#teacup island

[samandthewildworld]

It was a pretty gloomy Sunday! 🌧

#teacup island #acnh #animal crossing #ac ruby #ac katt

[themthistles]

everyone talking about ed's rebound and while i like all ideas, considering ofmd writers loosely follow historical events it's probably gonna be charles vane

#our flag means death #ofmd #can't wait to see their version of vane #they made calico jack an absolute asshole it's only fair if charles vane's a great guy #ed living it up partying with vane on ocracoke island after ditching most of stede's crew #oh zach mcgowan i know it won't be you but imagine IMAGINE #going from it's gay to own teacups to fucking blackbeard

[ofmermaidstories]

part 2 in the cuppa series.

#i used to collect teacups #i have a teapot with a ballerina on it… maybe i should take a photo of it. #im pretty sure it’s broken #floating rubbish island: mermaid spam

[absdoll]

Hi bee:3 requesting for Abby eating out or playing with readers 🐱 with her fingers while reader is playing a game

It's all I've been thinking about lwjeuvesivdsi

hi qt ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა i luv this idea ! ty for requesting 🎀

cw : pervy!abby <3 my beloved ♡ // reader is playing animal crossing new horizons !

“abs! guess who just came to my island?!” you squeal as abby lifts her head from her book to meet your sparkling eyes. “hmm let me guess, the weird looking red dog?” she asks, quite genuinely.

“wh-… oh! cherry? she’s so cute! you’re mean.” you furrow your eyebrows at her, offended she called one of your favorite villagers weird looking.

your girlfriend smirks, a sigh leaving her mouth. abby gets a rise out of making her sweet doll-face frown and pout. abby knows it’s wrong to think such dirty thoughts about how innocent you are. the way your cute little butt peeks out of the bottom of your cotton shorts when you try to reach the top cabinet. when you’re all doe-eyed and curious asking her what she wants for dinner. how you sit crisscross applesauce in the big comfy living room chair, looking so small and fragile. and right now, the way you’re so giddy about a silly animal video game. she takes a deep breath as she moves over to where you’re lounging.

“i’m sorry baby, can i see?” abby rests her head on your shoulder, her right hand settling on your bare thigh. you giggle when she gives your soft flesh a little squeeze.

“it’s chai! i’ve wanted her to move to my island since i started playing!” you ramble on about your beloved blue elephant. “she’s just like cinnamoroll, look!” you tilt your nintendo switch screen in abby’s direction, biting your bottom lip in excitement, so happy you get to share this moment with your favorite girl.

abby glances at the game for a moment, then looks up at you, your eyes glistening. she looks back down at the screen, noticing your small fingers toggling with the knobs of the device. she takes another deep breath.

“mm so cute angel, i love the little teacup on her head.” abby kisses your shoulder. “i’m gonna get something to drink from the fridge, you want anything?” she inquires. you shake your head no, too focused on trying to make a good impression on your new guest.

the tall blonde stands to walk to the kitchen, stopping to stretch her arms above her head, letting out a long sigh. she turns around to give you a sweet look before she leaves the room, but her eyes fall somewhere else.

as you sit with your legs in the butterfly position, your pretty pussy on half display. abby clenches her fists, she’s resisting the urge to pry your game out of your soft dainty hands, pin them above your head, and fuck you dumb. she can’t hold back much longer.

“baby,” abby breathes, she walks back over to you, kneeling before you, elbows on your knees. “just keep playing, okay? don’t mind me.” you’re too busy cleaning up your island and making small talk with your digital neighbors to give abby any more than a “mhmm! okay bibi!” and she knows it.

abby begins planting gentle kisses to your cold thigh, humming against your skin as she sees goosebumps rise up your legs. you shiver a little when her face gets closer to your half covered heat. you move your game slightly to the left, looking down at her. “what’d i say pretty girl? hmm? eyes on the screen, don’t look at me again.” abby softly speaks through her pebbled kisses. you frown, confused, but decide to listen and be the good girl abby wants you to be.

abby’s mouth is nearing your pool of slick, you can feel the warm breeze of her breaths tickling your entrance. she uses her nose to reveal your wet pussy from your shorts.

“abs!” you attempt to close your legs around her head, but she knows you, she knows your movements. she knows that you like to play this little game where you say “nooo abs! don’t wanna! too sensitive!” and then a few seconds later, you’re spread wide open, desperately waiting for her skilled tongue to plunge into your aching hole.

“cmon princess, i don’t have to tell you again, do i?” abby coos. “spread.” her voice a little huskier.

you nod and relax your legs. you resume playing, eyes glued to the screen again, quickly getting distracted by the singsong isabelle is putting on outside town hall.

abby’s tongue now inches away from your puffy pulsating clit. all she can think about is devouring every last ounce of you while you sit there, so innocently focused on something far less disgusting than what she’s doing.

your perverted girlfriend watches as your cute hole tightens around nothing, a smile forms on her freckled face. she extends her wet pink muscle and licks a gentle zigzag from fold to fold. “mm-aahh!” you let out in a high pitched moan. abby shoots you a glare, a warning, that if you acknowledge what she’s doing again, she isn’t gonna be so sweet and soft anymore.

she’s drinking your pussy, tongue circling your sensitive nub, slurping every drop of white cream that’s sticky all over her chin. abby glances up at you, “good girl, so proud of you angel.” you bite your lip so hard that you wince a little at the sudden taste of blood, but you know better than to look at abby, let alone let her know how good she’s making you feel.

abby slides one finger into your pussy with ease, your drenched entrance practically sucking her in. “so wet for me.” she’s making out with your thumping clit, curling her index finger up, the pad perfectly tapping your g-spot.

you can’t breathe, you can’t think, you’re trying to move the controls of your game, your hands shaking. all you want to do is buck your hips up to her face, shoving her tongue so deep inside of you that feel her nose touch your clit over and over and over. “you’re close princess, i can feel it.” abby hums.

she’s going so agonizingly slow, the soft sensation of her saliva mixed with the unhurried pump of her finger, you’re dying for her to pick up the pace — and that’s exactly what she isn’t gonna do.

“cum slowly for me baby, ride it out.” abby continues lapping up your slick, using her free hand to hold your legs open. “that’s it sweet girl, riiight…. there.” you’re cumming all over her face, from her nose to her chin, her face is buried in your juices.

“let me hear that pretty moan of yours.” abby’s eyes fixated on your blissed out face. finally granting you permission, you scream out in euphoria, “uug-uuuh aahh aaa-bby-y-y!”

abby removes her finger, plopping it in her mouth, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she sucks your cum off.

sliding your shorts back up your legs and kissing the top of your head, she starts to walk towards the kitchen. “you want something to drink now?” she teases.

a/n : i loved writing this ପ૮๑ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ๑ აଓ hehe if u don’t love pervy!abby then idk what to tell u , ur missing out ! 😵‍💫💕 hope u enjoyed bbs <333

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆ @whore4abby @hersweetheart @enbesbians ♡🧁

#🧸 bee writes ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ #✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ ✉️ : reqs #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fanfic #abby the last of us #abby anderson tlou2

[dailyflicks]

"So I packed my knapsack, got on the train, and looked up at the map and decided I wanted to live in Coney Island. I thought it was gonna be... you know... a real island. That I could hide away there like Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. Well, imagine my surprise. The teacups was the only ride they'd let me on by myself, so I got on it and I started spinning myself around and 'round and 'round. But I feel like I'm still there... spinning 'round and 'round and 'round, and the ride won't stop... and I won't dare get off." UPTOWN GIRLS 2003, dir. Boaz Yakin

#uptown girls #cinematicsource #fyeahmovies #filmedit #jokerous #usersugar #userbru #userzo #tusershay #noalook #useradie #gownegirl #* #by el #2000s #comedy #romance

[writingoddess1125]

Carbon Copy

Mihawk x FemReader + OOC Alucare

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It had been far too long out at sea, especially with the growing irritation of Mihawk and Alucare- Maybe It was their personalities being too similar or the fact they were training daily but had to be careful. However it looked like two monsters about to Duke it out any day- You sitting there trying to keep the peace.

But finally the 3 {almost 4} Of you made it to the Grand Line and Kuraigana Island- You didn't know what to expect... but it sure wasn't nightmarish hellscape with a dark castle!?

Alucare and You standing there on the docked ship staring up at the Gloomy place- Your son slowly turning to look at his father.

"Are you some vampire we don't know about?-"

Mihawk sighed at this and gave a half glare to Alucare.

"No... it is ruins of the Muggy Kingdom that I have converted into my home" The two Dracule men glared at each other and you knew then.. this wasn't going to be as positive as you hoped.

It had been some weeks since arriving at Mihawks home and you had hoped the tension would disperse between Mihawk and Alucare.. but it honestly just got worse somehow? Maybe it was a father son thing but it seemed now both were fighting over everything- Food, Books, and even for your attention.

