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icedragonlizard · 27 days
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Kirby character swear chart
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pherre · 3 months
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i cant lie i wanted more of baby cooper hanging out with the ghosts. fanfiction save me fanfiction
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grinchwrapsupreme · 3 months
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book runs based on tv shows are usually mediocre at best, like star trek, torchwood, doctor who, etc etc, but i would give anything to get a book run of the BBC Ghosts hotel i need to know what shenanigans those guys get up to in there
#bbc ghosts#bbc ghosts spoilers#six idiots#i think a hotel would be so fun for them#like enrichment#absolutely nothing that happens in there matters in the slightest but they all care so much about everything so really#the weight of any hypothetical plot does not matter#a short story series for example would be great#give me 5 pages of the captain deriding robin about the mouse family he follows and then stalking off to go watch his ants#give me 20 pages of fanny and julian watching something unsavoury going down in one of the rooms only to discover they were wrong#and actually what's happening is totally innocent#give me 15 pages of julian battling for TV remote control with a guest who can't figure out why the remote is malfunctioning#give me fanny accidentally getting in a teenager's selfie and the teen facetiming with her friends about the haunted room she's stuck in#while her parents are on this dumb golf trip#and kitty is jealous that fanny is getting all the attention because this is supposed to be girls night with the teens she's decided#captain and julian watching golfers out on the green#thomas cooing over a blossoming romance and subsequent breakup like its his new personal soap opera#pat sitting in on games out on the lawn and getting way too into it prompting julian to start making bets with him on lawn darts#fanny snooping in guests' luggage and being scandalized by perfectly normal things she considers risque#give a book deal to ben and larry they'd have a ball with it i just know it
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👀 /pos
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Happy Birthday to Kirby's Dream Land 2 and Kirby Super Star! :D
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almightyhamslice · 8 months
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Kirby's Dreamland 2, world 5: Red Canyon! I'm still passionate about this project, even (almost) 60 days in! I planned some of these in advance, but only on days where I knew I wouldn't be home for long. Actually, funny story... I was experiencing a POWER OUTAGE (and later a wifi outage) on july 29th! So I drew Waiu while staying over at my grandparents' house, and drew the next several illustrations (Cutter Rick, Captain Stitch, Needle Rick) without using my computer to find reference material & such. I had to use my phone!
Anyways this is still fun to me as a project ngl! I'm glad I picked Kirby for this, because it's something I've always been interested in ever since I was a kid. Sometimes hyperfixations come and go for me, but Kirby is eternal. I suppose this KDL2 series has been a real testament to that-- would you believe I don't even like KDL2 as a game? I don't! I thought it was really frustrating! But I beat it 100% anyways! Because I love Kirby. LOL
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captain-amadeus · 8 months
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Danny
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ikkaku-of-heart · 3 months
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@medicus-mortem continued from this post:
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“Um … Excuse me,” says a small, quiet voice. He shrinks down a little when eyes are turned to him, too small hands rising to grab the rim of his fluffy hat. The boy with his sharp, golden eyes looks like he wants to hide in that hat but there is some determination in the set of his jaw and the way he tries to straighten his posture, despite the clear anxiety.    “I think I’m lost. Can you help me?”
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Ikkaku didn't blink when she heard a child's voice behind her, getting her attention. Of the Heart Pirates, she was often the one children approached as she generally looked and acted the least threatening. It helped that she liked kids, too, often carrying sweets in her pockets to give nice kids who kept their manners or were at least adorably snarky and precocious.
However, she did blink in surprise when she found herself face-to-face with a small child in a familiar hat and golden eyes. He was...well, he could be a mini-Law, to be honest, and she nearly cooed instinctually at the sight of him. The thing that stopped her was the strange twisting in her gut. She brushed it off as just the sadness that hit her when she remembered the bits of her captain's sad past that he'd revealed to her, even if this felt different. Ikkaku did, however, crouch down to reach his eye level, doing her best to appear friendly when she saw him shrink back a bit. She smiled when she saw the determined set of his jaw, despite the weird feeling it gave her. It just made him seem more Law-like.
"Well, you came to the right person," she assured, pulling a piece of vanilla taffy out of her pocket and holding it out to him. "I'm pretty good at leading people in the right direction! If you're lost, I'll help you find your way."
