make sure you were alright, and get you something for the hangover if its bad enough. His ego may have been wounded a little, but he’s a respectful guy, especially to you as his lover.

That evening, or the day after though, you’re all his, not that you mind though. Seeing as all your crewmates are most likely still out partying or suffering from hangovers, you two have the polar tang all to yourself.

As you enjoy laying back and receiving pleasure without doing much in return, Law gets to do most of the work. He doesn’t need the same in return, as giving you pleasure is satisfying for him. Being in charge would feel quite nice for him, as it allows him to have an eye on the entire situation and what’s going on.

Law would definitely also use his devil fruit power when you guys are together, since it would make it easier for the both of you, and with his devil fruit he’s able to reach parts of you no one else can.

In the end, people you meet, and probably most of your friends and allies, think you are the top still, but Law wouldn’t mind too much after you show him that you don’t think lesser of him or let other people’s assumptions bother you or your relationship.

#male reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #one piece #trafalgar law x male reader

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Any hc’s about an polyamorous pack? (2 alphas 1 beta 1 omega)

I'll tag some of my favs to answer this instead. I don't wanna keep you waiting because I know I'm not good with poly headcanons. Lol

@pack-the-pack @beta-adjacent @midnight-omega

#omegaverse #omegaverse headcanon #polyamory #polycule

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Hii, i was wondering if it's possible for a pregnant Omega to help the alpha in heat? Or is it too dangerous?

I always thought that if an Alpha goes into rut while their Omega is pregnant, it would be mild.

I'm pretty sure that a lot of people headcanon that an Alpha's instinct during a rut is to impregnate their mates. Since their mate is already pregnant, what's the need for their rut to be intense. So the need for them to have sex would be lessened immensely. They would likely just want to nest with their mates and or scent them endlessly. Their wanting to protect their mate also increases ten-fold.

#omegaverse #omegaverse headcanon

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Smth w ftm reader fingering bakugou/prep him to bottom? With some praise, please n thnsk you!

bottom katsuki x top!ftm reader

cw: fingering, praise

Katsuki leans his head back with soft whimpers leaving his mouth as he experiences being fingered for the first time. "You're such a good boy, Katsuki, taking my fingers so well." You kiss his cheek. "I like hearing you too, you sound so sweet."

He lets out a moan in response. "Th- thank you-"

You smile. Anyone who knows him would lose their minds if they saw him like this. You can't even believe it yourself. It was a slow but rewarding process to get him so comfortable and submissive. You aim your fingers at his prostate, making him basically jump in surprise. His eyes are wide open. "How does that feel, baby?"

"..Good...do it again.."

"Did it make you feel so good that you forgot your manners?" You chuckle.

"Please, [Name]."

"That's what I like to hear." You start to play with his prostate, making his cock twitch and his legs shake. Katsuki starts to moan louder than usual. You use your free hand to jerk him off, driving him completely nuts. He can barely get a proper word out. He never knew being fingered would feel so good.

"I– I'm gonna–" He interrupts himself with a moan. He can't believe he's about to come so quickly. He rolls his eyes back and comes, cum spurting all over your hand and his torso. He might get addicted to this.

You pull your hands away and let him recuperate. "I can't wait to see how you react when I fuck you with my strap."

Katsuki shivers in arousal at the thought.

#top male reader #male reader #katsuki bakugo x male reader #bnha x male reader #ftm reader

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Home Away From Home | John Wick x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ “Look, I can keep you safe here”With John wick please ❞

: ̗̀➛ You give John Wick your protection, promising to keep him safe; but that doesn't mean he won't be on edge.

Trigger warnings : ̗̀➛ swearing, mentions of violence & death

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You grumbled softly as you turned over, lying on your side as you slowly reached out, sighing with relief when your fingertips met a coarse, short beard.

A small smile came to your lips as you hummed softly, daring to finally open your eyes; John was still sound asleep, his brown eyes hidden away and his long hair falling onto his face.

You watched him for a moment, glad that he was relaxed enough to actually sleep so deeply; you couldn't remember the last time he had done that.

You had promised to protect him and his dog, you had promised to make sure that no one would ever hurt them - you told him that they would both be safe under the roof of your safe house.

Seemingly a million miles away from the entire world, it was shrouded amongst the dense woodland; the terrain was difficult to navigate, a mix of slick clay and mud with a suction-like quality to it.

One wrong step, and it was easy to get swallowed into the ground. Completely off the grid, you had a few contacts in good places to ensure that you would never be disturbed - even if you were harbouring the boogeyman himself.

You trailed your hand down to his shoulder, letting your fingers gently drift across the small and large scars until you started to close your eyes again. But when John grumbled and yawned softly, you knew that it was probably about time to get up anyway.

He slowly sat up, exposing his bare torso as he stretched before settling with his back against the headboard; a long and drawn-out sigh leaving him. You stayed still but looked up at him as you dared to smile again.

"Sleep well?"

John nodded, raking a hand through his long and tousseled hair as he tried to clear the sleep from himself. "Yeah..."