"I am warning you now Alucare- If you continue your attitude I will take something of value to you" Mihawk said with a narrowed gaze- The teenager cocking his head to the side in almost amusement.

However most recent was Perona, The young women taking a liking to Alucare who was the younger version of Mihawk in her eyes- While she was still too old for him, That didn't keep Alucare from flirting and trying. Much to Mihawks ire...

The older male taking Alucare out to training one day- Glaring at his spawn.

"Alucare- I do not appreciate you trying to flirt with my pupil... Not only is she too old for you, I know you're doing this to irritate me" Mihawk spoke calmly, Alucare giving a emotionless stare.

"Whatever do you mean?" He said calmly, Mihawk taking a breath.

"Oh? What like taking me away from the place I was raised? my mother? Throwing me across an island?" Alucare said with some venom in his tone. Mihawk taking a breath through his nose to calm himself.

"You son of a bitch!!!" You heard Alucare shout from his room, Mihawk smirking slightly as he sipped his coffee. You heard Alucare rapid footsteps march right to the kitchen area and you gasped at the sight- Alucare long hair had been cut- While before his hair was down to his waist it was just past his shoulders and fairly evenly cut, The shortness making the thick hair spike more and it reminding you of Mihawks more natural hair.

"Alucare- I am being serious. Stop it with Perona and stop testing me.." He demanded, Alucare giving a smirk at the man.

"Or what?" He said calmly, Mihawk feeling something snap inside of him.

"..." The older man just nodded and ended the training then and there- The rest of the night being oddly quiet between the two..

By Mornibg you had started breakfast and was talking to Mihawk when you heard it-

"Mihawk you didnt-?!" You start, Glaring at the male who continued to sip his coffee.

"Hm?- I warned him... if he kept up the disrespect I'd take something precious of his as punishment-"

"SO YOU CHOSE MY HAIR!? YOU CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER!" Alucare yelled in pure rage, Mihawk smiled at his choice of wording and winked.

"Yes that is a fair insult- I am a Mother Fucker" He said calmly setting down his teacup and picking up his newspaper to read. You groaning in your hands in both embrassment and irritation at your partner. Alucare was red in the face from anger and marched outside angrily and slamming the doors behind him- He was most likely going to train somewhere far away from the island.

"Must you antagize him Hawks?.. that was way to famn far and you know it-" You start now mad and standing up from the dinning room table.

"No- I'm giving him something he needs and something I didn't have-" Mihawk said calmly, this making you huff in frustration.

"Oh and what is that?!" You place your hands on your hips, feeling that the hormones were working you up and ready to bite Mihawks head off.

"The opportunity to be a teenager-" And just like that he took the wind from your sails... confusion being written on your face at his words.

"You said it yourself.. Alucare acts just like me- From the stoic attitude to hiding one's emotions... He has matured far too early for his age to protect you- But taking away his need to be strong for you, it's allowing him to express bottled up emotions and act as he should for a 16 year old.. Is he angry? Yes. Is he being dramatic? Absolutely. However it's better for him to express these in a environment that can handle it and then be taught how to work through them.... then to never feel them at all again-" Mihawk said truthfully and with a twinge of regret in his voice. Your heart Sinking as the realization of this all hit you...

Mihawk was wanting to let Alucare experience teenage emotions since he was never able to and help him grow as a person.. Mihawk didn't want his son to be like him- But better then him..

Sitting down you felt your eyes water.

You didn't see Alucare that night- or the next night. While you were shaken with worry Mihawk had insisted that Alucare was fine and he had checked in him from time to time- simply camping out on the north side of the island.

By the second night you went to the study and saw Mibawk drinking his normal wine, Seeing what looked to be a cheese and fruit board prepared as well.

"Ah (Y/N) thank you for the wine and snacks" Mihawk said calmly, finishing off the last cracker and cheese. You didn't remeber setting them out yet- But you usually did so it wasn't a huge surprise especially if you forgot.

"Hm I guess I forgot I did that- But no problem honey" You kiss his cheek and he smiled up at you touching your rounded stomach.

"It's normal- What did you call it? 'Pregnancy Brain?'" You nodded and smiled quite pleased he'd remembered. After some brief conversation Mihawk yawned and tried to shake the sleep away- He looked more tired then usual, Rubbing his eyes as he finishes his final glass of wine.

"Hm.. I'm exhausted" He mumbled, you watching as he seemed a bit uneasy on his feet when standing. You assumed he had drunk too much so it wasn't surprising, so the two of you walked back to the bedroom and he fell asleep quickly and soundly that night, you following suit soon after.

Unknown to both of you a pair of yellow eyes was watching the whole time-

The next morning you were the first one up, deciding Mihawk could sleep in and headed downstairs. Much to your surprise to see Alucare- bathed and dressed with his hair in a short low ponytail. Cooking a nice and large breakfast.

"Sweetie you're back!" You said cheerfully and kissed your sons cheeks. He smiled softly, finishing cooking.

"Couldn't miss the show" He said almost cheerfully, you raising a questioning eyebrow at this as you made a plate for yourself.

Perona was the next down, Chatting mindlessly with Alucare and even saying his hair didn't look bad either. Which he clearly appreciated but you could tell his mind was elsewhere- Soon the heavy footsteps of Mihawk approaching alerted all of you.

"Morning-" You heard Mihawk start as he stepped in the kitchen and it was like someone threw bricks at you all..

Perona choked on her eggs suddently and started to cough hard as she turned away. Your jaw dropped as a surprised shriekd left you- damn near dropped your plate as well, Alucare sitting there with a smirk on his face as he ate another bite of his breakfast calmly.

"M-Mihawk.. Honey" You start, The tired man looking at you confused at your reactions.

"Are you okay? Is something wrong?... I do apologize you had to make breakfast- I feel drowsy for some reason.." Mihawk admitted as he rubbed his temple to try and ease the drowsiness away.

"I'll be out training..." Alucare said calmly as he stood up and left the kitchen quickly. Perona now starting to laugh which confused Mihawk more-

"Your face... oh my God your face" You manage out and cover your mouth- Unsure if you should laugh or cry first.

"My what?-" Mihawk said quickly and went to the closest mirror which was in the hallway and stared at himself. There he saw it- half his facial hair had been shaved off paired with an eyebrow and some very nice pen work which had 'Dickhead' on his forehead with a detailed cock on his cheek.

It then clicked- The wine and snacks... The little fucker must have drugged him and did this to him while he slept-

"..."

You closed your eyes and sighed, practically feeling Mihawks anger from the hallway and you prayed your son would survive whatever was about to happen- Especially when Mihawks voice boomed across the castle and island.

"ALUCARE!!"

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #hawkeye mihawk #mihawk x reader #one piece mihawk #dracule alucare #dad!mihawk #dracule mihawk #mihawk #op mihawk

[always-andromeda]

⋆｡˚୨ 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃' 𝒱𝒾𝒹𝑒𝑜 𝒢𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈 ୧˚｡⋆

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⟡ Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⟡ 1039

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⟡ You spend a quiet moment showing Abby your Animal Crossing island; a testament to your love for Sanrio characters and your favorite girl.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⟡ on my old sideblog, my sweet Saia requested that I write something with Abby involving Animal Crossing. buuuut, since I've deleted that blog, I thought I'd repost it here! I've made some little edits so it's a bit longer than before; but here it is in all its glory again! this one is entirely dedicated to you, @abbysdolly; thank you for being so lovely and so supportive, dear. I hope you enjoy this again!! alsoooo, divider credits go to @cafekitsune!!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⟡ minor swearing, absolute tooth rotting fluff, nothing else I can think of!

"Fuckin' video games..." Abby spoke under her breath as she fiddled with the controls of her switch. She'd only had it for a few days (thanks to some gentle persuasion from you) but she was already moments away from giving up on it completely.

"What's wrong?" you leaned over from your spot on the couch. Her character now stood blankly in front of her starter tent. You rested your chin on her shoulder, breathing in the pine scent that felt like home to you by now as you tried to see what the problem was.

"There was a scorpion and he just–"

Realizing her plight, you giggled, "Stung you?"

Abby set the console down and reclined back on the couch, taking a deep breath. "How did you get so good at this in the first place?"

"I dunno," you hummed. "You just gotta work on it."

Of course. As much as Abby fancied herself an expert at all things, part of her was alright with taking the loss on this one; especially knowing how happy you got when you finally got to best her at something. You could have this one.

Abby rolled her eyes and continued, "Ah, it's whatever. Show me what you've got on your island, babe." 

Your eyes lit up and a smile bloomed across your face. Letting out a chuckle of her own, Abby swore she'd never get sick of that expression. You picked your own console back up and snuggled closer into her side.

