#I WAS SO AMAZINGLY IMPLIED IN THE OLD GUARD AND I WANT TO WATCH IT

[sohin-ace]

Hermes - Switching Cells

*looks at watch* Would you look at that? It's gay time!

Fem reader

"Why did they make us switch cells again?" You glanced up at the tall dark-skinned girl next to you as she scoffed, rolling her eyes to the back of her head.

"Pfff... Some bullshit." She huffed exasperatedly, "They caught two girls being all nasty and frisky and they got mad."

Hermes and you were currently both walking along the hallways, all your belongings in your arms as two assigned guards escorted you, holding onto the chains tied to your handcuffs like a lifeline as they kept careful watch over you.

You could see other inmates doing the same from the corner of your eyes, moving from corridor to corridor and getting ushered to pack their stuff faster.

Everyone in the prison were to move from their cells and switch cellmates. It was the new rule that had just been established after some people decided to act a tad more intimate than they should appropriately have within a strict prison and disturbed other inmates as well as some night duty guards.

When the announcement was made in the court yard, the entire staff present to break the very important news down to the people, all the inmates started laughing their asses off between annoyed grunts and 'booh's.

Anyone would. How stupid was that rule? What kind of prison even forbade physical relationships between inmates? How was intercourse ever harmful to jail discipline? Weren't prisons in Florida famous for rape culture and letting inmates basically abuse each other? What about 'prison sexuality'?

All these questions you and your fellow comrades couldn't answer.

Your assigned guards set you up in your new cell after you finally reached it and locked the door behind you two, leaving you to settle down before phone calls time.

You stared around the small windowless room, cemented walls and armored door. Well that sure changed from the huge bars from before. To be fair this cell seemed even better than the old one.

"So... What are these things for?" You pointed at the bars on the small frame cut on the metallic door.

"To prevent girls from snatching each other I guess? Not like that would stop anyone but ya know... No one else but the guards on duty can see the inmates now so I suppose that's what they wanted." Hermes cleared, still salty from the ordeal and unnecessary bother.

She threw her belongings somewhere and you turned your gaze away from the door, you could only agree with her scepticism. "Hmmm... Yeah that's bullshit."

Hermes plopped herself onto one of the beds with a breathy groan, supporting the back of her head with her arms, certainly claiming that bed as hers.

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise and slight confusion when you realized that the two beds were in the complete opposite sides of the room.

"They... They even removed the bunk beds?"

"Yeah," She scoffed with a smile. "To be honest that just makes what they want to prevent easier. Like, you could easily just- Tch, I'll never understand the warden."

You looked around a bit before putting away your stuff neatly, unaware of your cellmate's sneaky and insistant eyes on you.

"Are you gonna be okay? Without F.F., I mean." You asked without taking your eyes off of your current task.

"Hah, you should worry more about her than me. She's the one that's stuck with Jojo."

"Hey, Jolyne's not that bad..." You chuckled in your ex-cellmate's defense, "...When she puts her panties away, at least."

The room became awfully silent until you suddenly heard Hermes chuckle lowly, almost evilly, even. You turned your head around to look over your shoulder and saw the latina give you a mischievous sideway glance.

You blinked and furrowed your brows at her in confusion but she only smirked back, swallowing another chuckle.

"Girl, do you want to have a good laugh?"

Her sudden deep voice made you gulp and you swore you felt a wave of heat wash over you and a pearl of sweat glide down your forehead.

Oh no, first of all, she didn't have any business being this hot, sprawled on her bed like that, her strong arms flexing effortlessly and her enticing smirk reaching her golden-green eyes.

Secondly, you knew that when Hermes had ideas, they were almost just as bad as Jolyne's. And God knows that Jolyne could scream dumbass energy like no one else sometimes. Especially when she was bored or horny. Or both.

You bit your lower lip and nodded at her. Hopefully you wouldn't be in trouble because of her genius plans, but again, it just made it all the more exciting.

Hermes jumped off the bed and struggled to keep the grin off her face as she glanced at the barred door. God she was so gorgeous and she didn't even brag about it.

She approached you and landed one strong hand on your shoulder, bringing her index towards her green painted lips in a shushing gesture.

"Here's what we're gonna do..."

She leaned in and explained the plan in a sweet hushed tone and you could barely concentrate on her words when she was this close to you, whispering with her overly endearing mexican accent. God, how could one be so cute and so sexy at the same time?

You tried your best to keep a straight face as she laid her evil plan out to you, but you could feel her breath hitting your lips and you had to clear your throat many times to cover the small squeals you unwillingly let out.

The more she explained, the more you could feel your face warm up. Not only because you were trying hard to not stare at her very inviting lips but also, and mostly, because of what her plan actually implied.

Hermes sure was a bold woman, but this plan would piss off the guards so much and be so incredibly funny if nicely executed, but at the same time, it was a bit, if not very, inappropriate and risky, which you got to figure out, was something she very much enjoyed.

"You sure about that, Hermes...? It's a bit... It's embarassing." You hesitated, visibly flustered but she squeezed your arm in reassurance.

"Come on! Don't be like that, it's gonna be so much fun!" She grinned at you and she knew you could hardly resist or refuse her anything. "Y/N, please? It'll be so worth it babygirl, trust me."

You gulped and nodded. Oh well, what's the worst that could possibly happen?

"A-aah!! I-... I can't do this...!"

"Ughh... Come on, bebé, just like that, yes...Yes!"

Very suggestive noises of the two cellmates echoed in the room and throughout the prison corridors. A wanton mix of grunts and whimpers and moans. What could be going on in this prison?

"I-Ah!... Aaah, no~!" You whined breathlessly and Hermes groaned right after you, accompagnying you in your, quite strange, string of sounds.

"Yes! That's it, Y/N! Do that again!"

"Hermes, I-...nnghh!! Fuck!"

"You gotta move like this Y/N! Yeah, r-right there! Aah! Perfect!"

Some guards on walking duty were passing by and stopped, alerted by the horrendous noises, easily heard by anyone nearby, and that left very little, if not nothing to the imagination.

"A-aah please! Hermes! I can't-..." You gasped, your voice leaving you, "No more..."

