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bluiex · 9 months

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i put it in google docs to check the word count it’s a bit over 1000 words so that’s fun, but without further ado, i present:

funny things i have read in smut:

“Then he hit the bundle of nerves that fanfic readers are all too familiar with.”

“Luckily he is also a slippery motherfucker.”

“inexperienced in the art of giving giant people hand jobs.”

“Getting cock blocked my a church!”

“I’m not a food (name)”

“unsure why (name) was treating him like he was at the dentist”

“Also when they arrived (name) threw a plushie at them, hitting (name) square in the face.”

“I-uh I wh-uhm I”

“Breed! Breed! Breed! Mate! Mate! Mate!”

“(name) smiled “sure just don’t kill me””

“(name) would probably just scold them and then offer some advice and (name) would probably just laugh and offer to punch (name)’s stomach or some bullshit. “

“She then sauntered her way back to the over-eager man laying in an idiotic position on the bed, probably trying to be mock-seductive.”

“"What? Don't you like what you see?"”

“he let out a shaky breath and stood up straight(gay)”

“(name) finds out where all the missing orphans went, and no, it’s not Technoblade.”

“(very unimaginative for a nonhuman, what were his parents thinking?)”

“it was at that moment that (name) had internally asked himself three questions: am I really considering sex with a dragon? Is this really what my life has come to? Dragon fucking?”

“" Sorry gang I have to take the fattest piss in the whole year."”

“"I just don't think you are gonna be screaming pickles in the middle of fucking-"”

“Angry at (name) for even having the audacity to be alive and breathing.”

““Look, I’m your chambermaid not your chambertherapist,””

““I saw a man purchasing cocaine from another man.” He mentioned offhandedly.”

“"Fuck you" he responded, lowering himself to lay on the monsters chest and stomach.

'That's what your doing'”

“Author: Am eating cucumber”

“(name” smirked with delight, reaching down to poke at his cloaca”

“he got so many new experiences (yes, even beans on toast)”

“”did you just.. call me dude in a romantic way?”

““Were you expecting me to say ‘it’s dishonourable to attack when not ready!’?””

“(names) hands are shaking so much that he might actually shoot one of them in the foot. Which would seriously kill the mood.”

“Is he not also deserving of being a sexy pirate with huge tits?”

“He doesn’t know what he’ll do if (name) pulls away and starts talking again. Cry, probably.”

“sorry i was possessed by an evil spirit called homosexuality writing this”

“im normal *paces around my cage*”

“i need to fuck this himbo.”

“am I saying that gay sex is the solution to relationship problems? Absolutel- *dies*”

“and precisely nothing changes between Pearl and Scott.”

“the real fantasy here is having a shower that's big enough for more than one person lmao”

“not like he was thinking of boneing (name) or (name) anytime soon.”

“(name) has eaten (name) out (wow that's really a sentence I just typed)”

“Tea anon *shakes you like a maraca*”

“because holy hell (name) has got to have some absolutely incredible thighs”

“I know that we all universally agree that (name) has the biggest dick on the server”

“I just think they should fuck and it would solve all their problems. Or make them worse, but at least they’d have fucked <3”

““tiddies plz? May I have a face full of them?””

“(especially after he's been fucked into the next century by her-)”

“When he is satisfyied and (name) is a right mess and a little hard- (name) just leaves lmao”

“You have my utmost respect and love person who suggested it I will give you a handshake”

“Hi I have a headache the size of Texas but that doesn’t stop the Headcanons from plaguing me like visions.”

“(name) just walkin around butt ass naked, dick out :sobs: /pos”

“getting the fucked and bred into the next century-“

“"he's a fucking dumbass jesus christ i want to bear his children"”

“(name) lingered, because he was a simple man, and couldn’t turn down a chance to look at (name)’s ass. In his defence, it was not a bad choice. Man.”

“Not that burying his face in (name)’s tits was a bad time,”

“(name) slurred out a grumbling complaint, so far from any word that (name) was almost impressed.”

“(name), I am going to set you on fire, please.”

“(name) raised his eyebrows at (name)’ choice to not wear underwear. The man was truly feral sometimes.”

“This goes even harder (hehe)”

“Why do school work when imaginary men can fuck in our heads *gets run over*”

“Unfortunately, it covered all of (name)’s actual ass,”

“his eyes relaxing and focusing in on the much nicer view of (name)’s chest.”

““Are you saying that to me, or my boobs?””

“little panting sounds as he tried to remember how to breathe.”

“He needed to scream into a pillow, like, now. And then do other things with that pillow”

“She could talk to him however the fuck she wanted after riding him like that.”

“And my god if anyone saw his back they'd think he got attacked by a bear or something “

“(name)’s sense of time is a little – hah! – fucked right now.”

“resisted that dang mouth”

“(name) has two tits!”

“a worker is giving him a weird look for clearly having boner while staring at some bell peppers.”

“He really was a friend shaped nugget”

““If it's not a booty call I'm not interested,” “

“(name) bussy canonically has the power to unlock peoples closeted inner fruit”

“the glass was so fragile that gay sex was enough to shatter it”

“just waiting for (name) to calm down. (name) also waits for (name) to calm down.”

“and enjoy the ride””

“nor does (name) actually get off on being commanded to fuck. (well, he might. i've never asked.)”

““I’m at a vulnerable time in my species transition and you’re making sex slave jokes?””

““Well, stop being horny for five seconds and let me finish explaining.””

“Gotta have a weird gay thing going with at least one of your friends at all times.””

““Oh no, your dick is broken! I’m prescribing you blow jobs~””

“trying to look calm and collected. like a cucumber.”

“giving it the sloppiest toppy he could in his state.”

-🍞

“Breed! Breed! Breed! Mate! Mate! Mate!” I felt that. LOL

““Are you saying that to me, or my boobs?”” FAVE FAVE FAVE

#bluie gets an ask poggers #long post #fanfic quotes

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thegrandlinesimp · 2 years

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Congrats on reaching 100!! Really loving your writing so far and ngl that shout out to other writers was like super sweet and cute to read. You seem like a really cool person, and I’m really glad i found your blog

If you’d be inspired to write for Buggy, may I ask for ‘g’ and ‘m’ in your nsfw one? Or Barto with ‘a’ from nsfw or the fluff one? Thanks for the event and looking forward to seeing what gets posted <<3 Stay safe and healthy~

So, I ended up not doing fluff A for Barto because I wanted to keep it all NSFW. And thank you for the sweet words anon 😊 apparently I’m cool *cries*

tagging: @lautluk

NSFW Buggy G, M, Bartolomeo A

Bartolomeo

Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

The single most cuddliest mess of a man anyone’s ever seen, we’re talking all four limbs wrapped around his s/o’s body, nuzzling into their chest and humming happily. Give him, like, five minutes of this and he’ll calm down, unwrapping his partner from his limbs and stuttering asking if they need anything, which he will then sprint to get.

