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strawberryspence · 1 year

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belated happy birthday, @unclewaynemunson. this is so late already, but i had finals, so sorry for that. i am so very lucky to be able to call you my friend and even more lucky to be able to know you. i love you and that rat in your kitchen. 💜

Steve’s shaking. His hands won’t stop trembling and his knees are close to bucking in.

Which is— ridiculous. It’s just dinner with Uncle Wayne. Uncle Wayne.

The same man who also took him in when his parents finally kicked him out for being a “sinner” and for sleeping with one of “the devil’s soldiers.” The same man who took him to the hospital when his migraine got so bad, he begged for death. The same man who accepted his and Eddie’s relationship wholeheartedly and made them breakfast with raised eyebrows.

It’s just Wayne.

Steve doesn’t really know why he’s trembling with anxiousness when his knuckles finally make contact with the apartment door— the one Eddie and Steve got for him (after a very long time of pursuing and pushing because no matter how famous and rich Eddie gets, Wayne still thinks they should keep everything for emergencies). He deserves it after everything.

“Steve.” The door swings open, Wayne’s smile greeting him.

He’s older now. More wrinkles, more white hairs. He’s got a creak in his knees that Eddie keeps teasing him on. He’s still dressed in one of his hundreds of flannels, a sweater underneath it to shield him from the colder weather.

“Hi, Wayne.”

They hug for a while, say their hellos, ask how the other is doing (not like Steve doesn’t know, they just talked through the phone yesterday, just like every other day). Steve helps him set the table, just for the two of them. Steve doesn’t say anything when Wayne takes out the mac and cheese with crumbled bacon from the oven, Steve’s favorite Wayne delicacy, he only smiles and starts digging in to eat his nerves away.

“So…” Wayne starts, after a sliver of silence, a second after they talk about the latest basketball game and how Sinclair’s play was impressive on the latest game.

“Hmm?” Steve hums, chewing through the food like it’s his last meal on earth.

“Listen, I love having dinner with you, son. But I can’t help but notice that Eddie was not invited.” Wayne raises an eyebrow at him, and it takes him back to the morning when Eddie and Steve finally tell him that they’re dating.

“Oh. Uhm.” Steve straightens up. He can do this. He rehearsed his speech in front of the mirror and then in front of Nancy who changed a few things and then in front of Robin who gave him the green light.

“So as you know, Eddie and… I… well, we’ve been together for over ten years now. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time now, and I know it’s not legal. I don’t know if it’s ever going to be, but I can’t wait any longer. Every day I don't get to call him my husband makes me— breathless. So, yes, I want to marry Eddie.” Steve announces firmly, before sputtering to follow it up, “With your permission and approval!”

Well… throw the whole speech out of the window then, damn.

Wayne blinks at him, hands crossing on his chest, as he watches Steve. It makes him nervous, activating his ramblings, “Eddie… Eddie is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I want to continue making him happy for the rest of my life. I know— I know I am not perfect, but I try my best every day. I will do everything and anything for that man, and I would never do anything to hurt him. He makes me a better person by just existing and he— Eddie— is the love of my life. But none of that matters without your approval, I can never marry him without your approval.”

They sit in silence for a second before Wayne stands up and disappears to his room. Steve sits still. That’s— that’s rejection, right? Should Steve just leave? Maybe he should clean the dishes before leaving?

Before Steve can even stand and start cleaning the plates, Wayne comes marching out of the room again.

He sits in front of Steve again, a soft smile on his face, “Listen, Steve. Eddie’s his own man. He always has been. But I appreciate you asking me for my permission, and I give it to you wholeheartedly.”

Wayne pushes a small box on the table, pushing it towards Steve.

“What’s this?” Steve whispers, astonished by the approval.

“Open it.” Wayne urges, as Steve lifts the box, popping the lid open.

A small gasp spills from Steve’s mouth. Inside the box is a beautiful silver engagement ring. There’s a garnet stone in the middle, surrounded and hugged by silver to accentuate the gem. Steve looks up at him, eyes wide.

“This is our gamma’s engagement ring. I am sure it’s older than that. But I got it back from my sister when she—“ Wayne pauses, grief still fresh even if it’s been almost 30 years, “— passed on. With Eddie’s preferences, I didn’t think it would be possible, so I kept it for safekeeping.”

Steve shuts the box as he starts shaking his head immediately, pushing the box back, “Wayne— I can’t— I don’t deserve—“

Wayne shakes his head, wrapping Steve’s hand on the box, “Steve, none of that nonsense. I’ve always seen you as a son, this just makes things official. It belongs to Eddie and I know he would love it, and I would love for you to use it.”

Steve stares at him as Wayne finally stands up, arms opening wide, “Well, come on. Give your father-in-law a hug.” Steve laughs, tears filling his eyes as he stands up to hug Wayne. How could he ever think this man would tell him no? Not when Wayne’s seen him as a son long before Steve even saw him as another dad.

Wayne tightens his arms around him, gently whispering, “You’ve always been part of this family, but still, welcome to the family, Steve.”

(And in a few weeks, when Steve finally goes on one knee, his heart in one hand and the ring on the other, Eddie will say yes. And Wayne will proudly watch his sons cry and laugh with happiness, give them two thumbs up, and a proud smile.)

#when i say uncle wayne you say supremacy #uncle wayne!#supremacy!#uncle wayne supremacy #also uncle wayne core??? no more like anna core!#happy birthday!#i love eddie and wayne’s relationship #but i needed this for ME #daeheadcanons #dae writes #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie #steddie headcanon #steddie ficlet #steddie fic

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worldlxvlys · 2 months

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birthday

dealer! chris x reader

warnings: cursing, it’s kinda short

a/n: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY @fuckhim-fuckher-fuckyou

“chris! where are you taking me?” i asked, laughing.

his long fingers covered my eyes, leaving me to see nothing but darkness.

