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Kinktober Special Part 8

Mo’s Kinktober Special

The Crew’s Whore (Part 8) (+18)

!!!!!!MINORS DNI!!!!

Summary: You are the former owner of the Grand Line’s most popular brothel. Your powerful fighting abilities got the attention of the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had asked you to join their crew but what would you bring to the team? Your battle skills were hardly comparable to many of the other Straw Hats… but you actually had a great skill. Your years working as a high end escort had prepared you to become the private plaything for this pirate crew. You joined the Straw Hats as their personal sex toy.

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader

WC: 2600 lol

TWs: IT’S FOOT TIME! FOOT FETISH WARNING! Man I am not even into feet but this kinda did it for me. In my brain Law is canonically into feet in a weird way. Unprotected sex, p in v sex, table sex, alcohol consuption, toe sucking lmao, just fetish shit yeah.

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The trip to the next island was turning out to be longer than anticipated due to poor weather. The Straw Hat pirates had allied themselves with now-warlord-of-the-sea Captain Trafalgar Law and were harboring him on their ship as they sailed towards the next part of their plan as an alliance. The weather had finally turned pleasant so of course Luffy ordered Sanji to prepare a huge feast, complete with piles of steaming food and barrels of cold booze.

Eating and drinking were two of you favorite activities, second and third only to fucking, so you were thrilled at the prospect of a little party. No one had approached you yet and asked you for your time tonight, everyone being so busy setting up for the party and all… but you expected that to change as the night went on. Because you anticipated being taken for your services tonight, you took the time to bathe and clean yourself up a little extra nice.

You curled your hair into soft waves and spent half an hour caking your face and painting your lips a glossy sheer crimson before heading to your closet and picked out an outfit. You settled on a flouncy little baby pink dress, the layered fabric sheer and light. The soft pink hem swished high up on your thighs, leaving very little of your legs to the imagination. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you decide to play it up even further and crouched down to grab a pair of red high heels from under your bed. You slipped on the pumps and with a final twirl in the mirror headed out to the party.

The deck of the ship was buzzing with the sounds of your crew mates enjoying themselves. Brook was serenading the party with a jaunty tune to which Chopper and Nami were dancing, Luffy was busying himself with the sumptuous spread Sanji prepared, all while Zoro was ahead of the game and drinking himself into oblivion. Law was seated at the same table as Zoro, seemingly having much less of a nice time. The mysterious doctor was hunched over and stared emotionless into his drink, puffy brim of his hat shielding most of his face.

You noticed your friend Robin leaning up against the back wall of the Sunny with a glass of red wine in hand and bit of a scowl on her face.

“You don’t look pleased with the festivities.”

“See that target they put up at the end of the ship?” Robin nods behind you.

You turn and do indeed see a large target placed near the head of the Sunny.

“Yeah?” You inquire.

“Usopp and Franky keep having shooting contests. Franky keeps losing but he won’t give up. I don’t think they’ve sat down all night, and his face is as red as a tomato. Kind of embarrassing…” Robin giggles a little.

“Are you surprised? I guess they’ll be out of our hair for the rest of the night then.” You laugh.

“That’s my point.” Robin rolls her eyes. Your brows raise in realization.

“Ohhhh… you were trying to get laid! I get it now! Well no one’s approached me if you’re still up for it later…” You wink.

“Thank you sweet y/n, always so thoughtful!” Robin sips her wine. “I’ll see if I can find you later if I’m still feeling up for it. Go get a drink and enjoy the party, dear!” Robin waves you on to the kitchen.

You enter the galley and are immediately met with a very sweaty, stressed out Sanji.

“Hi handsome.” You purr as you approach the blonde at the stove.

“Oh, hello my love. I’m afraid the voracious appetite of our captain has rendered me incapacitated for the rest of the evening, the fucking glutton…” Sanji sighs.

“Aww, my poor, tired, love cook.” You coo as you push his bangs out of his eyes. You place a kiss on his cheek. A droplet of blood escapes Sanji’s left nostril. “Well I’ll leave you to it then.” You grab a bottle of cold wine from the fridge and a glass from the shelf and carry them both out to the deck with you.

You stroll over to the table where Law and Zoro were seated, now joined by Luffy whose cheeks were stuffed to bursting with various meats and cheeses.

“You gentlemen mind if I sit with you?” You ask while already sitting down across from Law.

“Not at all, pretty thing. Come have a drink with us.” Zoro smirks at you, holding his hand out to take the wine bottle from you. You oblige and he unsheathes a single blade to pop the cork off for you in dramatic fashion.

“My hero.” You chide as the swordsman fills your glass to the brim. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get me drunk, Mr. Roronoa.”

“And what if I am? You say the filthiest shit after you’ve had a whole bottle of wine and it’s fucking incredible.” Zoro shoots you a hungry look as he downs another cup of sake. Luffy giggles. Law straightens up and gives Zoro a confused look.

“Not much of a talker, are you, Trafalgar?” You turn your attention to Law.

“I didn’t know the two of you were a couple.” He states blankly.

“We’re not. I’m seeing everyone.” You smirk across the table at the foreign captain. He looks even more confused. “It’s what I do. I love making my crew mates happy, you can understand that, can’t you?”

Without time to answer, Luffy interjects.

“Haha you should give her a try, Traffy! She’s really something hehe!”

Law’s eyes widen.

“Yeah why not, Tra-Guy? You’re already here eating our food and drinking our booze, why not sample some of the other amenities we have here on the Sunny.” Zoro chuckles as he pours himself another cup of liquor. Zoro must be quite fond of Law, as sharing you is never something he likes to bring up.

“I’m sorry… are you offering me… her? Shouldn’t she be doing that?” Law looks a bit offended.

“Would that make you feel better? My services apply to guests of the Straw Hat pirates as well, and I assure you I can meet whatever needs you may have.” You swirl you wine in the glass and take a long sip.

“Um… No.. that’s.. that’s quite alright, thank you.” Law stutters out his refusal.

“You don’t know what you’re turning down, man. Whatever you’re into, and I mean whatever, she can do it. Sweetest pussy in the Grand Line.” Zoro leans back in his chair.

“Zoro! Don’t be so vulgar around our guest.” You scold the swordsman.

“Whatever, his loss.” Zoro shrugs and slams another drink.

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After hours upon hours of dancing and drinking, the party had thinned out quite a bit. Now that things were winding down, you notice the painful ache in your feet from wearing high heels all night. Most everyone had headed to bed and you were considering doing the same until you spy your unfinished bottle of wine on the table with Law still dated at it, alone now.

You sit down across from Law and take a swig from the bottle directly, your glass having been lost several dances ago.

“Classy.” Law remarks from across the table.

“Never said that was part of my resume.” You smirk and take another swallow of alcohol. You pull your feet up into your lap and groan. “God this is the last fucking time I wear these heels.”

You slip off one of your shoes and behind massaging the heel of your foot with both hands. You pause your ministrations to grab another sip of wine when you notice Law’s eyes on you. They weren’t on your breasts close to spilling out of your low cut dress, or your plush thighs squishing against the wood of the bench you were sitting on… they were on your foot in your lap.

There it is.

Ideas filled your head on how to finally break this stoic stranger.

“You’re a doctor, right?” You ask innocently.

“Huh?” Law responds, having been snapped out of what seemed like a trance. “Um, yeah.”

“Could you maybe feel right here? I think it could be swollen.” You extend your nearly naked leg across from you and push the table to the side so that there was nothing between the two of you.

“It..i-it doesn’t look swollen… but if you really want I could… I could take a closer look…” He hesitantly up at you before returning his gaze to your perfectly pedicured foot.

“I’d love that. Thank you.”

Law gingerly takes your foot in both hands and presses firmly into where you were pointing. You squirm a bit, feet incredibly sore from dancing all night. Law starts to rub up and down from your toes to your heel, intently examining every inch. You couldn’t help but notice how his mouth was now parted and his breathing quickened as he stroked your foot.

He stopped abruptly and released your foot from his hold.

“I-it seems fine. You should be fine.”

You drop your foot directly into his lap and push it firmly against the crotch of Law’s jeans.

“Are you sure, doctor? I think you should check again.” You flash him a devious smile as you take another swig from the bottle.

“W-what are you doing, y/n?” Law sputters out, sweat forming on his temples. You feel his cock begin to stir under the sole of your foot.

“You know, Traffy, we could have a lot of fun together…” You push harder against his erection with your foot.

Law winces but he doesn’t respond.

“Y-yeah?” He manages to pant out.

You begin to slowly stroke your foot over his denim clad member, feeling it from base to tip, hot and aching to be freed.

“Mhmm… Why don’t you take him out so we can play? You’re so hard Traffy, must hurt… We’re the only ones left out here, no need to be shy anymore…” You giggle.

Law sucks in a breath before eventually undoing his belt and jeans buttons. His cock springs up as he pulls it out his pants and briefs, laying rigid against his abdomen.

“Wow… you have such a pretty cock, Traffy…” You coo at him as you slip your left shoe off your foot and allow it to join your other foot in his lap.

“D-don’t call me that…” Law whispers out.

“Sorry…” You begin rubbing both of your feet up and down Law’s now exposed length. He watches your movements in awe as his mouth hangs farther open than before. “You’re just so cute I can’t help but tease you…”

Law pays your words no mind as he is mesmerized by the sight of your pretty little feet stroking his cock. Soft pants leave his lips as you continue working him over.

“You wanna cum like this, or do you wanna fuck me, Law?” You ask as you slide the ball of your right foot over his leaking tip.

Without responding verbally, Law grunts and leans forward to pick you up by your waist and lay you down roughly on the table you had scooted out of the way earlier. He rips his shirt over his head, keeping his hat in place. He wastes no time and flips up your frilly pink dress to expose your panties that had grown wet from merely giving a powerful man a foot job.

“I’m not waiting-“ Law says as he pushes your panties to the side and slides the head of his cock from your hole to your clit and back again, coating himself in your wetness. He pushes himself inside of you quickly, causing you to moan and arch your back. After a few experimental thrusts, Law picks up a quick pace and rams his hips into yours, curved cock hitting all the right places inside of you.

“Oh, fuck, Law that’s so oh-!” Your eyes snap open at the foreign feeling only to see Law standing between your legs with the outside few toes of your right foot in his mouth. Eyes slammed shut, he doesn’t falter in his thrusts as he savors the taste of your skin on his tongue. He uses one hand to rub at your clit as he caresses your ankle with the other.

“Dirty boy…” You coo up at him as you rake your nails down his abdomen. “You like sucking on my toes, you filthy boy?”

