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bigfatbimbo · 2 months

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silly low effort dating Lucifer headcanons —

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE’S THE SILLIEST EVER. Anyways, now that we have that out of the way. He is very touchy with you, especially after you guys start dating. He constantly has his hand on your shoulder, arm, in your hair, or on your leg. He’s been so touch starved ever since Lilith left him. So he’s always chasing that kinda of comforting physical touch. Also, probably just always clinging to your arm, no matter what you’re doing too. He’s just there, hanging around. I said in another post he likes to play with your fingers, rings, hands, bracelets, etc when he rambles on about whatever is interesting him. ”I had another Idea for a rubber duck that blows bubbles but I never really got around to it, plus there’s always—“ and he’d be fiddling with your hands the entire time. He also has a thing for being called really lovey-dovey pet names. Princess, sweetheart, babycakes, pretty boy, things like that. I swear they have him on the floor blushing every time, especially if you play it up well enough. ”You look so good today,” and then you strut over to him and tilt his head up to look at you, “my pretty boy.” Hes in shambles oh my god. Probably giggling and putting his hand over his mouth to conceal his dorky grin. Up the stakes by taking his hand and kissing it gently, never breaking eye contact. “Oh— oh my—“ he would stutter out. “Darling how… charming.” But he’d be tomato red and giggling the whole time. Not a lot of people acknowledge this, but he can be very snobby too. Of course, he’s the king of hell. Why shouldn’t he be? He also hold himself to a standard above sinners because, in his words, ‘they’re just the worst.’ So he’d be lowkey snooty and proud in public sometimes. And he’s a little rich boy too so don’t be surprised if he complains about how: “This restaurant serves their lamb too cold. You know, we don’t have to eat here. I have pancake batter at home sooo…” If you end up calling him out on it he’d feel bad about being so bratty and tip the waitress an outrageous amount. Also, i’m sorry this man is a little spoon through and through. Let’s be real right now. He’s so tiny he absolutely dissolved in your arms. Which is very comforting for him on bad days when he just wants to be held by you. He also, even though he acts all high and mighty when it happens, loves being manhandled by you. Maybe he’s overworking himself and so you just sneak up behind him and throw him over your shoulder. He'd bang his fists on your back and demand to be treated with dignity, as if he couldn’t overpower you in seconds. Also, you catch him talking to his rubber ducks A LOT. For a while they were probably all that he talked to it’s kind of sad to watch. But in a cute way? He has names for them all and specific personalities. He’ll be showing you his collection and be like “Oh, george likes you!” after forcing you to hold a rubber duck for him. Also a good cook, I don’t know why I just feel like he is. But like very oddly specific dishes too. He makes a mean gourmet mac and cheese with parmesan on the top. He likes to dance with you too, whether it’s slow dancing or you two are just being silly, he likes to feel your body warmth on him while you two move together. Also, i’m pretty sure we all ready know… autism. I’m not even projecting this time either, it just might as well be canon. So he comes you to about any new hyperfixations he has at the time because he trusts that you, above all people, will listen to him. Once again he’ll play with your bracelets, or fiddle with his hands while he talks to you. And of course, you listen, and even do your research later to make him feel like you really care. He also loves making arts and crafts with you. Sometimes even with some friendly competition (incredibly competitive high-energy contests on who’s contraption works better.) I also imagine you have to say things to him multiple times for him to hear you. It’s not that he can’t hear you, he’s just in his own little world, not paying attention at all to his surroundings.

”What, honey? Sorry, didn’t catch that last part—“

Then he’ll focus so hard on paying attention, that he’ll forget to actually pay attention and make you explain it another time.

I imagine he likes doing little tasks for you, so he can feel useful. Like running your laundry for you, doing the dishes, anything to keep him busy.

Also, it’d it earns words of affirmations from you, then it’s worth it.

Say you catch him scrubbing pots and pans to save you the effort. Come up behind him, put your hands on his hips and kiss his head before telling him how amazing he is. And how great full you are for him.

He’s beaming and smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.

I also think he’s a morning person, so more often than not, he wakes you up with breakfast in bed.

He falls asleep so early at night it’s literally crazy.

Like you could be hugging him, even standing up, at nighttime and he would immediately get so drowsy.

You’d have to pick him up bridal style and carry him to bed, all the while he’s whining about how he’s “Not tired, yet! I still have so much to do.” I think he also is a huge giggler like he just gets a kick out of everything you say and thinks you’re the funniest person alive. Also, he’s a terrible ugly crier. Like his face scrunches all the way up, snot comes out of his noise, he makes god awful chocking noises. It be kinda funny if it wasn’t so sad to watch to be honest. Cries at super stupid things too, those dog commercials for example. But it’s so bad he could be being his goofy self and like making the milk and the carton of eggs talk to each other. And he would get so invested in their ‘lives’ that he would start crying. ”No, Mr. Milk i’m sorry we can’t—“ sniff sniff “—be together. I DON’T LOVE YOU!” and now he’s crying. He buries his face in your shirt when he cries and just, I have a specific noise in mind, violently squeaks and sniffs.

a/n — My tumblr was tweaking out when I wrote this. I don’t know what happened but if you saw this posted last night, no you didn’t.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel fluff #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader #silly low effort headcanons

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itshype · 1 year

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Excuse me, do you work here? (DC x DP)

This is sort of based off of the core idea behind The second, secret Justice League, so mayhaps consider reading that if you haven't? It'll take you 2 minutes max. Also, here's my masterpost.

So, Danny frequently works with the JL headquartered in the Infinite Realms. Basically, every League-Adjacent hero who died in costume chose to continue their work and make the Violent Afterlife a little safer. It's lead by Jason Todd as Batman (he never revived after Joker killed him in this AU - ....yet?) and has whomever else you like it in it. It's still just called the Justice League because with the zone inhabitants being long dead, never born or aliens, enough of them are unfamiliar with Justice League Earth.

They're better than ghost cops because they all died within the last decade. They remember what it is to be alive, they remember living people who they love and it changes the way that their minds think about crime and criminals in the zone. Their criminals are still people, not just obstructions to their obsessions.

And in a fun swap, Jason lives in mortal terror of the day anyone dares to kill the Joker. He hopes that asshole lives to the age of 108 and dies peacefully in bed so the chances of the Joker becoming an ecto-entity are as low as possible.

The regular, non-secret Justice League are kidnapped by a cool Alien species who want to make them fight. Not to the death, unless you feel like it, but more as a exhibition match. Martian Manhunter, Superman, Green Lantern and Constantine are not pumped to be kidnapped but the Lantern explains that doing well in this tournament will be super great going forward. If other planets hear about Earth's robust defence, they're all going to be less likely to fuck around and find out in future.

So, Constantine, in his infinite wisdom decides to - while they wait for the whole thing to start - summon the "best equipped" Justice League member to fight on their behalf. This other member (he assumes it will be Wonder Woman or Plastic Man) will probably not love being taken to a new planet. But, it's for the greater good and they'll all be taken home later.

But he didn't specify which Justice League - not knowing there are two. A 14 year old (looking) boy shows up. Superman is furious. Constantine, trembling with horror in what his hasty actions have done, explains everything.

Danny's thrilled, he's on a NEW PLANET?! He's met a MARTIAN? And he gets to do a low-stakes fight that could save millions of lives someday? This is the best day ever!

Danny tells them he's gonna fight, and he's gonna win, and they're going to help him get in touch with Batman on Earth when he's done. As payment.

He wants to tell Earth Batman that Ghost Batman loves him and never blamed him etc etc. Things Jason didn't exactly tell Danny to tell Bruce, but that he's mentioned to the team as wishing he could reach out and tell Batman before. (Why doesn't Jason go to Earth? Maybe he doesn't know which one, maybe the idea of being on the same planet as Joker sends him into a destructive rage, maybe he thinks telling Bruce he's still out there would do more harm than good... idk)

4 adult heroes watch in awe as Danny does a magic girl transformation into Inverted Danny and starts pulling more and more powers out of absolutely nowhere. Danny obliterates his competition and everyone is scared to hell of him. He gives an unwanted speech about what an honour it was to represent his solar system (he's thinking of his new bestie Martian Manhunter's culture's safety too).

It's only on the way home in the spaceship owned by the tournament mangers that it occurs to any of the Normal Justice League members to ask how this kid they've never even heard of is a member of their team and what he wants to discuss with Batman.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny fenton #danny phantom #mine #notfic #dead on main #jason todd #batman #bruce wayne #superman #clark kent #martian manhunter #constantine #justice league

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garoujo · 1 year

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✩ ˛˚ . ITOSHI SAE + ITOSHI RIN ; — your favourite time of year is when you finally get to see your brothers again.

warnings: f!reader, stepcest, threesome, hints at dp, all characters written 22+, rin is needy + possessive + sae only eggs him on, use of nii, minor choking. note: i’m back with more big bro saerin agenda <;3

it felt nice, when the same time of year rolls around where your step brothers sae and rin are able to put some time aside to spend time with family — coming together from their teams so you can finally see them in the flesh rather than on tv for once.

this year, the gathering is held at your parents house — a place that holds so many memories of when all three of you were inseparable. but all of you seem to fall back into place easier than you’d expect, there’s an unspoken sort of tension and you don’t know it it comes from your brothers own deep rooted competition with each other or something else.

but one thing you’re certain of is how tired you feel as you let yourself finally trudge down the hall, too exhausted to even flick on the bedroom light before you’re letting your fatigued figure bounce onto the mattress. it’s nearly pitch black and you can barely be bothered to put on pyjamas, opting only to kick off your pants as you roll deeper into the press of your comforter with a sigh.