Hermes, motivated, encouraged you further, purring, "No, no, you're doing great babe... Hmmm...That's what I like to see... Ah yes..!"

The guards hurried up to the cell you two were dwelling in and banged loudly on the metal door in hopes to shut you up.

"What the hell is going on here?!" One guard screamed and tried to check inside the room. But you girls were hidden right against the door, underneath the frame and perfectly in the guards' blind spot.

You two stiffled a laugh and continued on whatever you were doing. Yes. The plan was coming together amazingly.

Hermes was currently showing you some 'magic tricks' with playing cards. You were of course, completely failing and clumsily dropping the cards all over the place after trying your best to swipe and hold them in a way that would make any spectator blind to your misdirection and believe the cards were disappearing in your hands.

The Mexican was surprisingly good at these card tricks, things that she learned during her childhood, but she decided to add a little... spice to your teaching session. Something that would drive the prison staff nuts. Something that would make you pass time wonderfully in this boring prison.

"I can't do this, Hermes, we... We have to stop!" You cried with a hitched breath and the dark-skinned girl shushed you.

"Shhh. Relax, Y/N. You're too tense. Curl your fingers a bit. Oh-Yeah... Just like that... Aah~... See?"

"Yo-you're too good at this..."

"Let me teach you, guapa." She rasped and you let out an exaggerated ragged moan that she had to muster all her self-control to not burst into a laughing fit. What an actress you were.

"AAAHH~!"

The other guard came in to join his partner after leaving to call for help and you two could hear them bickering over what to do. The youngest, after getting insulted way too many names, eventually walked off again to call the supervisor.

"Come here supervisor! I heard them! Those two are at it as well!"

"Those damn lesbians, I'm so fucking tired!" The first guard commented as the supervisor stomped towards your cell and grumbled.

"I swear, these fucking girls are all so horny!" The man punched at the door, almost breaking it off its hinges and making you both flinch under the door. "HEY! MOVE AWAY FROM THE FUCKING DOOR YOU SLUTS!"

You put your hands over your mouths to silence your endless snickers and hurriedly got up, getting into the supervisor's view in front of the door's barred frame and forcing straight faces out of you.

"A problem, sir?" Hermes asked as calm as ever, her smirk effectively washed off her face.

"What the FUCK were you two doing in there?!" He growled, clearly not amused and way too busy to deal with that kind of joke.

"Nothing sir. We're playing with cards. Are we not allowed to?" She feigned as she tilted her head slightly, quirking an arrogant eyebrow. She too, was quite the actress.

"Tch, you freaks, I'm coming in." The supervisor fumbled messily with the keys and unlocked the door, missing the keyhole at least three times before succeeding, opening it wide and checked you two up and down scrutinizingly.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Neither of you looked disheveled in the slightest, and there were indeed cards sprawled onto the floor and in your hands.

He let out a suspicious drawn-out grunt and squinted his eyes at you, pointing an accusing finger at you two as he slowly backed out the door.

"I got my eyes on you, Costello, L/N. Don't you fucking mess with me." He hissed before slamming the door and locked it, walking away with the other guards close behind him.

When they were all out of earshot, you two finally burst into a laughter that you had been desperately containing as you slid back against the door, holding your stomach with pain from laughing so much.

"Man, we really got them!" Hermes obnoxiously sneered and you could only laugh back, contaminated by her laughter.

"Yeah! It was genius! And the overly lewd noises too! He was so red!" You added between laughs and slapped her arm playfully.

You both continued until your laughter died down a bit. You kept giggling softly and Hermes leaned over, smirking at you.

"Well," She purred and you looked back at her with wide eyes as she slid her hand up and down your thigh sensually. "Since they won't suspect a thing now, let's just get into the real deal, you're okay with that babe?"

And just like that, she grabbed your wrist and gently pinned you to the floor, connecting your lips with hers in a hungry and wet kiss.

And indeed, they did not suspect a thing after that.

Bonus:

"So Y/N is a bottom, huh?" Jolyne sneered as you all sat together at the cafeteria at lunchtime.

You gasped and blushed and Hermes wore her favourite expression. The smug one.

"I don't know what bottom is, but if Y/N is that I guess I approve." F.F said her straw between her lips before she slurped her drink again.

"Shut up. All of you!"

To be honest I didn't know what the Mexican accent sounded like until I started hanging out with @gio-is-writing and ??? Hello? Cute? Sexy? Be mine already.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #writing #jojo #x reader #reader insert #jjba #hermes costello #hermes costello x reader #hermes #hermes x reader #part 6 #jojo part 6 #stone ocean #jojo no kimyou na bouken

[microsuedemouse]

man it has been a MINUTE since I made my own post about anything fandom-related on this website but @suzirya is blogging about The Old Guard and I haven’t seen anyone else talking about it really and I’ve got. some thoughts

I had literally never heard of this movie at all until a few nights ago when we were eating dinner in the living room and my dad pulled it up and said ‘hey I want to watch this’ and played the trailer for my brother and me. We were pretty much like yeah, sure, we all enjoy a good action flick, and aside from my other brother (who was occupied with D&D) it ended up being the whole family watching it. and I enjoyed it WAY more than I’d anticipated, especially for something I’d never heard about.

if you don’t know what I’m talking about: drop what you’re doing and go watch The Old Guard on Netflix. (it’s a Netflix original so yes it will be there.) it’s a very fun and good action film based on a series of graphic novels about a small group of immortals trying to do what’s right. there are many selling points but one of them is that it will be very good for your little gay soul, bc Charlize Theron stars (in a character with no explicitly-stated romances but lots of relationships that will make you Feel Things) and two of the other main characters are two men who met during the Crusades and are just amazingly in love with each other. And not in a vague way that the straights can interpret as Powerful Friendship. They are explicitly in love with each other and so devoted and ugh.