Immediately your fingers flew, maneuvering your character around the screen. Abby smirked, catching a glimpse of the pink bunny that decorated the skin of your console. She never had a single clue how she managed to land a delicate thing like you. It always made her a little afraid of breaking you; something she didn’t worry about with most. She was abrasive and proud of it. But not with you. Never with you. She hooked a strong arm around your frame and pulled you closer.

"The first thing I have to show you..." you trailed off as your character disappeared inside of a pastel pink house. The main room of your house was thoroughly decorated with polka dot wallpaper and white wood floors. Pastel couches and a white coffee table with a decorative cake and tea set on top constituted your home’s living room. Underneath it all, a fluffy looking rug tied the whole soft atmosphere. Except…it didn’t look like any old carpet. It was a picture of some sort of cartoon character tucked inside a bright blue teacup.

Abby squinted. "Who's on the rug?"

You looked up at her, "I've told you about the characters, Bee. Guess."

Noticing the long ears on the character, she spitballed, "Isn't that the bunny? MyMelody?"

"Nooo..." you whined and tapped the decal on your switch. "That's MyMelody. The rug is Cinnamoroll. And he's a puppy, not a bunny."

Abby scoffed, "Well, sounds like I've gotta do more studying."

"Yeah," you replied matter of factly with a glint of pride in your eye, "you really do."

As soon as you showed her around your house, you then graduated to running around your island. You'd sunk hundreds of hours into the game and it showed, considering every nook was themed and immaculately adorned with various trees, bushes, and flowers. She couldn’t help but be a little jealous. It wasn’t fair that these little virtual creatures could live in a paradise, entirely hand crafted by you. That sounded like a dream to her.

"So, this is Toby," you introduced her to a yellow rabbit with big eyes and teal hair. "He's part of the Sanrio set of characters. I'm trying to collect them all."

"Now, that is a bunny. It has to be. Geez, how many bunnies does this brand have?" she grumbled.

You giggled again, "Yes, he's a bunny. But he's based off of Keroppi," you added with a pointed glance in her direction, obviously expecting her to fill in the blank.

Now this is one Abby knew. She blurted out, "The frog!"

"Good job, Bee," you smiled proudly.

"Eh, it's no big deal," she brushed you off with a teasing look that told you she was playing her humility up. She had to preserve some respectability.

Then she watched as your character ran over to a secluded piece of land that looked over the ocean. The sun was setting over your island paradise as your character plopped down on an iron bench. Cut off from the rest of the island by a thick layer of trees, this area was quiet. The normally upbeat music subsided so you and her could clearly hear the wind blowing and the waves crashing. It was strangely kind of…calming.

"This spot is nice," Abby mumbled.

"I made it for us,” you replied quietly.

"For us?"

Your gaze was especially sentimental when you answered, "Yeah! So when you finally visit my island, we'll have a place to sit and watch the ocean."

Abby blinked vacantly. "You know...we can totally do that now too...in real life?"

You chewed on your lip as you watched the screen. "I mean, yeah. Of course. But I want to sit with you and watch the sunset virtually too."

Abby was quiet, thinking about all the hours you put into this endeavor. How patient you had been, sharing all of the things you loved with her. God…how had she been lucky enough to find you again? 

Finally, she spoke, "Ya know...maybe I won't quit the game just yet. At least not until I get to sit on the bench with you...virtually..."

"You're such a goober," you smiled, laid your head back on her chest, and hopped off the bench in game so you could keep showing her around.

Her emotions weren’t showing up too visibly on her face. But she was undoubtedly and thoroughly impressed. For one, she was amazed at your eye for design and the way you coordinated everything without making it look too uptight and proper. Your island felt comfortable, just like how you made her feel. And more than anything, she was happy that it was a kind of comfort you always wanted her to be involved with.

#˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚ #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson tlou2 #abby tlou #abby the last of us #the last of us #the last of us part 2

[yaeggravate]

in an old offical cn blogpost celebrating kaeya's birthday, kaeya took the traveler to the nameless island.

看到对面的小岛了吗？��没有兴趣过去郊游一趟？ See that island in the distance? Are you interested in joining me for an outing?

…why would you celebrate your birthday on a mysterious hidden island with the god of time's broken moondial, portal like structure and a distorted creepy atmosphere if you weren't connected to it

according to teyvat travel guide, kaeya immediately shut down alice's attempts to blow up starsnatch cliff which overlooks this island. he even asked her to stay away from it.

Ravaged Carving: "Stories brought on the wind will bloom into legends in due time."

that's so funny because kaeya came to mondstadt during a STORM (in the (death) afternoon), and he has several references to the wind. icy featherflight, frostwind swordsman, sailwind shadow, glacial whirlwind, decrease in stamina passive etc. to quote noelle: he comes and goes like the wind. and if you click on the story summary in his hangout you get this fun message:

The wind has brought an old friend of yours here.

further fucking more, the SAME platform can be found in the dragonspine mural room that depicts the huge angel/seelie

who brought kaeya to mondstadt? someone related to fate, time and seelie? istaroth? nabu malikata? mom!? well, right now i think our number one suspect is this wind propeller over here 👇🏽👇🏽

nicole reeyn, famed prophetess, dawn winery teacup and schrodinger's seelie

#.txt #lore bytes #kaeya alberich

[deathmetalunicorn1]

may i ask for strawhats with a reader thats like madeline hatter from ever after high or just simply the mad hatter?

-Growing up you could remember so many people calling you odd or strange, but you weren’t, you were just Y/N- bright, colorful, and a bit mad, but then again, everyone was!

-Where you grew up, nothing made sense, everything was wacky, mad, and impossible, but that’s what made your home so wonderful~

-When you made the decision to leave home to explore the world, your family supported you, making you promise to send letters and visit often, which you had no issues doing.

-Armed with your bottomless handbag and umbrella that you used like a boat, you set off for adventure and new experiences.

-And you found them on a pirate ship of all places, with your new crew, the Straw Hats! They found you on an island, having a tea party, but with your tea set, everything would float around, including you!

-When Luffy and the crew entered the clearing, you beamed brightly as you floated on by, “Hello new friend~ please join me for a wonderous tea-party!”

-Zoro, Franky, and Jinbei didn’t really know what to make of this situation, but Chopper and Luffy were quick to rush in, grabbing teacups and drinking down the tea so they started to float, cheering loudly as you giggled, swimming on by.

-Robin and Nami went next, then Usopp and Brook, all of them joining you in the air as you floated on by, twirling Chopped by his hoof, making him squeal.

-Robin spoke to you, “You don’t seem bothered by Chopper or Brook? Have you seen other odd things?” you looked a bit confused, “Odd? I don’t think they’re odd at all, a talking reindeer and a talking skeleton- how -hehe- mad!”

-Zoro commented that you had a few screws loose to which you floated over to him, handing him a cup of tea, “Everyone has loose screws, but missing screws is when I’d worry, that would mean something’s about to break!”

-His eyelid twitched as Sanji floated on by, feeling so weightless, “But if you’re too scared to join us~” they were quickly fighting after Zoro drank down the tea.

-Jinbei and Franky took someone handing them a cup as well and they joined as Franky floated by you, “This is SUPER awesome!!” which made more cheers ring out.

-Jinbei felt a little odd, floating in the air, “This isn’t like floating in water.” You hugged him around his neck, beaming, “Floating in water or floating in air, all that matters is what it does to your hair!”

-You were so unique and fun, Luffy didn’t even hesitate to invite you to join his crew and you immediately accepted, after taking a sip of tea, like you were pondering it, which made him and some of the others laugh.

-Marines and enemies didn’t know what to make of you, with your riddles, your odd way of talking and moving, and they weren’t expecting your bottomless bag to be sentient, chasing after them like a rabid honey badger, snarling and baring its previously unseen teeth.

-Sanji and Nami had been terrified, seeing this, until it came over to you after chasing everyone away and you patted it on the top, like it was a dog, “Good boy Jeoffrey! I hope you didn’t eat too many of them, you’ll spoil your dinner!”

-Luffy begged you to let him see what was inside Jeoffrey, and you agreed, taking his hand and you immediately leapt up and the two of you were promptly swallowed.

-Inside it was like a rabbit hole, spiraling columns of different patterns, colors, and textures, playing cards, desserts, tea sets, strange creatures all floated around, as you both floated down and down.

-At the very bottom was a door, but it was much too small for the two of you to fit inside, so you grabbed a pair of nearby floating bottles, handing Luffy one.

-His eyes went huge as he watched you shrink down to the perfect size, and he did the same, immediately shrinking, letting out a cheer as you both headed to the door.

-Luffy was stunned when you both went through the doorway, being spat out by Jeoffrey as you laughed warmly, enjoying the little adventure while Luffy started to ramble and gush on what he had seen.

-You promised to take the others in, a few at a time, later, as Jeoffrey needed his afternoon nap. You carried your bag like it was a cat, now snoring loudly, inside so it would sleep peacefully.