“Mmmm” Law manages to groan out as he peppers wet, sloppy kisses to the sole of your foot now, making sure every inch gets his attention.

“Make me cum and I’ll let you blow all over them.” You demand as you wrap your other leg around his waist and pull him closer.

“Fuck… swordsman wasn’t kidding…” Law grunts out as he picks up the pace of his hips, plowing into you with an ungodly force. He untangles your legs from his body and pushes them up to your chest, allowing himself the perfect angle to heighten your pleasure.

With hands under the crooks of your knees, Law brings you tumbling over the edge of your high and you cried out his name to the starry sky above you as your orgasm overtakes you. With your cunt still pulsing, Law pulls his aching, throbbing cock begging for release from your tight hole and begins stroking it in front of you.

Law grabs both your ankles in one hand and proceeds to blow rope after rope of hot white spend all over your delicate, pink painted toes.

Breathing heavily still, Law takes a few moments to admire his handiwork.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You quip from your exposed state on the table.

Law shoves himself back into his pants and puts his shirt back on. He surprisingly takes the time to gently put your panties back into place and pull your dress down before helping you off the table.

“You aren’t.. going to tell anyone about this… right?” He asks, hiding his eyes again with the brim of his hat.

“About what? You liking feet?” You smirk.

“Y-yeah…”

“You’re secret is safe with me, Traffy.” You say with a wink.

*A/N ........ sorry :)*

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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Hiii! its me once again. First off, hope you're doing well and I want to thank you so much for the last 2 request I had. Outstanding work! So here goes my next request: public sex with Matt, so the reader and matt are at a fancy party with Foggy and Marci, so in this special occasions the reader decides to dress really fancy and Matt goes feral with her scent. After a while at the party he just haves to fuck her. So they run to the bathroom and fuck but then they are kicked out.

Thank you sweetie!

hii lovely! im doing good thank you, hope you are too! thank you so much, it means the world. you always give such great ideas, so I hope you like it. I loved writing it, maybe a bit too much lmao💌

inspired by this gif (bc it suits perfectly)

behave (matt x f reader)

wc || 1.6k

warnings || public/ toilet sex, p in v, mentions of alcohol. think that’s it’s, just a fun and naughty one

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Foggy’s here.” Matt calls out to you, pacing patiently around by the front door.

“One sec.” You shout out in reply, spritzing a couple pumps of perfume before adding your essentials to your little clutch.

Pacing towards Matt, snickering at the way he was purposely knocking his stick into things, clearly bored of waiting. “Well don’t you look handsome.” You beamed, straightening his tie.

His hands rest on your waist as he feels the fabric. “What’s this? This feels different.” He smiles at the new feeling.

“Well, that part is sheer but underneath is satin, and underneath that… is just naked skin.” You sweetly flirt, brushing over his stubble before lingering with a half kiss. “Chop chop, Foggy’s here.” You tease, holding his hand as he groans, walking you both out of the apartment.

“What colour is it?” He smirks while locking the front door.

“The satin is the same colour as your glasses, and the sheer part is the same as the suit you’re wearing- yellow.” Hiding a playful smirk.

“Yellow?!” His eyes bug out.

Snickering to yourself, “no I’m just messing, it’s black… or is it?” You tease, walking arm and arm down the stairs. Walking out to the limo, Matt holds it open, letting you in first.

Greeting Foggy and Marci warmly, “hey guys.”

“What colour is my suit?” Matt blurts out immediately, wasting no time.

“…black…” Foggy says slowly. “Did she tell you it wasn’t?” Looking at you.

“Yeah.” He pretends to look upset, causing you to laugh hard.

“You can’t do that- he hates that.” Foggy tries to scold you, but just ends up laughing himself.

“I couldn’t help myself, I’m sorry honey.” You teasingly coo, rubbing over his back.

“You guys better behave yourselves tonight, it’s kind of a big deal.” Foggy says seriously, looking

between the two of you. His hand lacing into Marci’s, “keep it in your pants.”

Rising your hands as if to show innocence, “we’d never do such thing.” Looking over at Matt to see the beginning of a smirk appear.

“Matt!” Foggy scolds, “I’m talking to you, you- you, man-whore.”

“Oh, he’s such a whore.” You tease, playfully slapping his thigh.

For the rest of the car journey, you all exchanged jokes, hoping to get it out of your systems before you got to the event.

The limo slowed down and pulled up. Foggy and Marci got out first, which left you and Matt in there for a few seconds. Turning to him, “you better keep it in your pants, Mr Murdock, you heard your friend.” Lingering yet another kiss on his lips, before you stepped out.

Adjusting your shawl, linking your arms in Matt’s as you walked into the building. “So many snooty people in here.” You quietly say.

“It’s a law event for lawyers… does that make me snooty too?” He asks, leaning down to talk into your ear as the space was too noisy.

“No. You’re slutty. Come on I need a drink.” Holding his hand, pulling him through the crowd. Asking the bartender for your drinks, paying before you both stepped aside.

“I kind of should mingle.” Matt says with a joking scowl.

“‘Mingle’ who are you?” You tease, taking a slip from your straw. “I’m just kidding, tell me who you need to see, so I can take us there- gotta make this blind guy act look believable.” Jokingly tapping his chest.

“Alright, I do actually need to speak to Hogarth.” Matt says into your ear, kissing the soft skin underneath. “You smell great, by the way. It’s my favourite perfume of yours.” He places your arm through the gap in his so that they’re linked once again. “Now please lead the way.” He chuckles as you walked towards Jeri in the corner talking to some women.

“She seems kinda occupied right now.” You wryly laugh. “Oh! Oh. That guy you met with last week is over there, want to speak to him?”

“No.” He groans.

“Why?” Groaning back, copying his tone.

Bending down to talk into your ear, “I’d rather be with you.” Pulling away with a devious smirk.

“You are naughty. No, come on, you might get some information about that case.” You say trying to perk him up.

“Hello sir, I met with you the other week, this is my girlfriend.” Pointing his thumb at you standing next to him. “I was hoping you had a few spare moments to talk about the case again.”

You were very professional when you needed to be, you could turn your playful nature off instantly. Which was actually a great thing, as it meant you were able to adapt and be charming whenever necessary. Matt’s head would tilt to the side grinning as you wooed the man, listening to the way you’d become so passionate when you spoke of Matt’s work ethic.

Saying your farewells to the man, both of your professional exteriors immediately vanish. Matt’s head hangs low, mouth mere centimetres away from your ears, “I need you, right now.”

Giggling as you looked around for Foggy, hoping not to find him. “I’ll meet you in the toilet’s upstairs. Far corner, right at the back. Two minutes.”

He brushes a featherlight kiss to your lips as you walked away from each other separating, both thinking that this way will be less obvious.

Matt is already there waiting, noticing his frustrated breathing, quickly walking over to him. “Are they all empty?” You subtly ask.

“Yeah.” He replies instantly.

“Are you just saying that?”

“Yeah.” Pulling you into the individual toilet room, slamming and locking the door shut behind you.

His hands eagerly hold your face as he brings it towards him, planting desperate kisses all over your lips. Shrugging off his suit as he panted exasperatedly into the skin under your jaw.

Gripping onto your hips as he pushed you up against the door, making out urgently. Hands roaming to the back of your neck, holding it to control your movements.

Hiking your dress and pulling it up to rest above your thighs as you begin to wind your hips forward, purposely rubbing yourself against his bulging crotch. The desperation leaves both of your lips in a whine.

He undoes his trousers, allowing them to pool around his ankles. Lifting you up from under your ass with great ease as you wrapped your legs around his lower hips. His chest is flush with yours, holding you up while he pumps his cock a couple times. Rubbing himself through your slick folds, using your wetness as lube. Lining his tip up with your entrance and keeping it there while his hands wrapped back around you.

Lowering you slightly, allowing you to sink down, moulding around him as you adjust. His grip on your waist pulls you off his cock, before he slams you back down onto him.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, draping over his head as he starts rutting up into you. Grunting desperately into the crook of your neck as your body jerked up and down. The back of your head pressed up against the door as you whimpered at the engulfing feeling.

All of the teasing you did throughout the night felt like edging and it felt so incredibly intense to finally be here. Eyes screwing shut as the front of his cock repeatedly hit the spot you both loved.

His teeth graze along your neck as he whines into it. A slurry mix of words leaves his parted lips. “You feel so good, so so good.” Kissing under your chin. “Sound so unbelievably pretty.” Those words alone made you want to explode on site. “As much as I love those beautiful noises, you gotta be quiet, people are outside.” He pants into your ear. He hushes you, while picking up the pace.

His spare hand clasps over your mouth to block your increasingly louder whimpers. Whispering into your ear, “someone’s coming, you gonna come too, hm? You got to keep quiet though, Angel. Shush.” His thrusts becoming more precise and desperate.

The main toilet door opens, eyes screwing shut trying to be quiet while Matt incessantly rutted up into you.

His hand gripped tighter over your mouth as he could tell you were getting close. You accidentally clamp around him causing Matt to gently groan at the sensation, your hand immediately slapping over his mouth to quiet him.

Unable to hold it any longer, you let go- spasming and convulsing around his cock, causing his own warm release to spill into you.

A combination of cum ran out of you, pooling on the floor as he slowed down.

Hazily kissing over your face in a post-sex glaze-over. “You did so good.” He praises, tucking rouge strands of hair behind your ears. Kissing your nose, “so good.”

“Hello?” A random voice says.

Both of your eyes bug out, clearly not hearing a stranger enter.

“Security. I’m going to have you ask you guys to leave.” The male voice says sternly.

You both decide not to engage, hopefully, the man will just walk away. But no, you were wrong. The man knocks on the door behind your back. “Hello.” His tone sharpened.

“I’m just changing my tampon, do you mind?” You lie.

“Someone told me what was going on in here, you gotta go.”

“It’s just a tampon dude. Nothing going on.”

“Why are there two people in there?” Growing frustrated.

“I uh- needed help…?” You slowly say, trying to stop yourself from laughing when you saw Matt’s confused expression.

“I don’t get paid enough for this, you two- OUT.”

“Okay alright, one minute.”

Leaning into Matt’s ear whispering, “we both run out, you go left I go right. Go far so he can’t catch us.”

Even though Matt is technically a man of the law, he loved these fun and spontaneous moments with you.

Both adjusting your clothes and getting ready to run. He pulls you in for a tender kiss, before unlocking the door. Both immediately bolting out the door, running out of the toilets and down the hallway in a zigzag motion, loudly giggling to yourselves.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year

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So I have an idea...I recommended it to another blog but I'm pretty sure Tumblr just ate my ask up.