ANYWAY. putting the rest of my chattering under a cut bc spoilers and also I’m a wordy piece of shit

1 - early in this movie I was thinking about how glad I am that Charlize Theron has stepped into this role of like... cool female action star, but also, her characters are never super sexed up. almost any female characters I can think of in action movies, if they’re part of the action rather than victims/bystanders, are always made sexy. even when they’re Strong sexy, they’re still... a lot sometimes? I was thinking especially of some Angelina Jolie stuff, Scarlett Johanssen, etc. there are probably lots of exceptions to this that I just don’t know but still - we’ve had Theron in several roles like this recently, and appearance-wise she’s treated with the same respect as her male counterparts, which is so fucking cool and also such a fucking relief. we all love beautiful ladies, obviously, but it’s so SO good to see our female heroes just doing their jobs, without us ever being made aware of their sexuality.

and as the movie went on this was hitting me more and more, and I was also thinking it about... everyone? like. the other female lead, played by KiKi Layne, was arguably more feminine than Theron but not any more sexualised. even once she’s out of her army fatigues she’s dressed with practicality in mind, and again, we never have her female-ness pointed out to us. and I was so about every bit of that. both objectively and as a person whose relationship to female-ness and femininity is kind of weird, it’s such a good thing to see leading women whose gender and appearances and bodies aren’t being focussed on that way.

and as a sidebar to that, while I wouldn’t describe any of the prominent male characters as unattractive by any means, none of them were like... Marvel-actor hot. and I just, idk, especially in action/superhero movies, that’s refreshing to me. a lot of them looked like Regular Dudes in a way that I find very appealing.

2 - can we TALK about Joe and Nicky. holy shit. my brother and I kept leaning over to each other to be like ‘if anything happens to either of them I’ll riot.’ I MEAN.

we got a genuine, explicit, on-screen established romance between these men. it was not implied, it was not just how the actors played it in the hopes that people would catch on - it was right there. they hold each other to sleep, they kiss each other with such love, they talk to other characters about how much they adore each other. they met during the Crusades. they’ve been in love for centuries! and they’re so sweet, so devoted, so adoring! and they never have any arguments or tension to further the plot (one of my personal most-hated plot devices in any story with an established relationship). they just spend this movie loving each other, protecting each other and their weird little family, doing anything they can for each other. they’re taken prisoner and spend their time awake joking and making each other smile. and the one singular bit of casual homophobia they encounter on-screen is met with a declaration of love so heartfelt and intense that the guy who made the shitty comment literally doesn’t know what to say - which is a brief but extremely good scene in the movie, imo.

oh, also worth noting: this romance is biracial and interfaith (inasmuch as either of them may be men of faith after being alive for centuries). just to add to how good this is to see on-screen. all of this on top of them being IMMORTAL AND UNKILLABLE. NO GAYS BURIED HERE

2.5 - can I talk for a second about how goddamn much I love seeing non-hetero romance in genre fiction!!! I know it’s getting easier to find, but still. genre fiction is very much my domain and I love seeing queer romance there, especially when it’s simply an accepted fact and the characters’ queerness isn’t central to the story. narratives about queerness are good and important and serve a function but most of them aren’t really my thing, personally. a story that’s about all kinds of other things but also has queer characters there, being themselves, being in love, is so 1000% my shit.

3 - also? Charlize Theron’s character, Andy?? fascinating from a queer perspective. she doesn’t have any explicitly-stated romance with anyone, but her relationships with other characters are so compelling and so interesting. The backstory about her and another immortal, Quynh, very very distinctly gives you the impression that they were women in love. everything about Andy’s guilt and bitterness over not having been able to find/save Quynh feels so much like there was a romance there. it could have been platonic or familial - they were together, without anyone else, for centuries at least, and therefore obviously developed a very deep love - but the way Andy talks about Quynh it feels so much like there was something left unsaid, or unresolved.

also, her scene with the clerk in the pharmacy. oh my god. this woman clearly recognises that whatever is going on with Andy, something is wrong, and she offers her help, no questions asked. she takes her into the back room and patches up her wound. this scene has such an inherent intimacy because of the close quarters and the privacy and the act taking place, but... there’s also this really interesting connection happening between them, where they recognise something in one another but don’t state it. (personally, I couldn’t help wondering if the clerk was a domestic abuse survivor, maybe? but there are so many ways you could interpret her character from her behaviour and dialogue in that scene, and I’d love to see other people’s takes.)

and then on the other hand you have her relationship with Booker, who’s been with her the longest out of any of the living immortals. they’re incredible. their relationship is so, so interesting and well-depicted! they have such chemistry, that you can easily read as romantic or platonic. they’ve been together for so many hundreds of years and they work together, trust each other, with such a deep understanding and love and respect. and it never quite tips over into the romance you kind of think it will, which imo only makes it that much more compelling - there are so many directions you could take that dynamic.

4 - and then on the topic of Booker: I am SO into the way his betrayal was handled.

he did, undeniably, betray the others. there’s no argument on that fact. his motivations were understandable (and heartbreaking), even to Andy, though certainly not an excuse. so yes, they were furious with him. reasonably so! but... that didn’t actually break their relationships with him. they didn’t leave him behind in the lab, even if in some ways they might have wanted to. and in the ensuing battle, they were still able to work together and trust each other as they always have. the damage done to their larger relationship was put aside to be dealt with after all of this, as it should be. and even when they did deal with it, what they agreed on was just a century of exile from their group. given the lives they’re all living, that seems like such a mild sentence.

but to me, it makes so much sense. again, these people have lived for centuries, and there are so few of them. they need each other. the bonds they’ve formed over all this time together - the trust, the love, the sense of family - would not only be vital to both their survival and their sanity, but also incredibly difficult to truly break. what he did would seem unforgivable from an outside perspective, and even after that century passed I’m certain he’d have to earn back their trust and respect, but it makes absolute sense that they’d be willing to take him back one day.

god. GOD. I’m sure there’s more I could talk about but this is what I can think of right now and I’ve been typing for like forty minutes probably so I’m done for now but.

god.

this movie and its characters GOT ME, guys. I’m really in it. ugh UGH

#the old guard #Courtney talks

[let-sanji-say-fuck]

Can I request some X Drake SMUT AS HECCCKKK w fem s/o. Just so much dirt. Any dirt. As dirty as you want ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Oh jeez, what about dirty AND fluffy? Yay for Dino bae requests! ✧*｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡

Word count: 2150.