“what’re you doing?” the low, ragged tone of voice is sharp when it sounds from beside you and you almost fall back off of the bed completely with the way it makes you jump. normally you’d question why your brother rin has currently opted to stay in your old bed instead of his own, but you’re too preoccupied with the way his arms seemed to have wrapped around your waist to stop your fall — pulling you against his chest as he tsks. “what the hell, you’re gonna fall.”

his breathing feels cool as it fans along your warm skin, too warm when your legs seem to instinctively hook around his own as you draw closer. he’s filled out since you last seen him, he’s grown in muscle and in height — more handsome than he used to be too as his dark hair falls over his sharp gaze, but your brother is just as pretty as he’s always been.

“rin-nii! you scared me!” your voice drawls, a whiney little sound that makes him grumble despite the way his arms curl around you to pull you closer. he’d always been protective of you, more openly so that sae was — maybe it was a younger brother thing but he was always eager to have you against him, like an animal guarding its prey.

“pay more attention then.” rin grunts, blunt and as straight laced as ever but his words are accompanied with his hands smoothing under the hem of your shirt, making you shudder when you feel his palms press against your bare skin and you swear you hear him swallow loudly at the contact.

“what’s wrong with your room anyway?” your quieter now, whispering in the space where you both take a laboured breath and you feel closer now, being able to feel the knock of his nose against yours as your head rests opposite his. his fingers squeeze and he leans in closer until his bare chest is pressed against yours, lips grazing your own before the contact leaves as the bedroom door opens once more.

“huh? we used to do this all the time, remember?” your older brother sae drawls from the doorway before it closes behind him, swallowing the small peak of light in the hallway as the lock clicks into place. it was true, you were used to sleepovers with your brothers when you were younger, being pressed between the two of them felt more like home than your empty apartment now ever has.

but it feels different now because you can feel rin’s fingers twitch tighter into your skin with every careful step closer your older brother takes, pulling you flush against his chest as he hugs you into him — protective, staking a claim.

“sae-nii?” you hum as look back over your shoulder, feeling the mattress dip under his weight as he pushes himself in beside you — he’s so close immediately, sandwiching you against his brothers chest but still so quick to pull your ass back until it’s flush against his hips. it’s like a challenge, taking back his half of you that rin was so greedy to keep and it only seems to spur on your younger brother as he grits his teeth.

“if you’re going to interrupt, get out.” it’s sharp despite the way his voice is still quiet enough for the rest of the house not to hear. rin’s hands squeeze at your hips and you find yourself pushing closer in the hopes it’ll make him relax — letting your hands smooth down the trained muscle of his abdomen until he’s melting into you.

it had always been like this, sae had always protected you like a big brother would — babying and spoiling you which only urged your younger brother to catch up, to prove he was better — he could make you feel even better. it was a petty competition that sae had never really accepted, one you were caught in between but you couldn’t lie that you liked the attention.

“how lukewarm, have you even been paying attention to what she likes?” although he’d never accepted the challenge, he still encouraged it as he let his hands graze their way around your hips — pushing past his brothers in favour of being able to swipe along the waist band of your panties before pushing underneath.

it was true, sae knew exactly what you liked — from your favourite snacks to the press of your pussy, softly swiping his fingers along your folds as he explores the shy layer of slick already gathered between them, exhaling when the movement only seems to pull you deeper into him and away from rin. “you’re already this wet from being between your brothers, sweetheart? seems nothings changed.”

“shutup. i’ll kill you.” it’s greedy, the way your younger brother is pulling you back— desperate for the attention hes lost as he watches your head drop back against sae’s shoulder, panting as a breathless mantra of his name drips from your lips. it should be fucking his.

so it’s quick the way rin’s kicking off his sweats and pulling at your hips, hooking a thigh around his own so he can feel the sinful press of your cunt against him instead. “rin-nii! you’re being rough.” he knows he is but you feel like fucking silk against him as he grinds himself into you, he can still feel the touch of sae’s fingers against your cunt — toying and rubbing at the sensitive bud but he’ll reclaim what’s his.

the first silky grind of his cock splits through your folds before it’s catching on your clit, making you both gasp and moan at the wet tacky sound that follows before sae is opting to preoccupy himself with your breasts instead as he toys with the sensitive nipples over the fabric of your shirt.

you feel rin’s palm press hard against your throat when your legs curl around his waist, pulling him close as he pushes you so deep against his brother that your back arches with want. “i’ll make you scream my fucking name.” it’s filthy, the carnal drop in his tone before he’s kissing you — licking into your mouth messily as he pushes his name between your lips.

but the sweet sounds that fall from you only seem to make sae harder as he grinds you into his brother’s touch, mouthing at the sensitive spots in his throat before he’s rolling the skin between his teeth — accompanying the sensitive press with a pinch of your nipples between his fingers.

“need you, please.” they both take those words for themselves as you roll yourself between your brothers bodies but the way your nodding, so desperate for more is instinctive. it’s driven by the way your desperately rubbing your slick along rin’s throbbing cock but still managing to grind back into sae — greedily trying to force them closer through each growled ramble from their lips before the youngest finally parts your folds and sinks into your twitching cunt.

“you’ve always had a disgusting habit of not sharing.” sae grits from where his lips press against the shell of your ear, words opted for his younger brother with how he’s hogging all of his little sisters attention. but you’re barely prepped and so fucking tight rin thinks he might pass out now that’s finally wrapped in you, his large palms dragging your hips down onto his cock as your body shakes — lips parting to moan and drool against yours as your fingers twist in his dark hair.

you already feel dizzy but it’s only emphasised by the sudden press of your big brothers cock against the swell of your ass before he’s spreading you wider, letting the tip tease the puckered hole as he grinds up against you from behind. he couldn’t let you both have all the fun after all, it’s been months since he’s felt the tight squeeze of your walls around him and it’s his job to take care of his younger siblings anyway, right?

“have you missed us this much? do we need to remind you how good it feels to cum around your brothers cocks?”

#݁ . ࿓ : sealed#cw stepcest #blue lock x you #blue lock smut #blue lock x reader #bllk x you #bllk smut #bllk x reader #sae smut #sae x reader #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae smut #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #itoshi rin smut #rin smut #rin x you #sae x you #itoshi sae x you

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incorrectbatfam · 5 months

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You're the only person I've seen mention Duke and Izzy so can we get some hcs for them?

They have an ongoing skeeball feud at the arcade. She usually obliterates him, but will occasionally let him win

Duke was nervous about bringing her to the Manor because he was afraid it'd change things between them, but that went away the instant she met the pets

She has a particularly soft spot for Titus and will sometimes come over even when Duke isn't there

Day patrols keep Duke too busy to join most after-school clubs, but he always makes it to Izzy's tournaments and competitions

He introduced her to Pokémon trading card games and took her to buy her own pack. She immediately pulled a rare one

They fell asleep on the couch during an all-night Tarantino marathon

Since Izzy is fluent in Latin, she helps Duke come up with character and place names for his DnD campaigns

He really likes holding her hand and gets a little sad when he has to let go

They're both the middle kids in their houses, so they can get away with a LOT

We are Robin is proof

But also they use it for mundane things

Like he'll throw paper airplanes at her window to get her to sneak out with him

Sometimes they have corny pickup lines, courtesy of Dick

Or last-minute couplets Duke comes up with

And then they'll run off and do something completely innocuous like get ice cream or watch the local soccer team practice at the park

But going behind their guardians' backs gives them—especially Izzy—the low-stakes thrills they missed from when they were younger

She taught him how to dance. Tim snapped a picture when they thought they were alone

Their friends constantly tease them and have a running joke to see who can come up with the worst ship name. Dax is currently winning with "Thiz"

Duke can keep himself warm with his powers, but he still wears a jacket so he can give it to her in the cheesiest way possible

Of all the bat-partners, Izzy has the most casual introduction to the rest of the batfam. She just appeared one day and everyone was like "cool"

#duke thomas #signal #izzy ortiz #we are robin #batman #batfamily #batfam #batboys #batbros #batkids #batsiblings #duke x izzy #batman family #dc comics #headcanon #long post

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ravixen · 11 months

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svt + not choosing their team

➔ reaction || not requested || staff!au || leader line

➔ warnings: none || 574 words ➔ words: fluff, gose staff!y/n ; happy monday! i'm sure people noticed that i post at a different time than usual :) still monday, but at midnight est instead of the afternoon. i find that it just works better for my queue. this post is inspired by the wonwoo gose dinner, when all the staff chose different colored ties! i like doing platonic!staff interactions, too, but this is self indulgent. in fact, since i can't write a whole thing right now, this is 100% for my personal satisfaction. if you liked it, please reblog!

SEUNGCHEOL: the poutiest, and i don't say that lightly. he watches as the staff members drift into separate groups, and when he sees that you're clearly not in his, he crosses his arms and gets that determined look you know too well. it's the one with the fired up eyes and the set jaw and the rolled back shoulders and the shoulder-width stance. it doesn't bode well for the other teams—something that jeonghan notices, too, because he taps your boyfriend's lower back as a warning. seungcheol is the competitive type, even when the stakes are low. (his iconic line from seventeen vs going seventeen still rings true.) once we add in the fact that you're rooting for another team? he's going to try his best to make you regret it. he doesn't mean to be a sore loser, but it can definitely come off that way if he's not careful on camera. once he actually talks to you later, though, all of the bravado is gone. what's left is a sulky baby who leans his head on your shoulder, blinks his pretty eyes, and asks why you didn't believe in him.