A few beads of sweat ran down the back of her neck. Ikkaku had no idea why she felt so...nervous? No, but there was a sort of tension in the air. An anticipation. An unease. Something was off, and her gut was trying to tell her. This kid was the perfect mini-Law. Too perfect. Exactly as she might have imagined him when he was little. Precious and sweet, despite her captain being anything but as an adult. If he were less sweet, she'd suspect Jewelry Bonney had used her powers on him. But his personality wasn't anything like Law would be if he'd been reduced to his childhood age. He'd still be a bastard. This kid...well, so far, he wasn't that.
Deciding to test a theory, at least in hopes that she could settle this unease in her stomach, Ikkaku said kindly, "My name's Ikkaku. I'm a submarine engineer. What's your name, sweetheart?"
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sins-of-the-sea · 5 months
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Charlemagne immediately launches his tiny self at the nearest person’s throat. [rosegoldkingdom, ((eh maybe i’ll take this meme seriously later lol))]
Use anon to send some children to ask my muse questions. Or harass them.
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Heeeyy, he was drinking that bottle of whiskey!
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"Why, you rotten little-"
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Oh, look. The Captain is nearby, glaring at his advisor.
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"-Sweet tiny thing, please don't tighten around my throat or pull my beard. Uncle won't like that." He pets the fuzzy child's head as though he didn't threaten it with violence just earlier. Nope. Not at all. Plsdon'tputhisheadonthebowspritagainCaptainthatwouldbenicethx.
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mushroompoisoning · 1 year
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Lay my curses all to rest,,,
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nico-wasnt-here · 1 year
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i’ve come to the conclusion that i am, very much, a sensitive person. not in a “can’t take a joke” way, but like- in a “imagining something instantly makes me cry because i haven’t cried in weeks/months”.
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dante-mightdie · 2 months
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simon being a toxic asshole with his captain’s daughter <33
price doesn’t even know that his lieutenant visits his home on his leave. Isn’t even aware that when he’s on the phone to you, simon riley is showering in the next room after splitting you open on his fat cock
simon riley is a bad man. horrible, even. respects his captain more than anything. would lay down his life for the old man. they’ve fought together, laughed together, cried and mourned together…
but you? you’re nothing to him. yeah, you’re price’s kid but that’s it. he’d never hurt you, sure. would protect you if your life was in danger. but only because his captain loves you and cares for you
uses you and throws you away everytime. leaves you sniffling and feeling sorry for yourself each time he harshly rejects your advances for any affection. gripping your wrist tightly when you try to touch him or squeezing your jaw to prevent your lips meeting his
“don’t do tha’, don’t want any of tha’ romance bullshit from you.”
when the lads come to visit the house and johnny lets slip about the recruit simon has been bedding in the barracks on deployment, everyone misses the look of absolute devastation that makes its way onto your face
except simon. he notices it but he just quite simply doesn’t care
when he leaves the guest room that price set up for him to use the toilet, he walks past your cracked open door and peeks in to see you curled up against your father’s chest, sobbing into his pajama shirt
“sshhh, love… don’t cry over some stupid lad. not worth the fuss, darlin’…” he coos in your ear, making simon roll his eyes and continue on in his side quest. clearly, you went crying to your dad after finding out that simon was shagging other women
and judging from the fact that price hadn’t laid him out yet, you didn’t mention the ‘lad’ was his best soldier
pulls his phone from his tracksuit bottoms and scrolls down to your unsaved number in his phone, tapping out a message
‘telling on me to your dad? crybaby’
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icedragonlizard · 8 days
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March 21 is the birthday of both Kirby's Dream Land 2 and Super Star.
It's the birthday for Rick, Kine, Coo, Gooey, Dark Matter Swordsman, Bandana Waddle Dee, Marx, Dyna Blade, and Captain Vul.
Happy birthday to every single one of these goobers!
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stargirldelight · 8 months
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• When you pick up on their bad habits •
Headcanons | Zoro, Sanji, Law | Part 1
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• Part 1 • Part 2 •
• C.W: Fluffy sfw crack, just some silly little thoughts i've been having. Jealous n’ helpless Sanji, perv reader with Sanji and Zoro lol, mentions of drinking, choking if thoust squint, shy guy zoro is my favorite, Law is just such a sweetie, so much fl-oveff for him (get it, fluff and love please laugh)
• A.N: Part two with my loves Kidd, Shanks, Benn.
Likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated :)
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• Zoro • drinking~
Dating him automatically meant you do everything together, training, napping all of it…even drinking as excessively as he does.