You took that as your sign, wriggling around until you could put your head on his shoulder, still half laid down as you hummed softly. "You don't have to get up yet, y'know. You're safe here, completely off grid - nobody's gonna find you."

He gave you a short look before grumbling under his breath and letting some of the tension release from his shoulders; it would take so long to get used to. Being safe. After everything that he and his dog had been through, safety seemed like such a distant and unachievable luxury; something that they could never have.

Yet John had found you again... well, you had found him. Taken him and his dog in, gave them somewhere safe; they wouldn't need to worry, and although he knew that, there was something in him saying that it was too good to be true.

There was a bounty on his head large enough to make even Kings wince at the sum. Feeling safe wasn't exactly as easy as breathing. It wasn't exactly as easy as the way his hand found yours and held it tightly.

John had been certain that he would never feel what he had felt for Helen again, but you didn't expect him to; you made sure that he knew that he did not have to forget her, and that he did not have to rush into things.

You made sure that she still remained with him, and that he knew that he didn't have to leave her entirely behind. Helen was a huge part of John's life, you didn't want him to force her out of his heart. You couldn't.

Yet his hand still easily found its way to yours, and the way he leaned into you made you smile; in his own way, John had made space for you as well, and that was all you could ask for.

But the sound of a loud yelp from the foot of the bed caught both yours and his attention, and you laughed softly when you realised that his dog was still sound asleep in his usual space. The big, blue pitbull was on his back with his lips flopped back as he snored and yelped, making you laugh softly as you shook your head.

Your own dog, a big, blue greyhound with yellow eyes, was also sprawled out in his favourite spot; his head next to John's dogs, and his tail wagging wildly. He was glad to have someone to play with, especially when playing meant barking at each other and then chasing one another around the woods.

"At least they're getting along," you mused.

John nodded in agreement as he sucked in a breath. "I should go check the perimeter..."

You shook your head, gently pushing him back down and leaning on his chest as you loomed over him, holding his gaze. "John, look, I can keep you safe here, you don't need to do perimeter checks. You don't need to worry about anything... except maybe the dogs chasing off cats but that's nothing."

He wanted to laugh, but he knew the size of the bounty, and he knew that the Continental would never rest until they found him and had him dead; he did relax a little bit, but not nearly enough as he nodded curtly. "You're right."

"Just relax," you told him, lying down next to him and yawning softly. "You're... home away from home."

He nodded in agreement, chewing at the inside of his lip. Of course John was aware that you could look after yourself, and he had no doubt about your abilities either; but just as much as you wanted to protect him and keep him safe, he wanted to do the same for you.

You were important to him, even if he didn't show it or say it as often as he should have, but he knew that you were aware of it at least. He was fond, and he didn't want anything to happen to you just as much as you didn't want it to happen to him.

He sighed, wishing that for once he could just let his guard down; maybe in a day or so he could. He knew that you could tell he was on edge, and it left an awful taste in his mouth.

"Go back to sleep," you mumbled, kissing his bare shoulder. "We've got all the time in the world."

Slowly, John put his arm around you, and smiled a little as he closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

#john wick x reader #john wick fluff #john wick

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alpha!reader x omega!kiri or omega!izuku

hehhehhe

ARCHER. ARCHER. WHY MUST YOU KILL ME.

Omega Kirishima is just 😫🙌🙌

𖤐He’s so fucking adorable; he absolutely adores his mate’s scent and insists on wearing his mate’s hoodie whenever he isn’t in uniform. He’s the type of omega that you have to do a double take at since his masculinity trumps his omega status. Despite his love for all things manly, it’s quite easy to make him purr.

𖤐Just a few gentle circles to the back of his neck is enough to send him to dreamland, clinging to you like a muscly koala. Even just a small smooch to the forehead is enough to make him purr rapidly, slightly chubby cheeks pinkening as his pupils expand.

𖤐I imagine his scent is quite soft and earthy, like a rainforest in a light shower. He used to use scent patches during middle school to cover it up, before ditching them to embrace his secondary gender. When he’s frightened or angry, he smells like a bad thunderstorm.

𖤐He accidentally nests A LOT, but in a kinda unconventional way? Like, instead of blanket forts (which he does have), he likes objects from you. Kiri loves using stationary and objects that you give him, even if your scent is nowhere to be smelled. We all know the man isn’t exactly Einstein, so it’s confusing af to walk into his room for the first time to see a small collection of pens near his bed.

𖤐Cuddles are this man’s crack. He adores sitting on your tummy facing your chest. Kiri could sit like that for hours; you pumping out a comforting scent as his bright ruby eyes blink slowly, until he nestles against you and falls asleep, purring like a kitten.

𖤐His heats can be a mess; if it’s his first ever heat and he has no idea when it’s gonna crop up, it can be very anxiety-inducing. He NEEDS his alpha to hold him and soothe him during this vulnerable time. Play with his hair, nibble his mate mark and rub his nose with yours and man is just ready to melt in euphoric bliss.