SOONYOUNG: ok, maybe he's the poutiest. as soon as the staff members start moving, his bottom lip juts out and the complaints start, which is rare for him. his voice is petulant as he says the groups are uneven, there's a clear divide in staff preferences, people are going to regret not choosing him, etc. just reaching for anything he can complain about, but he's mostly drowned out by the overlapping audio as the louder members yell out advertisements for their teams. he's being so obvious about his dissatisfaction, it's cute. it doesn't escape you (or anyone else paying attention, for that matter) that as he circles the groups, he keeps hovering around yours—back to the camera, hands on his hips, pout pointed straight at you. he won't push too hard because you've cast your lot with someone else, and the games are starting soon anyway, but he comes to terms with it fast. i mean, yeah, he'll be super proud of himself if he won with you on his team, but imagine if you took a chance on him and he lost horribly? twice the reward, twice the punishment.

JIHOON: honestly, he wouldn't choose his team either. it's not that he has terribly bad luck; he just has a strange team. team comp diff, he'd say, ignoring the fact that he's lost the pirate barrel game in one shot before. still, when his eyes scan for you in the crowd and spot you in someone else's corner, he can't help feeling a little disappointed...like he's already let you down somehow? he gives a tiny nod of indifference, more to convince himself than anything else, but it's clearly a front while he internally debates: should he try his best to win for his team or should he try to get your team to win? he saw the way you lit up when the prizes were announced, and regardless of the circumstances, he always has a soft spot for getting you what you want. the members like teasing him about it, but he cares about your happiness and that's something he stays unabashed about. as if knowing what he was thinking, seungkwan gives a warning glare and mouths, don't throw the game. alright, maybe having good content ranks higher today.

#caratwritersclub #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #seungcheol scenarios #s.coups scenarios #soonyoung scenarios #hoshi scenarios #jihoon scenarios #woozi scenarios #g: svt #m: seungcheol #m: soonyoung #m: jihoon #t: reaction #s: notrequested #ravixen

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bel1ewrites · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering how you would feel about a smut request about Jealous Sam using a remote controlled vibrator, like where it’s the reader’s birthday and Sam had a little “challenge” for her where the reader had to wear the vibrator and she’s really competitive so she accepted, sorry if this didn’t make any sense, and if it’s too vague I completely understand, thanks!

a/n: tysm for this request, it got me out of my little slump. Sorry about the delay of this post, I know I promised to get it out earlier but I ended up having to meet up with a friend.

Birthday Challenge (Samantha Carpenter x Reader)

Description: It's impossible to say no to her.

WC: 2k

Warnings: smut, voyeurism, top!Sam, bottom!Reader, alcohol, Sam's lowkey an asshole in this

SAMANTHA had a tendency to get competitive. You’d figured this out fairly early in your relationship after a mini golf date that ended in her apologizing profusely for throwing your ball into the water after you’d won, swearing she didn’t know what had come over her. She took any opportunity to turn anything into a competition, no matter the stakes.

With this in mind, you knew it shouldn’t have come as a shock when she proposed a challenge of sorts on the night of your twentieth birthday.

“Oh come on,” your competitor huffs, holding the special little gift out to you like a prayer. “Don’t be a wimp.” Her tone has an edge to it, a teasing little lilt that tugs at your resolve.

“I am not wearing that to dinner!” you persist, glaring at the purple lace and small black device in front of you. The vibrator is bullet shaped and no more than three inches long, smooth silicone coating the outside and creating a matte look. She’s standing like a guard in front of the bathroom door, preventing you from entering your bedroom to get ready for the night.

The two of you have reservations at six and you can’t afford to be late, having scheduled them three months in advance. Deep down, you know what the outcome will be: either you’ll have to agree to play her little game or you’ll be forced to miss the dinner she’d promised to pay for.

She dangles the material in the air, pinched between her thumb and forefinger, her eyes full of humor and a shit eating grin plastered across her face. You can feel the clock ticking, each second taking little bits of your willpower and destroying it bit by bit. With a loud groan and a stomp of your foot, you rip the gifts out of her hands and push past her, storming into your room and dropping your towel.

She watches you with the eyes of a hawk, making sure you put the vibrator in its proper place and getting momentarily distracted by your naked and dripping figure. Exasperated, you step into the material and slide it up your legs, feeling the slight bump of the object nestled against your clit.

“Happy?” You sass as you grab your bra from the bed and clip it on.

Sam’s pupils are dilated when you look up at her, shoulder leaning against the doorframe and eyes trailing up and down your body. “Very.” She wets her lips.

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By the time you both make it to the restaurant and are seated in front of a perfect view, you’ve forgotten about the whole incident. There’s too much going on for you to think about it, the clinking of forks and the sunset falling over the horizon. Sam pulls your chair out for you as you sit, grabs your shoulders from behind and bends down to kiss the top of your head like a perfect gentleman.

She’s wearing a new suit you haven’t seen before, dark red and expensive looking. Almost black waves fall down her back and over her shoulders in effortless union to frame her face perfectly.

Your dress matches the color of her suit, material ending at mid thigh. She’d insisted on buying it for you a while ago; as soon as she saw you step out of the dressing room she was reaching into her back pocket and pulling out her wallet. It has a low neckline that exposes a healthy amount of cleavage, the thin straps keeping it from baring your chest to the world. It’s backless and somehow both form fitting and loose at the same time, expensive silk rubbing pleasantly against your skin.

“This place is nice,” you smile, placing your elbows on the table and propping your head up on your hands.

“It is.” Sam agrees, eyes falling to your lips and then lower.

You’re about to tease her for looking so enraptured by your tits, but before you can the waitress appears out of thin air, pen and notepad in hand. She smiles warmly at you, then at Sam. “What can I get you both to drink?”

You expect Sam to answer first, but she doesn't, which results in a little gap of awkward silence until you decide to break it. “I’ll take a Manhattan and a water.”

She writes your request down. “And for you-”

“Whiskey,” Sam cuts in. “Neat.” Her jaw is tight, muscles shifting as she messes with the rings on her right hand. You have no idea why she’s glaring at the nice waitress and you feel a ping of sympathy for the woman who quickly walks away with her head down.

“What was that about?” you question wearily.

Sam scoffs. “She wants to fuck you.”

Eyebrows lifting in disbelief, you choke on your breath as she moves her hands under the table and stares at you. One of her eyebrows is raised as if she doesn’t trust that you’re unaware of the obvious one sided eye-fucking that went on between you and the waitress.

Once again, said woman materializes out of thin air with your drinks and places them on napkins before you. She tucks the tray under her arm and unexpectedly rests her empty hand on your bare shoulder, making you jump slightly. Alarms go off in the back of your mind when you see Sam lean back in her chair with a smirk on her face, eyes dark and on yours.

“Would you like any appetizers, sweetheart?” The waitress asks, squeezing your shoulder lightly. Oh.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Sam mocks, voice low. “Do you want any appetizers?”

“Um… I-” you’re cut off by an unexpected vibration. It only lasts for a few seconds, but it has you jolting in surprise. A little gasp escapes your throat.

“Are you okay?” the stranger with her hand on your shoulder questions with worry.

“She’s fine. We’ll have the baked brie with all the shit on it,” Sam answers for you, dismissing the waitress with her tone of voice and taking a pull of her whiskey.

The second her hand leaves your shoulder you shakily reach for your drink and chug it, the pleasant warmth taming your racing heart. Your face is almost as red as your dress when you place the empty glass back on the table and throw mental daggers at your cool and collected girlfriend. All she does in return is grin as the vibrations come back.

“Cut it out,” you grit, hands gripping the sides of the table, legs crossing tightly. She’s got the bullet on a low setting, but it’s pressing into you perfectly and your eyes fight the urge to close.

It gets stronger when Sam turns it up and tells you to look at her. “I think I’ll tell her about our little secret the next time she comes back,” she husks, sitting up and leaning forward to put one hand over your tight knuckles and keeping the other out of sight. “Let her know who you belong to, y’know? Or I could just make you cum in front of her.”

You fold your forearms over each other on the table and drop your forehead to them. Doing this in the middle of a restaurant feels dirty, it feels wrong. Nevertheless, you still find yourself humming quietly as your clit throbs, waves hitting you and making the muscles in your lower belly clench, a heat settling there and a buzz starting to fall over your mind. You aren’t sure if it’s from the alcohol or the pleasure.

“Dirty girl,” Sam chides, clicking her tongue and turning off the vibrator after over a full minute of stimulation. Shame floods through you when you realize that you didn’t want it to stop and that you feel all empty and achy without it. Sluggishly, you lift your head up and put your hands in your lap as Sam flags down a waiter and orders you another Manhattan.

“I’m starved,” the devil across from you groans. “Are you hungry, baby? God, where is that damn brie? Why don’t you read over the menu.”

As if she’d summoned her, the waitress pops back up seconds later with the brie and Manhattan in hand. Apparently she learned her lesson the last time, because she barely says anything as she takes your orders, rushing away as soon as possible. Sam seems pleased by this.

“Hey, question,” she begins, munching lightly on the appetizer. “Do you think you can cum quietly before she gets back?”

