#why do you wear speedos

[steddiealltheway]

(So, idk if anyone has ordered or seen the Scoops Ahoy costumes from Amazon or whatever, but the shorts for Robin are tight and short. But the shorts for Steve are like the ones seen in the show. Which leads me to this thought…)

Steve’s first day at Scoops Ahoy is… alright?

Actually, it’s pretty miserable.

Scooping ice cream is way harder than it looks. And for some reason he can’t get that perfect rounded shape. It just comes out in pieces that he has to mash into cups and balance on top of cones.

Plus, he’s pretty sure his coworker hates him.

Her name is Robin, and she scowls and dramatically points at her name tag when he asks for it. To make matters worse, they apparently went to high school together, but he doesn’t have the vaguest memory of her. (To be fair, they did not run in the same social circles with her being in band and even theatre and with Steve being “King Steve.”)

But for some reason, she loves to poke fun at him especially when he fails to get any girl’s number. It’s like the Harrington charm radiates through his hair which is blocked by the stupid hat.

But what he really notices only an hour into their eight hour shift is the way she’s tugging at her shorts. She digs her fingers under the elastic band around her thighs as if trying to stretch them out, and she’s constantly trying to pull them down as they begin to ride up.

And really, Steve not trying to perv or anything, but she’s make quite a bit of a fuss with the whole thing, cursing under her breath and obviously really uncomfortable.

So, when the store is fairly empty, Steve turns to her and asks, “Do you want to change shorts with me?”

For the first time, Robin laughs. Loudly. She even snorts at the idea. But her laughter quickly dies down when she realizes Steve isn’t laughing. “Wait, you’re serious?”

Steve shrugs. “Yeah. You look uncomfortable. And hey, I’ve worn way worse to basketball practice, plus I had to wear speedos when I was on the swim team.”

Robin’s nose scrunches up. “Gross.”

Steve puts his hands on his hips and huffs, “Do you want to switch or not?”

She takes a few seconds to stare at Steve, clearly suspicious of an ulterior motive. But then, she curses and starts tugging at elastic band again. “Okay! Fine. But we’re not getting change in the same room.”

Steve rolls his eyes as he heads to the back room. “I wasn’t suggesting that.”

In the end, Steve is left to change in the damn freezer storage area while Robin gets the whole break room. But he doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable, so he sucks it up and doesn’t complain. (Although he really really wants to.)

He waits for her to knock on the door to signal she’s ready, looking down at the shorts. They’re not horrible, but he can understand why Robin was uncomfortable - as they’re already stretching over his ass and thighs while starting to ride up beyond mid thigh.

Even after she knocks, Steve asks, “Ready for me to come out?”

He thinks he hears her laugh about that for some reason before she answers, “Yeah!”

He steps into the room and glances down at her new shorts momentarily before nodding. “Better?”

Robin smiles slightly and nods before heading back out to the main area.

Steve follows behind her. “Hey, they gave me two pairs of these. I can give you the extra pair to wear and keep during our next shift together.”

Robin turns to him and narrows her eyes. “What are you asking for in return?”

“Nothing,” Steve says, eyebrows furrowed. He hopes she understands that he really means it and won’t hold this over her head like an asshole.

She just stares at him for a few seconds before almost wondrously saying, “Huh.”

Luckily, she seems to relax for the first time since their shift started.

After this, the teasing from before has less of an edge to it, but it becomes relentless. Steve almost thinks that maybe this is the start of a wonderful friendship. But Robin would never want that from him.

He only changes his mind about this later when Eddie Munson walks into the store while Steve is cleaning the tables. He accidentally knocks over a napkin and bends over to pick it up, feeling his shorts ride up.

When he stands up, he’s met with a pink faced Munson who stares at him - or rather his ass - with wide eyes.

“See something you want to sample?” Steve asks honestly a bit against his will because it’s part of the Scoops Ahoy greeting. (Only for some reason, he’s unable to get any other part of the greeting out.)

Eddie’s pink face turns red as his eyes snap up to Steve’s. His mouth opens and closes a few times before he quickly breathes out, “I need to leave.”

When the boy practically runs out the store, Steve naturally glances over his shoulder at Robin, trying to gauge if she just saw what he did.

She’s already laughing behind the counter saying between bouts of laughter, “See something you want to sample?”

Steve huffs and feels a blush rise to his cheeks. “Shut up,” he mumbles out, throwing the napkin away before returning behind the counter. “I’m never asking that again.”

But as Robin continues to laugh, Steve can’t help but join in a little, wondering if maybe she would like to be friends and if Eddie will ever come back.

So, maybe his first day wasn’t pretty miserable or just alright. Maybe it was perfect.

#platonic soulmates stobin #platonic stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #scoops ahoy #brief steddie #<- never have I used that tag before #eddie munson

[just-a-jock]

Doctors appointment

You’ve always hated the doctors office and appointments. Something about waiting around, taking off work early or even entirely just to be told to get some rest always bothered you. After getting your new insurance your friends and family kept pressing for you to get your yearly physical and ended up crumbling to the pressure. You looked online for the first appointment that wouldn’t interior your work and found a 7PM appointment with Dr.Hendrix.