“you’ll see, baby” he spoke as his free hand found the small of my back, helping to guide me through my home.

when i first woke up this morning, chris seemed hellbent on getting me out of the house.

he asked me to pick up very specific items from the store, giving me a long list of things to shop for.

i tried not to take it personal, but it was hard not to when it felt like he was trying to get rid of me.

as soon as i got back, he had rushed to help me out of the car, covering my eyes eagerly.

once i realized that he had a surprise planned, i instantly perked up.

he took the bags from my hands, placing them down in the kitchen, before continuing to walk me through the house.

when we got to my bedroom, he removed his hands.

my eyes widened in surprise as i took everything in.

“chris, what the fuck? how did you do this? when did you get the balloons? how did you hide them? what-?” i asked in shock.

“don’t worry about that, ma. happy birthday” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.

“chris, you really didn’t have to do this” i spoke as i felt tears begin to prick at the corners of my eyes.

“i know, but i wanted to. you deserve it” he spoke into my neck.

i turned around to face him, holding his cheek in my hand.

“thank you” i whispered before placing my lips to his.

his hands ran up and down my waist as my lips moved against his slowly. his soft lips slid against mine perfectly, making me smile into the kiss.

after a little while, i pulled away for air. his lips chased after mine immediately, leaving a light peck to them.

i let out a sigh of content, and walked over to the bed, grabbing the box of chocolates.

“want one?” i asked as i opened them.

he nodded his head with a grin, making me laugh at his eagerness.

i unwrapped the gold foil before placing the chocolate in his mouth, then doing the same for myself.

“does this mean i bought all of that food for nothing?” i asked, remembering the groceries that we left in the kitchen.

“nope, we’re gonna bake stuff” he said. “i was gonna make you a bunch of stuff, but i’m terrible at it. so, i figured we could do it together”

“you’re too sweet, chris. i love you”

“i love you too ma. and i love seeing you happy” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“damn, i’ve turned you into a huge softie” i said, thinking about how different things were when i first started buying from him.

“yeah, just don’t tell anyone. you’re the only person who gets to see it”

“that’s fine by me” i said as i cuddled into his side.

🌸🌸🌸🌸

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paper-ish · 2 years

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the moment between lightning and thunder

happy belated birthday to my stupid babel sons robin and ramy :’)

#babel an arcane history #books #ish draws #always forget to post twitter stuff here #robin swift #ramiz rafi mirza #robinramy #babel rf kuang #babel spoilers #babel or the necessity of violence #rebecca kuang #rebecca f kuang #letitia wright #babel #babel fan art

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mlim8 · 5 months

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10.28.23 || 11.13.23 || 11.28.23 - I'M SORRY THIS IS LATE BUT HAPPY HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY @elwon @laurefindil-13 AND @moonfox281

Please enjoy some baby Jay - 🥺 Robin gives him magic ✨

#jason todd #robin!jason #robin jason #dc #dc comics

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corrodedbisexual · 8 months

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Suck it better

Steddie | E | ~3.5k | AO3 link

Featuring: Porn With Plot (a little bit of plot ok I tried), Hand & Finger Kink, Thumb-sucking, Praise Kink, Competence Kink (if you squint), Hand Job, Blow Job, Masturbation, Fluff and Smut, Boys Kissing, Experienced Eddie Munson, POV Steve Harrington

A slightly belated gift for @stobinesque 🥰 happy birthday new friend!!!

“Sorry, sorry, just a sec,” Steve chuckles, scrambling to tug his sweatshirt from underneath Eddie’s butt. “I’d really rather not have a needle stuck in my dick.” Above him, Eddie giggles. Steve tosses the shirt away and looks up. “What?” Steve raises his eyebrows, unable not to smile back at Eddie’s cheeky expression. Eddie bites on his fist, looks away, then back to Steve, his grin impossibly wide. “Well. If that happened, I could always suck it better, you know.” *** An impromptu lesson in mending clothes takes an unexpected turn when Steve accidentally stabs his thumb with the needle.

They are in the middle of their weekly hangout at Eddie’s trailer, stretched out on the bed in his room, when Eddie suddenly says, “Hey, you’ve got a hole in your shirt, Stevie.”

Steve tugs on the edge of his green sweatshirt to see where Eddie’s pointing. There, he sees it; just below his armpit, the seams have come apart, revealing a gap about two inches long.

It was about time that happened, he supposes. He’s had this shirt for years, and it’s a little tighter on him now that he doesn’t regularly play sports or adhere to a diet. But it’s one of his comfiest ones, so soft and worn. Also, kind of a bittersweet reminder of simpler times, when he was just a high school student, blissfully clueless of what lurks beneath Hawkins.

“Shit,” he murmurs. “I really liked this one.”

Eddie snorts.

“You sound like it got set on fire, or something. It’s fine, it just needs stitches.”

“Right, if only I had a… girlfriend who could fix it for me,” Steve replies. He almost said mother, catching himself at the last moment; it’s kind of pathetic to assume your mom would be mending your clothes at nineteen years old.

Eddie narrows his eyes at him.

“Well, maybe not a girlfriend, but you do have a friend. ”

Steve shakes his head.

“Robin doesn’t know how to sew.”

Eddie groans, kicking him lightly against his shin.

“And that is exactly why it’s sexist to assume you need a girl for the task, Steve.”

Eddie bends over the edge of the bed and reaches under it, pushing some items around audibly, then letting out a triumphant grunt and coming back up with a metal tin box. Bigger than the one he usually carries weed in. He opens the lid, and when Steve looks inside, he sees a bunch of various colored threads, a small pillow of different sized needles and pins, scissors, and several other items he can’t quite place.

“Not all girls can sew,” Eddie speaks, taking a couple of green thread rolls and bringing them to Steve’s sleeve in turn, putting aside the one that looks almost the exact same color. “And not all those who can are girls.”

“Oh,” Steve says dumbly. “I wasn’t… trying to be sexist, sorry. I didn’t know you can sew.”

