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I wish I was Y/N
happy pride month to those in the closet. to those who went back into the closet. to those who have unsupportive families, friends and relationships. those who were bullied and harassed because of their identity. those who were killed because of who they truly were and loved.
you are loved and appreciated.
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ART BY ! γ urinecrust on tiktok γ
ao3 link !
synopsis: the night grows hot and you stir awake, but as hector watches, you have plans to keep him company.
pairing: hector (date everything) x reader
content, mdni: dark smut, voyeurism, temperature play, obsession/possession, mutual masterbation, pet names, fingering, sorta cum eating/finger sucking
wc: 1.6k
a/n: love this freakβenjoy enjoyyy βα’..α’ββ‘
In little ways, you always knew it was him. The shiver that ran down your spine like a serpent in ice water; the heat blooming in your chest that made summer nights feel jealousβhim.
His whispers of devotion catered obsession, but in his absenceβit was his silent adoration in the way he served you. Hector lived to see you squirmβ¦ gripping your blanket tight against your cold body, your legs rubbing together with the intention for friction. You were everything he dreamed of, and to serve you was his gospel; his programmed prayer; the religion heβd built between your thighs.
Β The night had grown hot. Your sheets clung to your body, limbs entrapped in white cloth as you squirmedβ¦ he was aware. Aware of how you moaned in discomfort, a frown painted across your lovely lipsβaccompanied by the furrow of your brow. Hector wished to brush it away, to press his thumb against the stress between them.
I AM IN LOVEEEE
yeah i have a type
Whats really behind that grateπ€
Well.
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asking for a picture of them
π ππππππππ: blaze, dante, garroth, gene, jeffory, laurance, travis, vylad, zane, & zenix
ππ: everything is sfw (maybe slightly suggestive? but not really) but it does contain pictures of shirtless men LOL so if that makes you uncomfortable i don't reccommend reading!
π/π: trying to find accurate pictures was genuinely so difficult </3 idk how accurate these are but it's kinda a crack fic anyways so who cares hahhshah (also garroth gets a bonus pic cause i said so)
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"can you come get me?" PART 1. β³ stuck at a party, you text your crush for help!
pairings: gene, garroth, travis, x reader (go to part 2 for more!) a/n: crawling out of months of inactivity to drop an smau oops... i'm rusty and this is my first smau so POSSIBLY OOC. this was fun tho so i wanna add more parts
masterlist. | next.
1: GENE.
May I request Zoro and Sanji x reader + a breeding kink pls and ty ππ»ππ»π«£
How the hell are VINSMOKE SANJI and RORONOA ZORO both balls deep inside of you and still arguing?
βDonβt β hn β you dare come, curly,β Zoro grits, one wide palm locked around your wrists, pinning them back against your spine. Heβs beneath you, earrings bobbing, teeth knicking your pearled nipple. His eyes, piercing and dangerous, flick between your blissed-out expression and Sanjiβs slack-jawed pleasure, βWeβre tryna prove a damn point hereββ
βFuck you, Marimo,β Sanjiβs words splinter into a low, desperate moan; his hands, braced on either side of Zoroβs head, have gone white in the knuckles, βShut β damn it β Shut the f-fuck upββ
Sanjiβs forehead falls to your shoulder, and his hips stutter, and Zoro bites his own lip so hard he tastes blood. Blonde hair tickles your neck, and your back arches. Zoroβs hand on your hip tightens enough to bruise. Heβs closer to the edge than heβs letting on.
You figure the arguing probably does something for him.
Heβs a man of honor, as much as Sanji is. Your little comments earlier about lasting the longest earned you this spot between the two men.
Itβs a lot of sensations β too much, almost. Youβre stretched wide, and inside of you, Zoroβs cock drags against Sanjiβs. Sanjiβs drags against his. Every thrust between the two, into you, is messy and uncoordinated.
And it feels good. Really good.
βShe had a mouth about this, about lasting longer. So, she comes first,β Zoro grits out, like heβs reminding himself, βRight, cook?β
ββCourse she will,β he whines, and you figure this is the closest youβre going to get to amicable teamwork when it comes to double penetration, βSheβ¦ yea β L-Ladies first.β
Sanji pants into your neck, and Zoro lets a sound slip out of his chest that sounds suspiciously like a moan. The white-hot coil of pleasure in your belly only winds tighter and tighter, their cocks pump in and out and in and out, massaging one another, massaging that certain spot.
Their names tangle on your tongue, quickly followed by a moan that is unbecoming of anyone with a shred of dignity left.
βFuck, youβre tight,β Zoro rasps, and you swear his voice is shaking. His words are punctuated by his thrusts, βYβlike it when we β when we use you like this?β
βI think she does,β Sanji makes a noise that sounds like a laugh being punched out of him. His pace is faltering. Heβs clinging to the edge. βSure sounds like it.β
βYouβre gonna come,β Zoro huffs, cock dragging in and out against Sanjiβs, βAnd then, weβre gonna fill you upββ
βNice and deep,β Sanjiβs muttering in your ear, cock dragging in and out against Zoroβs, βY-You want that?β
Yea. Yea, you do. And you tighten, slicken, and they notice.
Theyβre playing dirty. Might as well play the same game.
βMust be nice,β you snark, somehow maintaining some semblance of brattiness despite the circumstances; where you find the thoughts or words, youβll never know. You know it drives Zoro insane, and you know Sanji finds it so delightful, βFinally rubbing your cocks togetherββ
You have no idea who comes first.
All you know is that it isnβt you.