Scraping forks and clinking spoons and light chatter fill the space around you as you shake your head violently. “Samantha, no. Please let's just-” the vibrations begin again and your jaw drops slightly. “Just fuck me when we get home,” you whisper urgently, tone slowly turning to a whine. Wriggling against the chair and pleading with your eyes, you watch as she simply sits back and observes.

“I don’t know about you, but I think we should do this more often,” she says conversationally, finishing her whiskey and upping the strength of the vibrations. “Wow! This thing has patterns too?”

Suddenly, the bullet begins pulsing in time with your clit. Each wave hits you in the perfect spot. It’s quick and precise and you’re dripping and panting and no one knows. You can’t help the uncontrollable moan that comes out of you, all quiet and needy and music to Sam’s ears. No one but her can see the flush of your cheeks and the way you shift forward slowly. No one but her knows she’s the one making you bite your lip and breathe heavy through your nose.

Hot. It’s too hot in here, you’re sweating and shaking uncontrollably. To anyone else it must seem like you’re having a stomachache; only you and your conniving girlfriend are aware of the pleasure coursing through you and its filthy, in all honesty. It’s filthy.

Sam runs a hand through her hair and watches you and ultimately decides she’s discovered a new kink when she catches herself wishing the waitress would come back and see you all desperate for her and only her. She can see that you’re on the edge, reading you like an open book and knowing you need a push.

“I wish you could see yourself right now,” she groans when you roll your hips slightly. “I don’t even know how to describe it. You’re all desperate and you’re biting your lip so hard I think it might bleed and I want nothing more than to just fuck you on this table in front of everyone.”

Her rambling is flooding through you, each word like a lightning strike in your stomach that makes you feel all warm and tight. You can tell she’s having a hard time not throwing caution to the wind and just bending you over the table by the tremor in her voice; it makes you put your head down and whine.

Body taut with anticipation, you focus on the overwhelming feeling spiraling within your lower abdomen. “Sam,” you whine out before the pulsing vibrations running through you finally break the tight coil and you cum with the taste of her name fresh in your mouth.

Sam watches you go tense and shudder through your orgasm, quickly turning the strength of the vibrations down to the lowest level and allowing you to ride it out. She bumps her leg against yours under the table to anchor you while waiting patiently for you to get through the aftershocks.

Slowly, you pick your head up from the table and uncross your legs uncomfortably, startling when the silicone shifts against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Sam’s looking at you with unadulterated adoration all over her face, she’s reaching her hand out over the table in a silent request for you to hold it and you do.

Footsteps sound behind you, the waitress showing up just in time to witness the dark flush on your cheeks and your chest and your shoulders and the still slightly glazed over look in your eyes. Sam is beaming at her. She’s sitting there all smiley and nothing close to how she was earlier. It makes you roll your eyes.

“Thanks!” She calls after the woman who says nothing and keeps her gaze on the floor the whole time she’s placing the food on your table, scurrying away ASAP like a scared child.

#sam carpenter #samantha carpenter x reader #scream #screamxi #smut #melissa barrera #wlw #gxg #lesbian #melissa barrera x reader

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silverskye13 · 16 days

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That ficlet of “How long can Helsknight and Wels go without wanting to maul each other to death” gives me the idea of like. Yknow that trope where two characters you assume have never met each other turn out in fact to be buddies who like play pool together or something. That’s Helsknight and XB. Wels gets shunted to Hels and finds XB just chillin in a bar with Hels and goes “WHAT THE FUCK BRO”

"Hels Kitchen, huh?" xB asked, looking up at the sign and raising a spined eyebrow. "This new?"

Helsknight shrugged, leading the way inside. "New enough."

xB sauntered behind him, taking in his surroundings with an easygoing smile. Hels was a little hot for his tastes, but he knew from experience he would get used to the heat after a few minutes. He watched Helsknight toss the bartender (who seemed to be just a very large, contained ghast) a handful of diamonds to cover their tab, and the two made their way to the pool table in the back of the little bar. xB swiped up a couple beers, snapped the cap off one with his teeth (those sharp guardian teeth were good for something after all) and set it down on the side of the table while Helsknight prepped the game.

"It's been a hot minute," xB observed, carefully checking over pool cues for one that wasn't bent. "Been busy busting heads in the Colosseum?"

Helsknight shrugged. "Nah. Mostly just caught up with life stuff. You know how it is."

xB, who had forgotten their meet up last month because he was busy digging a hole to bedrock, knew exactly how it was. "So you haven't been practicing pool while I've been gone?"

"I'll still beat you," Helsknight grinned challengingly. "Guests break."

xB snapped the cap off the second beer, took a drink, made a face that Helsknight laughed at, and then got to work aiming his shot. It was a good break, though the eight ball danced by one of the side pockets, a little too close for comfort. He got one of the striped balls in, and claimed the stripes for the rest of the game. He took his second shot, missed, and stepped aside for Helsknight.

Pool was such a weird game for them to settle on as their friendly competition. Helsknight was a pro at PvP, all things swords and axes and shields. But xB wasn't, and even if it was, swords was Helsknight's job, more or less, and xB could appreciate wanting to do something that wasn't your job, no matter how much you enjoyed it. It was for the same reason he was grateful Helsknight hadn't suggested they go build train cars when they hung out, or terraform movie scenes. He enjoyed it, but this was his off time. The first couple times they met up, they tried playing TCG, but Helsknight was a little too competitive, and xB got tired of debating rules minutiae (and being forced to stomp home and ask Beef a thousand questions). Then they played just normal cards, which lead to the discovery they both appreciated good beer, which lead to barhopping, because hels had bars. Hermitcraft didn't. And eventually, barhopping lead to playing pool, and pool was just the kind of low-stakes game they could both enjoy. Plus both Helsknight and xB were just prickly enough that most folks looking for a fight passed them over, and any who didn't, xB and Helsknight could solidly knock around. xB wasn't a PvPer, but he was big and thorny, and his sharp teeth were good for more than just popping bottle caps.

"You're up," Helsknight told him, leaning against the wall and chalking his pool cue.

"Does that really help?" xB asked, lining up his next shot. He cracked the cue ball into a bunch, breaking them apart. None of them sunk.

"No idea," Helsknight shrugged, putting the chalk back on the side of the pool table. "If it does, it's not in any way I can see."

"So why put it on?"

"That's all this game is good for. Knocking things around and getting chalk on your hands."

"It's also good for avoiding things," xB smirked. "Left the cue by the eight ball for you."

"Rude."

"Just keeping your life interesting."

Helsknight danced around the table, trying to find a good angle and making increasingly frustrated faces. xB smirked and took another sip of his beer, and then grimaced, because he forgot how bad it was. He needed to make sure he remembered this brand so they never got it again. Helsknight had just about lined up his shot when the lights in the already dimly lit bar space flickered ominously. xB raised a questioning eyebrow in the knight's direction.

"What was--"

"XB!" Welsknight came stumbling out of nowhere, all tin-can-armor-clatter. Stumbled into the pool table, shaking the eight ball into the side pocket.

"Hah! I win," xB grinned.

"You did not," Helsknight snapped, slamming his cue in the pool table. "That wasn't fair and you know it!"

"He's your other half dude. It counts."

Helsknight's eyes narrowed, and xB held up placating hands. (He forgot how much Hels and Wels hated each other sometimes. Really it was like watching brothers argue.)

"What in hels is going on?!" Welsknight demanded, re-injecting himself into the conversation. "xB, Hypno said you--"

"See, I told him not to tell you where I was," xB huffed, crossing his arms. "That was just rude of him."

"What are you even doing here?!"

"Playing pool," xB smiled, at about the same time Helsknight spat, "None of your damn business!"

The two knights glared at each other.

xB quietly wondered if he should interrupt their spat or egg them on.

The large ghast behind the bar counter hissed, grabbing all of their attention. It wafted a tentacle over to tap a sign, that said: Anyone caught fighting must buy a round for the bar, or be thrown out. xB looked back at Helsknight, watching him count first the other patrons in the bar, then the diamonds still left in his coin purse, do some mental math, and decide rather magnanimously that decking Welsknight wasn't worth it.

xB offered Welsknight a pool cue, "Care to join us?"

Welsknight eyed the pool cue like it was a snake, before begrudgingly taking it. xB went to get a new stick for himself while Helsknight begrudgingly reset the game.

It really was a good game when you wanted to avoid things.

#wooshofficial #helsknight #xbcrafted #welsknight #ahhh the rich inner lives of the hermits and helsmets #what a fun idea!! thank you woosh :D

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bonefall · 3 months

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Buzzardclaw's a whore you say ... My interest is peaked I love these types of gossips (In fiction)

Buzzardclaw is yet another Kit Save! WindClan is RIDICULOUSLY tiny, I had to SCRAPE this one up. Buzzardkit is mentioned in only a single page in Po3 Book 1: The Sight, where he is soothed by an unnamed queen who reveals his name. I decided that his mothers are Snapstorm and Stoneclaw, and the unnamed queen who soothed him was Snapstorm.

(THOUGH I am considering taking the unnamed queen and making her into a full character, tbh. I'm not kidding, this Clan is unacceptably small and it is ALL hands on deck. Maybe make her into a permaqueen type.)

WindClan NEEDED more sillies, because the majority of the cats in it are pretty harsh and serious, so I decided that this one was going to be sort of a hopeless romantic gossip girl type. He's really close with his Mi, Snapstorm, who's an Aftergathering regular at the Lake and likes trading. Because of her, Buzzardkit was getting acquainted with other cats from a young age and just kinda learned to play up how cute he is.