“What, did you think my battle vest was custom ordered?” Eddie smirks, untangling the thread and biting through it once he has the length he needs; Steve’s too ashamed to admit that it’s kind of exactly what he assumed. “I made it myself. I make a lot of things. Been sewing my Halloween costumes from scratch since I was thirteen. Plus, I patch up my own and Wayne’s clothes all the time. This kinda skill saves you a whole lot of cash.”

“That’s… really cool,” Steve finally says, genuinely impressed. Narrowing his eyes, Eddie pokes the thread into the needle once, twice, then swiftly pulling it through the eye. “Wow, how’d you do that so fast?” Steve laughs. “I remember my mum cursing up a storm for several minutes every time. She was obsessed with embroidery for a while.”

Eddie smirks, setting the thread down and wriggling his fingers in the air. “I guess I just have very talented hands, Stevie.”

Steve swallows, hoping his cheeks don’t look as red as they suddenly feel, because… he’s having a really, really hard time not thinking about exactly how talented Eddie’s hands could be.

Steve blinks back to reality when he realizes Eddie’s saying something to him.

“What?”

“I said, gimme.” Eddie chuckles and tugs on Steve’s sleeve.

“Oh.” Steve looks down at his sweatshirt, then up at Eddie, needle with a green thread already in hand. “Eds, you don’t have to do that.”

“I’m aware, I don’t see you holding me at gunpoint,” Eddie rolls his eyes. “I can’t bear witness to a perfectly good thing being thrown in the trash. Also, it literally takes five minutes, do I look busy to you? Come on, shirt off.”

Read the rest on AO3

#took a break from my virgin Eddie agenda for this and it was fun to write #steddie #steddie fic #steddie smut #smut #misha-bawlins fanfic #tw blood #(very minor literally just a pinprick)

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chialattea · 2 months

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Happy belated birthday, Nico Robin!!!

#nico robin #robin one piece #one piece #chia draws #tbh I just wanted to experiment a bit #not fully satisfied but staring at it for hours ain’t gonna change that #also have you guys ever tasted msemen #it’s like one of the best foods ever #I think robin would like it #bc she has good taste #anyways yesterday I made so much msemen #it was soooo good #god I love women #BARK BARK BARK #Nico robin just one chance please

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maladaptive-day-dreams · 11 months

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Happy Birthday

ronance x reader, smut, 3.7k words

for my dear Vix’s birthday <3 (this is a belated birthday now bc i write so fucking slow but it still counts bc i started it on their birthday so)

milf!nancy & older!neighbor!robin x nanny!reader

nanny as in an in-house caretaker for the kids, established relationship with nance, voyerism/mention of voyerism, fingering, mutual masturbation, oral (f-receiving obvs), strap-on, blowjob of a strap (ig Eiffel tower moment technically), multiple orgasms, idk what it’s called but a fuck pile is what I’m calling it, overuse of good girl & baby (if that’s possible)

this is gonna be f i l t h y you have been warned

You’ve been Nancy’s nanny for months now. And you’ve also been intimate with her for months now.

When you first started, it was lingering glances and shared glasses of wine once the kids were in bed.

Then it became soft touches. Her hand grazing your arm. Hands on your waist so she can pass behind you as you cook for her. Shoulder massages to keep you to herself for longer once the kids are asleep.

And then, it was an invitation for a day at her pool with her when the kids were with their father your second weekend. It was the two of you in skimpy bikinis. Taking your time to put sunscreen on each other’s shoulders and backs.

It was too much sangria and drunken shallow end swimming. And you sitting on the steps with her standing in front of you. Her leaning down to capture your lips in an innocent kiss. And you chasing her lips when she pulls away. It was her moving to sit on your lap where you sat on the stairs, her hands finding home on your cheeks and pulling you towards her mouth as she deepened the kiss. It was hot, open mouths and warm wet tongues as you explored each others mouths.

It was her arms reaching around your back to untie your swimsuit, and then her undoing her own. It was goosebumps and taught nipples and wet breasts and heavy breaths as your hands and mouth explored her body. And it was her pulling your mouth away from her nipple so she could get up and extend a hand to you.

It was her leading you towards a lounge chair and pushing you down to lie on it. Her hands moving to your swim bottoms and a breathy “can i?” And it was a nod of yes from you that had her pulling down your bottoms and running her hands back up your legs. Her hands opening your legs and baring your cunt to her and the air and the sun. Her fingers running up your slit and a soft and sweet “you’re so wet baby” as she started to circle your clit with her finger.

You’re string of “fuck,” “yes,” “nance, and “please” pushed her on, until you felt the loss of her fingers. You whined, only to look down and see her brown hair between your thighs as she licked a stripe up your cunt. It was your hands bolting to her hair and pulling her closer to your pussy as she wrapped her lips around your clit and sucked and lapped at it, and then it was her fingers pushing into you and finding a rhythm with her licking that had you biting your lip as you came.

And then one pool day became the weekend and sharing her bed and making her feel good and her making you feel good.

And then it became more frequent touches, and secret kisses when the kids weren’t looking. It became midnight skinny dipping and ending with your feet in the water and back on the hard concrete as she eats you out from where she wades in the pool. And you biting into pillows to keep quiet as Nancy pounds into you with her strap from behind. It was her fingers in your cunt as soon as you stepped into your room after tucking the kids in.

And that became your normal. You were Nancy’s and she was yours. You two were unofficially official, but kept it secret from the kids.

***

Today is your birthday. You get home from grocery shopping and call out for the kids so they can help you make cookies but they don’t come when you call. Instead, Nancy finds her way to the kitchen and silently watches you (your ass more like it) as you put stuff away in the fridge.

“Happy birthday baby,” she says.

“Jesus Nance!” you say startled, your hand flying to your now racing heart.

“Sorry! Sorry!” she laughs moving around the kitchen island to grab your empty ands and pull you into her for a kiss.

“Happy happy birthday my love,” she smiles into the kiss. “I got you a present.”