He loves that he has a drinking buddy, nothing better than downing a thing of sake with his loveliest y/n. 
He's greedy when it comes to drinking, we all know mans does not share!
But one thing he absolutely LOVES doing is taking a sip of his own drink, then pouring the substance through your lips, lightly gripping the base of your neck.
It’s all fun and games for a while…
That is, until you become quite the annoying drunk.
“Zorooo…what color panties are you wearing?” You slur, tugging at the waistband of his trunks as he spits out anything and everything in his mouth. 
“WHAT ARE YOU, BROOK?!?” he shouts all flustered, scrambling away from your touch on his pants.
“Heh…are they red like your face?” you press further poking his cheek, crawling closer to him as he hit a wall. 
Metaphorically and physically.
“O-OIII STOP THA-”
Safe to say he will NOT be drinking with you again.
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• Sanji • obsessive flirting~
Yes, there's a reason I didn't choose smoking for him.
It was a joke, at first. 
“How would you like it if I flirt with other men!?!” you shout and his legs instantly give out under him, wrapping his arms around yours. 
“Please don’t, I'm sorry! I won't ever look into the eyes of a woman again!” he pleads with you, tugging on the bottom of your skirt.
All while you get…ideas. 
Of course he wasn't gonna let up his romantic tactics with other women.
So what's the best way to get him to stop? If you did the same.
You gotta admit, hyper-flirting with randoms was fun, you see why he liked it.
You two were swinging by shops when he spots a beautiful woman and acts a fool as always.
“Ahhh mademoiselle~” he coos, as his unfortunate victim speeds up her pace.
You roll your eyes and spot a rather delicious looking street shopkeeper.
“Your eyes are just beautiful sir, I can get lost in them.” you admire him, fingers aligning under his flushed cheeks.
You pull him close when his face is met hard with sleek dress shoes you recognized to be your lovers.
“Don’t even think about it.” he says agitated, peering down at the unconscious man through narrow eyes.
You scoff and walk away. “Please, my beloved angel, forgive me!!” he skips behind you with tears streaming down his face.
At the end of the day, you become the bigger pervert of the two.
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• Law • working late~
This man doesn't even notice, always so damn busy.
If anything he was probably grateful for the silence.
However, that only lasted till he gained a bit of free time for himself, opting to spend it with you when…
“Bepo, where's Y/n?” He practically searched the entire polar tang to no avail. 
“I dunno, I haven't seen her since…” He scratches his furry chin, growing increasingly worried.
“...Since we left the bookstore on that one island…”
“DID WE LEAVE Y/N?!?” The poor bear panics, running to the navigation “I-i’m so sorry captain!” he profusely apologizes, steering the submarine in a backwards direction.
Bookstore? He wondered, walking back to his room.
Descending the last step of the stairs, he spots something out of the corner of his eye.
How cute.
He found you laying in an awkward position against the wall, a book splayed on the floor beside you, scattered papers in your surrounds. 
He carries you bridal style towards your shared room, planting a small kiss on your cheek.
“I’m sorry I've been ignoring you, Y/n-ya.”
He makes a note not to work so much anymore so as to have more time to spend with you.
He wouldn’t tell Bepo you were found either, fueling the idea of working together.
He’ll buy you all the books in the world if it means you two can spend time together that way.
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peachesofteal · 3 months
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Light On - single mom/neighbor fic - reader POV - cw: grief Simon Riley/female reader
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"Breathe, honey. Try to take a deep breath for me."
Simon is frantic, cradling your face in his hands, pulling away your own to try to look in your eyes, his own wide with horror, worry.
This isn't fair. This isn't right. This is confusing.
"I- I'm sorry." You sob, because it's the only thing you can say, the only thing he can think of, and he shakes his head like he disagrees with you.
"No, no. Sorry for what?" You can't make it make sense, to him, in your own head, and when you try to talk, nothing comes out but a broken cry. "Shhh. You're alright. Just breathe." He tries to soothe you, and it only makes you cry harder, sob welling in your chest. "Are you hurt?"
"No!" you protest. "No, you didn't... I'm not... I-"
"Okay, okay. Hey, look at me sweetheart. I'm right here, I've got you." He coos, still holding you, wiping your tears, keeping you close. "You're okay." You bury your face in his chest, letting him wrap you up, cuddle you close, all while your mind spins and spirals, heart aching like it's been broken all over again. This wasn't supposed to happen. You're not supposed to feel this way. You're supposed to be happy. Aren't you happy?