He grew up into a pretty kitty, too. Both of his parents are handsome mollies, and he managed to somehow get FOUR colors from between them. White, brown, black, and gold. It makes up for the fact he has very few scars, because he's a wuss.

He uses his charm and appearance to get people to do what he wants, but he has absolutely no ambition to follow up with this. What he wants is a nice blanket made of mole hide, or a good bit of gossip, or competitive scratchstone tips. Probably becomes a popular Honor Sire in his later years.

Just a fun, low-stakes dude in the background.

#better bones au #BB!Buzzardclaw #BB!Buzzardkit #Snapstorm is the BB repurposing of Snapper #A villain I'm fond of for absolutely no reason. He is SO funny #He's in one of Raven's things and he's like ''today i will teach the babies how to Murder''#OBJECTIVELY hilarious character #Him and Snipe idk why I just love them and their designs.#I wish I could have slotted Snipe in somewhere too #I adore the ridiculously evil murder-loving BloodClan cats out of spite lmao #maybe I can like... further play polymerization to combine Snap and Willie and drag the four kits born in the Raven thing into Wind.#Sniffkit.......#It would be SUPER funny if Sniff and Buzz were the first litter #My sons. Handsome Harlan and Snot

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moonshynecybin · 3 months

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post rosquez reunion who is marc teaming up with (you can't pick alex too obvious of an answer) for the annual valentino rossi "come see how much better than you i still am post retirement" 100km race

this is so funny i LOVE this. if marc's not allowed alex then valentino isnt allowed luca, and if they team up together the rest would start a bitchfit (bezz and pecco REVOLT).... so its a point of MUCH contention amongst them and others bc theyre all so committed to winning arbitrary stuff and love the thrill of low-stakes competition.... they all want the sausage wreaths.... so the mad scramble for partners dominates the ranch gc for a bit and its all very silly and dramatic ! i feel like marc would try to poach luca here like a lil snake (WE ARE BONDED BY HONDA) and luca would cooly be like. if im not teaming up with my brother im with cele (my data analyst queen knows cele is canonically very good at these little competitions), and bezz gloms onto pecco IMMEDIATELY like he refuses to get stuck with marc and that is his emotional support lil guy friend. and vale goes with franky. the thing is. marc's a little tactical genius and keeps his options open. studies the tape. doesnt wait to send the text. gets to cele first. so cele's like uhhhh sure ill be your teammate :) without consulting anybody else (drops into the gc like a BOMB) leaving LUCA with ALEX. and they win.

#money is exchanged. sabatoge is expected.#alex and luca think it is. so funny. spraying that champagne like assholes.#bezz staring at cele and marc like. why are they friends. why. why. how. what. why. why.#marc tries to get some pics with cele for instagram somehow they are ALL blurry.#callie speaks #motogp #asks

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latelyanobsession · 1 year

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A with Billy💕

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I think Billy's extremely capable of being affectionate when all the other things that cause obstacles are soundly taken care of and he feels secure and has a sound base to be on with his SO/partner.

In terms of how he shows it? I think you'd see a lot of range to Billy. You'd be likely to see times when Billy can be very considerate and thoughtful. Maybe bringing you small gifts, or doing something like getting that book at the library for you that you've been waiting to come available for nearly two months. Knowing your preferences and keeping a pack of your gum and/or cigs in his glove box.

He's definitely a guy who probably focuses more on the little things. Letting small actions add up over time rather than grand gestures. Will always take your hand when he gets the chance. Touches your cheek at least once when you're talking, and he can't stop himself from staring into those eyes of yours. Brushes your arm as he passes you in the hallway when he's off to a different class. He's by no means clingy but always likes to remind you that he's there. Is a big fan of wrapping himself around you or you to him, and nuzzling your neck when you two are alone.

I think it's definite that the more established you are with Billy the more likely you would be to see a playful side with him too. He's a pretty competitive person to begin with. Someone that likes to push buttons and test boundaries. But this is different. With this he's inviting you to play games with him. Playful smiles, knowing grins, and sudden sharp slaps to your ass. You've probably chased each other down the empty school hallways after school a few times. Depending on who's doing the chasing determines the stakes. But someone could end up pinned to a locker or wrapped in the other's arms, being growled and nipped at.

He picks up quickly on things, he's no idiot. So if you've had a bad day, and you play it off with "I'm fine" or "I'm just tired" he's not gonna believe you for a second. He won't be up in your grill about it but he'll be comfortably nearby. And if you do crash and burn before school's even out? He'll help smuggle you out. Get you both to your favorite place so you can chill and calm down. He'll sit next to you until you're ready, and drag you into his lap. Petting your hair with his chin on your shoulder. Not saying anything. Just sitting there.

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

After sex, I truly think Billy shifts. He goes through an entire ritual really... psyching himself out, hyping himself up to first flirt and obtain a partner, then the act of sex, all to then reach this endpoint. It's like warming up for a 400m dash only to crash right at the finish line.

In terms of aftercare and how Billy acts toward his partners. I believe especially towards all his non-established, one-nighter type partners that there has never been a concept of aftercare. Billy most likely allows partners to stay long enough to catch their breath, clean up, and maybe have a cigarette. But that's it.

This is what I mean by Billy shifting. He's slipping into his post-phase. So now he's shutting down. He's numbing up. He's acting like he doesn't care, even though he might. At the very least he might care that his partner for the night leaves/gets home safe. But he's in such a headspace he may not even be able to say that. He just feels empty. It's only during the sex that he feels wired. That he feels high. And now he's crashing. He's hitting that low. He can't really ever figure out why this happens but he continues this cycle. Because he knows pretty much everything else in his life fades to the background when he can reach that peak, if only for just a time.

Aftercare both on the part of Billy's partner and on his own behalf is something that he has had to learn very slowly and over time. Billy most likely saw no value in aftercare until experiencing it himself. And the more accustomed to it the more Billy begins to realize his need for it and its value with partners.

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I head canon Kaiba liking cheap supermarket vanilla ice cream because it’s the kind of ice cream his father used to bring home after work on Friday nights.

We had a discussion in the Dark Pride of Dimensions discord (an 18+ prideshipping server) about ice cream canons – those low stakes head canons that you absolutely swear by.

For me, other ice cream head canons include:

Kaiba refers to Mokuba as my vice president as a term of endearment.

Mokuba designed the construction hat BEWD icon. Kaiba thinks it isn’t majestic enough for a BEWD but is proud of Mokuba for out-maneuvering him to have it declared one of the official mascots. Kaiba is secretly thrilled when it becomes one of their best-selling plushies.

Neither Kaiba brother has any idea what a bedtime is. Mokuba just falls asleep wherever and Kaiba picks him up and carries him to bed.

Kaiba hates Swords of Revealing Lights because it makes him feel trapped and helpless. He hates Kuriboh because every time he sees that shaggy hair it reminds him of Mokuba and he feels an impulse to protect it, then he feels manipulated which makes him want to blast it because something that weak deserves to be blasted (and yes, this is contradictory).

Kaiba loves baseball – it’s the most individualistic team sport in existence with a working definition of perfection. Subsidiary baseball head canons: Kaiba bought his hometown team, the Domino Dragons, just so he could replace their too-cuddly mascot with a more ferociously appropriate dragon.

In some duel monsters alternative universe Kaiser Seahorse and Lord of Dragons are besties and competitive drinking buddies.

On an angsty note (because where would a list of ice cream canons be without some angst?) Kaiba sees Saggi the Dark Clown as a twisted reflection of himself as the weak, helpless creature he was under Gozaburo and he uses Saggi to carry his Crush Card as an unconscious metaphor for his designing weapons for Gozaburo's Kaiba Corporation.

#prideshipping #kaiba brothers #seto kaiba

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aziraphales-library · 2 months

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hello! i just recently read the rainbow road series and its absolutely amazing would definitely recommend it to anyone :) it's about crowley (AJ) and aziraphale (ezira) both being f1 drivers and it's been so fun to read so i'm wondering if you know other fics with these two involved in some sports as athletes or something??

thank you!!

Hi. We have a #sports tag. Here are more to add...

Holy Warrior by AlwaysDoe (M)

When a rookie introduces himself with a bang at AJ’s Boxing Gym, owner Crowley is reluctant to invest in him as the potential champion they so badly need. As it turns out, stepping into the ring isn’t nearly as terrifying as trying to fight your own feelings.

Big Wave by snae_b (E)

Aziraphale has been champing at the bit to ride the big waves off the coast of Nazaré. It’s a shame that when the opportunity finally arises, it means teaming up with his nemesis. And that in this tiny seaside town, there are only so many available hotel rooms...

To be Your Prince by Phoenix_Soar (T)

It was their shared dream to stand together on the Olympic podium, as figure skaters, rivals, best friends. But a twist of fate has Aziraphale and Crowley pursuing different paths, the former as a Singles skater and the other an Ice Dancer. It wouldn’t be so terrible, Aziraphale thinks, if he didn’t have to watch Crowley skate with someone else day after day. Someone that isn’t him, and to know he’ll never get to be with Crowley like that, in front of the whole world. (Figure skating AU)

Upon This Rock by Eowyn1846 (M)

Crowley and Aziraphale meet as teenagers participating in a youth curling league. Years after losing touch when Crowley's family moves away, the two former friends are reunited at a major tournament...as competitors on two very cut-throat teams, whose captains seem willing to win at any cost, even to the detriment of the sport.