“All I want or need is you Nance,” you smile at her as she pulls away. “Where are the kids?”

“That’s half of the present, no working tonight.” She helps you put the rest of the groceries away before taking your hand and bringing you to the couch. The two of you sit down and you lean in to kiss her but she stops you and you whine.

“Please?”

“Ah ah ah, your other half of the present should be here any second.”

At that moment, there’s a knock at the door.

“Go ahead and open the door baby,” she smiles.

You leave her on the couch and go open the front door to see her neighbor, Robin.

“Hi Y/N, happy birthday,” the woman says.

“Hi?” you half say, half ask turning to look at Nancy.

“C’mon in Robin, Y/N close the door behind her?”

You do as Nancy asks as Robin makes her way to the other side of the couch. Following slightly behind her you stay standing by Nancy’s side of the couch.

Nancy takes hold of your hand and pulls you into her lap, “you remember meeting Robin at the 4th of July barbecue right?”

You nod a yes, your eyes meeting those of the girl in question. “And we say hello whenever I’m weeding the garden.”

“That we do,” Robin says with a beautiful smile.

Nancy’s hands wrap around your waist and play with the button on your pants, popping it open and pulling down the zipper, but your hand shoots down and grabs hers to stop her.

“Nance,” you pause, your breathing getting shallower.

“It’s okay baby, this is your birthday present. Remember our conversation last week?”

You recall mentioning how pretty Robin is, and then Nancy fucked you silly and brought it up again asking “wanna get played with by me and Robin? Wanna get fucked in both holes? Want Robin’s fingers in your pussy? Yeah? You want that, huh?” as she pounded into you with her strap.

“Oh,” is all you respond with, but you slowly move your hand off of hers at the end of your zipper.

“That’s my girl,” Nancy says in your ear before placing a sweet kiss to your neck.

Her hand starts moving again, finding its way under your panties. You moan but bite your tongue as her fingers caress your pussy lips. Her fingers dip into your slit, feeling how wet you are for her and dragging your arousal up to your clit where she starts to rub and pinch at your engorged bud.

“Let us hear you, baby,” Nancy asks.

You stop biting your lip, your mouth dropping open in a stream of gasps and groans as Nancy plays with your cunt.

“She’s so pretty, isn’t she Robin?”

You open your eyes and see Robin’s sight concentrated on Nancy’s hand in your pants.

“Her sounds are pretty,” Robin agrees. “But I want to see her.”

“We can do that, you want to show off to Robin baby? Wanna let her see how wet you are? She can hear it but she wants to see it?”

“Yes, please,” you answer. Nancy pulls her hand from you and you whine at the loss but moan when Nancy holds out her fingers covered in your arousal towards Robin who leans in and eagerly sucks them into her mouth. She groans at your taste and scoots closer to you and Nancy, her hands moving to your hips in a question.

You nod and Robin pulls both your jeans and panties off, her hands caressing your bare calves as she scoots ever closer and watches as Nancy’s hand finds its way back to your wet cunt. Robin’s watching as Nancy’s fingers enter you, the loud squelch of your pussy around her digits cause Robins mouth to open in a silent “oh.”

Robin’s hands leave your calves and move to her own clothed cunt. She strokes herself over her shorts before saying “fuck it” and putting them in her own shorts and touching herself to the sight of Nancy finger fucking you.

Nancy’s fingers continue to move in and out of you, reaching all the right places and making your legs start to quiver.

“Wanna–oh ah–wanna see you Rob,” you moan.

You don’t have to say it twice, she pauses her movements and shimmies her shorts down, baring herself to you and Nancy. She goes back to her ministrations, getting herself to the edge while Nancy keeps pushing you closer and closer to climax.

“My good girl,” Nancy says, punctuating every word with a kiss to your neck. “Doing perfect for me and Robin.”

You grab her unoccupied and and squeeze it.

“You close?” she asks.

“Mhm,” you whine, eyes closed. The mixed noises of yours and Robins wet cunts, Robin’s heavy breaths and Nancy’s sweet praise in your ear are enough to push you over the edge and you cum around Nancy’s fingers with a moan. You open your eyes, slightly spent, and see Robin still masturbating in front of you. You shift slowly, body a bit spent from the strength of your orgasm, and move off of Nancy’s lap. Nancy, gets up and disappears into the house as you watch Robin’s fingers fuck into her.

“Can I help?” you ask her, leaning down to get closer to her cunt.

“Yes, Y/N, please.”

Robin lays back as you shift onto your stomach, your face inches from her beautiful, wet cunt. Your hot breath causes Robins back to arch off the cushion, and she bucks her hips towards you, begging for your mouth.

You place a soft kiss on her mound, your tongue finding her clit and circling it. You alternate licking and sucking on her bud, eliciting the most melodious of sounds from the woman’s lips, before moving down and licking into her. She lets out a loud moan and you feel Nancy’s hand rubbing your back as you continue to fuck Robin with your tongue.

“Look at you, baby, making Ms. Robin feel so good.”

You moan out a reply and it shoots vibrations through Robin’s body, pulling her climax from her. Her mouth opens in a silent scream as she cums on your mouth, your tongue taking everything she’ll give. Her legs shake around your head as she rides out her high on your tongue.

Nancy pulls you up from Robins spent cunt and kisses you fervently, the need to taste Robin on your lips severe. She licks into your mouth, groaning at the taste of another woman’s cum on your tongue.

“God, she tastes so good,” Nancy says, pulling away from you.

Robin moves to sit up, “Y/N is even better than you said Nancy, better than I saw too.”

“Better than she saw?” you ask looking between the two women.

“Robin,” Nancy pauses. “Our relationship is unique, Y/N. She likes to watch when I hook up with people and hear about them when we fuck somewhere she can’t see. We tend get off together when I recount my escapades, that or I help her get off as I tell her what I did. Usually it’s only ever one time things but with you, it was different–it is different. It’s consistent.”

“We were going to tell you last week but then Nancy mentioned that you two had talked about me and we decided this would be better.”