Aegon falls in, Imma say infatuation, with a dancer from Dorne while she is performing at a feast or festival. Because of that they start having an affair, a bit of an open secret mainly between him and his siblings, and you can decide if they have children or not it doesn't matter. Otto and Alicent continuesly threaten their relationship and Aegon does what he can to protect their life together. He even goes to her to try and convince her to leave with him and she's there when he gets crowned.

But, by the time the Dance is happening, she tells him that he shouldn't be fighting with his sister, you can end it however you like. Kinda want it a bit angsty.

oooo this sounds like a roller coaster relationship, but fuck Aegon with a Dornish girl !!! apologies if this feels rushed, tried to include every detail in the one, sorry if it dragged <3

Infatuation

PAIRING: Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Dornish!Reader

WORDS: 2,920.

WARNINGS: smut, NSFW, swearing, mentions of pregnancy.

A/N - just a side note, let's pretend that the little surprise with Rhaenys and Meleys doesn't happen for the sake of the story LMAO. I may have gotten carried away... BUT THAT IS NOT A CRIME.

The gratifying attention that greeted you as a lucrative performer all across the Seven Kingdoms, you had become familiar with now. The lustful eyes of many men and women, that fell upon you as swayed to the slow, sensual music that chanted the halls and arenas you'd performed in, was something you sort of became almost blissfully ignorant to.

Occasionally, some men brave or drunk enough, would attempt to lure or even try to bargain a decent price for a single night of solace with you. Many a times you'd denied them the chance, although during the times you found yourself lonesome and downcast, and depending on your clear judgement and primal intuition of the man, you'd politely agree to their company for the night. Leaving them unaccompanied and asleep in the morning before they could awake to your haste departure.

Although, no man ever came close to who would lust for you next...

This was a big, if not the grandest event yet. Practices and rehearsals strenuous, preparations arranged long before your crew had arrived, and tonight the night. Much to your relief, you did not feel anxious nor excited, although thankful the time had come for you up till now you'd grown quite exhausted. The pay was decent, and the profit you'd make at hand on tips, would mean you may have enough by the end to return home to Dorne for a few weeks of much needed rest.

The crowd was large at hand, none like you'd ever seen before. Men, women and children showcasing their wealth wearing the finest cloths and silks you'd ever seen, their fingers and necks done with glistening jewels of gems and stones you couldn't pronounce the names of and the feast at hand, all this food that could feed the homeless by the thousands. The women in their elegant, detailed dresses looked stunning. Being present in such places, you felt as though you were disobeying the law, that you were out of place and were doomed for punishment if caught. Your role as a performer was your mask however, you felt behind the curtain and costume, although revealing, you knew you were just a background figure. You often felt the fleeting stares of those passing by, many too occupied in their own conversations, as they wondered through the great hall of the castle. This had been your first sight of the castle, and behold the Iron Throne, it was a marvel if ever seen, you did not think it real and actually pinched yourself upon seeing it. Nonetheless, it would be the last you'd ever come to see it, or so you thought...

They had placed you performers in the centre of the hall, on a platform high enough for everyone to see from their tables and seats, the royal family also seated on a platform as they oversaw their guests, their subjects. You had only ever heard of the members of the royal Targaryen family, not being granted the chance or priveliege of seeing them. Before the night and performances had commenced, each was introduced before the arrival of King Viserys himself, who looked as though his days of living were waining thin. His eldest son, and supposed heir according to rumours whispered across King's Landing, you'd come to notice his eyes did not leave yours. He ate and drank as he did, all the while remaining unengaged in no conversation, many a young women attempting to capture the attention of the young prince, all failing.

You tried to pay no mind, for your performance at hand kept you moving, although the chances that you'd got, although fleeting, you did confirm that his eyes still strayed in your direction. However, you felt absurd and somewhat sheepish to think he was solely looking at you, for you were not the only performer present. And so you allowed the night to go on, paying no mind.

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"The Prince commands for your presence," The young knight gestured, for you to obey.

"Which young Prince is it?" One of your fellow colleagues enquired, curious as to who may be seeking you out at this time of the night.

The performances complete, the feast to an end, you maintained composure and did not dare to venture another glimpse towards Aegon. Although, just as you had all finished repacking bound to make your way towards the city's local inns, a knight of the Kingsguard summoned for you, on behalf of Aegon you boldly presumed.

"Prince Aegon."

The others looked around at each other dubiously, your eyes remained of the knight, as you felt your body freeze. You knew better than to cave in and go, however a yearning in the pit of your stomach began to spark, a part of you wanted to. Not to ignore, he did 'command' for you.

"Uh-Perhaps the Prince wishes for someone a bit more acquired to his tastes, someone with much more experienced for his liking," One of the older woman performers had interjected, brushing past your side, as she confidently walked towards the knight.

Although she was met with a definite no.

"The Prince requests for you-" He reinstates firmly, as he redirects his gaze from the woman to you.

No words uttered in response, only a mere nod and you'd slowly felt the power in your legs to move. Following the guard behind, as his strides were fast and long, he came to complete stop by a large, wooden door, knocking before moving aside as the door barred open slightly enough for you to enter.

You looked to the knight for one last sign to persuade you not to go, although nothing. He remained like a statue by the wall, armed and alert though paying no mind to you.

As you entered, you noticed Aegon standing by the fire with a goblet firmly in his grasp.

The door shut behind you, causing you to jump, although you composed yourself quickly.

Taking a swing of the drink inside, wine you'd assumed so boldly again, as the room stenches of its sweet, sour fragrance, before placing the cup on the stone shelf of the fireplace. His gaze framed onto you, you felt uneasy as his eyes lingered with hunger. He closed the distance, now only a few inches from you, his lilac eyes examining your every detail, wandering up and down before meeting yours again.

"What is your name, sweet girl?" He deeply uttered.

You stuttered before blurting your name, you were not stupid as you knew what exactly he had wanted from you, although troubled for you wanted no consequence of this night to follow.

"A beautiful name, for a beautiful woman. Tell me, have you ever laid with a man?"

"Y-Yes," You stutter again, you never felt so bashful like this before, you felt your cheeks fluster as he encircled you, like a predator trolling its prey.

"Hmm, but not with the King to be?"

Your eyes hovered over his wet lips as he exchanged those words, chills gushing past your spine. His hand began to reach through, snaking his arm around your waist, his palm gently squeezing your ass cheek, as he pulled you in deeper. Your breasts pushing up against his chest, before you could take a final breath in, his lips crashing into yours, feeling his tongue push his way through into your warm mouth.

You hadn't even realised that he'd managed to guide you towards the bed, before your legs collapsed, seating yourself down on its cushioned edge.

"Undress yourself." He commanded, no fault in his voice, as he unbuttoned his own clothes.

You did as told, revealing yourself completely naked, the cool night air breezing through the open window along your body, your nipples hardened from the chill.

Aegon was quick to notice, and crawled his way ontop of you, his lips meeting yours again, as one hand kept him propped up, whilst the other massaged your breast. His lips left yours, trailing down your neck before nibbling down on the tender fat of your tit, slowly moving his way over as he sucked on your nipple.

Instinctively you felt yourself straddle him, seating yourself down comfortably on his naked thighs, the feeling of his hard cock, grazing your entrance as you slowly began to sway yourself back and forth. A wetness beginning to trickle down, your inner thighs, as it craved for him to be deep inside you. One hand gripping his shoulder for support, your nails digging deep, whilst your other entangled in his short, messy hair, tugging on its platinum strands.

"A-Aegon," You whimper, your head lunging back as he remained suckling on the other tit, red marks left behind where had previously occupied.

"Mhmm, call for me, sweet girl. You have no idea how badly I imagined you moving like that on top of me tonight-"

The tip of his cock began to peek through your folds, you tried to plunge yourself deeper into his lap.

"Not yet-" He ordered, that same, deep growl he evoked when he first told you to undress had reappeared.

Much to your dismay, he laid you back down, as he moved himself lower down towards the end of the bed, nestling his upper body between your thighs, his arms pulling your thighs apart, as his mouth came face to face with your wet cunt.

"I need to taste you for myself."

His tongue began to lick the wetness that pooled down the entrance of your folds, his lips just grazing your skin softly, before delving in deeper and deeper. You could've sworn you heard him moan, before his tongue lapped deeper between your folds, licking you up. You felt your entire body go number, the only sensation you could feel was his tongue encircling your cunt.

Aegon was sloppy although, you had to give credit, for he knew his way around your body. After he had devoured your 'sweet' taste as he described himself, he found himself finally thrusting his cock deep into you. Your back arching the deeper he thrusted, his groans becoming louder, as your legs knelt up.

"Your cunt was made for me, look at you taking me all in," His cock was thick and pulsing, you felt your walls stretch with each thrust, losing yourself as you edged closer and closer.

As you screamed Aegon's name, you felt a warm, shooting force fill your inside. Aegon slowly pulling his throbbing cock out, before collapsing by your side, panting as he catches his breath.

"W-What did you do?"

Still slightly breathless, Aegon turns his attention onto you, as you seat yourself up trying to clean the mess between your legs.

He simply smiles, his hand stroking your back.

"Simply make you mine."

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Since that night forth, you hadn't left Aegon's side nor did he relinquish you of his. You did not intend to, and despite being almost certain you would swell with a child in no time, it seemed it was not in the Gods favour. Although, Aegon made certain you remained with him. He provided for you like no other man nor companion ever did, he established a home for you in a closeby, friendly inn close to the castle, if he felt it be too risky for you to stay the night with him.

The only people who had come to know of this affair was that of his younger siblings, his brother Aemond, and sister-wife Helaena. Helaena did not mind, for she did not wish to fulfil Aegon's needs, nor have the passion to be his dutiful wife. Aemond was simply grateful that he need not chase his brother in some dodgy whorehouse from the Streets of Silk, since your arrival and newly found companionship, Aegon was satisfied with you.

However, it wasn't long before his mother, Queen Alicent and his grandsire, the Hand, Otto Hightower, would come to hear of the rumour spreading of infidelity.

"Aegon! You must quit this folly at once, rid this poor girl of your lust and bid her farewell that she does not pursue you herself!"

Aegon simply ignored his mother's protests, and his grandfather's vile threats and insults, relentlessly branding as the "Dornish whore." He had taught himself well of how to remain ignorant to such demands, although found himself defeated as they did not approve of his newly found happiness.

"I have finally come to love one, one sweet girl who's company and words I cherish, and yet you are not content. You will never be content!"