𖤐Y’know when you’re talking to a sub and you give them an order mid conversation and they kneel (courtesy of @mysicklove)?? Just saying “omega” in a sharp tone is enough to get Eijiro to behave (not that he deliberately misbehaves, only if he wants your attention >:3)

𖤐Overall, best and sweetest omega ever. 100000000/10 good boy, must give him sloppy toppy right neow

#omegaverse #best boyyyy #omega kirishima #alpha reader #bnha x reader

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A Beast Of A Man | Bard the Bowman x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Can I request smth fluffy with werewolf male reader x bard (from the hobbit)?

With prompt “Gentlemen like me have to be very careful of what we do and say” ❞

: ̗̀➛ Bard's husband is by no means an ordinary Man, but Bard loves him too much to care anyway.

: ̗̀➛ brief mentions of violence

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Bard knew where he was going as he travelled down the long, winding path; the slick mud and soaked clay clinging to his boots and making him slip and slide every now and then the further he went.

Following large, stretched paw prints that seemed to have been made by an expert; much larger than a wolf, and far bigger than any warg either.

Unlike the infamous gaurhoth, though, this was a beast turned from Man by infection. A beast that could not speak wolf language, and nor was it constant in its animalistic body. No, this beast stood on two legs like an ordinary Man, yet much taller; it had a long muzzle, adorned with great sharp teeth and shaggy, dark grey fur.

At the end of its long, muscular arms, sat giant paws with thick, sharpened claws. It was as if a wolf had been made to walk on two legs, but with the great strength of the best of Dwarves.

But upon reaching the clearing, and seeing none other than a Man lying down at the end of the pawprinted tracks, Bard smiled; he cleared his throat as he came to sit down beside you, playing his bag beside your bare chest.

He reached out, gently tapping your arm and letting out a sigh of relief when you grumbled and began to stir.

"The children were asking for you," he started, "they asked why you missed out on my birthday party yesterday."

You let out a long, guilt ridden sigh. "Was that yesterday?"

"It was," Bard nodded. "I told them that you were called away, and that you would be back by this evening... they missed having their other father around."

You frowned, chest stinging as you realised the mistake that you had made. "Bard, I-"

"Don't apologise," he told you quietly. "I know how difficult it is to control it... that... infection. I don't blame you."

"No, I know, but..." you slowly sat up, shaking your head. "I promised that I would be there for Bain, Sigrid and Tilda - what will they think of me now?"

"No less of you," he insisted. "You treat them like they're your own, and they know that. It was one birthday, I don't think any less of you."

You glared at him for a moment, shaking your head. "You should. I missed your birthday, I let the children down, I... I fail at everything. Fatherhood, being a husband... a Man."

Bard put his arm around you, shaking his head as he gently kissed your temple. "I don't think you have, at all. You've been a wonderful father, and a wonderful husband. Your affliction doesn't matter."

You leaned into him, humming as you put your arm around his lower back and smiled. "You mean that?"

"Of course," he said softly, kindly. "I brought you some clothes, in that bag. It's my shirt, but I remember Gandalf telling me that men with your infection can be calmed down a little with familiar scents."

"Thank you," you chuckled softly. "But if you want me to wear your shirts, you can just say."

Bard shrugged as he hummed softly, licking his lips. "Well, I've never been the best at lying - you know that."

"And gentlemen like me have to be very careful of what we say and do."

You pulled away from him, aware of his gaze fixated on your body as you pulled the trousers from his bag; quickly tugging them on before sighing heavily. The cloth was warm against your skin, and although you did appreciate his efforts more than anything else, you also couldn't deny that you also appreciated his gaze.

He looked at you like you were fantastic, like you had the combined glory and breathtaking scenes of a woodland in fresh spring rain; like you held the entirety of Middle Earth on your shoulders, willing to kneel and give it to him. He looked at you as if you were his soil, his sky, his water, and his air.

He looked at you like you were everything, and even when you settled yourself on his lap once you were dressed, he didn't look at you any differently.

Slowly, Bard laid his hands on the backs of your thighs, keeping you close as he tilted his head to the side. "Is it at least getting better?"

You nodded, putting your hands on his shoulders as you let out a long sigh. "A little bit. It's been easier to control since Gandalf took me to see Radagast."

"I'm glad," Bard said softly, nodding as he dared to smile. "And the... urges?"

"Not as often, or as powerful," you smiled back, patting his shoulder twice to let him know that you really were quite alright. "Honest, Bard. Thanks to you, I'm all alright - more or less tip top condition. Promise."

Bard held his hand out, waiting for you to link your fingers with his. "Two squeezes?"

You squeezed his hand twice. "Two squeezes."

His shoulders slumped as he let out a drawn out breath, swallowing thickly and daring to smile. "You picked the right place, mind you."

"Pardon?"

"This," he mused. "Isn't it where we first met?"

"You mean where I first saved you?" You asked with a scoff, and when he glared playfully, you shook your head. "Don't be shy, Bard. You can admit you were all but overwhelmed by that warg."

"But I had you to save me," he whispered.