“Are you okay with that? Are you okay with this? With us?” Nancy asks.

“Yeah,” you breathe.

“Yeah?” Robin smiles.

You nod, hiding your face in Nancy’s chest.

“Awe, our girl is shy about how much she wants us,” Nancy teases.

“Don’t tease,” Robin laughs. “It’s Y/Ns birthday, she should pick what we do.”

“Well, she had mentioned wanting to be fucked in both holes,” Nancy says. “Do you still want that, baby?”

“Yes please,” you beg. “But I wanna see you, all of you. Both of you.”

“As the Birthday girl requests,” Robin smiles and the two of them strip themselves of the rest of their clothing. You do the same, shedding yourself of your top and bra before sitting on the couch and watching the two women in front of you as they bare themselves to you in full.

“When you were having your fill of our guest, I went upstairs to grab our toys for the night,” Nancy says pulling out two strap-ons from the bag she placed on the floor by the couch. One was slightly thicker, while the other was longer and curved, both of which you knew well from nights with Nancy. Robin and Nancy take a strap each and put them on, turning to face you. Robin has the pink, curved dildo while Nancy has her favorite thick, purple one. “Who do you want where baby?”

“I want,” you pause. “I want Robin to fuck my pussy while I suck you off.”

Robin smiles and sits on the couch beside you. “On your knees then, Y/N, lean over the arm rest for Nancy ok?”

You do as you’re asked, getting on your knees on the couch and then leaning over the arm rest of the couch and coming face to face with Nancy’s strap. You look up at your girlfriend and lick the tip of her cock before taking it into your mouth.

“So eager,” Nancy smiles down at you, a hand caressing your cheek.

Robin laughs and situates herself behind you, her hand coming to cup your cunt and you jolt forward, taking more of Nancy;s cock into your mouth with a moan. She delves two fingers into your cunt, coating them in the remnants of your arousal and cum and then removing them and stroking her strap to get it wet for you. You throw your hips back to chase her fingers but instead are met with her silicone cock as it slips into your cunt. You groan at the fullness of being taken in both holes.

Robin stays put as she slowly moves in you, while you bob your head on Nancy’s strap. When Robin bottoms out, you gag on Nancy’s cock and pull off to breathe.

“Taking my cock like such a good girl,” the girl says from behind you.

“Fuck, yes, Robin,” you moan as she starts to move in and out of you at a slow pace. “Faster, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Robin grabs your hips and starts pulling you back onto her and thrusting into you, hitting harder, faster and deeper. The curve of her strap catching on your g-spot with every drag of her cock in and out of your cunt.

“C’mon, open wide baby,” Nancy says, grabbing your attention from the pleasure rising in your stomach. She taps the tip of her strap on your lips as she says this, and you open your mouth to her to be used.

Nancy takes hold of the back of your head and starts fucking your mouth at a pace as close to Robin’s as possible.Your eyes roll back in your head from pleasure as the two women abuse your holes. While she can’t feel it Nancy can hear when you moan around her cock, but only slightly above the squelching sound of your full, wet cunt.

“She’s close, Rob.”

“Yeah? Our good girl likes being used like a fuck toy huh?”

You groan and push your hips back into her as your answer. One of Robin’s hands moves from your hip around your waist and down, her fingers catching your clit and rubbing the sensitive bud. A few more deep thrusts into your cunt and circles of your clit and the coil in your belly tightens to a snapping point as you choke a scream on Nancy’s cock and cum around Robins.

Your body is shaking as you ride out your second orgasm of the night. Nancy pulls her strap from your mouth and Robin pulls you with her when she moves to sit back, her strap still buried in you.

You’re breathing is heavy and labored as you sit in Robins lap. “You did so good baby,” she coos in your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Kiss me,” you beg.

Robin turns you to face her and finally kisses you on the lips for the first time tonight. Her lips are soft, her mouth warm and wet and addictive as you continue to kiss her. She lets go of your cheek and slowly lifts you from her cock. You whimper at the loss but contentedly shift to the empty side of the couch while Nancy moves towards where Robin sits. Your girlfriend drops to her knees before her neighbor and takes Robin’s cock into her mouth, bobbing and sucking and licking until there’s no more of your release left on it.

“God, baby, you taste so good.”

“Nance,” Robin sighs. “You haven’t gotten off yet tonight.”

“Tonight is about my girl,” she smiles at you.

“I want you to feel good, Nance,” you say looking fondly at her. “Robin will you make her feel good?”

“I’d love to,” she says, looking at your girlfriend with love.

Robin holds out her hand to Nancy who takes it softly and climbs on top of Robins lap and strap. She moans as she sinks down onto the pink dildo while holding on to Robin’s shoulders. Robin’s hands move to Nancy’s hips and you watch as she helps your girl move up and down on her cock. You didn’t think you could get more aroused but you do as you watch Nancy ride Robin. Nancy looks at you and holds her hand out, you grasp it and move towards the couple. You watch as Robin pulls Nancy in for a hot kiss, all teeth and tongue and wanting, and then Nancy pulls away and Robin pulls you in to her.

The kiss is heady and needy and so intoxicating. But she pulls away and Nancy pulls you in to her. You’re making out with your girlfriend while she rides another woman’s cock and you couldn’t be more turned on. Nancy gasps as Robin’s fingers find her clit and rubs slow circles around it, drawing out a quick and powerful release. And you swallow Nancy’s moans as she cums around Robin’s cock.

You help Nancy off of Robin’s strap and ask, “can we move somewhere more comfortable?”

Nancy, in a haze, asks, “bedroom?”

You smile and take her hand and Robin’s and the three of you make your way to the bedroom. You drop their hands and crawl onto the bed, turning around to sit and face them.

“Nancy, I want you to fuck me.”

Your girlfriend smiles and starts to crawl towards you.

“Robin,” you pause. “I want you to fuck Nancy while she fucks me.”