Angels on High by Santillatron (M)

Aziraphale takes up a new sport. It's all going rather well until he inadvertently takes the top spot on the leader board and ends up accidentally starting a feud with the previous holder of the title. The man is arrogant, rude, and seems to think Aziraphale has somehow targeted him specifically. Not the kind of man Aziraphale wants to get to know at all, really.

Strike Three: You're in Love by AnnaTheHank (E)

The company baseball league was the last place Crowley wanted to be. But after meeting one of the opposing team's catchers, Aziraphale, he's a little more commited to the idea. A happy little low-stakes AU in which Crowley and Aziraphale awkwardly flirt at the plate and have some fun off the field.

And the first fic in the series you mentioned, which we have recommended before...

Sit Tight, Take Hold by nieded (E)

The summer of 2022, Ezira Phale is a rookie Formula 1 driver out to prove he's one of the best racecar drivers in the world, but everything gets turned upside down when he falls in love with his real-life idol, AJ Crowley. Or: The one where Crowley does not go too fast for Aziraphale. _____ This story uses a multi-media format with CSS and HTML. It's best read using the workskin so please make sure that you are enabling user workskins. If you do not want to use the workskin, I will also be posting a .pdf of each chapter and a final .pdf once everything is posted! I’m not so cool as to know how to do podcasts, manips, and videos, but this will feature scripts, news articles, text messages, tumblr, and race programming! So strap in and put your seatbelt on! This is going to be one fast ride of romance, competition, and over-indulgence.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #human au #sports #adult omens #mod d

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waskatoshi · 11 months

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GOOD LUCK SAMU!

Miya Osamu x F!Reader

Hogwarts Au! [+18] BratTamer!Osamu, Bratty!Reader, Spanking, Nipple play, Fingering, Clit Slaps, Blow Job, Unprotected sex. Hints of jealous and protective Osamu.

Osamu is feeling like everything in his life is going wrong, so he asks his brother a little bottle of liquid luck, felix felicis.

Miya Osamu was well aware that his luck had been running rather low lately.

His books had disappear.

His broom had gone insane.

A bludger hitted him in the stomach.

He didn't know what he had done to deserve all of this... maybe he got out on the wrong side of the bed, or someone may have cursed him, but what he did know in fact, was that he needed to get his luck back, and quickly.

In five days, his house was going to play against the regent three year champions of the quidditch cup, Gryffindor.

Slytherin needed to win this year competition no matter what, their honor was at stake.

Osamu was day and night analyzing his strategies, weaknesses and good sides. He had come to a simple conclusion: They needed to beware of the lions most dangerous player, their seeker.

His most talented opponent was his own brother. Miya Atsumu.

Osamu was unusually nervous. He wasn't like this on a daily basis, but with his current luck, surely the bludgers would plot something against him.

While Osamu was daydreaming in the couch of the common room, a girl entered trough the Slytherin portrait. When she realized the dazed state of the boy, she approached silently from behind, covering his eyes with her hands once she was close enough.

— Guess who?- She asked in a funny voice.

— Oh, it's you.

You smiled and sited right beside him.

— Whats with the long face?- Osamu looked at you with tedious eyes. He then proceeded to tell you everything about what was happening to him.- Yeah maybe you need to find a four leaf clover or something like that.- You joked. But Osamu didn't laugh. "Thats it!" He thought to himself

— If i don't have luck, i need to make my own.- He murmured. After that, Osamu left the common room without saying anything else.

— Good luck Samu!

[...]

Osamu went straight to the library to find what he was looking for: His roommate, Oikawa Tooru.

The dark haired boy was the only person who would help him with this kind of thing, because Osamu wasn't sure of what he exactly needed, but Oikawa would surely know.

— Oikawa!- He yelled in a whisper, bewaring of the old creepy librarian.

Osamu stopped in his tracks, next to him was Toorus girlfriend: A Ravenclaw girl who was too immersed studying to play attention to him. Her head was down with her hair hiding her (probably serious) expression.

Would she snitch on him if she heard something? Would she get him in trouble? As his mind raced in thoughts, he heard a very silent snoring: It came directly from her. She was asleep. In the library.

Oikawa patted the chair beside him, inviting his friend to take a sit.

— Is something wrong?- Asked the brown haired boy. Osamu proceeded to tell him everything he was going through. At The end, he asked Oikawa if there was anything that could bring him luck, or at least, something to recover the luck he already had.- Mmmm. Maybe a little bit of Felix Felicis could help. But it's very difficult to make, so you can't ask a normal student for it, let alone a teacher...

But Osamu knowed exactly who could help him. He thanked Oikawa and went straight to Gryffindors dorm. A few minutes later, the blond twin peeked through the Fat Lady portrait, making sure his brother was there.

— I received your message, I can get the potion with one of my friends, but you would have to wait, at least two days.- Osamu nodded and said:

— Ok, i will wait.

[...]

Two days later, his brother went to the Slytherin chambers with a little wooden box. Those two days were Osamu longest days in his life.

His socks had dissapear.

He failed herbology class.

Osamu was so excited, he hurriedly went to his dormitory again to open up the box. The package was cute, it had a yellowish color and a few words written all over it. A message could be read, courtesy of Atsumu.

"you can drink it in one go or save some for the match, good luck (:"

Osamu thought to himself. The best thing to do would be to take little by little every day, so he pulled out the little vial and taked a sip. He waited a few seconds to the potion to make something, but he was disappointed when he noticed that he didn't feel any different from before.

He putted the box under his pillow and went out to the common room. There he saw how you and your best friend played magical chess, and strangely enough, Osamu sat next to you.

— Do you want to go for a walk around the school?- he whispered in your ear, taking you by surprise.

— Y-Yes! Of course. Tsukishima!- you shouted across the room.- Come play against Atsumu's new girlfriend.

— I'm not his girlfriend! - the girl said while blushing.

As you both left the common room, you began to talk fluently. You two have always gotten along, not exactly friends, but rather good classmates or even teammates, but one thing was clear: both felt some kind of tension whenever you two were left alone.

Osamu felt unusually light, changing the conversation from topic to topic and overall going with the flow. Maybe the potion had finally worked?

Without noticing, both reached a dead end.

When you turned around, ready to leave, Osamu tooked your hand, waiting for something. He didn't know exactly what he was expecting, but out of nowhere, a door popped out of the wall.

Surprised, both passed through it. It was a room you had never seen before. It looked like the Slytherin common room, but with a double bed in the middle.

You both heard whispers nearby, so you rushed into the room and closed the door behind you. Osamu began to look around, touching and watching everything. Once he was too bored to continue, he threw himself into the bed and sighed tiredly. Moments later you imitated him, smiling.

After a few comfortable seconds of silence, Osamu took your hands in his own, and timidly began to play with your fingers.

— Samu...- You whispered.

— I really like you.- Your cheeks turned bright red at the sudden confession. Your mind going blank for a few seconds.- I-i don't know why i'm saying you all this, but i just needed to say you that.- Osamus voice was waivering, almost as if he was loosing his strength.- Maybe the potion?

— Its okay, Samu. I, I really like you too.

Osamu looked at you straight in the eyes as he timidly caressed your cheeks.

— Can i?- He asked quietly. You nodded, and moments later, he began to kiss you. His lips were soft and his hands rough, a really nice contrast that went well representing Osamus personality and actions.

Both let yourselves go for what seemed like hours. Without noticing, you ended up sitting on his lap, with Osamu's hands under your skirt squeezing your ass. You were ready to take the next step, but Osamu had other plans.

— We should go back.- He said breaking away from the kiss.

—Don't wanna.- You murmured approaching his lips yet again.

—Do you think I want to do it?- Said the boy frustrated. His dick was hard against his trousers, poking your entrance through the layers of clothing.- We need to go back. We will continue this later.

[...]

Osamu had the last bit of potion left in his hands.

He had save it for the Quidditch match against his brother. So when the day came, while all the houses were eating breakfast and talking, he poured the remains of the potion into his cup of coffee.

—Samu!- Shouted his brother, calling him to come over to his table. Osamu walked to the Gryffindors section and smiled to his brother teammates, wishing them good luck and making a little bit of small talk.

When Osamu returned to his seat, he saw you. He smiled and playfully patted your head as he tooked his place besides you. He threaten to kiss you, but he waited for you to finish your cup of coffee.

Cup of coffee?

Osamu widened his eyes in pure shock.

The coffee you were drinking was his, the one that contained the remains of the potion.

— Shit! No! Did you drank it all?

— Mmm? Yes. What happened? I can serve you another cup if you want it that bad.

— No you don't understand! Do you feel weird? Do you feel different?

— Naw I'm good Samu. We should hurry up, we need to win this game. And I promise you, I'm gonna catch the snitch before your idiot brother!

Osamu wanted to die.

It wasn't your fault that you drank the coffee that contained the last drop of Felix Felicis, it was his.

His bad luck had comeback.

[...]

The match was in a constant draw.

Osamu was doing his best trying to keep you safe of the bludgers and the Gryffindors attackers, but he was still worried of the potion side effects.

Nausea? Headaches? What would happen to you?

In just a second, Osamu lost you out of his sight.

You were now floating higher and higher than everybody else. Atsumu was right below you following the snitch. When suddenly, you jumped in the air, falling onto Atsumus broom and catching the snitch in the process. The crowd gasped in surprise. All the Slytherins shouted from the stands, yelling your name and jersey number.

Atsumu landed both of you safely in the ground, asking you if you were okay, but immediately after your answer he stomped out of the pitch. Murmuring insults to himself.