Though beware, for the first few times and any overly intimate times after, this sweet bean is prone to crying afterward. He manages to get it in check after the first four or so times, though the catch is the cuddling previously mentioned. He just loves his s/o so much and gets overwhelmed that they love him in return, he’s used to people being afraid of him and while he relishes in it most of the time, the fact that someone can love and trust him so completely gets to him in the best of ways.

Buggy

Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He tries, good lord he tries to not be goofy, but have you seen this man doing anything? He’s funny without even trying, it’s part of his nature. That, combined with his tendency to use his DF powers in bed makes for some rather hilarious positions/situations. Not that his s/o will be laughing, they’re too busy getting dicked down by this powerful pirate to stop and think how the two of them may look.

But Buggy doesn’t mind if he gets a giggle or some laughter out of his s/o, he knows they’re not making fun of him, not with how much they’re moaning in comparison to laughing. Their joyous laughter is usually accompanied by his own chuckling, delighted in the fact he’s the only one who gets to see them like this.

Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Buggy will never say it out loud, though everyone on his crew knows it by now, but he is an ass man through and through. If his s/o were to wear booty shorts he’d be following them like a lost puppy, desperately trying to stay focused on more important things but his horny brain counters “what’s more important than that fine, fine ass!?”

His only answer to his own question is: nothing. Nothing is as amazing/in dire of need of attention as that booty.

Then there’s a rather specific kink of his – seeing his s/o in his coat, and just his coat. If they wrap it tight around their body so it hugs their figure, he is on them in a heartbeat, and they’d better be prepared for some wild, rough sex.

Also, the coat stays on.

#bartolomeo #bartolomeo x reader #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #one piece #buggy x y/n #buggy x you #bartolomeo x y/n #bartolomeo x you #100 event #my writing #spicy

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dogtoling · 11 months

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hey! this is “not choker smol bean” anon and maybe i was too judgemental please tell me more about choker so i can tell if you were right or not

Choker is a menace. Like, a lot of people love him, lots of others HATE HIM. I already briefly talked about him in a previous ask, but to summarize, he is a natural disaster. he's just some guy but like, one of those really chaotic guys. He's actually roommates with Squl right now despite the fact that they met on the battlefield and hated each other's guts above all else initially. I already posted this picture of him like last week but i'll post it again (i dont have a lot of pictures of him and i JUST made this updated design)

But like, he's kind of a bizarre guy. He tries hard to look really cool and be cool so people take him seriously, but he's actually kind of goofy. He still tries really hard to make people scared of him, and some people are, but most people just roll their eyes when he pulls up. He's a very loud person who makes his presence known and he can be extremely snarky, but he's not really EVIL. At least not yet. Toxic? YES.

(here he was trying to convince Boba that she should totally pick dualies as her main.)

He used to be in the orange team, Fire Arrows, but he left after getting frustrated about how casual the matches were and how much less frequent they became while Boba had to deal with exams. To be fair, he was a pretty controversial teammate, with how arrogant and chaotic he was. Generally, he just ended up in the team because Boba has ZERO judge of character, and he has ONLY been a negative influence on her. (He knows how to make molotovs for some reason, and now Boba knows as well.)

Anyway Choker used to be a Dualie Squelchers main, but he recently had a growth spurt that's made dodge rolling super awkward for him, so he looked around for a new weapon and settled on the Squeezer. Though not going to lie, the Annaki Splattershot Nova is looking pretty good... if only because he's like, an Annaki simp and if something's got the logo on it, he's got to own it for the unrivalable (is that a word?) drip. Arguably, he's pretty shallow when it comes to appearances and is really quick to judge if people have atrocious fashion. He got his stage name because his go-to used to be the Annaki Choker Tee, but he began just hoarding and using chokers after getting used to it pretty much regardless of what else hes wearing. Also, his legal name is Tako, and that is SUCH a boring normie name that he would do ANYTHING to make sure Choker is the name that sticks.

As of early 2023, he founded a yellow Turf War team with his friends Squl, Frill and Gill (cool name synergy) and called it Team TOXIC. Because for some reason he thinks toxicity (both in gameplay terms and biological terms) is SUPER cool and metal, and everyone else thinks so too, so. You know. He was also heavily inspired by a guy named Martin who mentored him for a while in late 2022.

What do I mean by "mentored"? Choker is absolutely enamored with the concept of crime and especially banditry. His biggest idols in life are like, Deep Cut, because he knows about their "secret" bandit career. Choker himself comes from a lineage of Octarian pirates, or that's at least what he says, he doesn't have much to back that up. So his resolution throughout his teens has been that he WILL become a master pickpocket and maybe even something more. So once he acquainted with Martin, who's been either a gangster or a criminal of miscellaneous sorts for like 20 years, he was extremely impressed and DEMANDED to stick around to learn from him. (Of course, his teachings aren't a perfect match given that Choker is very naive, and also way taller.)

(hence why this picture exists. choker is MUCH TALLER STILL now.)

Basically, Choker is a chaotic guy, and a menace, and a chronic rulebreaker. And he cares about life being interesting and fun, even if it's at the expense of other people's (or his own!) safety. He's a horrible influence and he is easily influenced by other people who are way worse off than he is. He sustains most of Splatsville's feral shrimp population because he feeds them just out of spite for the signs that say you can't do it. He's set dumpsters on fire because he was bored. He might ruin relationships for fun. He's friends with retired felons because why not.

he is not smol bean.

#mailbox #dodo ocs #team toxic

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un-local · 1 month

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7, 12, 26?

7. unpopular ship/s you like

Ah….. I have no sense whatsoever for popularity. Off the top of my head:

Fia/Rogier (Divorced) [Elden Ring]

Come on. The opposing motives, the falling out, the repression and release, the realization he’s being used. Not that he wasn’t trying to use her to some extent, probably.

Facade vs Facade. 10/10

Shinya Voss/ (informant) Spacefarer [Starfield]

HEAR ME OUT! Let me paint a picture here:

Shinya Voss: The Evil Space Pirate’s ultimate money man. A man who committed a gruesome act of loyalty, who submitted to having a bomb implanted in his chest to keep him in line. He’s integral to the faction’s success—therefore, he can never slip up. Never show doubt. Never give anyone the impression that he’s got second thoughts. It would be a death sentence if someone questioned his loyalty.

So when you meet him, he has this demeanor of fierce, steely devotion.

(How much of it is real? How much of it is a survival mechanism?)(How much of his initial agreement was coercion? Or was it true loyalty, secretly lost over the years?) (The game never tells us.)