You were happy to find an appointment outside of normal working outs and shocked to even see it was available but you immediately booked it. Cut to today where you are walking into the clinic, Hendrixxx MD. You saw on the sign sounds more like a porn studio than a doctors office. After checking in, the abnormally attractive nurse showed you to the patient room.

As you sat down you looked around the room filled with pictures of insanely buff gay men all partying

“All my patients, aren’t they attractive”

You jump in the chair from being surprised and then turn around and see the attractive 20-something in doctor getup.

“Hi, my name is Dr. Hendrix. I’ll be helping you today” he said we a confidence of a high school jock. He reached out to shake your hand as you see his shirt strain with every movement clear sign of someone who buys their shirt once size too small.

“It’s nice to meet you” you respond shyly as he smirks

“Now let’s see you’re here for your physical…. Okay can you please change out of your clothes and into this” he said rummaging through his drawer until he pulled out a small beige color brief.

“Uh…. What is that. I’m not putting that on” you respond with a bit of worry and shock

“This is standard for any physical preformed in my clinic. I have to inspect your body and skin and I can’t do that with your clothes on. If you don’t want to then we can cancel this appointment but you will be charged the channel fee which is 200% of the service without insurance” he responded smirking almost like he’s said this exact spiel before.

“And how much would that be” you respond

“Well a normal physical here cost $550 per session so you would have to pay $1100.”

You swallow knowing you don’t have enough in your savings to pay that. After sometime you decide what’s the worse that can happen you do have to get a physical anyways and you are already here. You grab the pair from his hand as he smirks watching you walk to the small bathroom in the office.

Inside you start to change out of your clothes and take a glance at the brief before you put it on. The material felt like spandex very similar to the speedos those annoying instagays wear while at the beach. On the top right corner near the groin you noticed the brand name “Jake”. Finally you put the briefs on, feeling the slick Lycra material against your skin especially against your cock making you shiver.

As you walk back in the exam room you see the doctor smile.

“Great, please sit down and we can begin” he said patting on the examination chair

As you sit down on the cold table as Dr. Hendrix looked over your body and going back and forth from his clipboard. He begins touching your body all over specify your biceps, pecs and abs. You were about to say something until…

“So unfortunately you do have a condition called male hypogonadism. Basically your body doesn’t produce enough testosterone.”

You look at him with shock. You have always been healthy and your precious doctors have never mentioned anything about low testosterone.

“ just to confirm I’m going to need to take a look at your testicles” he said

“What? No, why?” You replied in shock and confusion

“Due to your testicles being the center of testosterone production it would give me a better picture”

After taking sometime to ponder you decide to go with it as you wanted to avoid anything bad in the future. You pull down the briefs and let him inspect your private area. You looked at the ceiling trying to avoid eye contact while examined your parts. You felt like he was down there for a while until you felt a sharp pain right in your balls. Quickly looking down your eye widen seeing a needle being struck inside your sack. Inside the syringe was a semi-viscous off-white liquid being slowly pushed inside. Before you’re even able to react the entirety of the needle has been injected into your balls. You finally push back the doctor and fall back onto the chair quickly pulling up the briefs.

“WHAT THE FUCK, what did you put into me” you scream at him as he gets up from the ground with a smirk

“Calm down, I injected you with a testosterone booster to help your body produce more testosterone naturally”

“I DID NOT GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO DO THAT, I’m going to fucking report you to the medical board and get to clinic closed” you said putting your hands on the side of the chair about to get up

“You really can’t make this easy” he replied as he pressed a button underneath his desk. 4 clamps came out of the chair you were sitting at and locked themselves around your wrist and legs. You fight against the restraints but seem to be holding you tighter the more you fought.

“Now that I finally have you settled I can explain to you the procedure. Normally have plenty of guys coming to my office looking for testosterone boosters to help them bulk up but you just wanted a regular check up. Well I couldn’t have someone like you be a regular at my clinic and representing my work so I decided to change you to be more like the others that come out of her”

“ You won’t fucking get away with this freak, let me go!” You shout at him and simultaneously asking for help.

“Oh but I had even a better idea. My clinic finally got access to a trail run of this new medication which is Testosterone replacement therapy and that’s what I inject in you. Basically the medication is mixed with DNA and injected into the subject. Slowly the medication will rewrite the subjects DNA into the provided template. Of course I wanted to try this out first so I decide for you to be my test dummy.”

Your eyes widen as you realize what he is doing to you.

“Haha yes I inject some of my semen inside your testicle and soon the process will start wor…”

“AHHHH” you screamed as he was caught off. You immediately starts to feel a sharp hot heat radiating from your cock and balls. “Fuck fuck what did you do to me” you say with your eyes closed. Your body starts to involuntarily start to buck in the air.

“I guess the show has started” he responds smirking and siting back in his desk chair

With the repeated bucking in the air you start to notice your cock get insanely hard straining against the speedo. Your balls start to pull like they have their own heart beat. Slowly your cock starts to expand past it’s normal hard state creating a noticeable bulge in the speedo, the growing balls behind it don’t help in hiding it either as it continues to push your cock to forefront of the brief creating a perfect outline of your cock. You feel inside your ball changing as if your old cum is being destroyed. Your cum factories are being invaded and being modified to produce a foreigners substance. The pulsing starts to increased as you knew it has finally taken over and has started to produce the new boosted testosterone. The hormones starts to travel through your body ready to modify the rest to the provided template

“Please…. Stop..” you’re able to squirm before the change continue on.