Warnings: heavy smut, dirty talking, unprotected sex, beware the eventual fluff.

Diez Drake

“I’m flattered, being invited over by a Marine. A Rear Admiral at that!”

“Don’t be so full of yourself, pirate. This is just an interrogation.”

“Oh?” Her pink lips curved upwards, drawing an impish smile. “In your bedroom, Sir?”

Drake decided to remain quiet, simply staring at the woman who was sitting comfortably on the edge of his bed. His eyes noticed every movement she made, from the tilt of her head as she inspected her surroundings to the shift of her wrists, which were resting on her lap and trying to get used to the heavy handcuffs. The man was confident, however, that she wouldn’t try anything stupid. The door was locked, and so were the windows. She had nowhere to run.

“You bear more knowledge than you should.” His gaze was piercing, but she just returned a carefree flutter of those eyelashes. “About Vegapunk, and about the Pacifista project. A pirate like you should have never gained access to such information, don’t you think?” [Name] snorted.

“It was just a stroke of luck, really. I’m not interested in spreading the information, so no need to worry.” His eyes hardened, but she still didn’t look the least intimidated by the large man looming over her defenseless shape. “Are you really going to send me to Impel Down for this? There’s guys out there who have done far worse than me, I dare say this is really unfair.” She eyed Drake up and down before raising her eyebrows and chuckling low in her throat. “But I must admit the guards in that damned prison would do a much better work at getting information from me.”

“Are you implying that my method is mediocre?” His question was a low rumble that he voiced as slowly as he leaned down, placing his open, gloved hands on the wide expanse of her bare thighs. Now at eye level with her, [Name] could perfectly see those darkened eyes that were full of promises.

“Oh, mediocre at best, indeed. Only two questions in and you still haven’t earned yourself a strong reaction from me… I’d say you’ve failed as the bad cop.” Her own voice was so low that Drake wouldn’t have been able to catch it had it not been for the closeness she had created between the two of them. Her lips were almost brushing against his, eyes staring into his adoringly, mischievously, and he had to let out a shaky breath to regain focus again. She smirked. “I’ll be very disappointed in the Navy if this is everything a Rear Admiral can do…”

“As I said before, pirate,” Drake spat the word, feeling content with the yelp that came from her when he pushed her down on her back, pining her wrists above her head as he caged her poorly-clad body between the bed and his broad torso, “don’t be so full of yourself. I’ve only just started.”

[Name] looked like she was about to say something, but the sudden hands on her chest only conceded her the ability to release a series of shocked whimpers. The lack of bra underneath her thin shirt helped her feel every caress and pinch delivered to her sensitive nipples, which were hard enough to be noticeable at this point. Drake shuddered, short on mercy as he groped and caressed her full mounds, but she only continued to grin and hum in approval, fingers twitching and wishing to return the touch, but her hands remained above her head without any kind of assistance from Drake’s.

“How did you manage to sneak into there?” His voice took a ragged quality when he revealed her soft breasts, discarding her shirt as far as he could; the handcuffs only allowed him to pool it around her wrists so, he decided, that would have to do, but the heat added to her already clammy hands made her mewl in discomfort. He closed his eyes, returning his hands to the naked skin and feeling the hard peaks under his thumbs, getting used to the perfectly round shape with the rest of his fingers and palms.

“Sneak into where?” The harsh tweak on her nipples earned him a pained grunt, followed by the impatient whimpers caused by the soothing caresses that came afterwards. She looked up at him and noticed that his eyes were on her every expression. She blushed a pretty pink, and he huffed.

“I’m the one asking questions here.” One of his hands started to wander lower, skimming around the dip of her bellybutton and feeling the quiver of her skin. “How did you get into Vegapunk’s research laboratory?”

“I-I already told you! I came across it and…” She cursed herself for stuttering, but cursed even more when she yelped once again, his thumb and index finger pinching her nipple again; seemingly, he had not been satisfied with where her answer was steering towards. “It was daytime, it’s less crowded, and I managed to knock one guard unconscious and disguise myself. The oldest trick in the book, y’know.” She breathed shakily when the one hand he had freed from a leather glove while she spoke slid under the hem of her shorts, feeling her underwear and unavoidably feeling how wet he was getting her. His still-gloved hand abandoned the absent caressing on her chest to expose her underwear, and [Name] sighed.

“Old indeed, I wonder if that’s how you actually got in…” His voice was slightly strained, but immediately regained an alluring authoritative tone that went straight to her core, as did the look he was giving her. “Legs wide open.”

As she slowly obeyed his command, Drake got rid of his heavy coat, white vest and cravat, and kicked his boots away, leaving him in a deep blue, button-up shirt, his long, white and impossibly tight trousers and only one glove. Placing his hands on either knee of hers to keep her legs as apart as possible, he hungrily eyed the center of her panties, where a sticky wetness had spread. [Name] noticed the deep color that crept to his neck, cheeks and ears, but wasn’t given a chance to comment about it when his nude hand palmed her hot core, middle finger digging to find her hole through the cloth.

“Did you take any blueprints with you? Where did you hide them, if so?” Kneeling down on the floor, he brought her hips closer, resting her knees on top of his shoulders. Her thighs shivered in anticipation, and she just sighed heavily when she felt his finger push the soaked panties to the side. Drake stared at her wet lips and pearly clit, exhaling a silent curse to himself. The musk was already getting to his head, and one thumb kept poking at her entrance, never fully pushing in, before he nuzzled her inner thigh, looking up at her. “You better start singing everything you know.”

The first words were hard to get out with his tongue and lips working enthusiastically around her clit, and a couple of fingers pumping and curling inside of her, but [Name] eventually managed to come up with excuses and, even more difficult, voice them properly. She babbled on and quite literally moaned about how she left those blueprints in her ship, then decided that it wasn’t a good enough excuse, because she then mentioned a partner in crime named Dory (who could eat her out just as amazingly as Drake, or so she needlessly added).