And then there’s the player character: caught and arrested while stealing for what is ultimately supposed to be a just cause. But while in custody, the player is forced into the informant role.

Mission: take these pirates down from the inside.

A suicide mission, as far as everyone around you is concerned. And yet, the player quickly becomes the rising star of the faction. And then, its ultimate downfall.

The HQ is surrounded by authorities, and it’s all gone to shit. You can talk to Shinya in this final mission. He starts all calm and cool, his villainous monologue ready to go, but then he drops the act. He begs you to get him out. Find the remote controls of the bomb in his chest, and disable it, before he’s used to send them all to hell.

It’s somewhat implied that this is the first time he’s been honest in a long, long time.

Both he and the player are made violent tools of greater, conflicting interests. I find that dynamic compelling. I like to imagine after getting the bomb disabled, as the rest of the base is being secured, the Spacefarer and he just. Slip through everyone’s fingers. They fuck off and drop off everyone’s radar entirely :)

BUT ANYWAY.

What were we talking about again?

12. quotes you like?

Answered here!

26. moment where you think the fandom did a character dirty

Nothing specific is coming to mind at the moment, so I’ll go broad. And….. Hah, you’re not going to like me for this, anon. No one’s gonna like me for this. Regardless:

As your (un) local joyless fuck, for me, it’s gotta be anytime a character gets “smoll bean”-ified. You know, where:

“Character X…… he just. He cares so much????? He’s sweet???? He’s just a cinnamon roll actually???? Guys his nuance and unique situational experience has been flattened and generalized so I can relate to him and/or find him morally acceptable to like?????????🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰”

Like, sometimes…… a motherfucker just isn’t friend-shaped. You shouldn’t have to feel like you gotta reframe him as someone who is. Sometimes he’s jagged and angry and spiteful. Why sand those edges down? Sad!

Sorry. I know posts like that are probably from teenagers, so it really isn’t some great crime. I’m sure they fill everyone with warm, happy, wholesome emotions, or whatever. I don’t think there should be less of them, or that liking them makes you bad, etc etc etc, disclaimer disclaimer disclaimer. They’re just a part of the ecosystem.

…They do drive me up the wall, though XD

Thanks for the ask anon! Sorry to keep you waiting! 💚

#Sorry everyone. I said what I said #I am not known for cultivating warm fuzzy feelings on this blog to be fair. If you want cozy you’re in the wrong place I’m afraid.#this is Wiremother territory lol #hare answers #hare posts #ask game

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yourenogoodforme · 2 months

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Welcome to my page🤎

My hashtag is #beanyaps

Please refer to me as bean because I am very confused with myself 🤠👏🏼 (so no use of pronouns please) 🏳️‍🌈

My Pinterest is here

I write head cannons for a desired character (go below for what I write) feel free to ask for specifics! Don't be shy I love requests, I will write mild smut headcanons but not a whole lot.

I love lana del rey - hence my username (from the song "diet mountaindew")

I change my theme of my Tumblr like every week because I love all aesthetics

I do emoji anons so if you wanna you can

Emojis taken

- none

This is a page of positivity and safety, you are loved and cared for by me😘

BEFORE YOU CONTINUE TO INTERACT

Do not interact if you are/do

anti-zionist, pro palestine, anti-semitic, islam phobic, body shame people, homophobic, transphobic, racist, pedophiliac (pedophile), etc.

I do wish to keep this account free of politics

Do not trauma dump on me, just because I say this is a safe space that does not mean I want to hear about it your problems, in all kindness, I do not want to get triggered.

No coping or translating any of my original work, Reblogs are always welcome though🤗🤎

@cafekitsune for the dividers, they are always so pretty

I follow...

- Harry Potter

- The Marauders

- The Maze Runner

- Outer Banks (but basically just rafe & JJ)

- The Hunger Games

- Pirates of the Caribbean

- Star Wars (but basically just Anakin Skywalker)

- Stranger Things

- Anne With An E

- Heartstopper

- Solitaire

- Harry Potter extended characters (Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, Etc.)

- Percy Jackson (but just Luke Castellan)

- Umbrella Academy (but just Five Hargreeves)

#beanyaps

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swampstew · 9 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗(No pressure to do this! 🖤)

Oh thank you anon ~ this is so delightful♥ I think I did something similar before but I will def do it again :) Thank you for spreading some self-love on self-care sunday, I hope you get yourself a treat for being a wonderful bean♥

What’s the Magic Word? - My original self-insert story about a Witch aligned with the Straw Hat Pirates who finds herself temporarily allying with the Kid Pirates in order to reunite with her crew. I felt like a lot of fics I read at the time about Eustass Kid were pretty dark (which I love reading don't get me wrong) but I noticed a lack in stories where a character could be a part of the crew where they weren't coerced or kidnapped by the crew first. So I wanted to take an approach where a character is forced to be with them by outside influences, and how Kid and the crew would react and handle that. Plus it felt fun putting in a type of character that has not been confirmed canon in the series, despite the jokes that Dr. Kureha is a witch, which I lowkey buy but until its confirmed I don't think there are any witch characters full stop. This story is centered between Kid and Rowena and how they spend the 2 year time skip together.

Turn Back Time - This was originally meant to be an reader insert AU where the characters were relatable enough that anyone could envision themselves as the characters, but doing Y/N - especially on a book as long as this one turned out to be - didn't sit well with me and so I gave them names, and after putting so much love and effort into them and their backgrounds, they became more based off my own personal experiences. In fact, Andrea and Candy are loosely based off myself and my childhood best friend! Again, I wanted to take a different approach on how Kid and the Kid Pirates interact with people who don't mock or insult them, and now this story is more about what it would be like to be on the crew itself, in addition to the romantic relationships between the OCs and the crew. It has been a lot of fun not only bringing these OCs to life, but also bringing the crew itself to life - even if most of how I write them is entirely based on personal headcanons, I do my best to align each character up to as much canon information as we get from them.

At First Sight - this was a one shot that turned into a mini-series and I surprised myself with how much I packed into it. Originally a stand-alone porn trope collaboration story, I've put a lot of love into this one to create a fun story where the reader is the main character and the reader gets to learn who they really are at the same pace as the Kid Pirates. This is a story where the reader gets to meet and sail with the Kid Pirates under amicable circumstances but its not without tension, angst, smut, and violence. My first Y/N story that is 2 chapters away from completion!!