-You were a weirdo surrounded by weird things, but you were their weirdo, and that was the best compliment you had ever received, other than someone telling you that your hat looked nice!

#one piece #luffy #zoro #sanji #nami #chopper #usopp #franky #brook #robin #jinbei #madeline hatter

[pherelesytsia]

Who did this to you? - 5

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Reader

Summary: Bruised and broken, Y/N, trapped in a loveless marriage, arrives at her best friend's house, desperately hoping someone will help her, aware she cannot return to the estate of her husband.

Warning: fear, anxiety, Angst, swearing, wounds,

Word Count: 2.3k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

Faint, scarcely perceptible footsteps resounded throughout the mansion. The world was remote, and the storm had ceased, had travelled across the land, but ruled with an iron fist in her mind. Y/N couldn't find peace, needed a map, a guide to find the trail through the endless labyrinth of greyed memories.

Yellowish shades dimmed the vibrant light of the two lamps in the far corners of the richly decorated room. The walls of wood were silent, did not speak nor chant a forgotten tale of wrath and destruction. Her eyes did not search for the enemy, was safe in the unknown. The heavy curtains touched, forbid curious gazes to fall upon the woman dressed in the tattered and torn garment. The heavy coat caring the smell of alcohol and cigarettes protected her skin painted in wicked colours, deep shades of purple and blue with a hint of greenness, a deep tone of algae swaying in the depths of a raging torrent running wild across the emotionless face of the mountain.

Closing her eyes, Y/N rested her head on the pillow, leaned back, busied herself with her fingers, and played with the hem of the holey fabric covering her frame sparsely. The urge to cover herself, hide to aching wounds, the marks of a fight with the too large coat, at least a dozen of sizes, did not exist. Gazing at the door, she wondered if it was a wicked dream, but steps echoed and Y/N remembered Alfie left to fetch a first aid kit from another room.

Realisation hit her like a wave, a ripple swallowing ships, lonely islands, knew she was safe, and calmness flooded her body and mind. Not a word, not a single prayer, nor a complaint crossed her lips. Memories had fled, failed to overcome the high walls of defence protecting the building, failed to push open the door and shatter the windows.

Floral vines adorned the teapot on the round, dark wooden table. The calmness of his eyes healed the wounds. A friendly, almost encouraging smile graced his lips, partly shielded by the thick, dark beard. The scent of lavender rose and banished the stench of copper lingering in the air into oblivion. Steam was rising from the bowl in his possession. Swiftly, Alfie entered the room and attempted to prevent the warm liquid from spilling over the edge. The dimmed light caressed his features, but fear was beyond the layer of confidence, but Y/N couldn't see it, the fear, agony, and pain.

The hat was missing, revealing tousled hair in the same shade as the freshly trimmed beard. The top buttons of the button-down were undone, like the buttons of the waistcoat. He placed the white ceramic bowl with a golden frame on the table next to the teacup, followed by a bottle of transparent liquid. Alfie didn't push her, didn't ask questions, assumed what had happened, had read the answer her misty eyes carried. He laid the blanket slung around his shoulder on the floor within reach, followed by the first aid kit he had dropped a few times, and dragged the table back. Striding towards the sofa, he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up until the material was above his elbows, accentuating his masculine upper arms. Critically, Y/N eyed him, had heard too much about the ruthless man, but she doubted the accuracy of the unforgettable tales laced in terror, questioned the words, and thought the man was not the feared Alfie Solomons.

Desperately Y/N searched for a way out. Her eyes widened in horror, stared at the man standing right in front of her on the red carpet with the fine black embroidery. His hands were clean, clear of dirt, the marks of a struggle. He dropped to his knees. Flinching she leaned back, pressed herself against the soft material, but she couldn’t escape him. Tears were clouding her vision. He was too close far too close and he placed his hand on her knee, touched her skin in a reassuring gesture, telling her to calm down, not to fear, that everything was alright.

            "May I?" Alfie asked.

An answer was needless, superfluous, wouldn't allow Y/N to close her eyes to find a moment of peace with untreated wounds.

            "You are safe, Y/N/N. I won't call anyone; you can stay as long as you need to heal but it's a matter of time before your husband will search for you and find you.” he breathed.

Bitterly Y/N laughed, was applying pressure to her aching side, didn’t trust her ears, couldn't believe what the man was saying.

            "You foolishly think Thomas is going to set out to find me? Why would he do that?", "He's your husband," Alfie said.

The words sounded plausible, the most obvious thing in the world but not to Y/N. Ashamed, she lowered her gaze and listened to her thoughts, but she couldn’t pronounce the words laying heavy on her heart, unable to say how unhappy she was in the marriage, was longing for love, yearning for someone to let her know she was loved and missed. Alfie wrapped himself in silence, said nothing, watched over the breaking woman, accepted the silence, and moved closer to the edge of the sofa. Wordless the man turned, faced the table, set the ceramic bowl on the floor beside him and dipped a cloth into the warm water.

            "I'm going to undress you." the words shattered the silence.

A cold shiver travelled down her spine and shadows formed into faceless creatures, but they all were grinning, laughing, and dancing around the fire feasting on the wood.

            "Do you think you can undress? If not, I can help you.” Alfie continued.

She did not answer, couldn't, and pressed her lips into a fine line.

            "I wouldn't dare touch you." he clarified.

Faint rivers of crimson escaped the freshly torn open wounds of her lower lip. Self-hatred pulled her into the depths of the sea, hating herself for not being able to speak, for not telling him to finally rip the soaked dress from her skin, free her from her suffering, needed to be naked, didn’t need to be reminded of how weak she was, was a mere woman incapable of defending herself like a boxer facing the opponent in the ring.

            "And not because you are the Shelby's wife, but you are a woman and should be treated as one. I will treat your wounds. Afterwards, I will cook you some food and tea. In the meantime, when you eat, I will set up a bedroom. And as I said, you can stay as long as you need." Alfie explained in a calm voice.

Water dripped and darkened the carpet.

            “I'll wash the dirt and grime off your body and I have got you a shirt and a pair of trousers,” he added.

Patiently the man waited, remained calm, and clasped his hands in a praying gesture on his lap. Y/N consented, had never exposed herself, and he sensed it. She stiffened under his gentle touch. His fingers were rough, seemed as if he had worked his entire life in the depths of the woodland. Like a doll on a thread, a marionette Y/N rose as Alfie demanded it. Heat rose into her cheeks. The clock was ticking. With a thud, the heavy cloak fell from her shoulders and shaped into a pile next to the dark-coloured sofa. The fabric tore. Coldness feasted on her flesh. He undid the brown buttons of the dress, loosened the belt around her waist, and stepped back. Slowly, as if he feared the answer, his eyes slid over her battered body and almost shyly, as if he had never touched a woman, he freed her arms from the dress. Her breasts and intimate area were covered.

The light was not dim enough to make them unseen, to erase them. Like an eagle circling the fields in search of food, he followed the strange trail across her torso, witnessed wounds worse than discolouration's and huffed angered as his gaze fell on the marks around her calves. Marks coiled around her arms, telling a story, letting him know she was being held against her will, forced to stay. Her hands were maltreated, lightly stained with blood, had tried to defend herself from the voracious hands of men. His warm breath brushed her skin. Narrowing her eyes, she remembered who stood before her, but she did not trust the words resounding in her head like a melody. From his trouser pocket, he took out a hair tie, pushed her hair, framing her face like a heavy iron curtain away, and tied it into a loose ponytail at the back of her head. Wordlessly, Alfie pushed her down onto the sofa and lowered himself in front of Y/N, knelt, and inspected the wounds her body bore. He turned to the table and filled two glasses with the very strong liquid. The stench of alcohol filled her nostrils. Y/N wrinkled her face in contempt and turned away.

            "Here drink,” Alfie said.

Brows touched.

            "Seriously, it will help you, believe me," he explained.

Hesitantly, Y/N accepted the glass and guided it to her mouth, but before she could put her lips on the glass, she gagged. Disgusted Y/N turned away, had to collect herself, and she gathered strength, and emptied it. Wrinkles deepened. The taste befuddled her senses, filling her mouth and numbing her tongue. Goosebumps spread over her body like an unstoppable wave. Alfie dipped his fingers into the warm water in the white bowl with the golden frame, took out the cloth, wrung it out and carefully washed her right leg, removing the mud glued to her feet.

            "Do you want to talk about it?", "You don't have to talk about it, but it will do you good," Alfie interjected, sliding his hand carefully over her leg.

Washing the traces of the fight away, he apologised, raised the cloth as he accidentally brushed across open flesh. Gingerly the cloth glided over her body, swept over her calf, but no lust lingered in his eyes, filled with anger and worry, and the very first thing he planned to do during the early hours of the next day was to figure out who had caused the harm.