Next your body hair starts to fall out leaving your body smooth like those typical gay fuckboys you see all over the beach. Though you notice certain areas actually increase in volume and of course the typical fetish zones. Your armpit hair starts to puff up becoming dark and noticeable from a far. And lastly you lock down as your pubes starts to climb up like ivy on a wall until they rest just above the briefs taunting anyone looking at your cock.

As your body hair finishes up the hormone start to target the main cause of gay desire, your muscles. Slowly your legs start to inflate growing large and strong like you have been doing squats since your teenage years along with your ass growing outwards and making your seat a little more comfortable. You do notice your hole slightly relax cementing yourself as the perfect verse . Your biceps grow along to match your new legs until they are the size of footballs. Next you feel the changes concentrate on your core as a set of washboard abs start to manifest on the service of your stomach perfectly completing the exposed pubes from before. You even notice them growing a little more upwards to perfect the change. Lastly came the beautiful set of pecs which started to pump outwards matching the pulses of your balls. They finally create a nice shelf over your abs as your nipples darken and start to point outward. The changes to your muscles settle as your body looks identical to the hot doctor in front of you. You open your eyes and look around thinking the changes are over until your balls start to pulsate once again. The sensation travels up your body until your head feels a massive pressure. Slowly your bone structure starts to morph mimicking that of the doctors. Your lips plump outwards ready to introduce every and all cocks it can find. Your cheekbones move upwards giving you a sharp face and a semi permanent smile. All the fat melts away from your neck leaving behind a jawline that can cut glass and a prominent adams apple. The changes settle thinking the last of it has happened and pleading to the doctor to change you back.

“Please please, I don’t want this. I want to be me” you beg of him

“Oh don’t worry, you’re going to love your life after a while and you won’t even remember your old one” he said pressing another button as the restraints pull you down forcing you to lay backside to the chair as you stair at the ceiling. You hear him opening his drawer again and rummaging around until he starts to walk over to you.

“Now this is the final step before you become the perfect clone” he said placing a pair of oil spill colored glasses. You scream as he slowly places the glass onto your face until they sit perfect. You immediately quiet down as he smirks know it’s working.

Your eyes are forced open as inside the glasses start to display videos of memories foreign to you. All you can do is grunt trying to fight back from these new memories forcing them selfs inside your brain replacing your old. Your mind is completely enthralled and you almost don’t notice the doctor has pulled down your speedo and whispers something under his breath

This will help the reprogramming along. He places something over his….. your cock. You start to freak out knowing the reprogramming has started to take effect your mind not being able to between him and yourself. As he ticks the speedo back into place you notice this foreign object get right around the base of your cock and slowly start to buzz creating an orgasmic feeling making your mind even weaker and more susceptible to the brainwashing.

Your mouth opens as the video starts to play more explicit images and videos. Guys fucking, partying, doing drugs everything typical of a circuit party gay. The buzzing gets even stronger during these parts causing you to moan. Soon your cock starts to produce precum creating a large wet spot at the front of the cream colored brief. Finally with the last of the programming finishing up you finally see

CUM

With that your body shakes as your cock shoots loads of your old cum all over the inside of your speedo which is quickly soaked up. The doctor finally releases you from the restraints as your body gets up you realize you can still hear, feel and see everything but your body does not respond to your thoughts.

“It worked perfectly. You’re a 1 to 1 replica of myself. Now the technology of the reprogramming is still in being worked on so I’ll need you to keep the glasses on for now. Understood”

“yes” your body responds in a foreign voice and against your will

“Great, now here are my keys and I booked you.. I mean me a flight to Hawaii. I’m going to need you to post content on our profile and make sure to tell guys about our clinic. Now enjoy”

Your body leaves the room still in your speedo. The nurse at the front smirks knowing what just happened.

.

.

.

A few weeks later you are staying at a resort working out in the complimentary outdoor gym. You noticed some guy keeps looking at you throughout your workout. He finally comes up to you while you’re working on the dumbbells

“Wow you’re built as hell bro. Got any tips?” He asked

“Haha come to my room and I can show you” I replied smirking as he got the hint.

#muscle #jock #biceps #hunk #jock tf #nerdtojock #speedo #doctor #pecs #himbo #himbo tf #tyler hendricks

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Can you please do this but with Ruggie and Leona?

Courting Rituals w/ Fem Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Ruggie Bucci

Mating rituals for hyenas are very…tense

Females are aggressive and violent

For males there's a lot of submission and fear that goes into the mating process

Naturally he’s not supposed to be all that dominant when dating anyway

But you’re so clueless and totally unaware he might have to help you get the hint

There are three things male hyenas typically do

The cautious steps forward and cautious steps back

Spotted hyena males often do something of a nervous start toward the female before running back 

Kind of like a nervous jig that’s a sure fire sign of their intentions

Whether or not the females actually see it they do it

Which rings just as true for Ruggie 

“Oh wow, Ruggie your sharing with me?”