KillerCook - I saw a hot dude make brownies on Instagram and thought ‘what if Killer.’ That’s it. I feel like I managed to create an authentic social media experience that readers can visualize as they read, and I think that's neat! Plus its fun to see the crew in a modern setting just hanging out and doing fun things. Plus plus, I felt like Killer really deserved his own fic♥

Captain_CumShot - I'll be honest, I've never used OnlyFans so this was a real shot in the dark but I'm grateful to my beloved mutual (idk if you wanted to be tagged in this but you know who you are) who was able to guide me so I could create another modern social media fic that was true to how a real OF account experience would feel like. This fic is 100% to sexualize the Captain of the Kid Pirates because he would irl undoubtedly have an account where all he has to do is show dick and get paid for it. Easy money, easy life!

#anon asks #raven answers #Raven gushes #turn back time #what's the magic word?#at first sight #killercook #eustass kid x rowena #killer x candy #eustass kid x andrea #kid pirates #eustass kid x y/n #killer x y/n #tw noncon #wattpad author #ao3 writer #one piece fanfiction #self rec ask game

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xamaxenta · 1 year

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same hand anon i just realized it sounded like i didnt like the other parts of the drawings and i very very much do. i missed cowboy melanin robin so so much so shes awesom 🥺💗 and thatch is like.. cuddly bear i love him so smug so good would smooch

🥰🥰 its ok i understood your subtext! I miss cowboy robin all the time i still lub her as she is now but its not the same same yknow

Thatch is the definition of burly teddybear bear macho man skdjdheh he’s deffo the smug charmer flirt kinda guy and im rly sad we didnt get more Thatch content

Oda spill the beans WHERES THAT WBP PIRATE MOVIE I KNOW YOU WANTED TO MAKE

wheres that Ace movie 🥺

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whumpasaurus101 · 2 years

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Ur genuinely the first account I saw to ask this- I keep seeing this "whump" thing going around and I like all the stories but I have absolutely no concept of what that word means-

No hate- I'm just smooth brained- but what does it mean? :')

WELL HEY THERE!!!! I'm honoured :3

I mean, you're asking someone who's not great with words so good luck KAKSKSKSKS BUT-

My own take of it. Its writing a person who gets hurt. Or also ✨torture✨ ZK'S'SKSKSKSKS

The whump Community is actually the sweetest, full of littol beans who like to write/read this kind of stuff. I ALSO FOUND A LINK THAT MIGHT HELP EXPLAIN IT BETTER!!!! There's so many scenarios for whump for example:

Kidnapping

Interrogation

Spies

Pirates

LIKE SO MANY MORE BUT MY BRAIN ISNT THINKING ASKKSKZK

But here's the link for ya, anon, and if you have any other questions or anything, don't be shy to reach out!!! (also if anyone wants to add, please do so!)

Introduction to Whump

#SORRY THIS IS SO SHIT #I HAVE NO WRITING OR THINKING JUICE AKSKSKSK #Whump #Whump Community #Whumpblr

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regensia · 2 years

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anonymous said . . .

💞 Koby, who’s someone you’d want to be seduced by? Anyone you’d like to seduce?

send 💞 + any dirty questions you have on anon

“I-I... I don’t think I’m the sort who can really seduce anyone... I mean, I’m kind of a bean pole anymore, and I’m sure everyone who sees me thinks I’m dorky. I mean, my glasses are nearly as thick as cola bottles! And I’m sure I kinda annoy a lot of my peers because I think a pirate is really incredible!” Funny how he had no problems talking when it came to demeaning himself, even after all these years.

“But... I, um, I dunno... I guess if I thought about it, I kinda once thought l-like... u-um... Drake-san maybe, or Zoro-san.” Gaze trailed to the floor, desperately hoping that neither of them are within earshot. “I p-probably wouldn’t know if someone’s trying to um, seduce me, though...”

#anonymous #✸ ANSWERED. ( KOBY. )#( so he likes the beefy tall types huh )

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babymilkawa · 3 years

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Deku wanting to pound his s/o so good they can’t walk but they have a shooting for pirates so he’s like wait till you have a day off baby-☠️

man I’m getting a little sweaty 😩💦

he’ll def pull her into her dressing room after the shoot and rail her 🙇🏽‍♀️

#babymilk #milk talks #bean’s pirate!anon #deku thirst #deku x pirate!s/o

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killmebutneverinsultme · 2 years

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Mun I am sitting here CACKLING at that last ask you answered about the baby holy fuck please continue your brilliance

// You're welcome!

#I'm a slow bean with asks so I'm not certain which one it was #I have an inkling #Jack and I are glad we can amuse where we can #Pirate answers anons #happy

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ent-is-undecisive · 3 years

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!!Treasure Planet!! Is my favorite movie!!! I almost went into engineering just to make the solar surfer my gosh- and I wanted his dum little braid and jacket for so long, I still wanna make the jacket XD art flex indeed I dont know how the heck they animated that much detail also Atlantis is so good and it's really cool you have his name -bean

My childhood movies : treasure planet, atlantis and sinbad

Ghibli movies : howls moving castle, sky castle, kiki's delivery service and spirited away.

Dude his jacket SLAPS, mostly ive never been one for risk so i was more envious of getting to cook bc it looked cool!!!!!! .... wait maybe i'll MAKE the jacket one day :D

#honorable mention to a bionicles movies i dont remember the name of but watched for a week straight #im already thinking of a denim and yellow jacket i could make #with my sisters jeans and some yellow velvet i've got #and also i got some mostly white bedsheets so it's gonna be pirate shirt time >:DD #ask ent #bean anon #ent's sewing adventures

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txemrn · 3 years

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I have no idea if your taking in fanfic requests, but can u please write a mini story of the twins (Mason and Mickey) calling MC mom for the first time please. It would mean the world to me.

Hey, Anon! Thank you so much for the request! I apologize that it took me so long to get back with you. And, if you know anything about me, there's nothing "mini" about this, but I do hope you still enjoy this story! Thanks again for the ask! *big ol hugs*

Book: The Nanny Affair

Pairing: Sam Dalton x MC (Brynn Schuyler)

Word Count: 3900 (+/-)

Warning: fairly fluffy; an intense moment of angst; innuendos and sexually suggestive language; language

A/N: this takes place after TNA; Sam and Brynn are engaged; characters belong to our friends at Pixelberry; special thanks to my sweet friend @kat-tia801 for pre-reading!

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The soft patter of raindrops gently rap against the glass window pane. After a marathon of bedtime stories of pirates and dinosaurs in roller skates, Mickey and Mason succumb to their heavy eyelids, Brynn’s cue to sneak out of their bedroom. She quietly switches on their nightlight, but before she can exit the room, a hoarse, sleepy voice stops her.

“Can we hear one more story?”

“Yeah, Brynn,” Mickey lets out a large yawn. “I’m not sleepy yet.”