"I'm sorry." You whisper when you find your voice, and he hums a raspy rebuttal. "No, I... you don't deserve this, to be saddled with this, a-" A widow, and a baby. An emotional basket case. A burden.
"Stop." He looks down at you with sincerity, severe certainty in his eyes, and you gulp at the intensity, shuddering when his lips graze your skin gently. "I don't deserve you, sweetheart. I know that for sure, but not in the way you're thinking right now. I'm not being saddled with anything."
"You don't understand." You shake your head.
"Then tell me." He encourages. "Tell me. I'll listen." He caresses your cheek, touch gentle and caring, devoted, and you close your eyes.
"Okay."
Simon makes you a cup of tea. When he returns to press it into your hands, you're sitting up in bed, donning one of the t shirts you found on the floor.
"Is that my shirt?" He asks, cocking his head, and you nod bashfully, lip tucked between your teeth. "Looks good on you." You reach for the mug with shaking hands, trying to take a deep breath and collect your thoughts. "Take your time." He murmurs. "I'm here. We've got all night." He's not going to want you anymore, once he realizes. Once you tell him how you feel, what you're thinking. You shake the thoughts free, trying to banish them. He said you could tell him. You trust him. You can do this. Just be honest.
"Emmaline's dad died the week we found out we were pregnant." You whisper, unable to look at him. "It was a housing fire, big building. Like this one." You take a sip, watching the way his fingers sit lax in the bed, close enough to touch you, but giving you space. "There was a power surge, or something. Half the city lost electricity and he got called in. It wasn't unusual, he was a Lieutenant, and they're responsible for a crew, a truck. I thought... I thought I'd just go to bed, wake up in the morning, and he'd be there next to me. Like always, on big calls."
"But he wasn't."
"He wasn't. Instead, his Engineer, and his Captain, were at my door with his helmet in their hands." You bite down on your tongue, fruitlessly stalling the tears and the breakdown that's fighting it's way up your throat. "I loved him so much." As soon as you say it, your voice breaks, vision going blurry, and Simon reaches for you, holding your free hand, stroking a thumb across your knuckles. "I haven't been... I haven't been with anyone, since then."
"Oh, sweetheart." You set the tea down on the table next to the bed, pulling air in through your nose as much as you can, trying to regulate your heart rate, your breathing.
"I thought I knew what love was." You whisper, peeking up at him, soft brown eyes watching you patiently. "But this... feels different. It feels like... more. And that... that makes me feel like I'm betraying him. Like I'm dishonoring the love we shared. I feel guilty, and awful, like I'm doing something wrong." You close your eyes, losing your control, your battle, lower lip trembling with a sob. It tumbles out of you, hoarse and raw, everything falling away as you cry. There's a knife, in your chest, in your heart, twisting and sawing and stabbing, and it hurts, it hurts so badly, the sharp ache only soothed when Simon pulls you into his arms, cradling you against his chest, hand smoothing up and down your spine.
"Sh-shhh." He's settled you into his lap completely now, legs and hips and entire body, wrapped up tight, safe and secure. A small amount of tension sags away from your frame, relieved that he's not running, white hot guilt and grief and still burning in the pit of your stomach. "You're not doing anything, anything, wrong, sweetheart." He thumbs at a tear on your cheek. "It's natural to feel grief like this, it's normal. But you're not betraying him, or your marriage. He'll always be a part of you, and Emmaline." He's rocking you, murmuring softly above your ear, and you relax more, letting him calm you, put you back together piece by piece, your tears starting to slow, your chest rising and falling at a more regular pace. "I want to tell you something." He says after a while, once it's been quiet for a few minutes. You nod, trying to encourage him. "My mum is gone." You push off from him, looking up into his eyes. They're sad, and you see grief in them, despair, but also a deep depth of love. "She taught me how to cook, when I was a young lad. Always told me it would come in handy, when I fell in love." He takes a deep breath, burying his face in your neck for a second before coming back up for air. "She never got to see that, me with someone else. In love. And for years, I thought I disappointed her, let her down, even in death."
"Simon." You whisper, heart breaking apart all over again for the pain that's embedded across his face, the torment that bleeds from his expression.