He argued relentlessly for you for months, and although you were not there to defend yourself, Aegon would defend you regardless. You had left the company of your work, your dreams of returning to Dorne expired, since you'd met Aegon, and now only greater news had further cemented this union.

"A child, Aegon, our very own little babe!" You gleefully cried, tears of joy gushing past your cheeks, as you cupped Aegon's relieved face. Although, his smile slowly began to fade, as his worries began to consume him.

"What is it, Aegon, what's wrong my dear? Are you not happy?" You jerk, as you slowly pull away from him.

His gaze off you for a split second, had returned, taking a step towards you as he held your arms, planting a quick kiss to your forehead.

"Of course I'm happy, Y/N, you and the news of this babe-" He looks down to your stomach as though you'd already began to show.

"This news is sweeter than the finest honey in Westeros," You laugh, before he resumes his seriousness.

"I-I just cannot help but think of the awful things that may arise, if word reaches my parents, or worse, my grandsire."

"A-Aegon, it'll be okay. I-I can disappear for a while, until the babe is born if needs be-"

"No!" He interjected loudly, his grip on you tightening as though fearful you might leave this very moment.

"I won't have you alone in such a vulnerable state, I want to be by your side when our babe is born, do you understand." You simply nod in response, a part of you relieved Aegon did not consider such a drastic option.

"We shall figure it out in the morrow, my sweet girl. For now you need rest."

****

It seemed the very next morrow had brought in a miracle. Although morbid, King Viserys had passed, his rapid illness had taken its course, and word had spread like wildfire throughout the castle. You had remained with Aegon overnight, for he did not wish nor wanted to risk you departing. He needed your comfort, as much as you needed his last night. And although it was unfortunate that Viserys had passed, Aegon felt no sorrow, for you'd come to know of his dislike for the man.

"He was no father-" Aegon revealed woefully, one intimate night in bed.

"He did not love me nor any of his own kin after Rhaenyra."

In reality, you could say he'd grown without a father figure. And yet now, everything would change.

You'd both been awoken to a loud banging on Aegon's door. Thankfully Aegon, managed to hide you in a closet before his Mother would enter abruptly, only sparing him a few moments to don pants.

She explained it all to him, that Viserys' last wishes were for his firstborn son, Aegon, she repeated his name as Viserys presumably did, to become heir to the Iron Throne.

The news was overwhelming to say the least, not only for Aegon but for you. Aegon has a lifetime hearing whispers of plans that he was to be rightfully upheld as heir. Rhaenyra was no where near King's Landing and someone needed to rule.

To some degree, Aegon was slightly prepared, although he did not wish for this. And yet, the look on his face as his mother elaborated plans of his coronation, it all began to click. He did not hesitate, did not refuse to be crowned, instead he did as his Mother instructed, and after she had left, he sought for his guard Ser Arryk, who would prepare and escort you to the Dragonpit.

"Ensure she is there and safe, and that she is ready for what is to come."

As you'd gifted Aegon with a final, passionate kiss before leaving, your hand clutched your stomach as you rushed with Ser Arryk, who had grown accustom to you overtime. He managed to find one of Helaena's servants that helped to dress you for the occasion, in a fine, green dress, and immediately snuck you into the Dragonpit, on a platform above the stadium out of eye view, although you both able to watch the coronation unfold.

You watched carefully as Aegon entered, stoic in his expression. The Conqueror's Crown laid on his head, before the roaring applauses of the mass. The smile that grew on his face, reflected on yours, for you knew that this meant, he was now in control. In your mind, you could see it all play out so vividly, the way he would deathly silence his kin's threats against you, how he would be haste to find a master to annul his marriage to Helaena, for he knew that many would not protest for most of his subjects saw the old Targaryen tradition as an 'abomination' and finally, for you to be reinstated and united as his rightful Queen and wife.

Aegon was King now, all your problems would be dealt with as necessary.

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polyghostfacehours · 2 years

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don't mind me just thinking of playing seven minutes in heaven with Stu and Billy at Stu’s party 😳

[ABANDONED WIP]

A bunch of people liked the post I made asking if anyone was interested in me posting this so here it is. I hate the way I wrote this sooo much lmao.

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Haha, holy fuck call me bill and ted's left tit bc boy does this scenario take me back to my Quizilla days. Anyone remember that site? And how many Seven Minutes in Heaven/Spin the Bottle fics were there lol?

Anyways, have some short drabbles. (another old ass ask I got the inspo for finally)

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Seven Minutes - Billy x GN!Reader, Stu x GN!Reader

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"Look. Remember when I covered for you when you rented out the works and was out a few bucks? Children of the Corn? Prince of Darkness? Ring a bell?"

Your eyes roll as you tilt your solo cup against your lips and take a sip. You were pretty sure it was only, like, a dollar that you were short of that day but you humor Randy anyway.

"Fine. Fiiiiine. You've done it Ray. I'm worn down." You snark "I'll sit there, but I'm not playing. I'm not risking locking lips with with some mono-infested skater."

Randy's grin doesn't leave his face as you make your way to the room everyone was gathering in, and you can't help but smile to yourself as well. You knew Randy was practically vibrating at the thought of possibly getting Sidney and vice versa.

You scan the living room. Garish yellowed wallpaper peeled at the edges of the walls, and to you observe as Randy shoves himself onto the couch next to Tatum and Stu. You shake your head and chuckle internally with a smirk, how Randy managed to worm his way into the hearts of a group of the most popular people in school you never knew. He waves you over, and both blondes turn to look at you as you approach.

"Heeeeey, Y/N! How goes it?" Stu speaks up, his arm loosely around Tatum, who gives you a wave with her fingers before chiming in "You getting dragged into this too?"

You give a short laugh before nodding. You weren't close to Randy's friends, but you shared some classes with them and ran into them at parties like this. They were nice and fun people as far as you knew, especially Sidney, and you gelled with them. Randy had insisted on you getting better acquainted with them, but the stars just hadn't aligned yet; Between your own friends, school obligations, hobbies, and work you kept missing or having to turn down opportunities to do so.

"Yup." You pop the 'p'. "You know how Randall can get. Like a mother-in-law but without the hot son to marry." You stick your tongue out playfully at Randy, who flips you off. "But I'm but an observer. Continue on."

"Aw what? You're not playing?" Stu groans before a raspberry leaves his lips and he give you a thumbs down. "Booooring."

You raise your eyebrows. "And you two are? I could be out of the loop, but aren't you two a thing?"

Stu gives a toothy, smug grin as Tatum blushes before observing her manicure with a cool look. The arm around her grips her shoulder and gives a gentle shake, making her roll her eyes with a small, but coy smirk.

"Maybe? Who knows. Let me ask this vixen next week." Tatum gives him a light slap before giving a lopsided smirk your way. "We're feeling each other out."

"Yeah we are!" Stu's tongue lolls out, and this time Tatum elbows him. You wiggle your eyebrows playfully at the duo, and Stu delightfully returns the gesture with another guffaw. They would be cute together. It was a shame, since you had always thought Stu was cute as well.

"Alright! Listen up! Tonight's the night some of you losers are finally getting some action!" Some guy you recognize as a member of the football team stands on a chair before going over the rules of the game to the whooping and cheering audience. Couches and chairs are moved and the coffee table is shoved to a corner. Before long people are seated on the ground or the seating, and you move back a little behind Randy's group, now joined by Sidney and Billy.

The game commences, and you chat idly with the other non-players before realizing how parched you felt. Heading to the kitchen, you grab a water bottle out of the fridge, smiling at the hooting and hollering of your peers at whatever couple had just come out. You vaguely not someone's name being called out before making your way back into the kitchen. Water. Delicious, hydrating water. Now that it was in your hand you realized just how thirsty you were, and you stop at the threshold of the living room to open the bottle and take a swig.

Go In With Stu:

"Alriiiiight Stu! You got Y/N! Nice, man!"

Your eyes shoot up, your arm frozen in place against your lips from wiping your chin of water.

"...What?"

A whoop diverts you attention to the noise, and you see Stu leap over the back of the couch he was on to make his way to you.

"Uh, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! I'm not a player." You say as Stu casually swing his arm around you.

"You are now, baby." Your eye twitches at that, and you move to shake off his arm. Stu's eyes light up gleefully at your annoyed expression, and he tugs on your arm to steer you towards the closet. Your protests die as you eye the rest of the crowd, namely Tatum, who's smirk is decidedly not passive-aggressive.

#billy loomis #stu macher #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #poly ghostface #poly!ghostface #billy x reader x stu

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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Hi @soleilnomoon thank you so much for my previous request I really loved it. I wondering if I could please put in a request for your la vie est drôle event 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I just read about it and it looks so awesome. If you are taking request and don’t mind can I please request Law x female reader with calla lily (smut). Time being at night with neck, thighs, hard kisses. Theme: Possessive.

you’re so welcome ❤ i had fun writing it and had to cut myself off or else it would’ve been too long lmao but omg i’m excited you sent a request for this! i think i might keep the prompts going a little while longer, only bc there are so many options and i like writing them lol

2.4k, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; feat. some jealousy, alcohol (briefly), law is sf petty & dramatic idk what to tell u, oral (f receiving), and other cute things ❥.࿚◠.࿚ ʚῖɞ

💖☁️ la vie est drôle ☁️💖

starring: "surgeon of death" trafalgar law x reader.

calla lily (smut) at night, with neck, thigh, and hard kisses; #9 (possessive).

spring brings tourists en masse to the island, making the pub rowdier than usual; smoke lingers in the air, heavy liquor sloshing all over due to drunken shenanigans from the patrons, uproarious laughter — it’s loud, it’s annoying, but that’s precisely why you like it. the noise brings you comfort, because you live alone and hate the silence. even though the bar counter is sticky and the food is suspicious at best, you still choose to frequent it with your friends. it’s more or less for their sake that you accompany them — especially when you’d rather be elsewhere.

after another round of drinks, you call it a night, not wanting to walk home too late. it’s a relatively short walk — fifteen minutes at the most — the cool air makes for a perfect companion, helping you sober up a bit. by the time you make it back, you’re exhausted — feet aching from dancing, voice a little hoarse from singing along to terrible music. smoke clings to your clothes obnoxiously, reminding you of why you don’t like hanging at that particular pub for too long; you tug them off of you as soon as you’re able, placing them in a hamper before taking a long bath.

the heat from the water soothes your muscles, clears your mind, and calms your soul. you come out feeling fresh, relaxed, and a tiny bit sleepy. you make a point to take your time moisturizing your skin, liking how soft it feels, even underneath your silk robe. on your way to your bedroom, a series of loud knocks — banging, really — on your front door interrupts your thoughts; you blink and frown at the noise. you aren’t expecting any company tonight. the knocking persists, and it crosses your mind that it might be your immature neighbor — possibly drunk or worse, needing a place to crash because he can’t find his house keys.

agitation pumps through you as you stomp over to the door, feet padding softly along the hardwood floor; and, because you like to give him a hard time, you open the door aggressively and don’t bother with a greeting, sighing dramatically before beginning your tirade.