A smirk grows across the former nanny’s face, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. “Oh really?” she titters, tucking each boy more snuggly under their plaid patchwork comforters. “I think you two are just super excited about a certain baseball game tomorrow and watching your grandpa throw the first pitch--”

“I can’t help it,” Mickey whines, “When I close my eyes, all I can see is the baseball diamond and popcorn, and-and hotdogs--” he sighs, fixing his pleading eyes on Brynn. “I really, really want cotton candy.”

Brynn sits on the side of Mickey’s bed, giggling to herself. “Slow down there, partner. We have to get some sleep first.”

“Can we hear just one more story, Brynn?” Masom pleads. “Please?”

“We’ll let you choose!” Mickey offers. “Please?”

“You drive a hard bargain there,” jests Brynn. “But then, it’s lights out. Capiche?” The boys nod eagerly, pushing their covers off of themselves. Brynn moves to a nearby bean bag chair so she can see both of them from their bunks. “How about I tell you two my favorite story: Cinderella?”

“Cinderella?” the boys chime in unison with disgust.

“That story is for girls!” Mickey sticks out his tongue.

“Well, you said it was my choice and--” Brynn flicks her hair back dramatically, “--I just so happen to be a girl. But, this story is not just for girls. There are animals, and magic, and a high-speed chase--”

“Really?” Mason’s interest piques.

“Cooooool,” Mickey responds, repositioning to get comfortable.

Brynn begins the story, discussing delicately to her very attentive, very impressionable audience about how Cinderella was born to a wealthy family, but unfortunately her mother died. She continues to discuss that Cinderella’s father quickly found a new wife, who became Cinderella’s stepmother--her evil stepmother.

“Does she breathe fire like a dragon?” Mickey interrupts.

“Oooo! With sharp fangs--?” Mason gnashes his teeth.

“And claws--?” Mickey holds up a hand, scrunching his fingers into a claw.

Brynn chuckles. “Sure,” she nods, “she was so evil that she had wickedly jagged teeth, insanely sharp claws, and blazing-fire breath.”

“Now we can call her Aunt Sofia,” Mickey jests. Brynn covers her mouth, trying to hide her chuckle as the boys fall into a teasing laughter, holding their bellies as they kick at their sheets.

“Okay, you two,” Brynn raises her voice, “let’s settle down--”

“Hey, Brynn? I have a question,” Mason asks contemplatively, the room falling silent. “What’s a ‘stepmother’?”

“Well,” Brynn hugs a knee to her chest, “it’s a woman who marries a child’s mother or father.”

“Does the mom have to die to get a stepmother?” Mickey questions.

“Not necessarily,” Brynn endearingly smiles at the twins. “Sometimes mommies and daddies get along better not being married--”

“Divorce,” Mickey chimes in. “Wren and Mykah’s parents did that last year.”

“So does that mean,” Mason pauses, looking deep in thought, “you’re going to be our stepmother when you and Dad get married?”

Brynn glances down at the Harry Winston ring weighing down her left hand. The brilliant sparkle naturally makes her giddy, but not because of the diamond itself; the idea of finally being Mrs. Samuel Dalton fills her heart with so much joy; as if that wasn’t enough, she will finally be the twin’s stepmom, a dream she never knew she wanted until she met them.

“That’s right,” her eyes lovingly sparkle at her future stepsons, “I’m going to be your stepmom.”

“But you won’t be evil, right?” Mickey asks with a worried-look on his chubby face.

Brynn casually shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know. They won’t give me my fire-breathing capabilities until after your father and I get married.” The twin’s eyes grow wide, Mason tucking his nose under his pillow. “But,” Brynn leans closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially, “they gave me my claws early. Want to see them?” She suddenly pulls out her hands, wiggling her fingers before lunging at the boys to tickle them.

With the boisterous laughter filling the air, their bedroom door quickly swings open. “Boys--!” an angry Sam barrels into their quarters; but in an instant, he softens when he sees his bride-to-be, whole-heartedly investing in his sons, creating childhood memories they otherwise wouldn’t have. For Sam, suddenly bedtime didn’t matter, and the noise was merely sounds of joy that once didn’t exist.

Sam saunters towards her, placing a hand on her lower back. Brynn abruptly pops up from her tickling spree, offering a guilty, toothy grin to her fiance as she mouths the word ‘sorry’. Sam presses his lips to Brynn’s temple, before grazing them along the shell of her ear. “So, why are we still awake?” he whispers with baited breath. He stealthily and hungrily massages her backside.

“Patience, Mr. Dalton,” Brynn playfully whispers, pulling his eager hands off of her curves. She speaks up, turning to the boys “We were finishing up a bedtime story--"

"Yeah, and Brynn told us we could call her whatever we wanted when she becomes our wicked stepmother--"

"--stepmother, Mickey, just plain stepmother," Mason rolls his eyes, pulling the covers over himself.

Sam raises an eyebrow to Brynn. “You agreed to that? With these two?” He smirks, crossing his arms. Brynn offers a wink.

“Yeah! So if we decide on stepmonster--" Mickey jests.

"No, Wonder Woman, Mickey, let's do Wonder Woman!"

A worried look flashes across Sam's face, but notices Brynn isn't bothered. "Well, this stepmonster Wonder Woman is saying, ‘Goodnight--" Brynn tucks the boys back into bed, kissing the tops of their heads. “--we have plenty of time to figure out a name.”

"But, what about the rest of Cinderella?" Mickey yawns.

"I thought the story was for girls," Brynn playfully sasses.

"I mean, it is, but someone's gotta protect people from the fire-breathing stepmother!"

Brynn stifles a giggle as Sam leads the way out of the room. "Tomorrow, buddy. We'll finish tomorrow." She flips the main light switch off while turning on a night light. Grabbing the doorknob to pull the door closed, Mason quickly stops her from leaving.

“Brynn?”

She sighs through a smile. “What, buddy?”

"What do we call her?"

Her? Brynn traces Mason’s attentive eyes across the room to a wooden, waist-high bookshelf. Searching earnestly on top of the piece of furniture, her eyes land quickly on a brushed-silver picture frame. Gingerly picking up the photo, Brynn’s heart swells at the sight: a young, beautiful woman, snuggles a baby close while she laughs at a younger Sam, holding another baby in the air in his outstretched arms.

“Well,” Brynn brings the picture frame closer to the twins. “What do you call her?”

“That’s Mom,” Mason quietly smiles.

Brynn grabs Mason’s little hand. “Then she’s Mom.” She smiles brightly, setting the picture frame up on their bedside table. “She’ll always be Mom.”

“Can you only have one mom?” Mickey curiously pipes up.

Brynn grins, gently pinching onto his cheek. “Some kids have several moms. Some kids have mom-like figures in their lives that they consider ‘mom’--”

“‘Mom-like fingers’?” the eight-year old echoes.