            "What about your husband?" Alfie asked.

            "If he were my loving husband, then I wouldn't lie on your sofa, covered in blood and grime. He would take care of me instead of you." Y/N whispered, not trusting her voice.

The wood worked, creaked, and sang out.

            "What are you going to do when he calls you?", "What should I do?" he asked.

Pain welled in her eyes, smiled faintly, remembered the unforgettable, the days when he didn't even dignify her with a glance and the touches cold as the unforgiving north, icy and emotionless.

            "Nothing, don't answer the call or say you don't know where I am. I'm sure you'll find a good lie. I can't and don't want to see him." Y/N replied gruffly, couldn't imagine meeting her husband's eyes even in her wildest dreams, knew she would collapse like a house of cards under his stern gaze.

            "Why?" Alfie questioned. "If I had a wife, I would search every house, every forest, and not stop until I find her," Alfie replied.

She was speechless, swallowed, but couldn't swallow the ever-growing lump in her throat.

            "He doesn't love me. He forgot. I waited. He promised to pick me up, but he wasn't there. Thomas was not there to protect me.", "Do you love him?" he questioned.

Do I love him, Y/N wondered.

            "Yes, but he makes it impossible for me to love him. I fell for him when we met. He looked at me differently than the other men who asked my father for my hand in marriage. They all wanted one thing, money, power, wealth, a name many people know, but with him, I had the feeling that he loves me. Me and not the money and all that goes with it, because a Shelby doesn't need even more money. He has everything, money, wealth, all these things a heart desires, and I thought he loved me, but I'm sure he didn't even notice that I am not home, that I disappeared." Y/N breathed.

She was not ashamed of the tears, let them fall.

            "And it's only a matter of time before he finds someone else, someone who can give him what I can't, someone who can satisfy his cravings. Bless him with an heir. A good-looking woman worthy to rule at his side over his empire." Y/N couldn't finish the sentence, couldn't force herself to end it.

            "Why would I do such a thing?" a dark voice asked.

Water dripped down, slid down the darkened coat. The shirt was soaked. The strands of dark hair, dark as nightfall, stuck to his face. His eyes were bloodshot. How long Thomas had been standing in the doorway, Y/N did not know, but she sensed he had heard everything, all the words, the fears and concerns loud and clear, but she was not ashamed of the words escaping her heart.

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[leakyweep]

Smoker x Afab!Reader: Forbidden Romance

A/N: thank you @smokersbaby for this amazing idea! I loved how it came out; and writing this really pushed me out of my comfort zone! I hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: violence, oral (m receiving), fingering, penetration, creampie, nicknames (love, baby, darling), very lightly proofread

MINORS, DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

Words: 3.0k

Sabaody Archipelago; Grove 32 was alive with the sounds of amusement rides and food frying at different stands; yet all Smoker could focus on was the note that burned hot in his pocket. It was a piece of information intended for you, though he wasn't sure you'd even be here.

Your pirate crew was quite infamous for their impressive strength and abominable members, so Smoker at least had an excuse to know your whereabouts. He had heard through the transponder snail your crew would likely be running amok in the lower groves of the tree island-- though he knew well enough to stay away from the first twenty or so groves at risk of being decapitated by the pirates and bounty hunters there.

So here he was, fiddling with the paper in his pocket as his eyes scanned the crowds. Knowing you, he figured you'd come by with no company to secretly enjoy a ride or two; your sense of fun and child-like wonder was something Smoker realized early on that was something that made him attracted to you, though he was quite a serious man himself. So why was he so nervous?

He was asking a lot, after all. You were a pirate for fuck's sake; he could never be caught alone with you like that, lest he be kicked out of the Marines for the rest of his life.

He shook his head, focusing back on each of the faces in the crowds from behind his black shades. However, the features he had spent so long memorizing in the short exchanges he had with you before wasn't what caught his eyes. It was that laugh, like a ringing bell in the recesses of his mind. His neck snapped over to a teacup ride, where you were spinning wildly and tipping your head back in a joyful giggle.

As you stepped off the ride, your mind dizzy from the way you whipped yourself around, you almost didn't notice the tall, silver-haired Marine standing just outside the theme park. Your heart dropped at the sight of his gruff face, a little more stubbly than the last time you saw him, his lips set in that harsh frown, his teeth adorned with the usual double-cigar combo.

To avoid hurting the civilians in the park, Smoker waited for you to approach him. As you did, his lips set themselves up into a smirk. As far as everyone else knew, you were a bounty-heavy pirate that Smoker was trying desperately to catch. To the two of you, your constant meetings were much different.

"We meet again, it seems," you laughed as you were now standing in front of the man, not breaking that steely gaze of his even as your hands fiddled with the sword in your sheath, "It looks as if you were expecting me."

Even with how stoic the man was, you didn't miss the twitch in his brow and you smirked. He began to pull his weapon from his back, pointing it towards you with an intimidating stance.

"You do have quite the bounty," he replied, quickly charging towards you shrouded in smoke.

In a flash and a loud clang, the Marine was in your face, smirking with those annoying cigars in his mouth. You had to fight the urge to lean forward and connect your lips to his, almost forgetting you were fighting in front of many surprised bystanders.

"Is that all you see in me, Smoker?" you asked, your eyebrows furrowed but your lips upturned. He chuffed as you pushed him away with your sword, taking a step before seemingly teleporting towards him with one more step after the other. His senses were heightened, trying to think of how he was going to slip this note to you.

"I'm hurt," you continued, your voice from behind him causing him to gasp and turn, but it was too late. You sliced him, clubbing his side with the blunt side of your sword. The wind knocked from his lungs and he found himself kneeling in the grass, your feet just out of his fuzzy gaze.

With a laugh, you walked towards him, your sword pointed towards his forehead. How could this happen? I got distracted! Smoker mentally cursed himself for getting caught off guard by some stupid piece of paper. He lifted himself to his feet, his large Jitte slung over his shoulder. He spit out the cigars, stomping the fire out before setting his attention to you, his eyes grazing every inch of your beautiful curves and dips. Getting distracted again!

Silently, he turned to smoke, slowly dissipating into the tendrils of grey. You glanced around, a challenging gleam in your eyes as you thought about the effect you had on him. Hiding in the smoke to conceal his face... it made you smile.

Suddenly he was next to you, the pommel of his weapon digging into your spine and making you yelp, your body falling towards the ground. You hadn't even sensed his presence, and his legs were replaced with a cloud of smog.

He caught your now aching figure in his strong arms, that cocky grin you knew so well adorning his features. He was eclipsing you, his body almost three times the size of your own.

It made a fire deep within you light, triggering those memories of dark, abandoned rooms, pushing things to the side as you shoved him onto whatever surface you could, limbs and tongues entangled passionately and hurriedly, unable to go further than heavy makeouts due to time and circumstances. His large hands, though rough, were always so gentle with your delicate body, holding you as if you were made of glass or marble- a statue made just for him to admire.

"Got ya," he taunted, his fingers caressing your hips, down to your thighs. Luckily, and you were sure he did it on purpose, there was smoke that he could use as cover as he graced his nails over the exposed skin of your legs. They rounded back up to your torso before you felt something being stuffed into your pocket. You looked up at him, a puzzled look on your face.

"What're you-" you were cut off by a gruff grunt as he finished whatever he was doing, dropping you to the ground. You knew he had to do this to save face, but you knew he would always give you a chance to run before his men could arrive.

You quickly scrambled to your feet, rubbing your back. You had returned your sword to its home, focusing on disappearing before anyone could know what happened. Your steps were quick and methodical as you seemingly vanished into the air, Smoker feigning a shocked look as you left, meeting the rest of your crew in the neighboring groves. After seeing the blossoming bruise decorating your back, they all cursed at you for getting caught by the Vice Admiral yet again.

After getting checked out by the ship's doctor back at the inn, you sighed, sitting on the edge of the lumpy bed. You were thinking back on the way Smoker's touch felt against your skin, goosebumps raising on your legs as if he were doing it again. You shivered and shook your head, standing and kicking the pair of shorts you had been wearing that day.

Something crumpled under your toe, and suddenly you remembered the item that the man had shoved into your pocket. You pulled it form the jeans, uncrumpling the tired piece of scrap and reading it with heated cheeks.

Wanna see you. All of you. Shakky's - 11 pm.

His writing was scratchy and hard to read, as if he had scrambled to even etch the words onto paper. It made you smile thinking about that, but it made you smile even bigger thinking about what the words meant. You quickly realized how late it was and snapped your head to the clock, which read 10:45. You could make it if you booked it now.

The moonlight seemed to cast a spotlight on you as you snuck away from the inn where all your crew members were drinking and carrying on in merriment. You were sure they were paying no attention to the entrance so you made your way out and to the rip-off bar groves away.