"You always will," you whispered. "I might not be as strong or as fierce as a dragon, but I will always, always protect you and the children. You're..."

"Family?" He asked quietly.

You nodded slowly. "You're my family... and, if you looked under your pillow this morning, you'd find what I made for you."

He tilted his head, curious as he hummed and raised his brows slightly. "Then we best get going and get back home, don't you think?"

You hummed, shaking your head for a moment before pressing your face against his throat. "Now in a minute, eh?"

Slowly, Bard closed his eyes as he fought back the urge to grin. "Alright."

#bard the bowman x reader #bard the bowman #bard x reader #male reaader #werewolf reader

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Ye Olde Magick AU

All of you should thank @books-n-guns for this. What once was a silly little AU about the Starks and their fangs and making everyone around them develop a biting kink has now turned into a full-fledged AU with lore and magic and other houses getting characteristics. Basic lore: — Magic exists within the bloodlines of all noble houses, though from different sources. It's strengthened by two things: the existence of a group's homeland and the religion the magic is tied to/originates from. — The First Men got their magic from their adoption of the Old Gods and their Pact with the Children during the Age of Heroes. Since the decline of the Old God religion in the south the northern nobles house don't have as many characteristics as they used to. — The Andels came with their own magic along with The Seven. Since their religion is more widespread the Andel houses have a lot more characteristics than any other house. I'll probably do two more posts: one about the lore, and the others about the gods who are real and are trying to be more active in Westeros because world ending reasons. Because there is now plot, however it may change. Also I might do the other houses. Might. Ideas are welcome.

Without further ado, here are some of houses and their characteristics.

The Starks (now): Sharp fangs (X). Resistant to the cold. In the past the Stark were so cool looking. Bigger and sharper fangs—proper wolf fangs I'm telling you—and pointed ears with ear tufts. Slitted eyes that could see in the dark. Sharp claws and thicker body hair (both men and women), and enhanced senses. Because of Catelyn's river nymph traits, the Stark-Tully kiddos can breathe underwater and talk with the fishes. Might also have a bit of enhanced strength. Resistant to cold. Jonny boy, however, doesn't get anything from his Targaryen bloodline until Dany brings back the dragons. Resistant to cold (Stark blood) and heat (Targaryen blood), and breaths fire (Targaryen blood). The Tullys: River nymph traits. Gils and enhanced strength. Haven't changed much though it has been noted they aren't as nymph-like as they were in the past. Don't fuck with their rivers you will be drowned. Can breathe under water and communicate with the fish, hence the trout. Needs to bathe in a river or any body of fresh water once a month or they'll start looking sickly; any longer and they'll die. The Martells: Snake fangs mostly, though there have been some with forked tongues or snake eyes. Rarely all three. Can make their own saliva poisonous at will. Has been known to coat their weapons in their own poison. Resistant to heat though not flame proof. The Baratheons: Horns/antlers. Basic? Yes—but the Baratheons have long since mastered the art of making their horns look both mighty, dangerous, and handsome. Many an enemy has been impaled upon or had their heads ripped off by the house of Storms End. Some say that the ancestors of the Baratheons used to be able to bring storms and fierce winds thanks to the blood of Elenei Durrandon in their veins. The Lannisters: pays their debts shits gold Lion fangs and sometimes manes. Can actually roar. In the past they were as fierce looking as the Starks; humans with lots of lion characteristics such as sharp claws, toe beans, slitted eyes and even whiskers. Some Lannister women were born with lion manes, and there are one or two theories that Lann the Clever was in fact a woman with a mane. The Tyrells: Dryads-Anthousai mixture. Yes, even the males. It's an AU and ASOIAF, and mom says I can. They have flowers in their hair—roses. mostly, though Olenna has a beautiful and deadly flower and thorned circlet—and can shift their skin to be any type of bark of any type of tree so long as they form a connection to it. Looks healthier in the spring/summer; dead looking in winter (no seriously they look fucking dead, and more than once people thought Olenna had finally kicked the bucket. Boy did Tywin have a nasty surprise). Not at all flame proof. The Targaryns:

At first they were the most Basic And Boring of all noble houses. The only thing cool about them was their dragons, and those died out. With Valyria destroyed in the Doom, the Fourteen Flames no longer being followed and the dragons gone, the Valyrian magic within their veins either died out or went dormant. Now they're just heat resistant and beautiful looking. It was only when they started marrying into other bloodlines/houses did they start getting characteristics—or rather, the characteristics of other houses such as Rhaenys Targaryn/Velaryon having antlers and the Baratheon square jaw can someone please start drawing her with it and Baelor Breakspear having the Martell snake traits. That is, until, Daenerys 'Stormborn' Targaryn brings back the dragons. The Dany that stands admist the ashes of her beloved husband is not the same who walked into the flames. The return of dragons has re-awoken the valyrian magic in her blood and it mixes with the westeros magic. She stands tall and unburnt with her dragons in her arms, patches of shimmering silver-gold scales on her thighs, arms, shoulders, breasts, neck, and they follow the curves of her cheekbones. Violet eyes with slitted pupils blink slowly. And protruding from her head are the beginnings of white horns. Soon they will start to grow. They will be elegant and beautiful, up and out, almost like an ivory crown. The Dragon Queen has been born.