And for the first time all night, theyβre not arguing.
when you joined the crew, to sanji, it was like nami and robin never existed, or any other woman in fact. youβd been blessed with one of the most beautiful devil fruits that gave you the ability to produce any plant whether it was flowers, herbs, weeds and poison meaning your were a natural at healing. you had just the sweetest soul too, helping him in the kitchen, leaving gentle lingering touches in his face, using your ability to make him seasonings heβs never tried before, the list goes on!
the sunny was decorated in all types of flowers making your presence known to all of the crew. usually you were in the sick bay helping chopper but this evening you find yourself in the kitchen instead. you were sat on the counter, peeling oranges and putting the peels into a pot while you pushed the slices into sanjis mouth as he baked.
βwhat are the peels for, mon coeur?β
you slipped from the counter, padding off to the sink and filling the pot with water to boil. You moved to stand next to sanji, placing the pot on one of the free stoves.
βsβa simmer pot. makes the room smell nice when you boil it.β
you turned on the stove, hands raising above the boiling water as fresh sage and bay leaves fell from your palms. sanjiβs lovesick gaze never left you as the fruity scent started to fill the kitchen.
βhand me a cinnamon stick sanji.β
sanji was snapped out of his hazy thoughts, his long arm extending to the other side of the counter and was brought back with a cinnamon stick in hand. when you put it into the pot it mightβve created the most heavenly smell sanjis smelt in his life.
you gently stirred the pot, signaling for sanji to hand you another orange. he peeled it for you, dropping them into the pot. the kitchen fell into a silence, a comfortable silence.
you felt an orange slice press against your lips, graciously accepting it with a smile as he returned the favor.
the kitchen was now filled with the sent of cinnamon-y oranges and the late night pasta sanji had over the stove.
he turned off his stove, setting his pasta into a bowl and decorated it in marinara sauce. your eyes were stuck on those slender fingers of his while you mindlessly stirred the simmering pot. he placed the plate of pasta on the candle lit dining table before coming back to you to wrap his arms from behind.
sanji smelled like smoke and hints of lemon. it went nicely with the scent of the room. it made you a little dizzy too.
he took your hand, thumb rubbing the back of it with a tenderness that only he could give.
βmay i take you out for dinner, mademoiselle [αͺ₯]?β
you turned off your stove, turning in his arms to face him. you took a few seconds to think like you were pretending to think when you were already going to say yes. just before the worlds could leave your mouth, you saw a suspiciously long arm enter the kitchen, feel up the table and grab a big portion pasta off of the plate. the hand zoomed out just as quickly and you looked back up at sanji.
βwell..β
he raised his visible eyebrow at your mumble, turning around just to see the same stretchy arm once again on the plate, this time taking the entire dish.
now sanji did almost yell his captains name out loud but brushed your face with his hand with an apologetic look before swiftly leaving the kitchen. all you heard was yells and luffys oh so familiar giggles coming from the deck.
oh well, maybe next time.
a/n from lay β¨ΎΰΌΒ·Λ: wow i am getting consistent i wonder how long i can keep this ideas up for π€€ if everything goes right usopp fic will be delivered tomorrow β€οΈβπ©Ήππ½. this can be depicted as opla i guess but not really what i had in mind.
HOW WOULD YOU GO ABOUT DYING THAT MUCH HAIRΒ
HOW MUCH HAIR DYE WOULD YOU NEEDΒ
We are going to say it takes 3 containers for a foot of hair, along with the thickness of her hair. Takig in those that factor along with the fact that Rapunzelβs hair is approx. 70 feet (canonically), that makes 70 x 3 =
210
She would need 210 containers of hairdye.
Thatβs a lot. Wonder how much it cost?
Well hair die costs $6.99 at Walmart. Letβs round that up to $7.00. So multiply 210 containers by 7 dollars and you get $1,470.
It would cost her around $1,500 to die all her hair blue
tumblr: solving the worlds problems one by one this is great
The Lovers.Β Art by Yoshi Yoshitani, from the Tarot of the Divine.
Beauty and the Beast China, Danish Fairy TaleΒ
The Lovers card represents romance, opposites attracting. The duality and balance of carnality, physicality, and fire versus spirituality, emotions, and water. The pair emphasize the importance of communication and herald an important crossroads.Β
Upright: Love, harmony, trust, a leap of faith, choice Reversed: Unreliability, separation, second-guessing, values, conflict
From the artist:Β
βThe Lovers is a card about balance and duality. The male symbol represents carnality, physical desire, and fire. The female symbol represents spirituality, and water. Which I thought was well described with The Beauty and The Beast. The purple castle in the back is the blend of red and blue, as well as a symbol of importance. The wind whipped flags a symbol of clear communication. Whatβs really cool is that the Lovers card in reading often is indicative of critical choices that require a lot of thought. Where the easy option is not usually the right one, and the real answer may appear unappealing and be difficult to proceed along. All of this sounds a lot like Beauty and her trials with the Beast. Also her decision to leave to see to her father which almost ends in her loosing everything! As well as a love that is beyond just the physical.β β Yoshi Yoshitani
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βKill them with kindnessβ
Nah, fuck that, CRICKET BAT π πππ*SMACK*
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Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
This opens up a lot of possibilities for what a haiku can be
the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.
thank god cupid went to monster high first and honed her skills there before going to eah. her first ever matchmaking attempt there was cleo and clawd and it was such a fucking disaster of a pairing that she retired her crossbow and set up a radio show instead (which she was then very successful with). could you imagine if cupid went to eah still on training wheels. her first targets would've been be faybelle and daring
As much as I like descendants if I could live in a world where it doesn't exist in exchange for ever after high to have a crossover with Monster high I would take that chance within a heartbeat