Upon arrival, the smell of beer and sweat filled your nostrils, making your nose crinkle. You looked around, giving a small nod to the tall, beautiful woman behind the bar before seeking out the Marine.

You were positive that the man would be disguised, as he usually had to be due to his status. If anyone caught a Vice Admiral sneaking around with a wanted pirate, it was game over for both. His height always gave him away to you as well as the two thick cigars hanging from his lip.

He was wearing a hooded jacket that shadowed his face, his strong nose casting darkness across half his face as he looked down into his drink. You approached him with a devious smile, stopping with your breasts basically on the table. His head lifted, the lights from above casting a warm glow onto his pale face and making him seemingly luminate from his skin.

Eyes fixed on your breasts for a beat before flitting up to your face, Smoker smiled tightly and motioned to the chair across from him. "Good to see you again. You look..." a breath escaped his mouth, "gorgeous. Really."

Your cheeks dusted pink and you covered your mouth with a hand dramatically. "You don't look too bad yourself. I'm diggin' the 5 o' clock shadow."

With a laugh on your lips, you reached over and held his face, thumb rubbing circles into the stubby skin there. You felt him tense, pulling away when the waiter came by to get you a drink.

A moment of tense silence followed the delivery of the drink, and you couldn't help but look at him expectantly. He was staring at you, his tough face set in a gentle expression as he gazed upon your face, your shoulders, any exposed skin seemingly whispering his name and begging to be touched. He cleared his throat before speaking.

"G-5 has to leave early morning tomorrow. It's going to be a while before I can see you again, love." The nickname always made your head dizzy, heart beating in your ears as he leaned closer and whispered, "I need you. Need to feel you and hear you scream my name."

You had never guzzled a drink so fast in your life. Not much was said, just a few updates on one another's journey. Quick feet and pulling hands between you both, you were alone in the private quarters of the Marine's ship. It was risky, yes; but you were covered with a cloak and Smoker dared one of his men to question what- or rather who- he did in his bed.

Clothes were forgotten, passionate lips connected, hands roamed across hot skin. You were left in your lacy bra and undies, a matching set you had thrown on in haste before you had bolted to Shakky's. The man took a moment to admire every part of you; his gaze slowly tearing through you from head to toe. The look in his eyes was anything but holy, pupils dilated and irises clouded with desire.

You dragged your fingers from his collarbone, down to his abs, your tickling fingers making him inhale sharply. Your lips danced across the sensitive skin of his neck, leaving purple marks in your wake. Your nails dragged up and down his abs. His hands were traveling up and down your curvy waist, hands gripping the plush skin of your hips. His palms engulfed you, his size clear as his broad chest hovered above you. Your legs tried their best to wrap around his torso, though you could barely hook your ankles together.

"Shit-" Smoker grunted, your sinful mouth now leaving bite marks on his chest, driving him crazy. He could feel his cock twitching in his boxers, need coursing through his veins. "Need ya- hah- to put those pretty lips around my cock."

"Do you need it?" you asked sweetly, your hands making their way to the hard-on imprinted in his underwear, giving it a soft squeeze. He groaned, his eyes falling closed, chin tipping upwards.

"Yes-" his breath was labored, having dreamt of this for so long and jacked off to the thought of you looking up at him from between his legs, batting your eyelashes as you swallowed his cock.

Your smile was cat-like, hands working his boxers off and freeing his swollen dick from its confines. The girth and curve of it was enough to make your mouth water; a large vein ran from the base to halfway down his length on the topside of it, and his tip was red and pitiful, almost begging to be sucked.

You engulfed his swollen head in your wet mouth, tongue swirling around the slit and collecting the precum from it. A shaky call of your name left his mouth, large hands grabbing the sides of your head to push himself deeper into your throat. Sounds of chokes and wet squelches filled the man's ears, and he looked down to admire the sight before him.

Your eyes were glossy, pupils fixed on his own through your thick eyelashes. Your dainty hands dug into his muscled thighs as your mouth worked down his length, pausing for a moment to squeeze his tip in your throat before lifting back up, tongue dragging along that thick vein. You grabbed his balls with one hand, massaging them with your fingers.

"Fuuuck- love, just like that, so good-!" You smiled around his length as Smoker encouraged you.

His hands were now controlling your pace, your cheeks puffed to suck him in and tighten your mouth around his weeping cock. A strained grunt left his mouth before he was spurting down your throat, head tipped back and hips pushed against your face. His pubes tickled your nose, and when he pulled out, a thick string of cum and spit connected you to him.

Heavy pants left his mouth as he admired your face; cheeks pink, faint tears running down them, your eyelids droopy as you looked up at him lustfully. He smiled at you gently, thick fingers gripping your chin to pull you towards him.

"Did so good, my darling," he breathed, your breaths mingling. "Now I'm gonna take care of you..."

His fingers were like heaven in your dripping cunt; they worked you methodically and slowly to find just what made you tick. By the time your orgasm washed over you, only two of his thick digits had stretched you, prodding mercilessly at your pulsing cunt until you were creaming and writhing around his fingers, tasting yourself when he was finished as he pushed your slick into your mouth.

"Taste so good, huh baby?" He asked lovingly, your head nodding around him. "That's right, my love... now, how do you want me to fuck you?"

He pulled out from your mouth, eyes sparkling as he waited for your answer. Your mind was swimming with all the different naughty positions you had imagined yourself taking him in, but one stuck out to you. You wanted to watch his face contort in pleasure as your cunt pleasured and swallowed him whole.

"Wanna ride you," You whispered, guiding him to lay against the headboard, back upright as you climbed into his lap. Your breasts were now free from the bra you had on, and Smoker cupped them in his hands, engulfing them completely and giving them a squeeze.

You had no idea what you did to him; he felt as if he were gazing upon a higher power, like you were telling him all the secrets of the world and all he could do was listen and stare in awe.

You carefully lined up the man's aching cock with your entrance, burying him in your wet heat while the stretch of his cock pulled a long moan from the back of your throat, until you were impaled completely on his dick.

"F-fuck, so big-" you sighed, forehead resting against his muscled shoulder. You began to bounce your hips against him, his mind hazy and his hands still gripping your breasts as they recoiled in time with your pace. Hands planted against his chest, you savored the way his cock pressed against your sweet spot, poking at your cervix each time your cunt swallowed him to the hilt.

"You're so tight- so good for me, just like that baby-" His praises filled your ears and encouraged you to quicken your rhythm, fingernails leaving crescent shapes in his muscled chest. He could feel his dick pulsing, begging to release any second.

Your pussy clamped around him, the shockwaves from his fingers pinching your nipples causing your orgasm to wash over you like a tsunami wave. Your ass connected to his hips, your lips singing his name. He pushed up into you, painting your walls with his semen, pulling out and watching the creamy fluid pool on his abs.

You looked up at him, your chest heaving in time with his as you basked in the feeling of being fucked by the man you could never admit you loved. He was smiling at you, grinning like you had never seen before.

"That was..." he started between breaths, rubbing his chin thoughtfully to think of a word to describe the previous fornication.

"Exquisite? Magnificent? Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious?" You finished, a chuckle lacing your words.

Smoker just rolled his eyes playfully, pushing your cheeks together and leaning up to kiss your squished lips.

As he held you and pet your hair gently, you couldn't help that empty feeling in your chest as you thought about how you wouldn't see him again for a while. You only smiled, taking a deep breath and letting the thought go.

That was a problem for tomorrow. For now, you relaxed in the Marine's arms, talking about everything and nothing with him, taking in the way the glow of the moon bathed the two of your nude bodies in pale light.

#this was really challenging but really fun!! #it came out longer than expected but oh well. it was a great time! #smoker x reader #smoker x you #smoker #x reader #one piece #smoker x reader smut #liv writes

[samandthewildworld]

Rodney’s little autumn outfit brings me so much joy

#animal crossing #acnh #ac rodney #teacup island #queue

[ofmermaidstories]

this is the cuppa im drinking rn. no one is allowed to make fun of me for putting it on a saucer, it makes me feel better.

#also idk where the teacup that matches it is at #floating rubbish island: mermaid spam

[kingkatsuki]

We do need to talk about ass-eating, especially since it’s Enjin’s fav part about foreplay

Enjin swears it’s not his fault. He always blames you for being so damn pretty as you’re waltzing around the kitchen in a skirt that’s definitely too short and swishy— leaning back in his chair to try and sneak a peek beneath the fabric to see what colour panties you’ve picked out today.

You’re the one that’s turned him into this insatiable beast of a man, he was never like this before. He swears.

But it’s the final straw when you reach up to open a cabinet, rummaging around inside it to find a glass. But Enjin knows what you’re looking for, a specific mug that he’d brought back from the contaminated zone— one that had a chip in the side and a crack on the handle which you said only added to its charm. And he already knows where that mug is, his height was always an added advantage as he placed it up on the highest shelf, behind Tamzy’s teacup and saucer as you virtually pushed yourself up on the counter to retrieve it.