Feeling a strong orgasm coming too close for comfort, her hands, which had already sought place in his ginger hair, started to tug at and mess with the carefully-styled faux hawk. She cursed loudly, feeling that Drake wouldn’t move from the space between her legs, nor did he stop his ministrations. She cried, frustrated, and tugged harshly.

“F-Fuck, Drake…” He finally noticed the reprimanding tone in her whisper and froze immediately, looking up to watch her mewl, buck her hips a few times and heave a long sigh. When he straightened up, he noticed the glare she was directing at him, and stared at her with a slightly sheepish glint in his eyes. After wiping his mouth and clearing his throat a little, he brought his hands to the zipper of his trousers, and stared at her body, beautifully flushed and heaving with shallow breaths, while managing to slip his cock out of his constrictive underwear.

Bringing himself down to rest his knees on the edge of the mattress, he stopped [Name] before she could fully shift onto her hands and knees, which seemed to be her intention. Instead, he gripped her hip softly and sought place between her legs again, this time rubbing the tip of his dick against her wet entrance. He looked down at her and noticed her hard gaze.

“I’m going in,” warned Drake gently before pushing inside in shallow thrusts, mindful of her comfort. She stared at him as he reached into his pocket and pulled a small key that he used to swiftly free her hands from the handcuffs. Immediately after, her hands rested on his shoulders, massaging gently, and his hands cupped her cheeks, rubbing softly at the reddened skin and looking into her eyes with a certain fondness. Even after the long stare contest, he had yet to start moving.

“God, Drake.” Her laugh came like a breeze of fresh air, and he smiled when she playfully shoved his chest. Far from managing to throw him off balance, her hands started to unbutton his shirt, which he helped her remove, and stroked along the black ink on his skin. “You are supposed to fuck me into joining the Navy, not look at me like you fell in love with me all over again.” He returned the chuckle, feeling a pleasant lightness in his chest when he finally started to move; far from fucking her into the mattress, his hips snapped rhythmically and with utmost care.

“I’m sorry, my dearest.” His apology was half-assed, she knew that he knew it wasn’t in him to give her a rough time in bed. Sitting up a little while seeking support by locking her legs around his hips, she reached for his lips, kissing him gently and feeling him pick up some speed ever so slightly. She swallowed and returned a line of moans that rumbled from deep within his chest. His hands were restless, feeling her every curve the hotter his body became. He considered kicking his trousers off, but the idea of having to leave her slick warmth even for just a second appealed to him even less than having to endure the scorching heat that only she could bring upon him.

“You know, I wasn’t lying earlier,” she stared suddenly, a playful curve on her lips. Drake stared down at her with curious eyes, but his thrusts never faltered. With a gentle laugh-turned-moan, her smirk widened. “When I said that Dory eats my pussy like a champ, I meant it.”

“[Name]…”

“He fucks me so well, too. He’s so gentle with me, but always makes me feel so good.” She knew what she was doing to him, she knew from the even more intense blush that adorned his cheeks, and the quicker his pace was becoming, his tip massaging slightly deeper inside of her. Her mouth remained open to allow several cries, brows furrowed as she tried her best to keep eye contact with him. His hands slipped into hers and felt them squeeze tighter when she finally reached her high. “Shit! I love you, Dory!”

With a low groan that barely passed through clenched teeth, Drake pulled out swiftly and, with the aid of a few, shallow pumps, was coming on her belly, repeatedly sighing that he loved her just as much as she claimed that she loved him.

Drake stayed on his knees, staring down at the messy love of his life, who looked spent but very much satisfied. Through half-lidded, sleepy eyes, she invited him to join her, which he gladly did once he had cleaned the thick cum from her skin and had finally removed those pants. Watching him kick them away, [Name] couldn’t help the small chuckle.

“I’m glad you didn’t burn your uniform from the old, Navy times. It’s confirmed, it’s goddamn amazing for roleplaying sessions.” She drew a beautiful, carefree smile when she felt the mattress dip heavily under his full weight, his long arms bringing her in for a sweet embrace as he kissed her forehead and brushed some of the hair sticking to it from the sweat. When he returned her relaxed expression, she laughed loudly, slapping his shoulder gently. “But next time, don’t try to make me cum when you’re supposed to be torturing me!” Because Drake was fairly new to most things she recommended in bed, but [Name] would see to it that there was a next time.

#Diez Drake #Female Pronouns #Smut #Fluff #Scenario #One Piece #Anonymous

[twodapperqueens]

Hullo! You're writing is marvelous! Could you do a Loki imagine where he's ruling Asgard and falls in love with a servant he found singing, but he can't be his usual flirty self because he's disguised as Odin? All the awkward/cutesy fluff xD

A/N: Why thank you so much, anon!! I actually really like this prompt so I had a bit of fun. XD

Y/F/N- your family/father’s name

You had been quietly playing and singing for a group of children who listened, enraptured by your beautiful voice. It was your pride and joy to sing, and you couldn’t help but cave when a group of children had begged you to keep singing for them. You’d been giving them a sort of concert of sorts, some of them even going to sleep before you received a special guest. Your king, Odin, leaned a hand against a pillar as the children scurried up, waking up their friends with laughter and left you with him. You quickly stand and bow but he waves a hand with a chuckle. 

“No no, my dear, please continue. It’s quite a lovely sound.” He encouraged, smiling under his white beard. You blink and hesitantly smile back, sitting back down and prepare to play again. 

“That one was a sonnet of some of your adventures.” You say quietly and he lets out a soft laugh. 

“Ah ha. I see…” 

“Do you… request anything, your majesty?” You look back up at him and he drums his fingers on the pillar. 

“How about your name, my dear.” You blink, slowly tilting your head. Odin has been acting differently ever since Loki had died and Thor had left to Midgard. He had never been quite so expressive, and he’d never shown any interest in your singing, or anyone’s singing for that matter. 

“It’s Y/N, daughter of Y/F/N.” You finally say, gently strumming a few notes on your instrument. He let out a soft ‘ah’ of acknowledgement, and you looked down at your fingers. After a moment of melodic indecision, your hands settled on a familiar song. It was a very old sonnet, one that had nearly been forgotten. You continued to sing under Odin’s eyes, and a few times you thought that he might have opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. When you finished, you were smiling with fond memories. 