#OMG OMG OMG #I LOVE THIS SO MUCH?!?!?! #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #game of thrones

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These days I've read too many fluff fix-its. But not enough XDD

/inspired by blackkats A Snake In the Grass, a Wolf At the Door/

#art #naruto #orochimaru #hatake sakumo #orochimaru x sakumo

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A picture was drawn for a 'Fandom kombat - 2023' competition, 'Byronic Heroes and Villains' team. I think it's the best Orochimaru I made.

#art #orochimaru

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[old art] The Ackermans x Got AU ⚔️🐺

#fanart #attack on titan #game of thrones au #game of thrones

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 & 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬

a/n: crossover that I really wanted to do. I've used dragons from every timeline.

gif cred: @gameofthronesdaily.

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

I wanted to make this as simple as possible, so I'm not going into backgrounds or Houses or the wheres, whos and whys. But if you'd like me to make backstories for them, let me know in my inbox!

(but p.s. I can already see Kyle being a Velaryon Prince and Simon a Targaryen because of their natural features.)

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 | 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒚𝒔

There's something very regal about John - he holds himself with dignity and grace. He walks with pride and knows his rank/his place. Because he's earnt it.

Meleys, who was once known as the quickest dragon in Westeros, also holds herself the exact same way John does.

She is the Red Queen, vicious, fierce and unyielding. She is royalty - looks it too.

I'm not quite sure she'd like a male rider - there would have to be a lot of winning her over. All her other riders have been female, and very bold. Yet, when Meleys saw the bravery of John, she allowed him to mount her.

But the two of them together would be an absolute force to be reckoned with. Intelligence mixed with tactics, and planning - they would soon become one of the most feared rider and mount in history.

𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 | 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈

Known by a lot of positive traits, the first one being: understanding her responsibilities. Silverwing is the perfect dragon.

Great with people, friendly, and elegant. She knows when eyes are on her.

In the same way that Kyle can make a friend wherever he is. People find him very charming.

Both are great at socialising. This reflects how a dragonrider usually has similar traits to their mount.

Know their duties, but also know when enough is enough. They don't let others walk all over them.

𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 | 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓

Ooh boy, okay so these two bonded over being grumpy and moody.

While Vermithor used to be the mount of one of Westerosi's greatest Kings, I think he would like Simon a whole lot more.

Simon, who would never make him do anything Simon wouldn't do himself.

Both of them hate too much company.

And the only way to truly get away from people is in the air.

Vermithor might be considered an old man, but he's still got that passion within him, and damn anyone who says what he can and cannot do

The pair could be gone for weeks. Only relying on one another for company, aiding each other in getting food and Vermithor being wonderful at finding bodies of water.

Although they do usually go to the same places now.

Sometimes Simon forgets how formidable Vermithor is - and that in the past anyone who approached him would burn to death by his flame.

But really Simon only sees a big lizard with wings who snores when he sleeps and grunts when he's angry. Oh, and watch out for his tail because he will try to knock you over when he's irritated.

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 | 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒙𝒆𝒔

Let's gather what we know about Soap: intelligent (obviously, no one in the army reaches that level by being a complete tosser), he's active and ready to be in the field i.e, now the air.

Meraxes is known for being an avid flyer. Her first and only rider, Rhaenys the First, flew her mount so much - some say it was the collective amount of both her brother and sister riding their own beasts.

Johnny is the dragonrider who is constantly scowering for dragon eggs. If he finds them, he cares for them like they're his own children.

Johnny would literally be the Father of Dragons. Would 100% do a Dany and walk into fire to see if the eggs will hatch (don't worry the other boys look out for him and Meraxes would never let him be so stupid as to willingly hurt himself.)

If you have a different opinion I'm more than happy to hear it!

#crossover #cod x dragons #cod #hotd #house of the dragon crossover

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Mr.Gator do you write for Smoker? if you do then can you write a sfw or nsfw headcanon for him please?