Red.

Engine groaned when he finally got what he’d been waiting for— a flash of the pretty lace panties that nestled between the curve of your ass. The vibrant red coaxing him in like a honeybee to a flower, pushing the barstool back from the island as he took a few long, quick strides towards you.

He’s silent when he drops to his knees behind you, and his hands are at the hem of your skirt as he bunches it up around your hips.

“Enjin,” You gasp in surprise as you turn around to see your boyfriend on his knees, “Someone’s gonna see.”

“So,” He huffs, shamelessly burying his nose between your thighs to sniff at your core through the thin strip of fabric, “I’ll be quick.”

And as if to prove a point, slender fingers are already slipping beneath the flimsy material and tugging lace to the side.

Rough hands squeeze at the fat of your ass as he opens you up for him, thumbs spreading your folds as he leans forward to take one long lick with the pad of his tongue from your puffy clit to the rim of your asshole.

Your eyes roll back into your skull as you steady yourself on tour forearms, toes curling in your shoes as he repeats the motion. Feeling his grip on you tighten as your asshole flutters in response, collecting saliva in his mouth before he spits crudely. Quick to follow its path as he slurps at your hole, prodding it with the tip of his tongue as his sultry groans vibrate against your skin.

And he gets what he was waiting for when you begin rolling your hips into his touch, grinding down on his tongue as you fuck yourself on his face.

“That’s it, baby.” He slurs around your ass, trying to ignore how soaked his boxers are from pre as his cock throbs at the sight of you, “Love me eating this ass, don’tcha?”

He definitely can’t help himself, especially not when you look this good, when you sound so pretty. Slurping at your ass as he deliberately tries to coax more saccharine whines from your glossy lips.

#Enjin thirst #thirst posts #jo thirsts #Enjin smut

[c-e-d-dreamer]

Baby Sister

A/N: Happy @nestaarcheronweek everyone! I'm super excited for all the content I have to share and all the content I'm sure others will be posting this week! We're starting off with a doozy for Day One: Sister. One of my biggest gripes with SJM has always been the fact it's very obvious she doesn't have sisters. I recognize I may be biased by my own relationship with my sister, but something always felt like it was falling a bit flat at times throughout the series for me personally. So, I thought I'd do a bit of a rewrite of the scene where Nesta tells Feyre about the pregnancy. Most of the dialogue at the beginning is pulled directly from ACOSF. Also, I recognize this may not be everyone's cup of tea, so if it's not for you, simply don't read it. I won't be offended. But for those who do, I hope you enjoy :)

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“The problem is the birth.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Illyrian females have a pelvis shaped specifically for children with wings to pass through. High Fae females do not. And when a child has wings, they can get stuck during labor.” Cassian’s face goes pale beneath the bruises. “Most females die, the babes with them. There’s no way for magic to help, short of fracturing a female’s pelvis to widen it for birthing. Which might kill the babe anyway.”

“Feyre is going to die?” Nesta’s words are a whisper. For a heartbeat every bit of spite, of anger, of bitterness fades away, pure, clear panic replacing it.

“A few do survive.” Cassian makes to rub his face, then stops before he can press the bruises. “But the labor is so brutal that many of them either come close to death or are so altered by it that they can’t have another child.”

“Is Feyre distraught?”

“She doesn’t know the full scope of it. But all of us who have grown up here know what it means for a High Fae female to bear a baby with wings.”

Nesta frowns at that. She thinks back to the last time she saw Feyre, the way she had been practically glowing, blue eyes alight with happiness and motherly joy. The way her hand had rested gently on her swelling stomach, thumb rubbing soothing circles for the babe growing inside. The babe that may be Feyre’s death, and her sister doesn’t even know. Blissful, blind ignorance.

“All of you that grew up here?” Nesta asks, turning Cassian’s words over in her mind again. “So the whole Court is aware of what this means?”

Cassian shifts slightly in his seat, tilting his head and peering across the table at Nesta. “If there is a way to save Feyre from a death sentence, Rhys will find it. He’s heading to Drakon and Miryam’s island tomorrow. And Mor is making discreet inquiries at the Fae courts on the continent. Even the priestesses are searching the archives and records. We’ll figure it out.”

“But Feyre will not know?”

“Does your sister not deserve a happy pregnancy with no worries?”

Anger flares through Nesta’s veins like a wildfire, simmering beneath her skin until her grip on the handle of her teacup tightens to near white-knuckled. Until her chest and lungs feel tight with the smoke of those flames. How dare he. How dare he turn this around on her. How dare he make her sound like the wretch, sound as though she’s the one who does not care for Feyre’s wellbeing, by questioning this.

How dare they all.

A Court of Dreamers, they call themselves, priding themselves on creating a place where females always have a choice as they tell her, and yet, they do not even inform their High Lady of the dire consequences that may be waiting for her in the shadows. They allow her to paint a mural on the walls of the nursery, allow her to speak excitedly of a future that she might not even have. It’s not right, none of this is right, and it has Nesta’s stomach roiling, the eggs she had been nibbling on for breakfast suddenly sour and heavy.

She thinks back to the first time she held Feyre, back to that time when their father had placed the tiny, wriggling babe carefully into Nesta’s arms. Feyre’s face had been all scrunched up, but then her eyes had opened, wide and blue and a near identical shade to Nesta’s own. She had blinked up at Nesta, staring up at her with those pinked cheeks and nose. For a moment, Nesta hadn’t known what to do, holding something so small, so precious, but then warmth and awe had flooded her chest until her heart felt full, felt on the brink of bursting.

She had understood then, holding her baby sister.

And though they had both grown claws as they got older, though they had certainly used those claws to tear the other down through the years, Feyre was still that baby sister in her arms that she’d sworn to love and protect. She’s still that baby sister in Nesta’s arms even today. That sister who vanished into the woods to do what needed to be done for the family. That sister that Nesta tried to tear through the Wall to get back.

And she’ll keep trying to tear through that Wall for Feyre, no matter what shape it takes. She will not let her baby sister die, and she certainly won’t let her die unknowingly, this Court and all of Prythian be damned.

Nesta sets down her teacup, determination settling like steel through her bones. The clatter is loud enough to break the silence that had settled in the dining room that Cassian jumps slightly at the sound. He looks up at her, and whatever he sees on her expression has his eyes widening, panic beginning to creep into the maze of golds and greens. He swallows hard and sets down his fork slowly, as if he expects the movement to spook her.

“I’m calling in our bargain,” Nesta declares, meeting his gaze head-on.

“Nesta—”

“No,” Nesta snaps, cutting him off, her tone cool and leaving no room for an argument. “I’ve decided my favor. You are going to fly me down to where Feyre is, and you are not allowed to speak until my sister knows the truth of her pregnancy.”

“Nes…” Cassian chokes out, but it seems the magic has already taken hold, preventing any other words from falling past his lips.

Cassian’s back bows over the table, a pained hiss bleeding through his clenched teeth. Nesta’s own back tingles and burns, her tattoo searing away at the bargain finally being completed. She stands up from her chair, straightening out the skirts of her dress with cool poise before making her way out of the dining room and toward the large doors that lead out to the balcony, shoulders back and head held high. She can hear Cassian’s slow, heavy footfalls behind her, the Illyrian clearly trying desperately to fight against the magic still.

The chilly, morning breeze skitters across Nesta’s skin as she steps onto the balcony, the pale blue hue of the sky above a contrast of the conversation to come. Nesta turns around to face Cassian expectantly. His jaw is clenched, lips pressed firmly together, and though he cannot say anything, the anger burning in his hazel eyes says enough. Nesta steps gingerly closer to him, allowing Cassian to scoop her up into his arms. His wings flare wide over his shoulders, and then they’re taking off into the air.

Nesta is surprised that they land in the grass around the back of Feyre’s home, but then she notices the doors opened wide, an easel placed just inside and hiding the face of the painter behind it. At the sound of their landing, Feyre’s head peeks out from behind her canvas, her eyebrows dipping down low in confusion as she watches Cassian set Nesta down on her feet.

“Nesta? Cassian?” Feyre asks, setting down the brush in her hand. “What are you two doing here?”

“I need to speak with you,” Nesta explains, striding forward across the lawn.

“Alright…” Feyre agrees, confusion still coloring her tone, as she stands up. “Let’s go inside then. I’ll make us some tea and we can talk.”

Nesta curls her fingers around Feyre’s wrist, halting her movements. “Right now.”

Feyre turns back around, her mouth pinching in a frown, but she clasps both of Nesta’s hands in her own. “Okay. What is it?”

Nesta swallows hard, suddenly at a loss for words, not knowing where to begin. “Perhaps we should sit down first after all.”

“You’re beginning to worry me. Is everything alright?”