“That was beautiful,” Odin said with an oddly soft smile. 

“Thank you,” You said with a grateful smile. “It’s a pleasure to play for you, your majesty.” It really was, even if you felt awkward about it. Your talents were known, yes, but only ever in the mundane sense. 

“The pleasure was all mine, Y/N,” Odin spoke with a strange tone, almost strained like he was attempting to stop something. You shook your speculations away. This was Odin, after all, he was your King. You bowed your head with a smile. “I hope to hear you again,” He said suddenly, turning to walk away. “Goodbye, Y/N.” Odin’s words left you in a shock, blinking in confusion as he swept away. What was that?

                                                   ~oOo~

Your odd encounters with Odin continued, at first sparingly. as they become more frequent, your suspicions were raised. Why would Odin talk to someone like you? You were a servant, who spent your spare time singing for children. The whole ordeal was rather confusing. You were thinking this over as you walked the halls of the palace, in between jobs. You had a small gate of time that you had to yourself, and you found yourself wondering into the surprisingly empty throne room. You slowly walked forward, slowly taking in all the sights of the beautiful hall. Subconsciously you began humming, listening to how the sound flowed in the hall. It reverberated amazingly, as expected from the Throne Room of Odin. 

“It is a rare beauty to hear your voice in my hall,” a voice startled you, causing you to spin around as he continued, “let alone to see you in it. Welcome, Y/N.” Odin. Your eyes grew wide as he approached you, and you quickly bowed.

“Your majesty, I deeply apologize for my intrusion,” You rushed out, trying to ignore the fondness found in Odin’s voice. “I was only-”

“There is no need to apologize, love.” His voice had changed, and you looked up quickly. The lost prince stood before you, where Odin had only seconds before. You thought it wasn’t possible for your eyes to get any wider. Your mouth fell open but ne held a finger up to his lips with a coy smile, then transformed back into Odin right before your eyes. He motioned his head to where some guards were walking in, implying a secret to be covered up. Your mind was blank as he nodded his head to you like the two of you had just finished a conversation. “well then, I shall call for you to preform later today.” What did he… You bowed again quickly. 

“Thank you, your majesty,” You rushed out, hoping that your nervousness and shock played off as excitement. You kept your head down as you left, trying to comprehend what just happened. Odin was not … Odin, but Loki? It would explain the behavior change, but … Your mind needed a break. surely your dear friend Sena would understand your not being there. You left the hall and wove your way to the gardens. Nothing helped you find your mind better than mindless playing and being outdoors. You kept your instrument in a specific hidden place when you couldn’t carry it, in a tree that your family had often sat around. grabbing your instrument alone gave you a healthy sense of peace, and you sat down to sing. Your thoughts wondered over what you had just witnessed, until you came to terms with what happened. 

You had always thought that the Trickster God was attractive, much like other women in Asgard. He had never taken the time to notice you before, which was expected. You were a servant, after all. But now? He had seen you. What would this entail?

                                                  ~oOo~

It seems that Odin - no, Loki - really did want to see you. Not to preform, however. It was a private place for you to talk, where he shed his illusion. It was absolutely overwhelming, in the best way. The two of you talked for ages it seemed, and also like no time at all. Soon enough it was time for you to go, and he bid you goodnight. 

That was the first of many secret meetings. You almost wondered if the two of you were becoming too close, given the narrowly missed slip ups he had nearly caused himself. It was a miracle you had even made it to this meeting, in all honesty. You looked down at Loki, threading your fingers through his hair. He was reading, leaving you to your thoughts. You smiled, then tipped your head back to look at the ceiling. What was it you were just thinking about? oh, yes. Loki, almost blowing his own cover. You laughed quietly as your mind fastened on a specific event. 

You were singing, to children who were absolutely charming and insisted on singing with you. Your small group of cuteness stumbled through a few verses of a unknown melody, laughing and stopping frequently. It was the most fun you had had in a while, if you were honest. Loki strolled by, as Odin, and stopped to listen. The children could not see him, but you did, and you smiled at him. He smiled back, walking behind the children as stealthily as he could. They seemed to deem him as a passerby, and kept singing with a sort of reckless abandon that only a child could have. 

“What a scene I have found myself upon,” He suddenly said, scaring the children a bit. They hastily bowed to them, but you just smiled. 

“Hello, Your Majesty. It is nice to see you,” You said truthfully. the two of you hadn’t gotten to hang out often because of kingly things that you weren't involved in. He smiled, and watched as the children excused themselves to their mother’s calls. He sat next to you. “no guards?” you asked cautiously. He shook his head.

“Not this time, darling.” He said in his own voice. You couldn’t help but smile a bit. He had begun to lean a bit closer when the official call of the guards rang out. You stifled a chuckle as he lurched into a standing position. Honestly, you were surprised that the guards hand’t caught on yet. 

“Your Majesty, it’s time to -” Loki cut them off with a sharp wave of his hand, striding away with what looked like an almost embarrassed expression on his face. That made you laugh a bit more, and -

“And what are you chuckling about?” Loki’s voice startled you from your memories. You looked down at him fondly. 

“Nothing, I promise,” You said with a easy smile. He made a disbelieving noise, setting his book down. He didn’t believe you, and you knew it. He sat up, narrowing his eyes at you playfully. Loki leaned closer. 

“Mmhmm, I totally believe you,” He said with a mocking giggle. You protested a bit, eyes trailing over his beautiful face and settling on his lips, which had twitched into a knowing smirk. Your were hot and most likely red as he pressed a kiss to your lips, an underlying hunger burning just below everything. However, Loki pulled away, settling himself in your lap again with his book. 

“sing for me please?”

He asked after a long moment of peaceful silence. Now there was something you could do. 

“of course.” 

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[cutegirlmayra]

Hello:D I was wondering if you could do a prompt where Sonic and the gang are going to a Halloween party. Amy dresses in a costume to impress Sonic but ignores him the whole time. Then she starts getting unwanted attention from other guys and the blue blur has to come in save the day. Maybe in the boom!universe?

Sure thing!