“Yeah don’t get to hung up on it. I’m just being a good senpai.” No he’s not

Or when Ruggie unexpectedly shares some of his food with you

And right after that he doesn’t talk to you for the longest time

Those are his steps but you won’t notice

You’ve got so many friends 

He hates it really

Next is another round of testing the waters

Now this testing of the waters–or more accurately your boundaries

Starts with crossing his legs in front of you

Something he does casually while speaking to you 

Next is the scratching the ground in front of you

Again you just casually brush off the extra time he spends down there tying your shoe

But now that he’s tested the waters he can finally commence with his final act

Presenting and you accepting

Now this wasn’t the olden days unfortunately

Even without your proper knowledge flashing you wasn’t the right display

So he’d take something close to it 

“Ruggie I really appreciate you inviting me to come swimming with you.”

“Nishishishi it’s no problem! You scratch my back I’ll scratch yours.”

And scratch his you will since he’s wearing a tight speedo

And he purposely planned for this after all

Made sure grim and company we’re too busy 

And Leona away on some trip 

Now for your acceptance

Again he has to be slick you’re so far from a typical hyena beast woman 

You just don’t know that bending over and parting your legs is the ultimate sign

The go ahead he needs

“Hey (Y/n), I need your help with something! My goggles fell into this rabbit hole.”

“What why don’t you do it?”

“Heh? I thought you were nice!” 

“Fine fine. Just make sure I don’t fall in the ground looks pretty unstable.”

“But of course!"

He’s holding your waist tight as you  bend over

Its the way it will be from now on

Your his mate now 

And any violence he does in your name is completely justified 

Leona Kingscholar

Lion’s have very basic mating rituals 

That aren’t really worried heavily on being impressive or not 

Its snuffing out competition 

Yes, powerful roars and a large dark mane is just as alluring

But it means nothing if your intended mate is occupied

Like with another male or with a child of another

So that’s what Leona’s worried about

Worried about the way you so easily interrupt your time together to deal with Grim

“Sorry Leona, if I don’t go home now the rest of the night is going to be a nightmare!”

“Then why don’t you stay here, then.”

“Thanks but Grim gets fussy if I'm not there.”

The urge to revert to his ancestor’s behavior is strong

But he’d rather not deal with you fighting him so he’ll invest in making Grim a little ally speedbump

A few plates of gourmet fish and suddenly Grim is willing to mess up any other rivals of his 

And that pleases him….for awhile

But you still mention Grim when you two are talking or cuddling 

It makes him sick

So a deal with Azul or paid underhanded deal and suddenly Grim’s not your problem anymore

And when you come crying to him he’ll soothe you but he won’t feel remorseful

You won’t feel to bad if he gives you a cub or two of your own

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twst leona kingscholar #yandere leona kinsscholar #yandere leona twst #yandere leona x reader #yandere leona kingscholar #yandere leona kingscholar x reader #yandere leona #yandere ruggie bucci #yandere ruggie bucchi #yandere ruggie x reader #yandere ruggie twst #yandere ruggie #yandere ruggi bucchi

[greyskyflowers]

I know it's not even remotely close to canon but I love to imagine Zoro's swords having spirits like the ancestor spirits in Mulan, and their main goal is to just drive Zoro nuts.

They talk all the time and have to comment on everything. They always end up bickering with each other and trying to get Zoro to pick sides.

One of the only things they have in common is how much they love to gossip, constantly. You'd think they'd have better things to do but apparently the living are too interesting to ignore.

They also all bond over giving Zoro shit.

▪️

"Have you decided when you will eat the raccoon?"

"He's a reindeer, we're not going to eat him, and his name is Chopper. How many times do we have to go over this?"

▪️

"What's the deal with you and the cook?"

"You're asking him about the cook? What about whatever is going on with him and the captain?"

"The sex better not interfere with your training."

"Oh my god."

▪️

"What are the little pants your robot wears called?"

"Are you talking about Franky? A speedo... Why."

"They look like they provide him a good range of motion when fighting, perhaps you should consi-"

"Absolutely not."

▪️

"Why does your captain pick his nose so much?"

"I don't know."

"Ask him. He has me doing it often now too and I want to know why."

▪️

"Are you lost? Again?"

"You told me to go this way!"

"Hey, don't blame the swords for your nonexistent sense of direction."

▪️

"Your captain has fallen off the ship again."

"Seriously??"

#one piece #zoro #hints of #zosan #zolu #setting sail with greyskyflowers #luffy #sanji #mugiwara crew #straw hat pirates

[tightjeansjavi]

Congrats on being here writing for one year!!!

🦋Can I please request a little mini drabble for Javi G?

And since you know I love my little bad boi/soft boi - can you please make him a little naughty? He's not a big, mean man, but I think he can be spicy when he wants to be.

xoxoxo

Patti, anything for you my darling 💗

Thank you for taking my Javi G v-card ;)

-

Tease

A/N: spicy, spicy, spicy! 🥵🌶️

~word count: 1.3k~

Summary: being Javi Gutierrez’s personal assistant comes with many perks.