Everyone was happy, everyone excepted Osamu. What crossed through your mind?! Were you insane?!

As the Slytherins cheered you, Osamu followed the team from behind. Furious.

The tradition dictated that after winning an important quidditch match, all the slytherin team needed to go to the prefects bathroom to celebrate the win. They usually went without clothes, but this time, all the boys were wearing their bathing suits, due to the female presence of this year.

Osamu was in a bad mood. He didn't want to be there. But when he thought about you being in a tub surrounded by half naked men, he decided that he needed to go.

Your teammates jumped into the hot water, celebrating with butter beer and candy, but Osamu waited until you finished changing.

While leaving the cubicle, everyone saw you happily enter the bathtub. You were wearing a little bathing suit that complemented your skin color a little too well. They were all stunned for a few seconds, but upon hearing Osamu scratch his throat, everyone began to ignore you, or at least ignore your boobs.

Osamu approached you from behind silently, holding your waist with his strong hands while whispering in your ear:

— You are going to say that you feel bad, and we will leave this party.

— But Samuuu.- you whined. He looked at you with a serious expression, waiting.

You got out from the tub, excusing yourself with a silly lie with Osamu behind your back.

And there he saw it: a big purple bruise was starting to form in your ass. He blinked a few times, processing it. What's that from falling onto Atsumus broom? Was that from another guy?

As both of you dried yourselves up, and put some clothes on, Osamu grabbed your hand and started dragging you into the same corridors the magic door appeared the last time.

— I'm going to cure your bruise with magic.- Said Osamu in a low voice. He was absolutely fuming, not only did you drink his potion, you also putted yourself in danger.- Go and wait by the bed.- Silence overtook the cozy place, the only thing that could be heard was the soft crackling of the fire place.- Look, I'm pissed about what you did in the pitch. Yes, we won the game, yes, the potion helped you, but you saw what happened at the last minute. The effects runned out and you fell really hard onto Atsumus broom.

— Yeah.

Osamu sighed, trying to relax himself.

— Now, now. Lift your skirt, I'm going to heal you.

— You just want to see me naked.- He blinked a few times. Were you always this irritating? You were testing his patience a lot today.

He crouched down besides your legs. The position was, intimate but it was the only way he could possibly make the spell correctly.

—Now.

—Okay.- you lifted your skirt, instantly smiling when Osamu chocked in his own spit.- I was going to say you that i didn't have any panties on, but i guess that's what you wanted the whole time.- Osamu closed his eyes. The sight was... seductive, but in the end, you were making fun of him. Thats how you wanted things to be? Okay, he would play along, and nicely.

He grabbed your ass with his left hand and smiled as you hissed down his touch. He putted a little bit of pressure to the bruised area and said:

—Pass me my wand, I'm gonna cure this bruise, but I'm gonna leave my hand prints here if you don't behave. M'kay?

—Okay.

— Episkey.- The boy murmured while watching the bruise on your ass disappear.

As you turned around, he saw your juices dripping down your thighs. You laughed, trying to play confident, bringing one of your hands to your entrance, and opening it up to show him your gaping hole. Osamus mind exploded. Were you always this dumb?

He standed up, his dick hardening in his pants. You gulped, suddenly feeling nervous. Closing the distance between both of you, Osamu grabbed a fistful of your hair, making you wince in pain. He laughed at you for a brief moment.

— Can I?- He asked. You nodded, agreeing at what you thought was obvious. In contrast with his sweet words, his tongue was practically forcing its way into your mouth. Saliva dripped down your chin and your breath was stuck in your nose. The kiss was too overwhelming.

Was Osamu still mad? You tried to test that, biting his lip with such force that it made him bled. He opened his eyes, astonished.

— You should have listened darling.- The boy threw you onto the bed, cleaning his mouth as you falled comfortably on the white sheets. He was just so hot: his hair was disheveled, his lips swollen, everything about him was amazing.

— How are you going to teach me? Spanking me?

— Yeah, exactly.

You had seen Osamu make many expressions, but none of them were like this. His eyes were clouded with lust, but still piercing enough to make you nervous. The boy approached your figure once more, grabbing you strongly by the jaw and ordering you not to bite. You nodded, feeling small next to him.

Both began to kiss again, continuing with the intensity of the first kiss. Osamu released your jaw and proceeded to lower his hands over your bust, squeezing your breasts roughly. He began to undo the buttons of your shirt one by one, but with how impatient you were for him to fuck you, you taked the shirt off for yourself.

Osamu spent some time playing with your now exposed breasts, biting your nipples and kneading them with his strong hands. Oh how much of a mess had you become. Breathy moans and swollen lips suit you really well. You tried to strip him from his clothes, but Osamu declined.

—Naw, I'm fucking you like this.

—Please Samu. Its not fair that I'm the only one nude here.

— Well its not fair that you drank my potion, so hurry up and get on your knees.- You complained, but still followed his orders. Palming his dick through his trousers you began to tease him a little bit, undoing his black belt and buttons, but taking your sweet, sweet time.

Osamu was growing impatient, so he himself bringed down his underwear, making his dick jump right in front of your face.

You let out a surprised squeal. You doubted that all of that could fit in your mouth, but you were decided to make him curl his toes and moan for you, so you started licking his tip with little kitten licks, savoring the taste of his precum and sucking his balls, but without taking him completely in your mouth. Osamu sighed, pushing his shaft into you.

— Stop that of you want to cum tonight.

You started bobbing your head up and down, trying to take all of his length but it was impossible. Your eyes became teary and you legs a trembling mess, you wanted him to fuck you so, so bad.

— Enough.- said the boy, making you stand up. He manhandled your body so you were lying down over his strong legs. Osamu began stroking your ass, playing with the fat of your thighs and the hem of your skirt. He smiled to himself, would you get mad if he..? Then with a sharp hit, he slapped you. With a loud moan, you squirmed in his lap. Your skin was stinging, but surprisingly, you didn't dislike that. What you did dislike, was the fact that Osamu was laughing at you. He gently caressed the reddened area, asking you if you were okay continuing. You nodded, but the boy wasn't happy about it.

— Use your words. Don't be dumb.

— Yes, I want to continue Samu.

— Perfect.- The boy continued the cycle a few more times: First spanking and then stroking the area.

— See? I told you I was going to teach you a lesson. If I tell you to open your mouth you oblige. If I tell you to scream my name, you do it, it's simple.- You nodded again and again. Blabbering things Osamu didn't understand.- Is it hard for you? Are you too dumb?- He maneuvered your body so your back was against his chest and started touching your pussy with light feathered touches, as if he was getting revenge for your previous teasing. He played with your swollen clit and hardened nipples, licking and saying sweet things in your ears.

— Please Samu. Fuck me please.

— I'm prepping you doll. Let me finger you a little more and you are ready to go. M'kay?

—No Samu, I'm ready please.- You plead with tears in your eyes. You couldn't endure this for too much time. Osamu sighed, slapping your clit with his left hand. The sudden pain made your body jump forward, moaning at the pleasure. He coated his fingers in your juices, thinking what he was going to do.

He made you go on all fours, positioning his dick into your entrance and slowly entering you. He hissed at how good you feel, stroking your now reddened ass and thighs. Meanwhile, you couldn't form a single thought. The only thing in your mind was how full your pussy felt.

Osamu was telling you something, something you couldn't quite catch on, but he began thrusting into you. His thrusts started nice and slow, letting you adjust to his girth, but as the time passed they became fast and strong, making you loose the balance in your hands, and it consequence, making you fall head first into the bed. Your moans became muffled by the soft pillows, but you could still heard Osamus grunts and moans.

— Such a pretty doll, wish you could be always this good. Apologize for taking the potion and I'm gonna let you cum.- Nothing.- Hey? Are you listening?- He grabbed your hair, making you wince in pain.

— M' sorry Osamu, am sorry.- you cried out.

— Yeah that's what I like to hear.

His trusts became irregular, he could feel the knot in his stomach tightened and his abs tingling, so he reached between your bodies and started playing with your swollen clit. Pinching the little bundle of nerves and slapping it a few times. That was the last push you needed to come. Your vision became full of stars and your pussy clenched around Osamus dick.

— Fuck.- He muttered. He wanted to prolong your orgasm as much as possible, but if you continued to spasm around him like that, he would cum deep into your pussy, so he needed to relax himself.

The thought was exciting, he imagined your little hole full of his cum. Would you get mad? Would you cry even more?

But with one final trust, Osamu pulled away, cumming all over the curve of your ass.

As the boy tried to stabilize his rapid breathing, he saw how much of a mess you had become. Your thighs quivering, his cum dripping down your ass and your pretty pussy glistening with your own juices.

— Need to drink that potion again.

#haikyuu smut #hq smut #just busted a nut™#miya osamu #miya osamu smut #anime smut #tw: smut #smut #osamu smau

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Currently thinking about Jeremy making exy fun for Jean again. Reinventing it from being something that’s either life or death to a genuine joy and passion.

It starts with night practices. Jean goes because he can’t stand not adapting to the Trojans’ methods and plays immediately. He’s too used to the consequences and punishments; he has to take any and all precautions against failure. It’s also a familiar routine, something that’ll steady the ever-quaking ground beneath his feet for a little while.

Jeremy tags along because Jean can’t go anywhere alone (Kevin’s advice). Jeremy stays on the sideline, observing. Jean’s technique is flawless, calculated, automatic. His face is cold, blank. It’s all muscle memory to him, body a callous, empty shell as he performs mindless drills.