Both women groan and Robin makes her way onto the bed, following Nancy.

“Lay down baby,” Nancy smiles, peppering a sweet kiss to your lips. You shift down and lay back, your head on the pillows. Nancy kisses you again and then kisses her way down your chest, kissing between your breasts and then on them, taking each nipple into her mouth worshiping your body. You squirm as she sits back and looks at you taking in your body before leaning over you and aligning her strap with your entrance. She pushes in slowly, reveling in the pleasure that spreads across your face as she does.

Once she’s buried to the hilt, Robin shifts in behind her. She kisses along Nancy’s back and gets her own strap aligned with Nancy. With Robin slowly sinking into her cunt, Nancy moans and her eyes close in ecstasy.

“Fuck, Robin, its so good, you’re so good.”

“God this is so hot,” Robin says. “Are you guys okay for me to move?”

“Yes,” Nancy moans.

“Please,” you chime in.

Robin starts a slow pace so Nancy can get used to the feeling before she starts to rut into you. As soon as Nancy begins to move in you, the three of you moan together at the wet sounds that reverberate in the room.

You try to wrap your legs around Nancy but instead she pushes your knees into your chest and bears her weight down on you as she starts to thrust into you harder. Robin matches Nancy’s movements and soon you and Nancy are moaning messes and Robin is surrounded by the most beautiful noises she’s ever heard.

Nancy kisses you deeply, and she can feel Robins lips on her back as she does. She whispers, “I love you, both of you,” before letting a hand trail down to your overstimulated clit. Robin does the same for Nancy, her hand running quick circles into your girls clit, and the two of you share a shuddered breath before you burst, Nancy cumming on Robin’s cock and you cumming and squirting on Nancy’s.

“Fuck, Nancy you didn’t say Y/N was a squirter,” Robin says as she feels the warm liquid soak both her and Nancy’s thighs.

“I’ve only ever gotten it from her once,” Nancy smiles. “After a lot more than three little orgasms.”

You blush and try to hide your face in the pillows. Robin pulls out of Nancy first and walks to the ensuite to start a shower while Nancy captures your lips in another heated kiss. You whine into her as she pulls out of you, with a soft “happy birthday.”

The three of you move from the bed to the shower, but Nancy and Robin have to help you get clean, that last orgasm taking a lot out of you. Once you’re finished you towel off, change and strip the sheets of the bed to put new ones on while Robin’s moans echo through the bathroom as Nancy makes sure she got the most out of your birthday too.

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justyefei · 3 months

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Belated Happy Birthday to the dearest Robin chwan❤❤

#one piece #my art #fanart #nico robin #hpb #late?#i love her😍

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griefabyss69 · 17 days

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Eternal Rains Will Come - Paraphillia 05 - Dacryphilia

Steddie - Rated: M - 3.1K

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Happy belated birthday to @steddieas-shegoes!!! I hope you enjoy it <3 <3 <3

Summary

Dacryphilia (also known as dacrylagnia) is a form of paraphilia in which one is aroused by tears or sobbing. --

Eddie helps Steve out in the kitchen and Steve's impulse control fails him. Excerpt

"Alright, stop it with the stink eye," Eddie says, and starts to cut the tomato properly. "I'll be on my best behavior."

"Uh-huh," Steve says, flat and dry only to continue the little game they have going on. The one where Steve has to pretend Eddie annoys the shit out of him so he doesn't stick his hands up his shirt. "You're real good at behaving."

Eddie's grin is all dimples as he works, efficiently enough that it's satisfying to watch, even if everything's kind of uneven.

It's getting turned into sauce anyway, so it doesn't matter. Besides, they only have each other to impress.

They prepare the tomatoes, then a green pepper, some garlic and basil to simmer on the side, and…

An onion.

Steve fucking hates chopping onions, so when that's the only thing left, he pretends like he's so busy, sticking his head in the fridge and rearranging shit as if he's actually doing something useful. Eddie's sigh is weary, but he starts to peel it anyway.

"I dunno how the pros do it man," Eddie says, already wincing before he's even got the knife in it. "Maybe their eyes just become immune to this shit?"

Steve gives him a little shrug as he starts heating up oil in the sauce pan. There's a couple smashed cloves of garlic and an open can of tomato paste waiting to kick everything off.

"Maybe they've got industry secrets, or maybe they just need to cry a lot. Robin knows someone who works in a kitchen and from what she hears it's like, hell in there."

Eddie laughs, one side of his mouth all halfhearted about it as he chops the onion in half.

"Yeah, Vecna wouldn't stand a chance as a line cook," he says, continuing to chop.

#griefabyss69 writing #paraphillia series #steddie fanficiton #steddie fanfic

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boneparrot · 3 months

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Happy Franky Friday and a belated happy birthday to Nico Robin!

#franky #cyborg franky #nico robin #one piece #franky friday #my art #THIS WAS POSTED ONE MINUTE BEFORE SATURDAY 😭

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creative-type · 4 months

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@pokeharvest I was your Secret Santa. Merry belated Christmas, and happy New Year

Dark came earlier than expected, but Zoro didn’t care. He powered through his workout as the sky went from blue to gold to black, appreciating the cooler air but otherwise unconcerned. He knew the Sunny’s crow’s nest like the back of his hand, had long-since memorized where each of his weights lay. Grounded in the familiar rhythm of routine, he didn’t even bother to turn on a light. It wasn’t worth the break in concentration.

He was nearly finished when the door pounded open. Zoro didn’t stop his set as he felt Nami’s Presence…and her irritation. Nami was always irritated about something, and trying to figure out why usually ended up with his pockets lighter and his debts doubled.

“What are you doing?” she exclaimed while fumbling for the light. A moment later they were both blinking away the brightness, and at the sight of him the line between her eyebrows deepened.

Zoro knew better than to mention that either. She’d just think he was trying to say she was getting wrinkles.

“What in the—Why are you doing squats? Everyone’s waiting for you.”