Pairing | Javi Gutierrez x f!personal assistant reader

Warnings: smut with no plot, power imbalance (boss/employee) reader is ballsy and bold, mutual pining, unprotected piv, fingering, teasing (like HELLA) seductress reader, noncon/dubcon (reader is naked in his eye-line on purpose) javi is respectful till he’s not, dom!javi, reader can understand Spanish, reader has no physical descriptions such as body type or skin color, no age gap (no mention of age) +18, minors dni!

translations:

¡Mierda! - Shit!

Querida - darling

Ten piedad de mí, joder - have mercy on me, fuck

Hermosa - gorgeous

Chica mala - bad girl

translations done by @angelofsmalldeath-codeine & @yoongi-tangerine-22

Being Javi Gutierrez’s personal assistant came with…many perks. Javi was always a generous man, and even though he was your boss, and you knew it was shameful to be attracted to him, you couldn’t help it.

But what’s a girl to do with an assumed one-sided attraction? Tease the shit out of him till he simply can’t take it anymore.

It started off innocent, light touches here and there. Fluttering of lashes, giggles, and asking him questions about himself that did not pertain to the conversation at hand.

You loved to see him stutter over his responses and rub the back of his neck, or card his fingers through his luscious, soft curls.

He never acted upon his desires and urges. He always was respectful, polite, and boy, did that often drive you up a wall.

You were desperate to know what kind of man Javi Gutierrez was in the bedroom.

You started wearing revealing clothing around him. Short skirts, low-cut tops that had your tits practically staring him in the face. Flowy sundresses that allowed for easy access to your bare cunt.

He found you purposely bent over at times, with the seam of your pussy exposed—puffy, dripping a droplet of arousal like the sweetest fruit a man could ever taste.

Tempted by the bared fruit of Eden, he was. The urge was there, but never satiated. You were his assistant, and he was your boss. It would be shameful.

-

The sun was hot, blistering, boiling on your skin. One of the perks of living at Javi’s coastal home, was your free access to his inground pool. As long as you did your job, you could spend your free time lounging poolside for hours.

Today you decided to spice things up a bit more than usual knowing the exact time that Javi would come down for his afternoon swim. You would be there, waiting for him.

At first, he didn’t notice your naked form sunbathing on your stomach, ankles crossed in a relaxed position on the poolside chaise lounge. His mind was elsewhere: a new screenplay idea.

He whistled, throwing his towel down on the chair beside you, stretching his arms above his head, giving you a tiny peek at the happy trail at the top of his very tight speedo.

Your sunglasses tip down over the bridge of your nose as you shamelessly drink him in. Salivating at the look of his bronzed, golden skin that you absolutely would love to sink your teeth into.

“Mr. Gutierrez, so nice of you to join me.” You giggle softly, waving your fingers in a teasing motion.

He does a double take when his eyes finally gloss over your naked body. His pupils expand, and he nearly stumbles over his two feet.

“¡Mierda!” He exclaims, covering his eyes and shaking his head. “Querida, why are you naked?!” The harmless nickname slips past his lips, his eyes going wide behind the cover of his hands when the realization hits.

“Aw, Javi! I’m your darling? Wow, you sure know how to get a gal feeling flustered!” You giggle again and slowly roll over onto your back, thighs falling open over the side of the lounge chair, just enough that he can see the outline of your cunt. “It’s far too hot to be wearing anything, Javi. My skin is absolutely boiling.” You said with a soft, airy sigh, letting your hand drift southwards to rest along your stomach. Inching—

Ten piedad de mí, joder. He thinks.

He doesn’t respond, feeling flustered as a hot flush spreads across his face. He averts from making eye contact with you and tosses his sunglasses onto his towel. You swear you hear him curse under his breath just before he dives into the refreshing pool.

Darn.

-

Javi finally loses his cool when the second draft of his new screenplay is rejected. He’s been so distracted with you and your antics that he hasn’t been able to focus! Well, he’s about to show you just how frustrated he truly is with you.

You don’t hear him approaching at first from where you’re bent over the sink, focused on washing the dishes and the song playing in your AirPods.

Your hips are swaying to the side, loose and flowy and from where Javi is standing in the opening of the kitchen, he’s practically burning holes into the back of your head.

Fucking tease.

He stalks forward, coming up behind you and nearly rips the earbuds from your ears, tossing them onto the countertop.

“Hey—” you start to say, losing your voice in your throat when you feel Javi’s palm slip between the apex of your thighs, fingers just barely brushing between the seam of your cunt.

“You’re a dirty fucking tease, querida.” He growls against the shell of your ear. His freehand yanks you back by your hip. He inhales your scent, familiar—his fucking cologne? “Naughty fucking tease. Are you—wearing my cologne?” He drags his fingers through your folds, gathering up your apparent arousal, sticky and wet for him. “Dripping all over the freshly washed tiles, hermosa.”

“Fuuck—” you whimper, pressing your ass directly against the growing bulge in his cotton shorts. Your head lolls to the side, falling back against his shoulder. “I’m your dirty fucking tease, Javi.” You spread your thighs further for him as he continues his ministrations, “Wearing your cologne, sir. Stole it from your room because I’m a bad, bad, girl. I wanted you to smell yourself on me.”