“Figures, silly,” she boops his nose. “Some kids become close with another female adult, like an aunt, or a cousin. A neighbor. They don’t even have to be related.” Brynn rests her hand on his chest. “A mom is someone who loves you no matter what, who protects you no matter what, who wants the absolute best for you.” Giving him a loving tap on his belly, Brynn reaches up to lovingly squeeze Mason’s hand. “Does that make sense?”

Mickey sighs. “I guess so.”

With a chuckle, Brynn stands up, making her way to the hallway. “Speaking of what’s the absolute best for you two: it’s time for bed.” Placing her hand on the door, she turns back. “Sweet dreams. Love you, guys.”

“Love you, too, Brynn.”

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The next morning went on without a hitch. The Daltons had a filling breakfast before they started preparing for an exciting day at the ballpark. Sam and the boys dress in similar baseball jerseys with snap-closures bearing the famous New York pinstripes. Brynn slips on a heathered-gray jersey shift dress, tying a navy blue plaid shirt around her waist and lacing up a pair of white Chucks to her feet. While Brynn rubs sunscreen on the boys, Sam gives all three of them brand new baseball caps.

Helping them break in the bills of their new hats, the boys had a present of their own for Brynn.

"Brynn?" Mason innocently gets her attention.

"What’s up, buddy?" She places the navy blue cap onto his head.

Mickey leans in, putting his arm around her shoulders. “How about stommy?”

“Stommy?” Brynn raises an eyebrow. “What’s a stommy?”

“Stommy,” they beam together, Mason taking over to explain. “It’s a combination of step and mommy. Stommy!”

“It’s very--” seeing the joy on their faces, Brynn forces a smile “--creative.”

“I mean, it’s just an idea--” Mason follows up, a nervous grin on his face.

Brynn pulls both of the boys in for a tight hug, pressing her lips to their temples. “It’s a wonderful idea, guys. Let’s just give it some time--”

“Are we ready?” Sam chuckles, leaning against the doorway.

“We’re all accounted for, Captain,” Mickey salutes Sam, forcing his father to quickly stand at attention, saluting back to his son.

“Thank you, Admiral Mickey,” Mason stops to salute Sam as well. “Admiral Mason.” The boys race each other through the living room, heading to the elevator.

“Ready, Stommy?” Sam titters, playfully spanking Brynn’s ass as she passes him.

She squeals, rubbing the stinging area on her backside, flashing him a smoldering glare. “I’m going to tell Stommy on you, you naughty boy--” she growls.

Sam grips his hand around her elbow, pulling his fiancée back to his chest. “Ooooo,” he purrs, “Stommy always gives the best punishments.” Brynn presses her mouth into Sam's hungry lips for one--two pecks before he seizes her in a tight embrace to deepen the kiss. Her squeals are muffled under his mouth, quickly melting into pleasurable moans.

"Are you guys kissing again--?" Mason calls out from the other room.

"Ewww, gross!" Mickey interrupts.

"No!" Sam and Brynn shout in unison, pushing apart from each other. Blushing, they meet up with the boys and head down together on the elevator.

Piling into the car, they head to the Bronx for a fun-filled day of baseball. Catching up with Robin and their parents, Mason Sr. and Vivian, the whole family takes a private tour of Yankee Stadium before the game. They observe the new renovations and additions to the massive structure. They tour the press box, meeting several well-known commentators. Their guide allows the boys to talk into a microphone that broadcasts across the entire stadium, their giggles echoing throughout the field.

The next stop on their tour is the team locker room, where Sam, Robin and Mason Sr. instantly stroll down the memories of their youth, arguing who had the better curveball. Pointing out pictures and framed jerseys, the men share with the twins statistics and stories about the great ballplayers of the past, like Babe Ruth, Mickey Mantle and Yogi Berra. The boys listen in wonder, the sight warming Brynn and Vivian’s hearts. After collecting a few autographs, the family makes their way to the field for Mason Sr.’s big moment: throwing the first pitch.

The whole Dalton family was able to walk out on the field, the incredible view--let alone, the deafening roar of forty-thousand baseball fan--instantly taking everyone's breath away. They take pics as a family on the pitcher’s mound before being escorted to the dugout to watch Mason Sr. throw out the first pitch. Overcome with emotion, the twins run out to their grandfather, cheering loudly for his amazing toss. Picking them both up in his arms, Mason gives them both a kiss on the cheek. After finishing up some interviews and collecting some players’ autographs, the Daltons head up to their private suite to watch the game.

Sitting Mickey and Mason in their seats, Brynn hastily prepares a miniature spread of hotdogs, popcorn and nachos to entertain them until the game starts. Brynn sets down the plates, ruffling the boys' hair.

“When can we have cotton candy?” Mickey taps Brynn’s arm. “I really want cotton candy--”

“I know, buddy,” she pinches his cheek, “go ahead and eat what we have right now. We’ll grab some cotton candy later. Promise.” She steals a popcorn piece from their plates, smiling brightly. “Let me grab you guys some drinks.” As she shuffles by Sam, Robin jovially flicks one of her braided pigtails.

"I see you're wearing your handlebars out in public," he winks, tossing a few peanuts into his mouth.

"My what?"

Sam shakes his head, taking a pull of his beer as his neck grows red. "Ignore him--"

Robin begins singing under his breath, "I can ride my bike with no handlebars--"

"Jesus, Robin, we're in public--"

"Like that even stops you two--"

"Hey!" Brynn interjects, twirling her braids between her fingers. She leans towards both men, lowering her voice. "Holding on too tightly makes a girl lose control." She clicks her tongue, biting her lip suggestively as she backs away slowly.

Sam suddenly chokes on his beer as Robin leans in conspiratorially. "Just for the record,” he slaps Sam on the back, “I fucking hate you." Robin bites his closed fist, looking back at Brynn as both men fall into knowing chuckles.

The announcer finally comes over the loudspeaker, calling the crowd’s attention to the start of the game. Everyone takes their seat, earnestly waiting for the inning to start. As the home team takes the field first, Mickey tugs on Brynn’s sleeve.

"I need to use the bathroom."

"Now?" Brynn sighs. Sam overhears his son, leaning across his fiancée.

"Buddy, why didn't you go before the game?"

"I didn't have to go then." He begins to wiggle in his seat.

Mason Sr. and Robin suddenly jump from their chairs, yelling and throwing their arms in the air. Sam arches his neck, discovering he missed a double against the Yankees. Running his hands down his face in irritation, Sam turns back to his oldest son. "Listen, there are some restrooms right behind us, across from the entrance to the box. Take your brother, and come right back."

Brynn furrows her eyebrows. "You're going to let them go by themselves?"