At this Zoro paused. It was tricky because he was in the deepest part of his squat, legs burning from the thousand reps he’d already done, but the training was worth it. “What do you mean they’re waiting for me? I’m on watch.”

“The party, you imbecile,” Nami said.

“Oh, we’re doing Chopper’s birthday today? A little bit early, isn’t it?” Zoro said. With a grunt of effort he stood and racked the weights before grabbing a towel. “Yeah, give me a minute and I’ll be down. Franky knows where his present is, so you can go ahead and add it to the pile.”

Nami stared at him, a throbbing vein in her temple joining her furrowed brow. “Please don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Forgot what?” Zoro asked incredulously. “It’s Chopper’s birthday, of course I didn’t forget.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you,” Nami said. “Chopper heard on the last island we were at that the people give presents to everyone around this time. Some kind of holiday for the solstice, Robin said, since it was a winter island.”

“And…?” Zoro said.

“And Chopper really liked the idea, so for his birthday he wanted to go local so to speak and celebrate, with everyone giving gifts to everyone. He was weirdly gung-ho about the whole thing, but that’s Chopper for you.”

“What? When was this?” Zoro asked.

“Right after departing, remember? He made a big announcement over dinner and everything,” Nami said.

Zoro flung his arms into the air. “And I was still out of it. It took me a full three days to regain consciousness after our last fight, remember?”

A look of shocked realization came over her. “I could have sworn someone told you.”

“And I know for a fact no one did.”

They stood at an impasse. It wasn’t the first time Zoro had missed out on inter-crew discussions, whether it be the aftermath of fights, or naps, or training, and ordinarily he didn’t care. Most of the time it was just bickering over stupid stuff anyway, and Luffy wasn’t exactly the subtle type who kept his big plans secret. As long as Zoro knew who he was supposed to cut it didn’t matter.

Other times, he missed out on the plans for Chopper’s birthday, and would end up looking like a complete ass.

Zoro shrugged, half to himself. “Well, at least I got something for Chopper. Lemme get changed, and I’ll be down.”

“Oh no no no nonono,” Nami said. Some of the bravado had left her voice, and she sounded…almost panicky? Zoro would have laughed if he didn’t think she wouldn’t throw lightning at him.. “Surely there’s something you can throw together for the rest of us.”

“Of course I don’t; quit being stupid. Chopper will understand if I explain what happened, and if he’s that upset, I’ll figure out something the next time we land,” Zoro said.

“You don’t get it, I’m the one who was supposed to tell you,” Nami said. “I promised I would.”

“So it’s your fault. That’s even better,” Zoro said, unable to keep a smirk off his face.

“Shut up,” Nami snapped. “Look, I can help you out, but you’ll owe me.”

Zoro crossed his arms. “Seems like you’re the one who should owe me.”

“Don’t be silly. Even if that were true, your debt is so ridiculously high that this would hardly put a dent into it.”

“I don’t owe you anything.”

“Pfft, do you want me to send you a list? First, remember that loan I gave in Loguetown for your old swords?”

“That was literally two years ago,” Zoro said.

“Yeah, and I’m still waiting for you to pay up,” Nami said. That sly smile came creeping back, that look that said she had him right where she wanted him, and they both knew it. Zoro should have been mad, but it was almost impressive how she was able to twist the situation into her favor.

“Fine. But you realize I’m just doing this because it’s Chopper, right?”

“Oh, for sure,” Nami said. A mutual understanding passed between them, the sort of thing that came after living on the same ship with the same people for years. The presents didn’t really matter, or the solstice, or the debt that Zoro never seemed to be able to work off. He didn’t give two shits about any of that, but there were precious few things Zoro wouldn’t do for the Straw Hat’s youngest member..

“So long as we’re on the same page. Can you buy me thirty minutes?” Zoro asked.

“You sure you don’t need my help?” Nami asked sweetly. “Considering the circumstances, I’ll keep my interest rates reasonable. How’s 100% sound?”

“Fuck you,” Zoro said, but he was smiling, and a moment later she was laughing, and they both knew that they’d do whatever it took for Chopper’s birthday to go off without a hitch.

Xxx

Ten minutes later, and that smile was gone. While Nami kept the rest of the crew busy with party games, Zoro tore through the Sunny like a man possessed. Chopper’s present was already taken care of, but that left eight people unaccounted for. And if that wasn’t enough, Zoro didn’t have much that he could gift. The little space he did lay claim to on the Sunny was spartan compared to much of the crew, and as much as he wanted to, it wasn’t like he could wrap up a few of his weight plates and call it a day.

But there was a small part of him, nearly smothered by his greater annoyance with the situation, that reveled in the challenge. Zoro wasn’t a gift-giver by nature—in his mind, a person’s actions were more important—but there was something deeply satisfying in finding the perfect gift.

Nami and Franky were easy. From his personal stash he grabbed a bottle of rum that would pair perfectly with Franky’s cola and some old wine he’d never gotten around to opening. The latter was nicer than Nami deserved, but he made up for it by writing To the witch on the label. Zoro figured that when she saw it there was a fifty-fifty chance of her chucking it back at him, in which case, he’d get his wine back.

Jinbe rounded out his alcohol-related presents with a nice sake set he’d been given on Wano. The box and the cups that came inside were artisan and hand-made, the sort of thing that was meant to be appreciated more than drank out of. While he’d miss the booze, he figured it was something Jinbe would appreciate more than he ever could, and maybe he’d be nice enough to share a cup while reminiscing over old times. Plus, since it was already in a box he would be the easiest thing to wrap so far.

The minutes ticked on, and Zoro scrounged up the old weight lifting manual he’d once seen Usopp peeking through and his spare sword care kit. Brook’s cane sword might have been sharpened by the icy winds of hell, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t use the occasional polish. While digging around looking for his kit, he found the tiny cross necklace Perona had given him as a cruel joke. She’d claimed at the time that Mihawk had dozens of the things and there’s no way he’d miss the one she’d taken, and Zoro had always wondered if hidden inside was the same knife that’d stabbed him all those years ago.