He nips at your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin, sucking harshly on your pulse point as he eases two fingers inside of your sopping cunt, knuckle deep. “Fucking always wearing short skirts around me. Those goddamn sundresses. Lost my mind when you were sunbathing naked, cunt on full display without a care in the world. You’ve made it so, so hard for me to keep my hands to myself, querida.”

“Javiii!” You whine, “please don’t keep your hands to yourself, baby. Please. Have your way with me, sir. I’m all yours.” You don’t give a flying fuck how desperate you sound for this man, you’ve been pining after him for far too long to care.

“Yeah? You think I should, hermosa? Think I should give you my cock? That’s what you want, right? You want my cock? I don’t think you deserve it, querida. Not after you’ve driven me up a fucking wall. Naughty little teases don’t get rewarded.”

He begins to shallowly pump his fingers, knuckle deep, curling them inwards. You can feel the bite of the cooling touch of his expensive rings against your hot skin. “Please, Javi! Give me anything—I’ll take whatever you give me! Your cock, your fingers!” You cry out.

“Yeah? You’re that fucking desperate for me, querida? You want my cock that fucking bad? Look at you, dripping all over my fingers…” he hums, pressing the hardening length of his cock against your ass. “You want me to fuck you so bad, little tease? Take my cock out then, hermosa. Fuck yourself on it.”

You waste no time to reach behind and blindly search for the waistband of his shorts. You let out a frustrating whine when he pulls himself back slightly just so you have to work for it a little harder. He hisses between his teeth, working his fingers inside of you faster when you finally pull his cock free through the opening of his shorts.

He’s heavy in your palm, tip weeping an angry bead of precum when you pull him back in just as he slips his fingers out. You're both a mess of breathy moans when you ease him into your wet heat, tight pussy hugging him like a fist as he bottoms out.

He’s thick, girthy, and it’s overwhelming to have all of him stuffed inside of you. It’s a delicious sensation: being stretched open by Javi’s cock.

“You’re enjoying this too fucking much, hermosa.” He keeps a firm grip on your hip, his other snakes around you, dipping between your thighs so he can thrum your sensitive clit. “Fuck yourself on it, chica mala.”

And so you do.

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[bigification]

I stand in front of the mirror, rubbing in SPF 100 sunscreen on my face. With how light my skin is, I would be a tomato by the end of the hour without it. I check my entire body to make sure I haven't missed a spot with my razor. I pinch my stomach, confirming there is no fat between the skin that I pinch. Finally, I check that my ass looks cute in the new green speedo I'm wearing. Good to go.

I walk out of my air bnb onto the sandy beach, my eyes burn as they adjust to the bright light. My feet hurt with each step on the hot sand. I speed up until I make it to the edge of the water where the sand doesn't hurt to stand on. My muscles relax as I sit on the cool wet sand, the waves feel nice on my skin as they roll up the edge of the beach.

A wave hits my legs, and as it recedes I notice my feet look bigger. Another wave hits them and they grow even bigger, and they're hairy. I try to recoil in shock, but I feel stuck in place. Another wave rolls up my calf, muscles bulge out of my leg and think dark hairs cover my skin. The next wave hits my thighs, they thicken until they look like a quarterback's thighs with a dark coat of hair. I also notice my once light skin darkens into a tan colour. I shiver as a wave crashes against my crotch, my speedo feels like it's shrunk three sizes. I look down and see a massive bulge against the front of my speedo, and I can feel my plumper ass pressing against the sand.

I want to resist, I want to reject what is happening to me, but it feels so good. The way the speedo hugs my dick, the powerful feeling coursing through my legs makes me hard. Another wave comes crashing into me, it feels like the waves are getting stronger. The water hits my body, and my flat stomach grows into a thick and hairy six pack. The next wave reaches my chest, broadening my shoulders and giving me a pair of juicy pecs. Every part of my body that the water touches continues to become a tan colour with a pelt of black hair. The water hits my arms, turning my twig like arms into thick veiny biceps. My forearms become thick and hairy, and my hands double in size, with thick hairy fingers and hard callouses. I feel so powerful, and all I want is to feel more powerful. My giant man hands dig into the sand as I tense up. Another wave hits me directly in the face and I feel a thick beard form on my face. I run my hands over my head, my long thin hair is gone, replaced with a short buzz cut.

"Bro! What are you doing, the tide is coming in." A strangely familiar voice yells out from behind me. I look behind me and see a large Arab man holding out his hand. I instinctively grab his hand and he pulls me up. "Thanks bro!" I say in a deep gruff voice. Something else was off though. I think for a moment and then remember. How could I forget, I'm speaking arabic. Why would I speak anything else with my brother Mo. I only speak English when I talk to customers at the car shop. "Look at this." Mo says excitedly as he points to a group of hot chicks sunbathing. We both smile at each other as we start walking over to them.