"They're fine," he takes a swig of his beer, immediately clapping his hands. "Let's go!" He cheers.

Brynn stands up, motioning the boys to follow her, but suddenly, Sam's hand grabs her wrist. "Where are you going?"

"I'm taking them to the restroom--"

"They're old enough to go by themselves--"

"They're eight years old, Samuel--" she tugs her arm free from his grasp, "--don't you watch the news?" She growls before smiling back at the twins. "C'mon, you two."

"What was that about?" Robin whispers before taking a sip of his lager.

Sam grunts, running his hands through his waves. "She watches all those damn late-night crime documentaries. And now she thinks everyone is out to sex-traffick the twins." Sam scoffs while Robin chuckles, their eyes glued to the game. "I’m scared she coddles them too much--"

"Could be worse. Think about Sofia," Robin shakes his head, popping more peanuts in his mouth as his older brother shudders at the thought.

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Waiting for the boys to emerge, Brynn leans her back against the cement wall outside of the men's restroom. The bathroom outside their private suite was being tended to by the custodial staff, so Brynn and the boys ventured to the next open restroom.

Brynn becomes hypnotized by the ebb and flow of the crowd, pushing and tugging, coming from both directions. The walkway is filled with laughter and cheers from fans; vendors eagerly call out their treats in hope for a sale. The echo of the loudspeaker carries over the bustling commotion.

Brynn is suddenly torn from her trance by the tugging of her hand. "Mason!" She pulls him close to her body. "Did you wash your hands?" He holds up his hands, innocently nodding. She playfully boops his nose. "Perfect." She grabs his hand tightly, looking at the crowd exiting the bathroom. "Is your brother still in there?"

Mason shrugs his shoulders. "He went before me--"

Brynn kneels down to Mason's level. "Did you see him come out?" Mason shakes his head.

"Okay, well," she looks both ways down the stadium corridor, "let's just give him a few more minutes." She smiles warmly at Mason, gripping snuggly to his hand. She takes a few deep breaths, convincing herself not to panic.

After five minutes, Brynn had an aching feeling in her stomach that something wasn't right. With a lull of men going into and out of the bathroom, Brynn charges through the exit, holding onto Mason.

"Mickey?" She calls out. "Mickey?" Brynn turns to a man, washing his hands. "Excuse me, have you seen a little boy that looks just like this?" She points to Mason.

"Sorry, ma'am." Brynn glances over to another man drying his hands that had been listening. He shakes his head.

Brynn sees a janitor at the end of the long row of stalls. "Miss, this is the men's--"

"I'm looking for my son," Brynn jerks Mason closer, "he looks just like him. But no glasses--"

"Sorry, miss, I haven't seen any little boys come in here in the past few minutes."

Brynn turns to the stalls, pushing each individual door open, looking inside. "Mickey? Mickey?"

Her voice reverberates into a haunting stillness. The only sound is the faint jeers of the crowd and a single drip from a sink. After a moment, Mason's innocent voice breaks the silence.

"I don't think anyone else is in here, Brynn--"

"God, you think, Mason?" Brynn nervously bites back, rubbing her forehead. The room begins to spin, the air stifling. She feels sick to her stomach as her heartbeat lodges into her throat. This can't be happening. This can not be happening. Not her baby.

But suddenly being pulled back to reality, she hears Mason begin to whimper. "Oh, baby," Brynn squats before him as he instantly throws his arms around her neck. "I didn't mean that, sweetheart. I--I'm sorry--"

"I'm scared, Brynn," his body trembles in her embrace, his fingers digging into her shoulders.

"Look at me, baby," Brynn wipes his tears away with her thumbs. "I know you're scared. I am, too," her voice hitches before she clears her throat. "We need to be brave-- we both need to be brave right now. For Mickey. Can you help me with that?"

Mason nods his head dutifully as he pushes up his glasses to wipe away his river of tears.

Brynn escorts Mason out of the bathroom and back to the main corridor. She pulls out her phone, calling Sam with no avail. She tries again, but her call goes unanswered. Lucky for her, a large, burly security guard passes by her. She waves him down, explaining to him the situation. He instantly radios to his chief and the other security guards, all of which have not reported a missing child. He then escorts Brynn to a nearby security station as she attempts to call Sam again.

“So, you’re the mother?”

“Um, no, no sir--”

“She’s going to be our step-mom,” interjects Mason.

Brynn coyly smiles, combing through Mason’s hair. “I’m engaged to their father.” The security guard pulls out a professional notepad, and begins making notes. He takes down Brynn’s name and Sam’s name and number. He starts to write down the story and the timeline of events when Brynn’s phone rang. Seeing Sam’s number, Brynn abruptly falls apart into sobs before answering.

“Slow down! Slow down, baby. Tell me what’s--”

“I lost him--I lost Mickey!” She loses herself into her cries. “What if--Sam, what if someone--?”

“Stop it. Right now. I’ll be right there.”

Brynn hands her phone to the security guard to give Sam directions to get to the office inside the stadium. Brynn buries the heels of her hands into her eyes, unable to catch her breath. Guilt wrecks her senses as dread begins to choke her. Mason’s arms slowly wrap around Brynn’s neck, his forehead resting tenderly against her cheek.

“We have to be brave--”

Looking through her tears, Brynn can’t help but smile at Mason and his innocent reminder. “That’s right, baby. That’s right,” she whispers. She wraps her comforting arms around him--truth be told, his tiny hug was comforting her.

The office door abruptly swings open, Sam slowing down from his sprint from their box seats. He instantly drapes his arms around Brynn and his son, embracing them tightly, kissing them tenderly on their heads. Mason Sr., Vivian and Robin file into the security office shortly afterwards.

Sam turns his attention to the guard. “What do we do next?”

“I have my crew looking, and the stadium is on lock-down. No one can exit the building.” He sighs, “Look, I know this is hard, but we need work through some questions together.” Sam exhales angrily while Brynn nods. “Now, is there any place he could’ve run off to, anywhere he wanted to go?”

“We took a tour of the stadium this morning. I can’t imagine him wanting to go or see anything else--”

“Wait,” Brynn straightens out her back, her sobs quieting. “I’ve got an idea.” Without further instruction, she takes off running from the office, Sam and Robin chasing after her with the security guard close behind. She dashes through the crowd, looking at the various signs down the main Corridor. Hot Dogs. Restrooms. Souvenirs. Escalator.

And there it was. Cotton Candy.

“Mickey?” She yells out, spinning around in the area, “Mickey?” The crowd begins to thin out a path, increasing Brynn’s visibility as she glances around the corridor.