It turned out later she’d had the damn thing special made just to mess with him, because if there was anything in his life he had too much of, it was women who liked to make him miserable. Zoro tucked it away for Robin, because at least she knew how useful a hidden knife could be.

Last but not least, while Nami shooed the crew away to the top deck to continue the festivities, Zoro snuck to the fish tank and scraped out a little bit of algae and shoved it in a box. For the love-cook, since it was the closest thing they had to marimo.

Zoro ran back to the men’s quarters, his gifts splayed out on his hammock. He managed to be pleased with himself for exactly two seconds before a second round of panic started to set in. Looking around the room, he searched for paper, or scissors, or tape. Chopper’s gift had been easy to just slip in a bag, but now he didn’t even see that.

There was probably stuff in the woman’s quarters, but he didn’t dare go there on pain of death. Zoro rubbed his hand over his head and swore. He was running out of time. Hell, Zoro wasn’t sure he’d know how to wrap all this even if he had paper. It was the sort of thing that Usopp usually did for him. Not because Zoro cared what his wrapping jobs looked like, but because when Usopp saw how bad he did he got embarrassed on his behalf.

“Screw it,” Zoro said under his breath and gathered everything up in his arms. If Nami didn’t like it, she could just deal. He turned around to finally join the others, and swore again, almost dropping his hastily-gotten gifts.

A line of arms had made its way into the room, holding rolls of colorful wrapping paper, bags doused with glitter, and bright sheets of tissue paper. One of the arms held up a pair of scissors in silent question, and Zoro let out a sigh of relief.

“Yes, please.”

In the distance he thought he heard Robin chuckle, and more arms sprouted to relieve him of his burden. Minutes later he was rushing up to the rest of the crew, and at the sight of him the Straw Hats let out a burst of applause.

“There he is! We thought you’d never make it!” Usopp yelled as Zoro dropped his—very nicely—wrapped gifts onto the pile. The love-sick love cook shoved a mug of spiced mead into his arms and muttered something about making the beloved ladies of the crew wait, but a well-timed word from Nami kept him from going to blows.

“Yeah, yeah,” Zoro grumbled as he scanned the crew. He couldn’t help but smile a little as Chopper came running toward him and launched himself into the biggest hug he could manage while in Brain Point. “Happy birthday.”

“Happy solstice! Not that it makes me happy, you asshole!” Chopper corrected, wiggling with pleasure.

“That too.”

“Zoro! Zoro, you gotta try out this meat Sanji made,” Luffy shouted from across the room, and at the sight of him Zoro’s stomach sank.

In his mad rush, he’d forgotten to bring something for his captain.

There was no chance to run back to his room to find something. Without waiting for Zoro to respond, Luffy stretched an arm across the room and grabbed a fist full of Zoro’s shirt, dragging him over to the table laden with food. Brook already had his violin out and was playing carols with Franky accompanying on the guitar and Jinbe singing along in his surprisingly resonant baritone. As he flung past, Robin gave a knowing smile and asked Chopper if he wished to start.

And of course he did, and it was with a whoop and a holler that the gift giving began.

xxx

It was a Straw Hat party through and through. By the end of it there wasn’t a clean surface left on the Sunny, and even the curly brow was exhausted enough to leave the dishes for another time. Both pirates and presents were strewn about the ship in complete disarray. The rest of the crew was in no state to keep watch, so it was Zoro who clambered back into the crow’s nest to complete his watch, pleasantly buzzed from the sake Jinbe had indeed shared but nevertheless alert.

He had just racked his weights when for the second time that day he felt a Presence coming up to join him. It was more timid than Nami’s ever was, and Zoro opened the latch before Chopper could find himself hiding in the doorway.

“I thought you were sleeping,” Zoro said.

“I was,” Chopper said, with a yawn for emphasis. “But I wanted to say thank you.”

“What for?”

“You didn’t have to do all that.”

Zoro paused. “What do you mean? It’s what you said you wanted, isn’t it?”

“I heard,” Chopper said, scuffing one hoof on the ground. “You and Nami earlier. I heard it all.”

“Tch, those ears of yours,” Zoro said. “Besides, it’s not your fault Nami forgot to tell me.”

“But it is!” Chopper exclaimed, suddenly distraught. “Nami lied, I was the one who was supposed to tell you after you regained consciousness. When I realized today I forgot, Nami promised me that she made sure you knew.”

“That witch,” Zoro said. But there was no venom in his voice; after all, he couldn’t fault her for trying to make his birthday special. “Besides, I screwed it up anyway by forgetting Luffy.”

“I don’t think he noticed,” Chopper said.

Zoro grunted. “Probably not. I’ll still have to get him something next time we land. That’s the whole point of the solstice, isn’t it? According to what the last island said?”

“I think it’s more about being together.” Chopper looked up at him and grinned. “And it was fun, wasn’t it?”

Zoro returned his smile, remembering how Sanji had turned purple with rage upon opening his gift. “Yeah, it was.”

Outside the crow’s nest, snow began to fall. The pair fell silent, enjoying the moment together. Chopper once again hugged Zoro’s leg, and Zoro’s hand found the top of Chopper’s head.

“I at least did good with yours, right?” Zoro asked. “Since it was the only present I actually got to plan for.”

“Oh, that was the other thing I came up here for.” Fishing in his pocket, Chopper pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to Zoro. “You literally just got better from almost dying. Again. You really shouldn’t be lifting weights.”

“You’re cashing in now?” Zoro asked. He took the paper, which was a signed, one time promise to do whatever Chopper asked of him.

“Doctor’s orders,” Chopper said, and with one final squeeze added, “Happy solstice.”

Zoro couldn’t help but laugh as he put his weights away. “Happy solstice.”

#op secret santa 2023 #one piece #one piece fanfiction #roronoa zoro #straw hat pirates #sorry for the delay I was sick then got crazy busy at work 💀

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