#male tf #masculine #muscle tf #race change #reality change

[bikini-kill-pilled]

the differences between men's and womens clothes are so upsetting but i especially hate its effect on swimwear. there is nothing more uncomfortable to me than wearing bathing suits at the beach and pretending i don't notice creepy old guys staring so that i can have a good time. when i told my mom i wanted to wear swim shorts instead, she asked me why i wanted to look like a boy. but you know what really sucks? covering up more isn't even a boy thing: guys objectively wear less to the beach, just trunks or speedos, it's just not as "scandalous" or "sexy" when they do it because only the female body is sexualized 24/7. so annoying. even though not every country disallows women from going to the beach shirtless, in my opinion, no matter where i go, it's either a spectacle for men or taboo.

#talking and thinking #radblr #radical feminism #radical feminist safe #radical feminist #radical feminists do interact #gender critical #gender criticism #radical feminist community #sex based oppression #sexism

[supercap2319]

"Ikaris? What are you doing?" Y/N asked, looking down at the Eternal currently sunbathing. His hands were behind him head, exposing his hairy pits and he had sunglasses on his face.

"What does it look like, Duckling? I'm sunbathing."

"Can Eternals even get tanned?" Y/N took the chair next to him.

Ikaris pulled his shades down and exposed his blue eyes to the sunlight. He blinked the spots dancing in his vision away as he turned to Y/N. "Of course we can. We've just never had the chance to do stuff like this." He gestures towards the pool and juice bar nearby.

"You mean sitting here next to a chlorine smelling pool of water next to an overpriced fruity drinks bar, while wearing a tight black speedo?" Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"I mean a vacation. Fun in the sun. And you noticed my speedo?"

"I mean it doesn't leave much to the imagination what you're packing downstairs. And I'm not the only one who's noticed. A couple of women were at the edge of the pool, staring at you and giggling." Ikaris looked and saw that indeed the women were looking at him. One was a pretty blonde in a red bikini. Her friend had gorgeous dark hair and skin as warm and as inviting as cocoa. She wore a purple swimsuit. They saw Ikaris looking at them as they smiled and winked invitingly.

"Looks like someone's got fun times tonight." Y/N noted.

"Oh? Is someone jealous?" Ikaris lit a cigarette.

Y/N used his powers to blow it out. "Not jealous of anything. And you shouldn't smoke. Bad for your lungs. If you have lungs."

"Why are you bothering me again?" Ikaris asked.

Y/N shrugged his shoulders. "I want you to come play with me in the pool."

"Why not ask anyone else?"

"Doing couple shit. Amongst other things."

"I see." Ikaris laid back down.

"Come on, Ikaris. Please? One game of chicken or something."

"Mmm...nah. I'm good as is."

"Fine." Y/N used his magic and pulled Ikaris's shades off his face and on to his own. "You'll have to catch me in the water if you want these back." He ran towards the pool and jumped in.

Ikaris sighed and stood up as he looked at Y/N, eyed flashing golden slightly. "You better hope I don't catch you. Because you're gonna be sorry." He dove into the pool.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #Ikaris #ikaris x reader #ikaris x male reader #richard madden #Richard Madden x male reader #eternals #mcu eternals #sunbathing #pool #vacation

[zeltqz]

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐃 — 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨

୨⎯ fem!reader. smut. wc: 2k. minors do not interact. mikey's friends helps you plan out a beach day and forces mikey to show up. mikey thinks he's being a pervert. but in actuality reader is doing it on purpose.

“I’m not wearing that.” Mikey deadpans at the coral print shorts Sanzu is holding up currently. It’s bad enough that Mikey is being forced to stop his work and come out to the fucking beach—now his stupid colleagues are trying to dress him up too. 

“It’s cute though!” Sanzu protests.

“You wear it then.” Mikey deadpans, then looks at the big hand that’s just been placed on his shoulder. 

Ran smacks the coral shorts from Sanzu’s hands and tosses it to the ground; earning a hard earned scowl from the pink haired male himself. “Put that childish shit away” Ran somehow magically pulls out a tiny speedo from what Manjiro thinks is thin air and hands it gently to Mikey, as if it’s some sacred artifact. “Here, bless the guests with this.”

“You’re both ridiculous. I’m staying in this, and that's that.” 

‘This’ consisted of a simple black tank top and matching long black shorts. It was a plain fit, compared to all his friends who’d decided to come shirtless, but Mikey didn’t mind. 

He liked plain. 

Besides, it’s not like he had anybody to impress. It was just him and his frien—

“You’re finally here! God, we thought you’d never come.”

There’s no way. There’s absolutely no way. Mikey looks up at Ran who refuses to make eye contact; instead, opting on waving you and your friends over.

The sound of footsteps gets louder and before you collide into Mikey, arms wrapping around his body as you hug him from behind. “It’s nice to see you outside finally.” You speak into the back of his shirt, oblivious to the blush creeping up on his face from the close proximity. 

“Yeah…” Everything stands still for Mikey, even his lungs—refusing to take another breath until you’re at least a couple miles away from him. 

Your best friend, Maki, moves past the two of you, straight into the boot of Koko’s car. She tugs the back of Rindou’s shirt, pulling him back towards her, close enough for a whisper. “Did you…bring the stuff?” She asks, looking at the booth, highly disappointed in the contents. 