"But, ever since I met you- I've thought, maybe she's lookin' out for me. That she's somewhere, out there, still bein' my mum. Sending me angels." He blinks, lashes wet, the tear that drips down your face mirroring his own. "Sending you, and Emma. And maybe your husband, is doing the same." You close your eyes, remembering the first time you ever saw Simon, on the roof, handsome in the morning light, even though he seemed so exhausted. You remember the way he held Emmaline, the first time he gave her a bottle, your little baby so at home in his giant arms, safe and cuddled against his chest like she just fit there. When he came to your rescue in the park, scary enough to make every scatter but all you felt was safety. The first time he kissed you, on his patio in the snow. And tonight, when he promised to give you everything, when he held you, made love to you, promised to take care of you. Your heart races in your chest, fingers clutching onto him, holding as tight as you can.
"Am I your angel, Simon Riley?" You wondered aloud with wide eyes, leaning into him, nose to nose. He kisses you, face wet with tears, voice hoarse when he answers.
"You're mine, as I'm yours, sweetheart."
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luo-yuans · 6 months
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OOPSY ✧ HSR
when he won’t pull out.
cw// afab! reader (no pronouns), breeding, dubcon (all), riding, unprotected sex (gepard), missionary, unptrotected sex, mention of pregnancy, manipulation (welt), mention of previous dubcon (blade), not proofread
chars: gepard, welt, blade
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gepard who promised he would pull out. he didn’t mean to cum inside you… it’s just that, as captain of the silvermane guards, he never has much time to relieve himself so the moment he felt your soft walls around his aching cock, he couldn’t help himself. he was just too full, and gosh, why did you have to look so hot? don’t you want to help him out? he protects the city every day, the least you could do is let him empty his balls into you. gepard has enough manners to ask first, fortunately. please, can i cum inside? your refusal falls upon deaf ears as he grabs hold of your hips and pulls you down to the hilt, cumming deep inside of you. before you can even whine or complain, he kisses away your tears and apologizes profusely. he feels so guilty… he’s so sorry, he swears!
welt who gently rolls his hips against yours, stuffing his fat cock deep instead of your cunt, knowing you can’t help your incoming orgasm. when you whine, telling him to pull out, that you’re not on birth control, and you don’t wanna risk it… there’s a noticeable shift in welt’s face, an almost sinister one, as he pauses before harshly pounding into you, so determined to breed your pussy full, ready to make you the perfect stay-at-home parent despite your protests. you’d just look too cute knocked up, with his baby. when you get mad, and frustratedly hit his chest, all he can do is chuckle in response. you’re so adorable when you’re mad at him. he knows your anger won’t last long, especially not when he’s cooing and fussing over you for taking his load so well. you’re just the best, aren’t you? 
blade who never pulls out, no matter how many times you plead with him. you know him well enough by now to know that even if you begged, he wouldn’t listen. he’ll cum balls deep inside of you, every night without fail. he takes pride in the way you squirm as you feel his hot cum fill up your pussy. and even after all that, he continues to fuck you, lewd squelches filling the room as his semen seeps out from around his cock, forming a ring around his throbbing member. blade won’t stop pounding into you until he’s satisfied that you know you’re his and there’s nothing you can do about it!
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shoyoist · 6 months
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── 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 : monkey d. luffy
content: fem!reader. unprotected & rough sεx, semi-public(?), multiple orgasms, once again a lot of cum, spitting, mean dom luffy except he's not doing it intentionally, use of the word ‘cunny’ lmao + a lil manhandling, one mention of anal. note: crawled out of hell to get this done for me & @kingofthe-egirls + the rest of us luffy lovers<3!
— . 。˚ ♡ luffy seems to like it a lot when your pussy talks to him.
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one thing about luffy is that he likes you loud. 
he likes you loud, and he’s demanding about it. demanding, greedy, and sometimes even a little mean. it's almost an unbelievable thing. imagine — your sweet boy, empty-headed and as dumb as a nut, mean.
you don’t think he even intends to do it, but sometimes when he’s got you flat on your tummy, back arching as he fits his dick in you and slides in all the way, the way he grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks together in his grip—telling you blankly, “louder. wanna hear ya.”—you can’t help but shiver a little. 
and sometimes it’s not even your mouth that he wants to hear. it’s your cunt.