And there he is, holding the hand of a police officer, large tears streaming down his red cheeks. “Mickey!” Brynn screams in relief. Hearing his name, Mickey instantly turns his head towards the familiar voice; finally locking eyes on Brynn, he let’s go of the cop and runs frantically to her, his arms outstretched.

“Mommy!”

Mickey collides with Brynn as she instantly sweeps him up in her arms, holding him tightly to her chest. She feels his tiny, terrified body relaxing into her embrace, his whimpers melting into her comfort. Combing the sweaty curls off the back of his neck from under his cap, she gently rocks him lovingly. “Shhhh… Mommy’s here, baby. Mommy’s right here.”

Sam and Robin catch up to the endearing scene, rubbing Mickey’s back. Looking to Sam, Mickey grabs ahold of his dad’s neck, climbing into Sam’s strong arms. As he reassures his son, the police officer pulls them to the side with a security guard to finish up some paperwork.

“How did you know?” Robin wraps an arm around his future sister-in-law.

“Know what?” Brynn wipes away her tears with a concession napkin.

“How did you know Mickey would be here?” Brynn takes a look back at Sam, snuggling Mickey close in his arms. And smiles.

“Because he’s my son.”

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Thank you for the meal

Anon: hey! I'm late, but I noticed that Luffy is one of your favorite male characters and I just wanted to know if it was possible to ask for a sceanrio with luffy pls? i know you're only 18+ but i don't really have a clue what to ask but i love everything you write so much!

Tank you xoxo :3

Thank you so much for requesting Luffy! First time writing nsfw for him and I don't know if I like wirting dirty things for him since he's such an innocent bean and quite frankly I can't really see him being sexually active at all. But maybe if food is involved he could make an exception...Also, this one's a little shorter than usually just because I cut straight to the point so there will be smut from the beginning lol

Warning: 18+, nsfw, foodplay

Pairing: Luffy x female reader

Word count: 1.1 k

When you had started eating dinner together with Luffy, you never expected to turn out the way they did. You were lying on the table – naked – and different kinds of meat scattered on top of you. Your legs were dangling from the tabletop, Luffy sitting between them on a chair and his face buried between your thighs, licking up the rest of the sauce one piece of meat had left before (of course said piece of meat was already gone). You would’ve giggled but instead a deep moan left your body due to his fingers thrusting in and out of your core.

Your thighs were quivering, you were ready to press them together just to get some rest for a moment but the captain wouldn’t let you. “Stop trying to close your legs, Y/n!” he complained, looking at you from between your legs with a pouty expression. “You’re making it very hard for me to get all the nice sauce.” You bit your lips, trying to suppress another moan wanting to come out. He added another finger, curling them up inside of you just the right way.

“L-Luffy! You’re gonna make me cum if you keep….if you keep going like this!” you warned him, trying to find something to out your feet on for support but you couldn’t find anything. “Hold it back then, Y/n! Geez, just let me have some fun here.” He mumbled, his mouth finding your other thigh, eating another piece of meat off your skin, scratching your warm flesh in the process. Hot waves of pleasure jolted through your body and you wanted him to finally pay attention to your clit. You loved his fingers but for some reason (you had no idea where he learned it from) he was really good at giving head. So, of course you wanted to experience it once again!

As oblivious as Luffy usually was, he wasn’t stupid and he knew what you wanted; by the way you tried to inch closer to his mouth with your core, by the way you tried to wrap your legs around his head from time to time to get the same result, or by the way you clenched around his fingers every time his hair as much as brushed against your sex by accident. But there was still meat on top of your body and, as much as he’d love to, he wanted to take his time eating it – just this once.

To your dismay, Luffy removed his fingers from your core, licking your juice off his digits. You stared at him in slight disbelief that he stopped just like this. You had just started feeling the knot inside your belly tighten slowly, more waves of pleasure starting to hit you with each thrust and all of a sudden – empty!

Your body twitched under his intense eyes skimming over your body, locating the rest of the food on top of it. He pushed your body back a little, giving you enough room to place your feet on the tabletop. Luffy leaned over you, his muscular body hovering over you, and a huge smile on his face. You felt the tip of his dick against your entrance, wondering when he had opened his pants in the first place.

“Luffy….take me…” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Of course. What else would I do?” he asked before pushing inside of you, closing his eyes, relishing your tight, hot core. “Y/n!” he gasped, grabbing your hips with quite some force. You moaned in response, pulling him closer against your body but Luffy pushed back, opening his eyes to look at you. “I can’t keep eating if you press me against you like this!” he complained.

You face dropped for a moment, trying to comprehend that he was still thinking about the food while buried deep inside your cunt. “Are you serious?” you asked with a dead pan expression. “Of course. Why would I joke about meat?” he asked, obviously confused. “As long as I take you while I eat, you shouldn’t be able to complain, right?” Just as he finished his question he emphasized his words with a hard thrust, forcing a moan out of your body. “See? No problem.”

He lowered his head, starting to eat the rest of the food off your body while he moved his hips against yours in a slow but steady rhythm, filling you out just right. His hair was tickling your skin, his soft lips caressing your flesh while he ate piece after piece off your body. His tongue circled your nipple while licking off the same sauce he was devouring moments before in your thighs, making your arch your back to press your titis closer to his face.

As a response, he closed his lips over your other nipple, sucking on it while his tongue, once again, licked off some sauce. The pace of his thrusts increased, the table underneath you two moving to the force he had. Your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, pulling him closer. Loud moans, some coherent, some not, echoed through the room. “L-Luffy….harder…please…!” you panted, moving your hips against his thrusts. The pirate above you grunted, letting go of your swollen nipple and looking down at you. He checked if he got all the food left on your body before grinning at you even wider than before. “Thank you for the meal.” Luffy increased his pace once again, the loud sound of skin on skin resonating from the walls around you.

It didn’t take long for you to cum with a loud moan around him; bright dots darted over your vision, making your eyes go blurry due to the sheer force it hit you with. Your walls clenched tightly around his dick, making him fill you up almost immediately, your cunt milking him dry, not wanting to let him go just yet. Luffy rode out his orgasm with a few lazy thrusts, collapsing on top of your body once he was completely spent.

He raised his hips a little, pulling his dick out carefully. You felt empty without him inside of you but your sensitive walls were glad about the break they got. You started stroking his black hair, running your fingers through his sweaty strands. You let your legs carefully dangle off the tabletop again, his body being like a blanket covering you. Even though this position was uncomfortable, you didn’t want to push him away from you, enjoying the peaceful time after your orgasms and closing your eyes.

You only realized Luffy was not, as originally expected, asleep but instead was making chewing sounds. Confused, you opened your eyes to see Luffy still lying on top of you but with a new, big piece of meat in his hand, munching down on it. “Really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “It’s not my fault it makes me hungry. Give me some time and I can go again.”

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