Smoker SFW headcanons

Guten tag everybody. Writers block is still breathing down my neck, mixed with graduation prep. I’ve also been spending what little free time I have playing Yakuza Infinite wealth, but I wanted to write smth to post for you guys, so Smoker headcanons it is.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I like to think that hes on the downlow affectionate side. He wouldn’t be too into PDA or showing it strongly in public, but you never doubt that he loves you. He would be more affectionate in private, and shows it a lot through physical affection, like holding you or cuddling you. His favorite is probably pulling you into his lap when he’s working on paperwork, or holding you against his chest in bed.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Hes probably kind of a blunt best friend, but he will have your back and be your strongest supporter if you aren’t doing anything wrong. Gives the vibe that he would also get offended on your behalf. If you have an enemy? They are now his enemy, and they have eternal beef. Friendship would probably start because you are in the same circles, or it’s something that has existed since you guys were kids.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I like to think he secretly like cuddling quite a lot, hes just not very verbal about it, and would only do it in private when you guys are safe and comfortable. Likes holding you for the most part, keep you nice and close to his chest and tucked under his chin. But he has moment where he wants to be the one to be held, and melts when you run your fingers through his hair.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He probably wants to do it someday, especially if he’s in a stable healthy relationship. Hes average at cooking but would be great at cleaning thanks to all the experience from the marines.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Another time I think hes blunt, why draw it out and hurt the both of you more than he has too.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Smoker would take a while to propose, but he would enjoy the thought of marriage one day. Hes got some trust issues though, so it’ll take some time before he pops the question.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He comes across as cold and blunt to most people, but Smoker would probably be quite gentle with his lover thanks to his size and strength. But if you are as strong as him or stronger he’s less worried about hurting you on accident. Smoker would probably also be more emotionally aware than most people give him credit for.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I don’t think he hates or loves hugs. Its nice to get a hug from you, especially when he hasn’t seen you in a while, but he doesn’t yearn for it like other people do. His hugs can be a lot if you are smaller than him, since hes stature is so big and broad and he just kinda wraps all around you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You most likely say it first, since Smoker has some doubts about moving too fast or somehow making it awkward. He also doesn’t say it too much, saving it for when it has meaning.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I could see Smoker get jealous to a certain degree, and he might even start fights, but that would mainly be if the person flirting with you makes you uncomfortable. Definingly uses his whole marine status to chase off the people who flirt with you, I could also see him sneakily getting you to wear his clothes or something like that if he’s feeling jealous.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

I think most of Smokers kisses are chaste and a bit dry, and all his kisses taste like cigars and smoke. Of course, he also gives deeper more emotional kisses, but for the most part he keeps it short but no less loving. He kisses you on the forehead a lot, especially if you are shorter than him, also has a thing for kissing the back of your hand. He loves when you kiss his chin or cheek.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I imagine hes very careful around kids because of his size and strength, and he tries not to be too scary of off-putting, since he doesn’t wanna scare them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Hes been in the marines for who knows how long, so he probably wakes up early and wide awake and goes through his morning routine with practiced ease. Smoker wakes up earlier than you most days, but he always gives you a kiss on the forehead before he goes on with what he needs to do.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Smoker would have a lot of work so he would go to bed late most nights, but he always tries to make it in time so you two can cuddle for a bit and talk about your days. You always have to reminds him to put out his cigar or even pluck it from his lips, so he doesn’t get it all over the bed.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It would take Smoker a long time to start opening up about himself, mostly because hes a cautious person and since he doesn’t think its stuff worth sharing. But after you guys are in a secure happy relationship, he would open up little by little.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Depends on the situation. In everyday life hes got more patience than on the battlefield. He would do his very best to never get angry at you though.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Smoker remembers most details about you, his marine training put to good use if you ask him.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moments are probably just the ones where it’s the two of you spending free time together, or when he’s got time off from the marines and you two can go on a holiday. If you guys get married one of his favorite memories would be the wedding and the honeymoon.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Smoker is a pretty protective guy, since hes who he is would result in a lot of enemies. If you don’t have any training, he would teach you self defense and different ways to protect yourself. He would be flattered but also worried if you went out of your way to protect him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

When he has the time off to do so I imagine Smoker likes to put a good amount of effort into special days, like personalized dates or a day in. But it isn’t every time he has the time to do so, but he still tries to show he cares.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Definitely his smoking and how locked in he can be on a goal. If you have a problem with chain smokers you wouldn’t even be dating him in the first place. He gets so taken with a task like catching certain pirates and whatnot that he would forget about dates and whatnot that he had with you.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn’t care too much about his appearance I think, but he does try to look good for you every now and then. If he finds out you like one look on him, Smoker would go out of his way to do it more.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Depends on how long the relationship has been going on and how close you are. But if it’s a deep relationship, then yes, he would feel incomplete without you, but it just makes him work harder to get home to you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Gives the vibes of a guy that can knit and crochet. Most likely learned it to have something to during long periods of time at sea. I don’t think he would like coffee all that much.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Pirates, obviously. But also hates those that go against his morals, which aren’t the same morals the other marines carry. This also means he probably wouldn’t have a partner who’s a former pirate, since a pirate is always a pirate to him, unless you guys have some kind of bond from before you became a pirate, and he became a marine.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Doesn’t sleep as much as he should, since he’s always got something going on. Best bet is to pull him to bed. A habit of his is that he always somehow ends up being the little spoon at the end of the night. Probably also puffs out air in his sleep as if he’s still smoking his cigars.

#male reader #sfw alphabet #smoker #smoker the white hunter #one piece #smoker x male reader

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A Losing Battle | Faramir x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Hello! Can I request male reader with really bad separation anxiety x faramir with prompt "Just close your eyes and go to sleep, I'll still be here" ? ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Faramir will be married one day, but that doesn't stop you from constantly worrying about him.