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Prompt:

Amy was scouring the stores and looking in every nook and cranny. She desperately was trying to find something worth all the blood, sweat, and tears of laboriously working for enough money to pay the ultimate price.

The perfect costume.

She pulled out a fluffy looking bunnies attire, and swished it back behind her, “Not really ‘me’.” she mused, before pulling out an Egyptian outfit. “Ohh~ But kinda last century.” she flopped it behind her again.

She began to grow irritable.

She dug her head into the rack, flinging out costume after costume. “Dragon, warlord, fairy, mermaid-AH!” she leaned up and gripped her head, “No, no, no! I can’t wear something tacky that fades into the background! It has to be perfect! A stylish witch! An alluring enchantress! A Shakespearian elite could work if it looked different than every other Cinderella!” she looked and looked before finally wearing herself out. (pun intended.)

She landed hard to the ground, sliding against the stripped and spinning, circular clothes rack that looked dizzy from Amy’s assault on it.

She leaned against the cold metal beam, and banged her head back on it, letting her back drop further down its spine.

“It’s no use…” she sighed, “I wanted to impress him this year… but everything is old-hat. So… melodramatic… if I just had one perfect costume… something to really make him stop and stare. Then-..!”

She turned, seeing something sparkle from a store-working moving it with a clawed instrument up to hang on the wall.

She walked towards it, slowly rising up and having it glimmer in her glossy eyes.

It was just her… and that outfit.

“Oh-ho-ho…” she giggled, before swiping it away from the true object she was looking at,”Nuh-uh. That one!” an ugly looking fall-dress that seemed to be something to add to a scarecrow outfit.

She squee’d, her hands shaking in her excitement as she bent forward, still holding the ‘ideal’ dress in her hands that she had yanked away. “Perfect!”

Once home, Amy got straight to work.

The black dress with the fall-leaf design that was loose fabric over the shoulders, the side and down the dress, and elsewhere that she began to change and alter.

She bit down on her thread and went straight to work crafting jewels into the dress, making a patch and giving herself a stylish adventure pouch.

She was going to be unique this year! And Sonic wasn’t going to walk by without a double-take!

The party at Meh-Burger’s special Spooky deals started already, and the team waited with their make-shift costumes on Amy, wondering where she was.

Tails was stuck in a half-tin, half-cardboard box which was equipped with a phony twirling gun that glowed when he hit the trigger. He called it his cyborg death-ray.

Knuckles was a roman lancer, though everytime he struck the pose and threw his large prop of a spear, it would crash and he would flinch at some poor cat squealing in fright or pain.

“Eh-heh… opps.”

“Where’s Amy?” Tails waddled in his claustrophobic outfit over to Sonic, who was tapping his foot, wearing a metal-band outfit with face makeup.

“I don’t know. But it’s not like her to keep her ‘adoring public’ waiting.” Sonic fanned a hand out, a slight mock in good spirits. “You know Amy.. she always likes to take every and any opportunity to look good and show it off.” he grumbled a bit, looking annoyed at waiting before Tails saw his eyes droop down in impatience.

He chuckled a bit, “Yeah, I wonder why she always does that.” he gave a sly smile to his friend, shifting his eyes to him and then waddling to turn his back to him.

“And why you’re always around when she does…” he quickly wandered off, leaving Sonic confused at his words.

He huffed and pouted, folding his arms as Sticks crawled around, looking on guard and trying to attack a kid with an alien costume. “She’s not trying to be better than me!” he clearly didn’t get the implied subtext…

“I know the aliens are hiding out here…” Sticks jumped on a table, her boomerang held high, “Show yourselves, you cowards!” she hunched herself down and gripped the edge of the table, shouting out a battle-cry before Sonic zoomed over with a sigh and caught her in midair.

“Sticks. Who are you dressed as?” he looked bored saying this, not even looking down at the poor kid he just saved from Sticks’s wrath.

“I never put on a mask! Ek-ehhh!” Sticks swiped at the air towards the kid, trying to reach him. “Humm…” she gave up and Sonic let her down.

“You know? The scariest thing you can be is yourself.” She put her hands on her hips, and looked for a second almost wise with her head held high… then she saw a kid in an octopus costume and charged them, ramming them over. “AHHH!!! Show yourself you, alien scum!”

“Mommy!”

Sonic shook his head, “Knnucckklless..! Sticks is being weird again.” Sonic leaned over his shoulder and called.

“I can take it from here…”

A hand lightly grazed his backspines and lingered over his shoulder.

Sonic froze with a jolt and watched the odd, spider-design laced gloves trace his curve and then flick off to carry his gaze down to the woman’s side.

“Sticks?”

The woman held herself with confidence, something Sonic had only seen in one… other… girl…

She placed a seductive hand on her hip and then flicked her finger out to call Sticks again. “Sit.” she instructed.

Sticks looked away from the kid she had pounced on and growled towards Amy.

“Hey! What makes you think you can-!” she wagged her boomerang at her, not like being ordered in such a way, before Amy took her hands and scratched under her ears.

“W-wo-woah, momma…” Sticks’s leg suddenly started tapping widely like an animal, as Amy lured her down to the ground and then got her to sit down.

“Now… play dead.” she rolled her over and Sticks lay with her tongue flung out to the side as if hyped up on catnip.

“I don’t know what you are… but it’s some kinda voodoo magic…” she mouthed out, still in her lulled sense of submission. “But I will find you.. and I will stop you..”

“Hehe, it’s me, Sticks.” Amy drew back her black hood with lace lining its surroundings.

Sticks turned to Amy with absolute shock, “Woah!” she stood up on all fours. “You gotta be kiddin’ me! I thought yous were a hypnotic witch!”

“Nope.” Amy rose up from her squat, as the boys gathered behind her and she removed her hood to reveal her patterned makeup was that of flowers, vines, and other natural beauties. “Mother Nature.” she turned to the men, “But having fallen from the natural law of things.. she now seeks to restore her throne… any means necessary.” she removed the draping cape from the front of her and placed it over her shoulders.

The men gasped, as the party music stopped and everyone’s eyes were on Amy’s amazingly detailed workmanship.