“thomas, i swear if you lost your damn keys again—” you pause, eyes widening, mouth open because it’s not your neighbor that’s standing in your doorway. it’s trafalgar law.

the shock of his presence leaves you silent, which gives him room to leer at you, mouth twitching as it forms a small, but sardonic smirk. “who the fuck is thomas?” he asks before closing the door behind him, a brow raised as you try to gather your thoughts. it takes you a full minute, but your brain finally catches up; after ignoring his question, you pose one of your own, voice shaky in disbelief.

“what are you doing back so soon?”

that makes him laugh, even as he embraces you, strong arms wrapping around you securely; when he inhales, he’s instantaneously captivated by the rich scent of your skin — cinnamon, vanilla, amber, and apple — the annoyance that shot through him the moment he heard you call out someone else’s name slowly starts to fizzle out.

with your face buried against his chest, your words come out a little muffled. everything you want to say to him flies out of your mind; you’re so deliriously happy that you imagine this must all be some strange dream. you extract yourself from him with slight difficulty, laughing softly at the childish, unimpressed expression on his face in response.

“don’t make that face,” you chide playfully, “you’ll get wrinkles like that.” although, you wouldn’t care if he did — your feelings for him simply grow stronger for him as the months go by.

“you haven’t answered my question yet.” his words are a mixture of amusement and curiosity; he tries to school his features on his face, so that he won’t betray how he really feels. jealousy is not something he deals with well, so he’d rather not entertain it at all if he can help it.

but, with you — he finds that it’s utterly impossible.

“hm? oh, thomas? he’s my neighbor,” the explanation is simple enough, you already forgot you assumed it was thomas at the door. “he forgets his keys sometimes and usually bothers me for help.” the other neighbors don’t like dealing with him, and you’re too nice to really tell him off anyway.

dark eyes narrowed, law considers your words, but all he can think about is the fact that another man is comfortable enough to come to your home late at night without consideration. still, you’re an adult who makes their own choices, he can’t exactly fault you for your hospitality now, can he?

instead of voicing that, he reminds himself that he’s only stopping by for a few nights and to make the most of it.

you watch him, brows furrowed, a little worried that maybe you said the wrong thing; but all of that vanishes the moment law pulls you to him again, his large hand sliding around to the back of your neck, holding you steady as you look up at him. there’s a tenderness in your gaze that makes him question if should even sully you with his presence; law will never voice that thought out loud, but he knows you deserve better — much, much better than him.

still, is it selfish if he doesn’t care about that? if he’s not careful, he’ll find himself ensnared by you all over again. it was already hard enough the last time he visited, but now? he doubts he’ll be able to leave without you.

despite him wanting to keep a rather neutral face, you can tell that he’s contemplating something serious. “what are you thinking about?” you ask, maybe a little hesitantly, unsure if you’ve upset him somehow. the worry on your face is cute, and while he feels a faint flush creep up to his face, he clears his throat to stamp out those thoughts.

“nothing, just tired,” is all he says before picking you up with ease, ignoring all your squeals, admiring how soft your skin feels as soon as his hands make contact with your thighs. law is a man on a mission, and while he should probably be a little more gentle — he isn’t. he doesn’t bother closing your bedroom door, instead tossing you onto your bed without so much of a thought, admiring the way your robe falls open and partially baring your body to him.

even though you’ve been in a similar situation with him many, many times, it still gives you a thrill whenever he looks at you like that — like he can’t possibly think of anything else but devouring you whole. somewhere along the line, he sheds his clothes, and you watch, in awe, loving the way the dim light casts shadows along his body. he’s already such an enigma — wrapped in danger, impossible dreams, and lethal promises — but it’s also part of the reason why you like him so much.

the mattress dips under his weight, and you’ve long shed the robe, making it all the more easier for him to touch you without restriction. he runs his tongue along your neck, before biting and kissing the skin there. you squirm underneath him, body growing warmer from the contact. you run your nails along his chest, prompting him to bite you again — starting with your clavicle, along your breasts, down your stomach. in between each bite, he makes sure to kiss each spot, almost as if it’s a small reward for letting him have this bit of selfishness — not that you would deny him that, of course. you could never.

the small bouts of pain mixed with the softness of his kisses and tongue, makes you whine loudly, your thighs parting on instinct, hips rolling forward as his lips make contact with your skin again. he’s left bruising marks everywhere, your skin littered with soft reds and purples. you should really tell him off for that, that you don’t need people asking questions when they see you out in the open, but your mind goes blank when he nips the skin on your inner thigh roughly, sending a jolt through you. if you didn’t know any better, you’d assume he has no ulterior motives. but you know better, and you know him, all too well.

it becomes more evident when he spreads your legs further apart, long fingers trailing along the folds of your pussy, dipping in between without a care in the world, your arousal greeting him like an old friend. your breath comes out in soft pants, lids lowering as you watch him, unable to speak until the moment he slides his fingers inside of your warm entrance, mouth latching onto your clit in a brutal attempt at claiming you all over again.

his fingers pump in and out of your slowly, curling as your hips buck against his mouth, although he hooks an arm around your thigh to hold you steady. the thing he missed most about you, is the way you seem to fall apart without much prompting; it strokes his ego in a way that makes him want to take you away from your tiny island and keep you by his side always.

he knows it’s improbable, the pirate life isn’t for everyone, but he can’t help but want that anyway.

your moans only encourage him, your delicate fingers thread through his dark hair, tugging on it recklessly as he fucks you with his fingers, picking up the pace, scissoring them inside of you with purpose. the moment he sucks on your clit, you swear you see stars; your chest heaves, mouth falling open as he treats your pussy like his personal plaything.

which, if you’re honest with yourself, it is. sort of.

he pulls his mouth away, only so he can speak, licking his lips and savoring your taste as his fingers never slow. he loves the way your pussy clenches tightly around his fingers without remorse; it’s cute. he doesn’t mind though, he likes that you can’t seem to get enough of him.

“tell me about him,” he says absently, as if he wasn’t currently ruining your life in the best way possible. your eyes shut but you manage to formulate a somewhat coherent response in return.

“wh—what? who?” you’re not sure why he’s even talking right now, when he could be busy kissing you.

law slides a third finger inside of you at your feigned ignorance. “your neighbor.” a clipped, terse response that should piss you off, but you’re too busy enjoying him and the sound of his voice right now to care. “tell me about him.” he doesn’t know why he’s asking; he supposes his annoyance didn’t actually go away, and he figures if you can think about someone else while he’s fucking you, then he’s not doing a good enough job.

except, you’re not thinking about anything or anyone other than the man before you.

“law, what are you—” your words are cut off when he plunges his fingers into you deeply, eyes watching your movements closely. if he keeps it up, you might pass out. “fuck, i don’t…” you’re out of breath, mind all over the place as he pulls his fingers out of you suddenly.

“i don’t like when you play stupid with me,” he says darkly, rubbing his cock against your pussy, further placing you under his spell before casually slipping the head inside of you.

annoyed, because your orgasm was right there and he took it away, you look at him fiercely, ready to tell him off “i have no idea what you’re talking ab—” his hips snap forward and he slams his cock inside of you, effectively silencing whatever nonsense you were about to spew.

“don’t you, though?”

you wish you knew; you’re so frustrated and turned on that you can’t think. he feels the same way too, unsurprisingly. and, while he won’t ever admit to his jealousy, you’re starting to see it; he gives you a haunted look, one that’s equal parts hunger and lust, with a splash of adoration because despite all of that he still cares so much for you. the heart is a terrible thing to have, he should know; you wrap your legs around him, keeping him close to you, his thrusts rougher than they normally are, and you can’t get enough of them.

when his lips finally meet yours, after being apart for so, so long, he kisses you ardently, a feverish rush taking over him as his tongue slides into your mouth. the heat that passes between you two is enough to make you perspire, but you don’t care; all you want is for him to keep fucking you until you can barely stand, until all you can think about is him. he wants to interrogate you further, but is steadily losing himself in the softness of your pussy, your wetness coating the length of his cock in a way that invigorates him further.

each kiss is more brutal than the last, and you dig your nails into his back in retaliation; he bites your bottom lip, making you gasp, and he angles his hips to fuck you harder. at the rate he’s going, you’re sure the bed frame and mattress won’t last — but you don’t mind at all. you’ll chastise him later over his possessive, unnecessary behavior, but for now you simply want to be in the moment and enjoy him while you can. you place a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, making him falter a bit, hips slowing only because he knows he’s being ridiculous. as much as you want to hold on, you can’t; his cock is too much — too thick, too heavy — the way his balls slap against you should make you embarrassed but you’re far too into it.

more importantly, you’re far too into him to feel any sort of shame right now. when you cum, it’s like he’s finally figured out the meaning to life; you cry out, chant his name loud enough to raise the dead, and his thrusts never relent — until his own orgasm finds him. you’re both a sweaty, panting mess, and as his hips slow down, he kisses you again, a bit softer this time. possibly as an apology, or maybe because he understands that he shouldn’t waste his time over pointless petty thoughts and feelings, when he should be enjoying you properly.

you’re too tired to question him, but almost as if you’re a little possessive too, your pussy clenches around him once more to remind him that he belongs to you as much as you belong to him.

🌙 credit to leafsea for the cute crescent moon divider 🌙

#work kicked my ass this week so this took a while but it's finally done #law is a mess i know #one piece imagine #one piece smut #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law smut #law x reader #law x y/n #law smut #🌙 la vie est drole event 🌙#fic request #only1nycsweetie

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outpost51 · 10 months

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The 51 Post

This week sucked a whole lot actually (I started this draft on Tuesday, and I haven't touched it until 5pm Sunday) but I read a lot of pretty good shit so I think it balances.

Contents:

Things You Might Have Missed

This Week's Jams

WIP Breakdowns

From the Skwad

Around the 'Blr

Things You Might Have Missed

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BRHP: Chapter 15 posted; Talus is having a Bad Time.

I stabbed Adrien real good

BRHP: Chapter 16 posted; baby's first fight pit, and a family secret is revealed.