Despite her words, Feyre turns again and leads them into the sitting room nearby. She and Nesta settle on one the loveseats, Cassian looming in the doorway. Feyre eyes him with clear concern and worry, the anger still clear on his expression despite his stony silence. Nesta gives her sister’s hands a squeeze, drawing her attention back to her.

“Feyre, you are my sister. My baby sister, and I—”

Nesta pauses, desperately clawing to find the right words to say, but what are the right words? Are there ever any right words to tell your sister of the cruel fate she’s been dealt, that may be poised to strike down her joy and her future in one fatal swing? She tries to pull from the demure politeness their mother had drilled into Nesta as a child, but there is no way to change this ugly truth with pretty words. There is no softening of this crushing blow. Nesta will be responsible for the lightness on Feyre’s face fading, but she knows it is the right thing to do. Knows that she cannot sit idly by while her sister is kept in the dark. Knows that if there is one thing Feyre cares most about, it’s no secrets.

“Your babe has wings,” Nesta finally breathes, her voice shaky.

Feyre’s worry and confusion melts away, giving way for a wide smile, her hand settling on her stomach as she peers down at it. “Yes. Isn’t it wonderful? He’ll know his Illyrian heritage.”

“It will kill you.”

Feyre’s smile falls away then, and she blinks a few times before finding her voice again. “What?”

“You’re not Illyrian, so when the time comes, the wings will get stuck, and you will die.”

“How do you know that?” Feyre whispers, blinking against the water beginning to line her eyes.

“Cassian told me this morning at breakfast, and I came here immediately after,” Nesta explains, giving her sisters a hand a squeeze in what she hopes is reassurance. “It seems your whole Court knows the implications, that your mate has instructed them not to inform you, but I do not care what he thinks or says because you are my sister, and you deserve to know.”

Feyre continues to blink a few times, clearly trying to process Nesta’s words, trying to process this new information, the weight of them. Her brows furrow deeper, lip finding home between her teeth as she worries it. Slowly, her gaze raises again, but not to Nesta. Instead, she looks toward the door to where Cassian still stands.

“Cassian…?” Feyre begins tentatively.

Cassian lets out a quiet gasping breath, almost doubling over as magic courses through him. Not allowed to speak until Feyre knows the truth of her pregnancy, those were the terms of the favor. He’s quick to still turn a glare in Nesta’s direction, jaw still clenched, disapproval at this entire turn events clear across his expression, but when he finally turns his attention to the High Lady, his face softens.

“Feyre…” Cassian starts to plead, unable to fully meet her eyes, the guilt creeping into his face, in the way that he grimaces at his failed words.

“So it’s true then,” Feyre laughs humorlessly, shaking her head. “And none of you thought to tell me?”

“We will figure this out,” Nesta jumps in to reassure Feyre, pulling her sister’s attention back to her. “I will scour the whole library myself if I have to, will scry for whatever might be able to help. I will not let you die.”

Feyre opens her mouth to say something more, but before she can, the whole house seems to rumble. Nesta’s free hand grasps desperately at the arm of the loveseat, trying to steady herself against the shake, feeling it rattle and scrape all the way down to her bones. The temperature in the room seems to drop, shadows and darkness creeping from beneath the floor and clawing from the corners.

Nesta snaps her head toward Cassian, an alarmed question already poised and ready on the tip of her tongue, but Cassian’s expression has glazed over, his eyes out of focus and far away. He inhales sharply, seemingly returning to himself and the present. His eyes find Nesta’s in an instant, the hazel of them swimming with… fear.

“Nesta, we need to go,” Cassian tells her, holding his hand out expectantly.

Nesta scoffs, shifting closer to Feyre and keeping a tight hold of her sister’s hand. “Absolutely not. I am not leaving Feyre alone.”

“Nesta, please,” Cassian pleads, his voice desperate and pained. It’s the tone that finally gives Nesta pause, that finally has her taking in the way Cassian’s chest has started to heave, the way his outstretched hand seems to shake slightly.

“He’s right. You need to go,” Feyre adds quietly, Nesta turning back toward her sister in surprise. “I’ll be alright.”

It’s the small smile of reassurance, of confidence, that Feyre offers that finally breaks Nesta’s remaining resolve. With a soft sigh, she finally stands up. She moves to walk to Cassian and the door, but before she can take a step, Feyre tugs on her arm and pulls her into a hug. The gesture takes Nesta by surprise. They’ve never been the overly affectionate sort. But slowly, Nesta’s arms come up as well, wrapping around her baby sister. Just like that very first day.

“Thank you,” Feyre breathes into her hair, giving a final squeeze before stepping back.

With a nod, Nesta settles her hand in Cassian’s, allowing him to tug her out of the room, but she stops in the hall, turning one last time toward her sister. “Give him hell, Fey.”

Feyre lets out a quiet laugh, the sound wet but genuine. “I plan to, don’t worry.”

Cassian all but drags Nesta out of the house, barely even waiting for the front door to close behind them before he’s scooping Nesta up into his arms and taking for the skies. Nesta clutches at his neck in surprise at the speed, but if Cassian notices her reaction, he doesn’t seem to care. His arms still seem to tremble where they grasp at her, his wings working overtime as he takes them away from Velaris as fast as he can.

Nesta is sure that she hasn’t heard the last of what happened today. She’s sure that there will still be consequences for revealing the truth to Feyre. From Cassian. From Rhysand. From the whole rest of the Court. But despite it all, Nesta finds she doesn’t particularly care. If given the choice, she knows that she would do it all over again a hundred times if she had to, without looking back, and without a single regret.

She would do anything for her baby sister.

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[ggfj84]

"I need you to sign this," Bruce said without preamble as Dick rushed into the kitchen. Hair disheveled, jacket flapping, and tie loose, Dick was a chaotic force of nature with his soccer cleats, gym duffle, and backpack hanging off his shoulders. "Now?" "Yes." Bruce placed the paper and pen on the kitchen island as Alfred was busy with the kettle on the stove, back to them. Dick sighed dramatically like the performer he was, dropping all his accoutrements to the floor and reaching for the paper. Without reading it, he added his John Handcock on the line and grabbed a pancake from the pile on the island. "There. You happy? Now, come on! I'm going to be late for morning practice." "...Y-You don't even need to know what it is." Years later, Dick might have picked up on the subtle stuttering. He might have noticed the slight shaking in Bruce's hand as he lifted his teacup off its saucer or even caught the nervous shifting of his foster father’s eyes. But fourteen-year-old Dick Grayson just hoped he didn't have to run ten laps for being late to morning practice - again. "Yes, I'm so worried that you're taking me for everything I'm worth." Dick motioned around the large, elegant manor in which they stood. "Now come - " "Hold one moment, Master Richard," Alfred interrupted as Dick started to regather his belongings. With daft touches, Alfred tied Dick's school tie, flattened his collar, and then closed his school jacket and buttoned it properly. Then, once Alfred deemed him presentable, he added, "Please do try to keep all my hard work in order until you reach the locker room." "I can make no promises, Alfie.” He grabbed another pancake and shoved the whole thing into his mouth. “B, come on!" he mumbled. Then he was off, leaving an impeccably dressed Bruce at the kitchen island, blinking down at his half-drunk tea and the signed document. "...I'm doing the right thing, right, Alfred? I should ask him, make sure this is the right course of action." "It should be his choice, Master Bruce." Alfred brushed a wayward strand off Bruce's shoulder as he passed. "But...I'm going into space, Alfred, to a war planet. What if he says no and the shareholders decide not to honor my request?" "This is all contingent on, perish the thought, you not returning from said war planet." Alfred heaved an exaggerated sigh, not unlike Dick's earlier. "Yes, what shall a teenage boy do with only a surrogate grandfather who happens to have millions in savings? How shall he ever survive?" Bruce's glower was as piercing and bitter as Batman's, though Alfred had long become immune. "What if CPS doesn't leave him with you? What if they decide to put him back where they originally placed him?" He shook the signed paper at Alfred. "This will protect him." "B!" The slamming of the front door resounded through the quiet manor. "We. Have. To. Go. Or I'm calling Wally and skipping school all together!" "Do it, and Robin won't see the Gotham skyline for a month," Bruce returned but not unkindly. To Alfred, he said in a low voice, "It's my duty to protect him. If anything were to happen...I just need to make sure he'll be okay." He then nodded to himself, pocketed the document, and headed out of the kitchen. "Perhaps you should have thought of that before placing him in a colorful uniform and parading him in front of Gotham's most dastardly lot." "I heard that," Bruce replied in a raised voice and a half-smile, which Alfred decided to ignore.  

(I wasn’t sure if Gotham Knights #17 was still canon, and this little plot bunny just hopped into my brain.)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

#dick grayson #robin #batman #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfamily #batfam #ggfj84 writes #batdad #adoption series