: ̗̀➛ brief mentions of injury/fighting

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Faramir frowned when he noticed that your horse was tethered beside his, as he had explicitly told you to stay with his men when he had left; that horse would not allow any other rider in its saddle, and it vexed him to think of what possible reason you could have for showing up at the camp.

Of course, he understood that you tended to worry and panic a lot when he was gone for more than two minutes; he knew that you liked to be within his vicinity as often as you could be, and that you would sometimes find it overwhelming to be without him.

But he didn’t want you to get hurt, either; he needed you to stay back so that he could deal with the task at hand and make it back to you without needing to try desperately to keep you safe at the same time.

He tried not to think anything of it as he approached where he had been sleeping, but when he saw a rather large lump beneath his blanket, he knew that there could only be one person in the entirety of Middle Earth who would do such a thing.

Faramir didn’t mind, though, not really; when he got down on one knee beside you and gently shook you awake, he realised that he didn’t particularly feel angry for you at disobeying him, and nor did he feel particularly disappointed to find you beneath his blankets.

If anything he was relieved to know that you were still alive and that you had made it there in one piece; it made him smile when you snuggled into his blanket, taking in his scent for a moment.

Faramir knew you well enough to know that you weren’t so easily woken, and it was likely that you had fallen asleep after trying to stay up waiting for him to get back.

Perhaps any other day, he would have felt guilty for making you stir, but tonight, he just wanted to lie down beside you and know that you were there in his arms. Safe and protected, as always. 

It did take him quite a while to wake you, but when you looked up at him with your face half covered by the blanket and your eyes still blurry from sleep, he couldn’t help but to smile and to take it in for a moment.

“I do apologise for disturbing you, but erm, you do happen to be in my bed.”

“‘M always in your bed,” you muttered softly, struggling to sit upright but getting there eventually. “I’m really sorry, Faramir, I know you said to stay put and to wait until you got back, but I started thinking about, y’know, everything and I started worrying if you would be alright, and-”

“I understand,” Faramir whispered kindly. “I know that you tend to think too much for your own good. I will not shame you for that, ever.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around your knees as you rested your chin on them and hummed. “Thank you…”

“Of course,” he whispered. “If you’re to be my husband one day… well, you know the rest of it. And Boromir was always the better speaker between us, anyway.”

You laughed softly, nodding as you beckoned him to sit beside you, which he did so gladfully, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “One day I will be your husband, and you will have to put up with me at your side constantly - regardless if you order me to or not.”

Faramir grinned as he licked his lips, nodding slowly. “Is that not exactly what happened tonight?”

“Well, either way,” you shrugged. “How do you feel, anyway? I heard from some of your boys that it was pretty brutal out there.”

He nodded, clearing his throat. “We all managed to do fairly well - a few of the men were injured but thankfully nothing major.”

Immediately, you switched to sitting between his legs, your hands wandering his body to check for any piercing in his armour. “And wha-”

“I am fine,” Faramir said calmly, taking your wrists in his hands and holding them close to his chest as he shook his head. “I did not suffer so much as a blow from a shield.” 

You nodded slowly, splaying your fingers out across the taught leather breastplate as you swallowed thickly and licked your lips. “Not even a bruise?”

He shook his head, putting his hands over yours. “Not even a bruise.”

“Alright,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. “Just as long as you promise you aren’t hurt.”

“I’m not,” he told you softly. “I promise you, I am not hurt… although, I am a little hurt that you would try and steal my blanket from me on such a cold night.”

You smiled, shrugging as you tilted your head to the side for a moment. “Well, maybe, if you’re so cold, we could share?”

“I think that would be a good plan,” he admitted, waiting for you to get comfortable before he took his breastplate off and laid down beside you. “You know, you can just close your eyes and go to sleep, I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

You nodded as you snuggled into him, trying to squirm as close as you possibly could. “You promise?”

Slowly, Faramir threw his leg over you to keep you against him, and he was quick to let his arms welcome you tightly the second he could. “I always promise. Believe me, you will soon enough get sick of me.”

You laughed softly, tiredly as you pulled up the blanket so that it sat around you both, although you could feel the cold breeze against the backs of your legs. “I doubt that could ever happen, really.”

Faramir wanted to laugh, although the way you were pressed against him and the feeling of your soft breath against him was all too difficult to ignore, and he soon found himself fighting against the urge to sleep; he waited, though, only daring to admit defeat when he felt you go limp in his arms as your breathing became all too steady.

With a smile on his face, Faramir allowed himself to lose that battle. 

#ABSOLUTELY MELTINGLY #faramir x male reader #faramir x reader #male reader #faramir #lotr x reader #lord of the rings x reader

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Not A Monster | Marvin Milk x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Can I request mm (from the boys show) x male reader with ptsd? (reader was injected with V but not really a "superhero" by any means, maybe an international terror is more accurate)

With prompts “Yeah, be rational, sure. I'm a fucking werewolf!” and “I'm torn between feeling very sorry for you and finding you terribly attractive.” ❞

: ̗̀➛ M.M. could never see you as a monster, even if you might feel like one yourself.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, drugging, mentions of violence

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You sighed heavily as you sat down on the worn leather sofa, your eyes never once leaving Marvin for even a split second as your hands ran up and down your thighs, nervousness eating away at you harshly. Debating on how to properly tell him, and be honest about it at the same time.