Not new, but I dug up Adrift and The Sky, The Stars, and Me so enjoy the spooky space shorts.

See more entries for SSSC 006 below, mine is here: i'll take everything.

Growing Pains: the 6th entry into the Lighthouse in the Fog shorts; our new Keeper is definitely adjusting so well to her new life.

I'm starting to release chapters of Unlikely Adventures on tumblr now!

This Week's Jams

stargazing || power-haus, solarays [spotify/youtube]

up down || boy epic [spotify/youtube]

gasoline || chymes [spotify/youtube]

dangerous || new medicine [spotify/youtube]

she went that way || missy [spotify/youtube]

illuminated || hurts [spotify/youtube]

WIP Breakdowns

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

HI YOU GET TO MEET KADMOS IN CHAPTER 17 AND [SPOILERS] IN CHAPTER 18 I'M REALLY EXCITED

Unlikely Adventures of Bitchface and Go F*ck Yourself

zadimus needs to stop it. that is all

Blinding Neon, Shades of Grey

you know what's fun to write? drug/dream sequences. you know what's even more fun? writing one for a detective in a flashy nightclub with murder on her mind

Stellar Parallax

saren is about to go do a Very Kill and jaen is So Excited About It. also wrex. but mostly violence

Lighthouse in the Fog

7th short will be coming out some time tonight, @thetrashbagswasteland picked some yummy prompt words

In the Works

y'all 🥺💕 thank you i needed a bunch of open-ended prompts to get the brain noodles out so i can hopefully not burn out on the main wips. i've still got the same backlog otherwise lmao

From the Skwad

IMPORTANT @fenrir-kin fell prey to the hellsite shenaniganuke, and is currently @vikingfenharel until it (hopefully) gets sorted.

Surprise Challenge 006 wrapped up with (mine's above): Just Take My Hand by @sparatus, Expanding the Vocabulary by @teamdilf, and The Storm Between Us by @thetrashbagswasteland

@equusgirl is going bananas with Sapphic Summer: i know with me, you'll get a little bit addicted, One Night, and will my hands ever be clean?

@sparatus also dropped chapter 1 & chapter 2 of Make Less the Depth of Grief and were it not for the laws of this land, i would have strangled him (affectionate) but also this tasty oneshot of Nautilea being so hot

@teamdilf HOW. New chapter of Alice's Adventures in Andromeda, another chapter of The In-Laws and the Grandparents, and another chapter in A Man of Many Talents. I'm calling witchcraft

@asher-orion-writes gave us this lovely oneshot set in Cardinal Sins and I'm??? yes

@princess-prawn dropped a new chapter of Next of Kin YESSS

@regalbois is writing his mlm war stories again and i'm vibrating please go read The Earth Abides

@commander-krios wrote more Dash/Leo (thank u for my life) and New Beginnings (thank u for TWO life wow)

Around the 'Blr

Art Claims are still going on for WIP Big Bang!!

@writernopal dropped character profiles for Magdalene and Sartor so this is your hint to get on the taglist for AASOAF 3

@tabswrites posted chapter 3 of Silver Sentinels and gave me life thank you, more please

@vacantgodling wrote this short for Lukewarm Rejection and we have no choice but to stan Trisha

@liv-is blessed writeblr with this snippet from Demigods i am eating it up

@void-botanist gave us this short for Another Ocean's Moon with LORE hidden in the tags hello

have you SEEN The Poster by @artdecosupernova-writing omg

@elshells dropped chapter 12 of Agent Ace YES congrats on the timeline choreography, bud!

wake up babes new Nameless Song short just dropped from @blind-the-winds

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Outpost Updates Taglist: @tabswrites @writernopal @freedominique @asher-orion-writes @liv-is @starknstarwars @captain-kraken

Ask to +/- in the tags, replies, DMs, or HERE!

#my fic #outpost updates #if i missed you throw something in my inbox or tag me!!#no but seriously i am so blessed to be surrounded by such great people who are passionate about their works #it has been a very busy very fucked up week for my mental health and emotional wellbeing

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coping-via-clint-eastwood · 1 year

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Tagged by @echoanddust

1. If you were to attend a costume party tonight, what or whom would you go as?

I wouldn't go to a party either lmao

2. What are your choice of toppings on a hamburger? And do you prefer gas or charcoal grilling?

Gas. I like lettuce and sauce and a fried egg.

3. You are chosen to have lunch with the President. The condition is you only get to ask one question. What do you ask?

May I have your shoelaces?

4. It's your first day of vacation, what are you doing?

5. What is your concession stand must-have at the movies?

Caramel popcorn 🤤🤤

6. Which do you dislike most: pop-up ads or spam email?

Ads.

7. What do you think Captain Hook's name was before he had a hook for a hand?

Um, his actual name I guess? And he could've gotten his hook before he became a captain anyway.

8. Rock, paper or scissors?

Rock.

9. How long was it from 'the first date' until the proposal of marriage? How long until the wedding?

Uuummm the romantic relationship I've ever had is with a fictional character, so I'll answer using that. We got engaged maybe one and a half years into dating? Because we've always been best friends even before that. And it was under two weeks til the wedding, because we didn't have a big do and so didn't have to plan shit; we just had a union by law in a courthouse with our found family and his biological mom as witnesses.

10. Which is worse, being in a place that is too loud, or too quiet?

I literally have misophonia. Being in a place that is dead silent is HEAVEN for me.

11. What is one quality that you really appreciate in a person?

Kindness.

12. At the good old general store, what particular kind of candy would you expect to be in the big jar at the counter?

Those small spherical lollipops. I believe Americans call them suckers.

13. What is the most distinguishing landmark in your city?

Uuuuuuhhhhhh...honestly I'd have to say the mall. It's notable because instead of being tall, it's long.

14. Everyone hears discussions that they consider boring. What topic can put you to sleep quicker than any other?

Politics 🥱🥱🥱🛌🏻🛌🏻🛌🏻

15. How many times did it take you to pass your driver's test?

Once! 😄

16. If you had to have the same topping on your vanilla ice cream for the rest of your life, what topping would you choose?

I like my vanilla ice cream just the way it is man. No toppings for me, no sirree.

17. What food item would need to be removed from the market altogether in order for you to live a healthier, longer life?

Um...either rice or potatoes 😔

18. You are offered an envelope that you know contains $50. You are then told that you may either keep it or exchange it for another envelope that may contain $500 or may be empty. Do you keep the first envelope, or do you take your chances with the second?

I hate maths and fortunately I never have to perform calculations because I never take risks 😎✌🏻✌🏻

19. If you had to choose, which would you give up: TV, or internet?

With the internet, I can STILL watch TV so.......

20. Who is your dream girl or boy from movies/TV?

BOY IF MY BLOG DOESN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT

21. Have you ever met a celebrity?

No :(

22. What kind of lunch box did you have as a kid?

Also the non-existent kind lmao

Tagging @addictedtostorytelling @agentkalgibbs @buildinggsr @figsr @gas0line-f0rest @hollygl125

#tagged asks

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rogersstevie · 1 year

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so my brother’s family reserved a box at the hockey game tonight for my nephew’s birthday and i get why they would assume that doesn’t interest my mom because she doesn’t watch sports, though she did used to go to hockey games with my dad and all, but getting a box is a unique experience and i do think at the very least they should’ve asked her, but i guess they mentioned it to my dad in front of her the other week, so she’s understandably hurt/annoyed, though i’m a little unclear as to why it’s coming up the day of, when she knew about it already, though maybe because there was something about my niece deciding she wanted to go and my dad said he’d give her his ticket if they couldn’t get another (and he was waffling about whether to go even though he’s as sick as me oh my god dude you wanna infect all of them? anyway thankfully he did not go) so maybe she’s bothered that that was an option but she was not considered especially when it was confirmed my sister in law’s dad and girlfriend will be there, so like, why not my mom too, especially when it’s for her grandson’s birthday (whether they’re doing something else like a party or dinner later is unknown to me) and she said something about never getting to do anything on new year’s eve which i know is a disappointment to her but that part i was like okay were they supposed to know that’s a particular problem you have in your life lmao THE REST is reasonable to be fair but that i was just like okay idk what to tell you nye is nothing to me, the better ones have been spent chilling at home or with one person over a big party

but it’s just one of those like oh god i get why you’re upset, though again she’s almost acting like it just happened when the original invite was like two weeks ago or something and she weirdly had not said anything about it to me before today, but i’m just like PLEASE i am very ill and it is the end of the worst fucking year of my life, do i have to listen to you complain today of all days can i JUST have a break please. i sometimes feel so mean but i just have to hear so much all the time and it’s not like there are many times where i find her complaints unreasonable either i just get so tired because like okay you talk to me and to your friends and whatever like what is my outlet? this right here, which sure in some ways is my own doing. it’s not like i would say i have nowhere to turn, more that i don’t KNOW where to turn so like, whatever, in terms of actually speaking aloud, most of my feelings are in fact bottled up, and it’s just like okay fucking seriously i’ve barely been able to speak above a whisper all day and i STILL have to be your sounding board

#personal

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deepwoundsandfadedscars · 3 years

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#got to see my cousin that i came out to first this weekend #it was so great #we didn't get many conversations without my parents around so we weren't able to talk about anything relating to that #like her husband was trying to ask where i picked my name from #and he got really excited cause he also really likes Star Trek Discovery #and he claims there's a character from there named Theo???#and I don't remember anyone named Theo??? Not in that one anyways #there's been at least two in the Expanse so far but I never asked if he watches that one #but he really wanted me to confess i picked my name because of star trek #which is not true at all lmao there was absolutely no specific inspiration for the name #i just like the name #but my dad kept walking by so i didn't get to explain where i got the name from #and i missed out on having like two more hours hanging out with them #cause i had my second shot appointment tonight at five so i had to leave early #and then it turns out the person told me the wrong day so my appointments not until TOMORROW night #so I could've had more time with them #at least it didn't turn out that i missed my appointment #but still #i coulda maybe talked to them more #but now sometime in the next five days i need to 'complete' my coming out to my brother in law #cause i have friends coming to the farm on sunday #and we're having a BBQ in my sister and brother n laws house #and all my friends and sister call me theo and use they/them for me #but i haven't told him my name or pronouns #he knows I'm NB but I don't think he fully grasps what that entails #but I need to talk to him and be like 'yo just so you're aware people are going to be using a different name and pronouns for me #and i just want to warn you so you're not as confused why they're calling me by a name you've never heard before'#which as anxious as I am about it I'm also kinda excited? idk. i think he's more open to accepting whatever even if he doesn't understand i #not like my parents #also something i suddenly got anxious about the other day was the possibility of my brother naming one of his kids Theo????