Jeremy asks Jean if he’d like someone to practice with after a couple minutes. It’s hard to practice as a backliner alone, he says. Jean agrees, that expressionless mask still up.

They go at it for a while and it’s normal. Jean expected needing to make an adjustment to practicing with a new teammate, but it’s familiar in its own way too. They were opponents long before they became teammates.

As the effortless rhythm of drills sinks into them both, their competitive sides start to show a little. Jean shoves just a smidge too hard and Jeremy clacks sticks even when he’s the one with the ball. They’re evenly matched, but not willing to admit it.

Jeremy teases Jean with words that have no hidden threat or any heat to them, but taunt him enough Jean can’t just ignore them. He finds himself muttering under his breath, returning the taunts full force just not certain enough to actually vocalize them. Each second that mask slips a little bit more.

So the drills get messy as they go against the normal rules of exy because that’s the only way either of them can get one up on the other. Jeremy hides the ball in his shirt; Jean grabs Jeremy’s racquet when he’s about to take a shot, throwing him off balance.

It’s the first time Jean makes mistakes without the fear of punishment. The only consequence is hearing a light hearted laugh roll off Jeremy’s tongue or seeing his eyes crinkle up close for the first time. There are no standards Jean must meet. There’s no threat of pain at the end of the night. No one to criticize and tear apart the tiny details of his performance.

He can make any mistake he’d like (and he does like to because Jeremy’s laugh is crazy addictive). Jean isn’t at the point that he can so easily laugh with Jeremy, but he smiles when Jeremy trips over himself because he tried threading his racquet between his legs like a basketball player. Jean rolls his eyes as Jeremy pretends to limp only to sprint past him and miss the goal so spectacularly, rubbing his neck as he turns around with a heavy blush to his cheeks.

It’s not like exy can always be this calm, low stakes debacle of a practice. Jean will still panic during a game when an opponent manages to outpace him.

But maybe he’ll remember those night practices with Jeremy. That sense of panic will gradually wash away to determination (something he’d never wanted for himself without the threat of a knife or cane). He wants to do better for himself and his team, not just for the sake of saving himself from Riko’s cruel abuse.

#jean moreau #jeremy knox #the sunshine court #tsc #usc trojans #can’t wait to see him slowly start to heal #its gonna be hard #aftg #jerejean #or not if you don’t like it #(I do)

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inkys-anime-blog · 1 month

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One Piece Surfer AU

This was a long ramble session put together by myself and my friends Jordon, @fashionable-hamster , @incomingalbatross , and @thehappybaker .

If anyone wants to draw these or muse around in this AU, please feel free (and tag me!) We had so much fun coming up with these!

Things that are the Same

Devil Fruits are still a thing (mostly because it's really funny if they're surfers and can barely swim. They all wear inner tubes and water wings.)

Crew Compositions are also the same! They are now teams.

Sea Kings and assorted monsters are still here. They are, in fact, more common. The job of Life Guard is not only to keep people from drowning, but to fight monsters so your friends can surf in peace.

World Changes

Almost every dead character you can think of is alive. Because this is a fun, low stakes AU.

"King of the Pirates" is now "King of the Waves", you become a Yonko by being an Olympic Gold Medalist, you become "King of the Waves" by beating all of the Yonkos in a competition.

The goal of "World's Greatest Swordsman" has been changed to "World's Greatest Lifeguard." The way you move up in ranks for it is by competing in underwater feats of power (holding your breath, underwater wrestling, spotting and saving drowning people, performing rescue maneuvers.) It is all incredibly competitive and intense.

Doctors tend to pool supplies and set up a single medical tent, but more intense competitions mean they'll stay apart.

The Celestial Dragons have bought up most of the local public beaches. Surfing on them is considered illegal, but that doesn't stop any of the crews/teams.

The Marines are now local police who are trying to keep the surfers from the private beaches. Sometimes it escalates to fighting, but not too often. It's more like a race to surf before the police show up, it adds time and tension to competitions.

The Revolutionaries are a skateboarding gang who are committing actual crimes trying to bankrupt the city. They are treated with less attention than the surfers, somehow.

Strawhat Headcanons

The Thousand Sunny is a massive surfboard that all the team can fit on. They don't use it super often, but Franky made it for fun one day and they have a good time zipping around together.

Luffy is almost unchanged. He wants to be King of the Waves, he goes around recruiting buds to help that happen. He is more than willing to solve these problems by beating people up. It's Luffy.

Zoro is training to be the World's Greatest Lifeguard. He mostly focuses on paddling around and killing monsters that try to attack his friends, he's group protector in any AU. His backstory is similar as well, Kuina dying and leaving him her family life preserver. He and Sanji sit on the edge of the group surfboard, they're both very worried about their friends falling in.

Nami and Nojiko were illegally taken in by Bellemere. Nami has a supernatural sixth sense for when storms and strong waves are coming in, which was noticed by Arlong. Arlong threatened to reveal the illegal adoption to the police if she didn't come work for him and his team. Nami agreed, but once Luffy finds out, he contacts Whitebeard and get into a fierce legal battle to keep Nami and her family safe and away from Arlong. She's now living out the childhood she always wanted, spending time with friends and surfing instead of being under Arlong's control. Bellemere is running her tangerine orchard and shows up to their competitions a lot, mostly to cheer on her kid and hand out orange slices like a soccer mom.

Ussop runs a kid's swimming school! He's really popular because he's great with kids. People want to get their kids in love with swimming so they're less likely to impulsively eat devil fruits lolol. He's always wanted to be a surfer, and he jumps at the chance when Luffy comes their way. Kaya buys them fancy new surfboards and she's one of their most dedicated sponsors.

Sanji used to work in a five star restaurant, but ended up shifting to make his own top-class food truck so he can be with the crew and go to different competitions. Zeff sponsors the Strawhats so that Nami stops stealing the rival team's wallets to pay for gas money. (She still does, but less often now.)

Chopper is still a reindeer boy, and he wasn't able to go to normal school because of it. He was homeschooled by his parents, who are both doctors. He's enjoying his first taste of a real childhood with the Strawhats, and Hiriluk and Kureha come to what competitions they can.

Robin is a former CIA agent turned lawyer. She has gotten the Strawhats and teams they're friendly with out of SO many legal issues. She wears water wings on All of her Arms when she goes out to surf. She still does archeology on the side as a fun hobby.

Brook's backstory is mostly unchanged. He used to be on a great group of surfers, but when they were on a boat trip, their drinks were poisoned by a rival team. He washed up a skeleton by the Strawhat's van. He had made friends with Laboon, but since Laboon has faced some issues in the wild, he was moved by a wildlife conservation center. Brook is traveling the coast with the Strawhats to try to find him again, checking with every wildlife center they pass.

Jinbe is tired. He was a city council member, and left when it became horribly corrupt. He's reliving his old days of surfing with the Strawhats, and he's specifically helping Zoro be a better swimmer.

Non Strawhat Headcanons

Shanks and his crew run a nice little bar. They're renowned for their surfing skills, but they're holding back from competitions for awhile so the kids get their chance to shine. Shanks is known as "that guy who once surfed a tsunami so well he reversed it. Somehow."

Whitebeard is a CPS worker. He has worked at this tirelessly for decades, and ends up fighting a fierce legal battle for Nami, and then later Ace, both of which he wins!

Ace (which was actually how this entire thing started for me) is super competitive and travels around almost as much as the Strawhats do. He wears his hat surfing because of course he does. He's got to be very careful using his Devil Fruit, but he's pulled off some crazy stunts with it.

Buggy the Clown runs a water show with super talented performers; water aerialists, dolphins, even some surfing like the others! He is a terrible surfer but manages to fail upwards into winning an Olympic medal. Whoops!

Vivi is a mayor's daughter and is constantly campaigning for better protection for the local beaches. She's managed to get her hometown safe for the teams to compete at, but she doesn't have a lot of sway outside them, and she had to fight against a certain local business to get that far. She's studying abroad in Europe after she helped, and they miss her a lot :(

Crocodile (mentioned above with Vivi) owns a casino near the beach. Luffy hit him with a supersoaker of ocean water once for putting a hit out on Vivi. I have nothing else for him except "he makes crazy sandcastles"

Mihawk is the World's Greatest Lifeguard, and most of the time people practice perfect water safety around him because he's SCARY to be rescued by. Those eyes....

Most of the first mates (Zoro, Bepo, Killer) are training to be lifeguards. Their captains have devil fruits, they have to.

Corozon is the Heart Pirate's biggest supporter. He loves watching them compete. He's working with Bellemere in her orchard, they know each other from their old police days.

Blackbeard's favorite activity is snitching on other surfers so they get interrupted by the police. He also likes knocking people off their boards. He's never invited to these things, he just shows up.

Uta showed up once to cheer on Luffy, but Blackbeard dropped her location online. The beach got swarmed by fans and they had to cancel :( But she still comments on Nami's social media posts about the competitions and voices her support!

Gecko Moria owns a terrible "haunted water ride" experience and it's terrible and rundown. Kuma, who works for OSCHA, shows up to shut it down but the crew has already beaten up everyone there because someone was being a creep to Nami.

That's all for now! Might add more later as they come up!

Please please reblog <3 I want to hear people's ideas!

#one piece #one piece au #one piece surfer au #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #nami #ussop #black leg sanji #tony tony chopper #nico robin #soul king brook #cyborg franky #jinbe #whitebeard one piece

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