Blood was beginning to drip down the back of your neck, leaving a warm sensation trailing down that left you cringing. Although it was not your own.

Even Marvin could easily all too easily, as you did not have a single mark on your body; but as you felt a shiver run down your spine, you became even more aware of the fact that you were utterly naked.

You weren’t usually so awkward about being naked in front of Marvin, it was nothing new and the two of you had seen each other in compromising positions more than you could even think of counting, but this time felt more different.

It was like your entire soul was bare and he could see every notch and knock upon it; for the first time ever, feeling vulnerable in front of Marvin felt genuinely wrong. Scary.

But when he tossed a pair of boxers at you, you quickly tugged them on and pulled on his brown leather jacket. His favourite. You felt less naked but still so exposed.

Marvin eyed you carefully and closely for a moment as he surveyed you and tried to figure out what you wanted to say; checking to see if you were about to go back and become the monster he had seen earlier.

You shivered under his gaze, but you weren’t scared - you could never be scared of Marvin even though now you were not the same as the man he had always known you to be. You were changed, and when he reached out to put his hand on your knee, you flinched.

You had never done that before, and the worry and concern was more than evident and clear in his big brown eyes as he frowned.

Slowly, Marvin retracted his hand and withdrew it as he cleared his throat. Thinking of the right thing to say to you.

“I don’t expect you to talk. But I get it. What they did to you - I get why you wanna strike a match and watch the world burn.”

You shook your head as you sighed. “I can still feel the needles. Smell the fucking hand sanitiser… and now they’re calling me a terrorist… I’m trying to protect people, Marv. Stop it from ever happening again… and they’re calling me a terrorist for it.”

“Tends to happen when you blow up labs and maul people,” he said as he nodded slowly. “But I get it. You’ll be safe here. Promise.”

You swallowed thickly as you furrowed your brows. “Thank you… but why? What did I do to deserve it?”

“You’re working towards the same goal as we are,” Marvin started, “plus, I’m torn between feeling very sorry for you and finding you incredibly attractive.”

You scoffed as you rolled your eyes at him; it wasn’t that you didn’t want to help Marvin with taking down Homelander and Soldier Boy - as both were responsible for what had happened to you - but rather that you could not believe he would find you attractive after what you had become.

He knew about you, he knew what you were, the terrible monster with gnashing jaws and snarling jowls; the monster that hunted people all along and up the moors. Yet he still managed to find you attractive - desirable. Worth his time and his effort. Worth his gaze. You could not fathom or believe it in the slightest, only able to laugh off how awkward you felt. 

“If you’re trying to flatter me into joining The Boys-”

Marvin shook his head. “I’m not. I want you to be rational, though.”

“Yeah, be rational, sure. I’m a fucking werewolf! They injected me with that V shit and turned me into a fucking monster! They killed all the good that was left in me when Homelander pinned me down and said I was chosen by him to become this! How the fuck can I be rational about this, Marv?”

The tears in your eyes, so visible and so glistening, made him shake his head slowly as he sniffled and swallowed thickly. “Then let me be the rational one, yeah? Call me a motherfucker with a heart, but you shouldn’t be alone on this, and I wanna be there for you like you were there for me.”

Slowly, you nodded as you sighed, wiping your eyes. “Alright, alright… I’ll join - one one condition.”

“What’s that?” He asked, moving to sit beside you. 

He didn’t make a move to touch you, though, as he knew that you would only flinch and become startled again; so he just leaned back into the sofa, and kept his gaze on you. You cleared your throat, shifting around to get comfortable as you thought of how best to phrase it.

“That you will never lie to me again - I know I’m a monster, alright? Undesirable, terrible. Evil,” your voice shook a little before fully breaking. “Please never make me even feel like it’s even a small possibility it might not be true.”

Marvin sighed heavily as he shook his head slowly, clearing his throat and fidgeting slightly. “That wasn’t a lie, and you know it.”

“Marvin-”

“You’re not a monster,” he insisted. “You never were, and you never will be. You are not a monster. You’re a man who I feel sorry for and who I also feel attracted to. It ain’t your fault that you got injected with that shit against your will. You’re not a fucking monster, and you can help us take down Homelander and Soldier Boy… you’re not a terrorist.”

“Marvin, I appreciate the pep talk,” you sighed, raking your hand down your face. “But I just… don’t worry.”

“Okay,” he said quietly. “Get some rest, we’ll get something to eat after and then we’ll… we’ll talk more about what I said.”

#marvin milk x reader #mother's milk x reader #mother's milk #marvin milk #the boys x reader #male readrr #the boys

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Just that, nothing more

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

KINKTOBER LIST MASTERLIST

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing could go wrong, right?

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

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

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

“(Y/—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

The temptation was great.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

#salivating #one piece #ace x reader