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yesimwriting · 2 years

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sneak peak: matt murdock x ex-black widow! reader

a/n this fic has become sooo much longer than i originally thought it’d be, but i really want to put out something, so here’s my current favorite scene :)) (also im thinking about splitting it up into a mini series bc i’m doing so much lmao) if you want to be tagged in the full thing lmk :))

also writing matt murdock fics is about to become my new obsession bc i have so many ideas and i love his character and i really hope he comes off at least kind of accurate bc ive never written him before, so if this is bad im really sorry and im still getting used to him :))

also!! for this fic to make sense let’s all pretend that even with extensive research, someone wouldn’t know that natasha died when everyone came back from the blip :)) it’s part of the plot of the full fic

Blood coats my fingers again. I wonder if something happens frequently enough if there’s still a point in using tenses. My hands were bloody; my hands will be bloody; my hands are bloody. If it’s promised to happen again, was I ever really free of its stain?

The fighting is done. At least it is for now. Tonight was not particularly hard, in the physical sense. I’ve attacked people more prepared for someone of my skill level. I’ve attacked people with more dangerous weapons. I’ve been more violent, more brutal. But the people that lay near me, still breathing but broken, something about them sits with me incorrectly. They are a rib out of place in the chest.

Wow. I’m not making any sense, not even to myself. I look at my hands again, the blood of my knuckles has combined itself with the blood of those I hurt. I can’t bring myself to feel sorry for them, but grief still burrows itself into me.

These men were hurting girls. Children. The youngest that the masked men had tried to take was only 11. There was a time in which I was the frightened little girl, forced into a shipping crate with other frightened girls. Back then, all I had wanted was for it to be over. All I had wanted was for some kind of savior to break through the metal and fight off the monsters so that I could be anywhere else.

Tonight I was that savior for those girls. I should feel better. I did something good. Natasha...she’d smile at me if she was here. She’d look at me and tell me that I did good. That should make me feel content, more focused, like there’s some kind of direction I know to move in.

But it doesn’t. All I feel is her absence. I even feel the loss of Yelena, and I’m the one that told her to stay away. My fingers curl inwards, nails digging into the palms of my hands.

“That was efficient.” His voice is a reminder of why I can’t lose it here, on the abandoned side of the shipping docks.

Turning enough to look at him, I force myself to take a deep breath. A patient breath. There was something almost awkward about the way he said that. “You wanted my help.” I helped. I should feel better. “And I played by your rules. No one died.” The final word feels off. “I won’t apologize for my efficiency.”

He’s still, watching me like he sees right through me. The part of me that clings to a life beyond bloody hands wants to shrink away. To vanish until it’s morning. With daylight comes the promise of normality. The day will let me shed this mission suit and replace it with the business casual wear of an intern of a law firm. I like that version of me better...she’s whole.

“No apologies necessary.” I blink, fighting the urge to turn even more. He’s closer than I realized. “I’m just curious.”

Of course. That’s the problem with team ups or even just temporary mutual existence. The other person always wants to ask questions, and I can never offer them answers. I’m a former black widow assassin isn’t the kind of phrase that just rolls off the tongue. Especially not in front of him.

The devil of Hell’s Kitchen, someone that everyone here knows to fear, and yet he doesn’t...he doesn’t kill. If he knew all the blood that stains me, if he knew about all the red in my ledger...

“And I’m just reminding you that my one stipulation to this was no questions.”

I knew this was a bad idea. Even when we just happen to run into each other he expresses too much interest in who I am. Why I can do the things I can do. I know that he feels like he’s protecting his neighborhood by making sure that I don’t have any ill tensions. The false sense of security is a good thing, it means that we can both co-exist in peace. But tonight I’m not in the mood to play coy and skirt around the words I won’t say, revealing just enough to appease him. I’m also not in the mood to draw a line in the sand and make him think I’m a threat. There’s no doubt in my mind that if need be, I could take him. He’d be a worthy opponent, but not an unbeatable one. But maybe I don’t want to beat him. Maybe I don’t want to fight anymore. Maybe I just want to put my widow suit on the top shelf of my apartment’s closet and never look at it again.

We should part ways. The bad guys have been taken care of. The girls have been freed, the way I could have been years ago. There’s no reason for both of us to still be here. There’s no reason fro him to be less than an arm’s length away. And yet, we both stay still.

“You’re normally more open to friendly conversation.” The words snap me back to reality. I’ve been playing too close to a line I can’t cross. The last time I trusted someone, I learned to never do risk that again.

I force my hands to ease at my side. “We’re friends now?”

“I don’t take down human trafficking rings with just anyone.” He’s joking. He’s just trying to ease me into our normal dynamic. But the words still strike me in the heart. Memories of the day I got Natasha back and the day I stopped seeing Yelena as my protector wash through me, a torrid, unforgiving current.

It’s been years now. Years of silence. I haven’t seen Nat since she told me what she was planning to do with the Avengers. I haven’t seen Yelena since she told me the truth of the day I became a true widow. The end of the red room was the first and last familial moment I got. “For the record, neither do I.”

“And I’ve never taken anything down that fast.” He pauses, testing the waters. “If you were always around, I’d have time to pick up a hobby.”

He’s trying to appeal to my usual attitude. I have to give him something. It’s not his fault that the memories are hitting me more frequently than usual. And if I don’t seem at least somewhat stable, he’ll start thinking I’m planning something. He may start seeing me as some kind of threat. “Is the mysterious day job followed by nights of crime fighting not fulfilling enough?”

“The day job isn’t as interesting as you’re making it seem to be.” There’s an easiness to his words. He’s taking my attempt to act normal.

I shift on my heels, almost relaxing. “I wouldn’t know because you won’t tell me what it is.”

“And you won’t tell me how you learned to...be so efficient.” He’s referencing the way I fight. I can’t blame him for pressing this issue so much. A random girl shows up in his city, his neighborhood, with brutal skills and strength that would better suit someone twice her size. Of course he feels the need to ask questions.

I inhale, wondering what my next move is. I could remind him that the less we know about the other, the better. That I know not to ask questions as long as he does the same. But the thing is, I don’t want to. Maybe it’s because he’s faceless. Maybe it’s because when I wear this suit I don’t feel like I’m me anymore. Or maybe it’s because I’m tired of pretending my past is tearing into me more and more with each passing day.

“Would you believe me if I told you it’s a family thing?” The honesty threatens to leave my throat raw. I’m treading on a dangerous line. “That I learned everything I know from my sisters?”

He tilts his head slightly, exposing the side of his jaw--which is something I shouldn’t be as aware of as I am. “So an entire family of people like you? Fighting for the good?”

I don’t have it in me to think about the wya he says that. The words are stomach twisting enough. Fighting for the good. Is that even a fair thing to say now? Natasha certainly started fighting for the good. I don’t know where Yelena is. And I--I’m just trying to make up for everything I’ve done, everything I’ve been forced to do.

“What if we weren’t always doing that?” My throat burns, the way it often did when I would tell Natasha about the memories. When I would tell her about being a ghost in my own body. “Fighting for the good?”

I regret the words as soon as they’re out of my mouth. Dropping my head, I prepare to step back. To disappear in the shadows in the way I’m used to. He starts to move. To his credit, he’s faster than a normal person, so he does manage to place a hand on my shoulder, but not before my fingers wrap around his wrist. It’s his move next. I’m tense, expecting some kind of attack.

“I would say that you’re doing that now.” I watch him, he stays quiet. When nothing else is said...when nothing else is done, I find it in me to unclench my fingers and let my hand fall to my side. He still doesn’t move. “And that counts for something.”

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #daredevil x reader #mcu #mcu x reader #hawkeye x reader #black widow #black widow! reader

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goingmorry · 3 years

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[One Piece Headcanons] OP Boys -> reacting to thirst tweets

Characters: Zoro, Sanji, Law, Kid, Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Killer, Shanks, Mihawk

Tags: modern au, extremely crude language, sexually suggestive, daddy kink mention

Author's Note: Based on Buzzfeed's Celebrity Thirst Tweets. Since no one’s gonna write this, I will! Please don't take this seriously. 😂

RORONOA ZORO

Reads every message with a deadpan expression.

Thinks every message involving violence like "he could punch me and I'd thank him" or "he could step on me and I'd beg for more" are somehow related to training. 💪🏻

Doesn't understand how people can say certain things out loud but he's intrigued nonetheless.

Fan: "I would let those tiddies of his waterboard me any day of the week. 👁👅👁"

Zoro: "...That doesn't seem comfortable. Is that for an endurance exercise?"

SANJI

The thirstier, the better.

Not for his health though.

Nosebleeds after the third message.

His fans are surprised he lasted that long honestly.

And no, not in that way. 😏

Can't stop gushing blood 'cause his thoughts are running W I L D.

Someone has to call an ambulance for an emergency blood transfusion 'cause it's not stopping tonight. 🚑

Fan: "I would love to wrap up my sweet baby boy, Sanji, in warm blankets and cuddle him for being such an angel. But I would also let him raw me so hard until my legs can't hold me up anymore. 😌"

Sanji: *trips over himself, collapses and almost dies*

TRAFALGAR LAW

You know that confused math lady meme? That's basically him.

Thinks way too hard about each message like there's some deeper meaning but really they just want his DICK. 🍆 🍑 👀

Constantly questions his fans' sanity.

Fan: "Law has free reign to pelvic thrust my face until I pass out. And then, he could slice me up afterward and I'd worship him for it. 🥵"

Law: "Interesting. I wonder if you would be willing to accept an examination? Of the medical kind, of course."

EUSTASS KID

Knows that people act differently online vs. in person.

So he adds fuel to the fire.

Acts like he's down to fuck.

But only because he knows most people don't have the guts to follow through.

Fan: "Kid's like 6'8. I'm like 99 percent sure that his cock is fucking massive. He would absolutely D E S T R O Y me, but tbh I ain't gonna be the one complaining. 🤤"

Kid: "Wanna come say that to my face?" *wide grin*

PORTGAS D. ACE

Flustered af but extremely polite it's laughable.

It could literally be the raunchiest message and he'll fucking thank them like they just complimented his hat weaving skills.

Gives a small bow after reading every tweet.

Genuinely surprised that so many people find him attractive enough to thirst over him.

Fan: "I know Ace always prances around shirtless but can he also go pantsless too? Please just let him be straight up naked. I need to admire that thicc ass of his. 😩"

Ace: "That's very kind of you. Thank you so much for the compliment. 😊"

SABO

Cheeky bastard.