She swayed her hips out, acting older than her age and strut right by Sonic, turning to the DJ.

“Something I can move to, please?” She placed an elbow on Dave’s workplace, trying to act friendly.

“Oh, I don’t know… My mom said not to touch it so much… it can get temperamental..” he whispered the last part to her, worriedly.

She winked and leaned further up. “I’m sure she won’t mind… if I supervise you…”

He gulped and quickly fumbled with records. “This goes out to the only girl who didn’t hurl fruit at my face.” he then sighed and played a dancy tune.

Sonic snapped himself out from the effects of the pause button his brain had defensively turned on, but then he worried that Amy really was trying to steal the spotlight from him, and was angrily thinking of ways to make an outstanding comeback.

But before he could even get a thought in there, a group of men gathered behind him.

“Who is that?” “She’s gorgeous!” “I wouldn’t mind dancing with her tonight!”

Sonic shifted his head to them for a moment, before rolling his eyes and looking at Amy from the corner of his eye, shrugging. “Dudes, chill. It’s just Amy…”

“Amy~” the boys swooned, as Sonic– for some unknown reason to himself– panickily looked to each in awkward concern.

“Wait! C-come on, you guys, you… You know her!” he gestured back to her, dancing so carefree, before showing Sonic a mischievous smile and curling her fingers for him to join her.

The men slipped to the ground, “Yeah… I know her… in my dreams..”

“Ugh.” Sonic face-planted,… but peeked through his fingers at her seductive eyes.

‘What she playin’ at..?’ he asked himself, before pushing the dazed men back and walking briskly towards her.

“Whatever this is-” he started, “You’re not winni-NG!” he stuck a finger out at her before she took his hand and pulled him out on the dance floor.

Take a sip of my secret potion. I’ll make you fall in love~ For a spell that can’t be broken, one drop should be enough~ Boy, you belong to me! I got the recipe!

….And it’s called black magic~

For a moment, Sonic was awkwardly fumbling along with her, as she laughed and broke from her previous act.

She twirled under the raised hand she held up for him and then moved her back closer to his. She flicked some glitter that was in her hair out of her face and swayed back and forth with him.. flickering her eyes to try and look to his face but then away. ‘I can’t let this advantage just slip by me! This time- You won’t be able to back down from me, Sonic!’

“W-woah-hey!” Sonic was pulled along as she danced before a man swiped her out from Sonic’s forced dancing she was putting him through.

He spun away, before flailing his arms out to gain some balance and turned back to see her pushing away from the man

“Ugh, let me go, you creep!”

“Hey, toots. Just one dance, eh?” he wrapped an arm around Amy’s waist as she turned her head away from his and grimaced, annoyed.

‘I didn’t think I’d get this much attention… I just wanted Sonic to see me decked out, not for these guys to get fresh!’

Instinctively, almost as quickly as the man had done the action, Sonic had yanked the arm off from around her and thrust the arm away, causing the man to stumble back.

“H-hey, what gives?”

“She’s not your date.”

The record skipped to a halt as Dave looked down a second.

Rah rah ah-ah-ah! Ro mah ro-mah-mah, Gaga oh-la-la! Want your bad romance~  

He quickly and with great difficulty of ‘grace’, stopped the track.

“Are you.. her..?” the man pointed to Sonic.

“Dance partner?!” Sonic avoided in all seriousness, and did a breakdancing move to intimidate, before landing with flare.

The crowd cheered, especially Tails, Knuckles, and Sticks, who thought this was interesting.

“Come on! I bet you can’t top those sick moves!”

Suddenly, Sonic lost confidence when he saw the man and his boys start breaking out moves too.

Tails, in his getup, and Knuckles suddenly strode up behind him.

“Dudeittute!” he almost summoned them, but they folded their arms and nodded, doing their routine.

The dance battle went on before Amy stepped out, shocking everyone before Sticks joined and the Sonic gang all got together to push the man out from the dance floor, making him stumble into the punch bowl where the mayor got sprayed with the splash.

“Hoho, I seem to have been in the ‘punch-zone’ hoho!”

“is that a fact?” A fancy man with his fist raised smirked.

“Oh no! Last year’s runner-up!” he ran off as the other man followed him, “Oh dear!”

“Amy! That was-!” Sonic excitedly ran up to her, arms out as if to embrace her.

She smiled with a flutter in her heart, holding a hand to her heart before he stopped himself, and leaned back, growing shy and awkward, and scratched the back of his head.

“I-I mean… great moves back there.” he smiled, sheepishly.

She chuckled in a bit of nerves, shifting her eyes about after realizing he wasn’t going to embrace her and got equally as awkward as well. “R-right… thank you.”

So you wanna play with magic? Boy, you should know whatcha falling for~

The music started again as Dave cowered while it scatched the record as if devouring it in place before it setlled into it’s ring. The two stood awkwardly in front of each other, swaying on heels or bobbing with the music, pursing their lips, looking down or around behind them, hands either together in front of them or behind their backs.

“…Oh, dance with her already!” Percy cried out, as the twins pushed the two together, and they startled into each other’s faces.

They froze as they were so close, closer than any other adventure in their life… any other time in the milliena they’ve ever known each other.

Baby do you dare to do this? Cause I’m coming atcha like a dark horse~

“W-well… heh, shouldn’t spoil the party.” Sonic was frizzled up, his chest out to her before he calmed his body down and moved back a bit.

immediately, she stepped up, not wanting the distance to lengthen between them. “O-oh, sure! you should take my hand…t-then..” she dipped her head down a bit, her eyes staring with a nervous excitement into his.

They paused in the electricity around them… before Sonic gulped and took her hand. “I’ll lead.” he smiled, charmingly, and this time did, in fact, guide her to the dance floor again.

She giggled, swaying to the music.

Are you ready for, ready for~ A perfect storm, perfect storm~ Cause once you’re mine, once you’re mine….

They stopped, but not before Sonic pulled her closer and had his nose to the side of her cheek, staring as close they may ever go to looking directly in one another’s eyes.

There’s no going back.

(I took creative liberties and made this AU, hope that’s cool XD)

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