“shhh,” he cups a hand over your mouth, stifling your whines as he keeps up that dizzying pace of his. “ya don’t want the others wakin’ up, princess.” 
the deck is empty and the others are all inside, and thankfully, the night is dark enough and the sea rough enough to let the two of you go about your little tryst without bothering the others. 
but he's embarrassing you with the little quips and you want to complain, tell him that with how sharp the slap of skin against skin between your bodies is, there’s no fucking way the others are still asleep. but the next knock of his cock against your favourite spot has you going mindless, the words dissolving on your tongue like sugar, his bliss being the only thing that fills your head.
your pussy squelches with each thrust of his dick inside, wet and hot and messy, but luffy seems to think it’s not enough.
he straightens up for a bit, and you want to whine again because it’s nicer when he’s all pressed up and heavy against your body—but then the glob of his spit hits your ass, the sound of him gathering it in his mouth and spitting again, again and again covering the momentary quiet—and you deliriously wonder what the hell it is that he wants. 
he’s already cum inside you, and he’s made you cum all over him twice over. it’s definitely wet enough.
but luffy spits once more before he’s satisfied, and with a little grunt he leans back over you, body hot and slick with sweat when he presses his chest to your back.
“y’re cute like this.” he comments, and it’s so silly how that’s what makes you blush. just a casual remark, when he’s literally balls-deep in you, on a bunch of messy, patchy sheets laid out on some corner of the ship. “really fuckin’ cute. do ya think i’m cute, baby?”
“mhm, i do.” you mumble, and he giggles as he grabs your hips and pulls you up into a position more comfortable for him and a little less comfortable for you—but you can’t care about that when he rolls his hips into you and has his cock pushing at the sensitive, bruised velvet of your walls all over again. 
the new slick of his spit is enough to get your pussy to make an embarrassing amount of noise as he fucks you, and luffy is laughing again like he loves how it sounds.
“cunny likes how i’m makin’ her feel, eh?” he coos, voice high and giddy with sex-induced ecstasy, loving how your walls tighten up around him when he presses the pads of his thumbs into the flesh of your ass, rubbing circles into your skin as he stretches your asshole out for his viewing pleasure.
“how about here?” he wonders almost to himself. “mmm?”
“lu—captain, no,” you moan, unsure if you’ll be able to hold back, going all dumb with the pain and pleasure so it just turns luffy on even more, if he tries to fuck your ass tonight. “n—not this time.”
“hmmm?” luffy groans, voice cracking, and you know his eyes are squeezed shut, teeth clenched, hands groping you harder as he drives himself closer to his next high. “and what if—what if captain orders it, princess? will ya defy the captain’s orders?”
“luffy—” you try to warn, but he clamps his hand back over your mouth, cutting you off as he snaps his hips into you in an especially mean thrust—and he laughs when your reprimand fluidly changes into a breathless moan right in his palm. “shhh, baby—pussy’s talkin’ to me.”
his other hand winds past your waist, fingers climbing down your inner thighs, searching for your clit through the mess he’s made between them. “she says she wan’s more.” and when he finds your clit, pearly little thing throbbing in anticipation for his touch, the cry you let out says that you want more, too. god, he just makes you feel so good without even trying.
luffy is merciless—and he doesn’t even know it. he pushes past the folds of your pussy and takes your clit between two fingers and pinches, like that isn’t going to send you to a spiritual plane that feels like both heaven and hell. your body rocks against his, but his hand is still over your mouth and you can’t do anything else but cry into it, wordless and incoherent. “mmmm!” 
and all he does in response is fucking laugh. he giggles again, playing with your clit like it's a fidget toy, the pace of his cock in your cunt getting faster and faster as he tightens you up and feels your body quiver underneath him, like a wire about to snap, the perfect thing to empty his load into. “louder, princess. y’r cunt talks better than y’r mouth—ah!”
he cums without warning. 
hot, thick and messy into you, catching even himself off guard. it was probably the way your cunt squeezed him, the relentless toying of his fingers at your clit forcing an orgasm out of you, a pulsing, continuous wave that makes you shudder and cuts luffy off and makes him choke up over you. 
you feel it fill you up and drip out, trailing down your thighs, and you feel luffy’s hot gasps at the back of your neck as he finally stops, wrapping his arms around your waist and falling on top of you like a dead weight. it would feel uncomfortable if you weren’t all tingly and numb.
there is a moment of silence, of shared breaths and body heat, before luffy giggles. “was that good, princess?”
“yeah. i—” your mumble is cut off by another “shhh!” that makes you curl up in his arms, afraid somebody was out and about to catch you both.
but then, you feel luffy’s grin against your own cheek. “quiet, ‘m talking to the cunny, not you.”
“monkey d. luffy. get your ass off me, right now.”
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