Reads the messages very slowly with no shame whatsoever.

Responds cooly and makes eye-contact with the camera.

Fan: "Listen here, bitches. I only drink two things to quench this thirst: water and Sabo's cum. And water's not gonna cut it for me anymore. 🙃"

Sabo: "I appreciate your enthusiasm, and I will keep this in mind." *smirks at the camera*

MONKEY D. LUFFY

Asks a question every single damn time. LMAO.

Straight up definition of ???

Visibly confused like a lost puppy.

"What does bussy mean?"

"What is creampie? Is that food?"

"I don't understand what they mean by blow. They want to blow me? But I can already blow myself."

Proceeds to use Gear Third to enlarge himself. 😧

Chaos ensues. Cameras start flying everywhere and the studio begins to panic.

KILLER

Shy af. 😳

Has to pause in between reading each thirsty message due to embarrassment.

Surprised at the horniness of the tweets.

Luckily for him, his mask hides his flustered face well.

Fan: "I want Killer to suffocate me with those thicc thighs of his. I would literally thank him for it. 😩"

Killer: "Hmm... That doesn't sound very pleasurable."

SHANKS

110% down to clown. 🤡

Laughs every time he reads about people thirsting over him.

He's sexy, he knows it, and he's not going to apologize for it.

Ends up making his fans blush instead.

Asks the interviewer for the most explicit messages.

Basically, do your worst. He can handle it.

Fan: "Shanks, I'm just a hole, sir."

Shanks: "If that's how you want it to be, sweetie. I promise I'll be gentle." *winks at camera* 😏

DRACULE MIHAWK

Out of touch with internet culture.

Lost with all the abbreviations and slang.

Has to ask the interviewer what "thirsty thot" means.

Responds to the horny messages with his own banter but with the most serious expression ever.

Flattered that people find him attractive.

Fan: "Oh god. Daddy Mihawk, please I stg I will literally pay to lick those sweet abs. 👅"

Mihawk: "I'm not your father, but I suppose I will entertain you just this once."

#one piece x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #sanji x reader #trafalgar law x reader #eustass kid x reader #portgas d. ace x reader #sabo x reader #monkey d. luffy x reader #killer x reader #shanks x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #this is a joke post lmao #i need to entertain myself i'm sorry #i understand if you block me #mywriting #one piece headcanons #one piece writing

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1ddiscourseoftheday · 3 years

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Mon 7 June ‘21

Liam’s podcast with Steve Bartlett is out and while I still don’t care about that guy I’ll give him this-- he does great at getting out of the way and letting Liam talk. And boy does Liam talk! Liam says A LOT and let’s all just pause to send him some big hugs before we get into right? And then look to the future- Liam’s routine is to say ‘things have been terrible but it’s fine, it’s fine NOW’, always, even when that is absolutely obviously not true, and today is no different but for once I actually believe some of his hopeful bits too which is so great! I hope things really are shifting for him and I can’t wait to hear this new song of his. But there’s a lot that’s hard to hear too, oh Liam. He said that he and Maya have broken up (so yes, presumably why he just moved again such a short time after they moved into their haunted house), talked about his struggles with his alcoholism (and said he’s been sober for a month right now, go babe!), shared the usual distressing stories about his time in the band and what that was like for him (and how it still impacts him), and he talked about his new song and how it feels different for him than his past solo music. Truly though there is SO MUCH more than I can get into here or then you can get from the UA highlights- I HIGHLY recommend actually watching at least parts of the video, also because the attempt to summarize so much erases all the charm and humor, of which there is much. If you don’t think you want to watch Liam’s interviews, it has to be because you aren’t watching Liam’s interviews, they’re delightful! Plus really if you care about 1D and want information about what it was like for any of them, listen to Liam, he’s the one who’s out there talking about it.

About Maya he said, that yes, he is now single, and “I’ve just been not been very good at relationships,” and “I’m a proper perfectionist… at the start of the relationship you put out this complete false character like I might as well go in in costume, I’m like putting out something that is not there... kind of like encompassing someone else’s life with your crap rather than just doing your thing and laying out your store from day one. That’s my biggest problem is that I feel like I don’t lay out my store... and then I’m annoyed when they don’t like what I like,” and “I think my problem is I struggle to be on my own sometimes... I dive in and out of relationships too quickly. I’ve not spent enough time on my own to relearn about myself.”

He laughs about his tendency to ask his manager things during interviews; “My fans think that Steve is doing something to me, they’re like liberty for Liam because he always looks to Steve, but that’s because I like him. It’s not because he’s harming me as a person. There’s like a hashtag Liberty for Liam because they think I’m some like prison child,” and he also said “my manager’s my best friend,” (and he’s said in the past he is a big support for him) and mentioned stuff they’d talked about recently around his therapeutic awakenings.

He talked about therapy being something you have to want to do and be ready to do rather than being pushed into, like getting sober, and says that this time around with his own therapy work he’s really felt that and thrown himself into it and he talked a lot about his relationship to therapy in connection with band days. “I mean one of our old managers went to therapy from being a manager of One Direction. So if you can imagine how that feels like the rest of us definitely need some.”

“We were young,” he said, “What I found was I didn’t know I was the boss until like a few months ago, I still don’t even feel like I am now, like I’m such a child. And everyone I work with now is older than me and wiser than me and I’m like what the hell am I doing here with these people. When we were 17 I thought the security guard was like in charge of me so I was like Can we leave the room? No? Oh ok then,” and “when we were in the band, the best way to secure us was just lock us in our rooms. And of course what’s in the room? Minibar. So at a certain point, I thought Well I’m gonna have a party for one and that just seemed to carry on throughout many years of my life... You know I spoke to somebody about this in child development as a teen, the one thing you need is freedom to make choices. That we could do anything we wanted it seemed from the outside but we were always locked in a room at night and then it would be car, hotel room, stage, sing, locked. So it’s like they pulled the dust cloth off, let us out for a minute, but then it’s back underneath again,” and “the day the band ended I was like thank the lord for that. And I know a lot of people are going to be mad with me for saying that, but I needed it to stop. It would kill me.” Anyway, he said, because it wouldn’t be Liam without an upbeat coda, “I don’t want any of this to get lost in translation. I’m not 100% moaning about my life... it’s had its ups and its downs, but I would rather talk about it and it’s therapeutic for me.”

And what about that exciting new song? Liam said, “We have a really cool song in the pipeline... one of the first ones I’ve actually written myself- with some other people, I didn’t write it by myself, but it’s the first one I’ve really liked. And I think I got so used used carting around other peoples songs and not embedding myself creatively in what I do because I was so scared to find out who I was,” and “I don’t really know how I would tour again. I really want to” [on discord today he said he would be touring next year] “I always said throughout my solo career I’d let my song book speak to me. And I don’t think my song book spoke to me to get off my ass. I only became a solo artist because I had Strip That Down. I wasn’t gonna do it, I was gonna leave it alone. I was like, I survived it once thank you very much- but I’m back in now. Because the song, I knew it was right. It felt right with that song, I hadn’t had that. This year, the song we have I feel really really great about. So I’d rather let the music do the talking than me come out and force it. We don’t need any more useless music in the world, it needs to mean something,” and he mentioned the new song on the discord a lot too, most notably picking out a long comment that thanked him for making the fan feel supported and safe and for “putting your heart in everything you do” and for his support of the LGBTQ community to respond to with, “I think you will really like the new song.”

A few other random bits, he said that he thinks there should be a system to make therapy available to musicians in the industry, “I think I’m definitely gonna get a dog because I need routine,” and “I recently started jujitsu,” yeah you and everyone else huh, so do him and Louis and Oli go to the same gym or ???, and he acknowledged that as an addict he may have just transferred that to working out “but there’s a lot worse things to be addicted to then looking after yourself” hmm but he does seem to say that he’s doing better around body image stuff; he talks about having put on weight during lockdown and seeing himself in the BAFTAS performance- “I saw myself... and I was like ‘oh my god I’ve completely let myself go in this’. And it was fine...I feel so much more secure in myself now.” Oh and that he’s written a comedic movie script “based around AA” and his experiences there, such as how “I had a really weird AA experience the first time that I went. My first experience was with Russell Brand.” LMAO yes! Cannot wait, bring on auteur Liam please! Anyway as if ALL THAT wasn’t enough he’s also dove into the lead up to his NFT release; he said “I'm almost ready to share my NFTs with you guys... Who wants to see them?” and posted a tiny preview that tells us its (their?) title for the first time- Lonely Bug.

Niall and Anne Marie perform on Jimmy Fallon tonight, and the hype is already a go! I guess it’s prerecorded, as we’re already seeing pictures from it; they’re singing to each other with the cute car from the video in the background. Niall signed on to a letter to Boris Johnson asking for changes to music streaming revenue rules and signed by 232 artists (including all the artists Johnson recently named as his favorites, haha). Zayn signed on to a Billboard petition to the US senate calling for gun safety laws. The bar Zayn got into the fight in front of posted “Zayn's a regular at Amsterdam Billiards and he is a true gentleman. On Thursday night he was confronted by an inebriated passer-by outside on the street and was called a homophobic slur. We support Zayn & condemn homophobia in the strongest terms!” And also PS omg again because it just isn’t going away: Harry’s beauty company is called Pleased As, his name is Harry Edward Styles so yes when listed last name first, as legal documents do, it spells SHE but it is not a “feminist abbreviation” (WHAT? even??) nor the name of the business.

#liam payne #long post #so long #the longest #ugh #yeah I think he’s mentioned the movie before but it’s amazing every time #Liam also talked about the concept of toxic productivity and feeling like you have to be doing things always to be valid #OMG YES PLEASE I want all of them to be talking about that #I notice no one’s circulating that bit where he calls out the fans’ idea that he’s a victim of his manager #I... won’t say it I guess but like… do consider listening to what they actually tell us about themselves occasionally though #rather than just fans online #the industry is fucked but also they're not children #anymore #and have all at this point managed to find people they trust as their closest associates #anyway did I or did I not just say that Liam and Maya had broken up I DID so why was she on insta saying they were still together hmmm? Lies #but the real point is that I was right lol #if you messaged me to ask about the SHE thing it’s not that I’m targeting you it’s that you were one of MANY #it’s really true debunk info just doesn’t get the traction that nonsense posts do #pleased as #should have made that a tag already oops #7 jun 21 #I hope you guys are grateful I have so much time on my hands this took forever #tw alcohol #tw substance abuse #tw alcoholism #maya henry #laya

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