It’s just a blue cooler, filled with ice and water and popsicles. Nothing amazing. Rindou smiles down at her, the look on his face has her grinning also as she watches him reach into his pocket, pulling out a packet of brownies. 

“Ooh!” Maki reaches out for it only for Rindou to pull back just as fast, lifting it over his head. 

“You’re insane if you think they’re getting in your hands.”

“Wha-why?! I asked for them!”

Mikey drowns out the rest of their conversation and tries his hardest not to focus on the sight of you, standing unnervingly close to him, the bare skin on your arms rubbing against his own, and he suddenly regrets wearing a tank top. 

“Are you excited?” You turn to face him with a smile on your face as you walk over to grab the big cooler from the boot of the car. The others have already started to make their way into the beach, leaving just you and Manjiro alone together. 

Mikey can’t help but think it’s a little weird that they’ve suddenly just “disappeared” into the distance. Sanzu most definitely would’ve waited for Mikey to walk in first, but he shoved that thought aside and subtly takes the cooler from your hands, seeing as you were struggling with it. 

“Thanks Mikey,” you grab onto his shoulder and squeeze it, gently, giving him your best smile. 

He ignores the way his heart stutters at the action and your smile. “Yeah, no problem.” It’s astonishing just how easily he lifts the cooler the long distance from the car to the empty beach spot. 

“Whys it so empty?” Sanzu complains at the lack of people, only a family in the distance, watching their kid cautiously as he picks shells from the ocean. 

“Probably because it’s Sunday.” Koko responds, taking out his sunglasses. “Now, nobody talk to me. I want to tan.”

“I wanna get a tan too.” Maki slips off her shirt revealing her bikini underneath. She flops down next to Koko and pushes him to get more room on the thin blanket Koko brought. 

“Okay, well, I gotta go.” Ran comments, giving you a look that Mikey cannot decipher. You nod your head and start looking through your purse, smiling when you bring out sunscreen. 

“Mikey, can you help me out this on?” You blink at him, holding the blue bottle out in front of him. Mikey is about to protest, telling you to ask someone else to help you but Ran is dragging the others away to some random part of the empty beach. Mikey turns to face Koko who simply shakes his head at him, lifting a hand to tell him no. 

“Well?” 

Mikey makes the mistake of looking into your eyes once more, seeing the pure desperation it holds as you wiggle the bottle in front of you.  “Okay, fine.”

“Thanks Mikey!” You contemplate giving him a kiss on the cheek, but realise that might be a little too far. You sit down on the sand, a hand darting out to wrap around Mikey’s wrist, pulling him down to the ground with you. 

You remain staring at him the entire time he opens the bottle and squirts some sunscreen on his hands, rubbing his palms together before lifting your arm up to gentle rub the lotion into your skin. 

It’s the second time today he’s made the mistake of staring at your face, how you don’t take your eyes off him the entire time. He looks down to see the sunscreen has completely dissolved, the white colour now disappearing and leaving your arm back to its original tone. 

You don’t hesitate lifting your other arm up for him to do the same. 

This isn’t that bad. Mikey thinks. He thought it would’ve been way worse. 

Oh, how wrong he was. 

You turn around, unbuttoning your t-shirt and toss it next to you, then turn around and back yourself way too close for comfort. The curve of your ass rubbing against his shorts as you peek over your shoulder and politely ask him to rub your back. 

Mikey swallows. 

Like actually gulps. 

He eyes the skin on your back, only a thin laced strap connecting the bikini top—only that flimsy material stopping himself from seeing your body. 

He doesn’t respond, instead gets to work, grabbing more sunscreen and rubbing it against his fingers. 

Your back arches from the coldness of the sunscreen, but the warmth from his hands plus the scorching sun warms your back up in no time. He makes quick work, rubbing the lotion across your bare back, slipping his fingers through the strap of your bikini top to get that area too. 

Once he reaches your shoulders, you tilt your head to the side slightly to give him easier access before letting out a soft sigh. “Your hands feel so good, Manjiro.”

“They do?”

“Yeah.”

Mikey doesn’t respond to that. He doesn’t know what to respond. So he stays silent. You initially frown and look over to your friend who shrugs, not knowing what to do either. 

It’s so hard to win Manjiro‘s heart. You’ve been trying for almost two years and he either ignores all your advances, or is too oblivious to them. 

“All done.” Mikey lifts his hands off your shoulders and you smile at him before looking around, thinking of Plan B. He watches you scramble over to the cooler a couple feet away from you, and tries to keep his eyes anywhere but your body. (Your bikini is currently sticking to your ass, leaving one cheek completely exposed). 

His eyes widen once he realises it, looking up at the sky instead, or maybe the ocean looks better? But from the corner of his eye, he can see you kneel as you scour through the cooler, grabbing a popsicle. 

Two popsicles, actually. 

You grab a strawberry one for you, an orange one for him. You crawl your way back to where he is, eagerly handing him the sweet treat. 

“Thanks…” He takes it from you but doesn’t open it. You, on the other hand, eagerly unwrap it and lay down on your back, exposing your body to the sun. 

It’s probably not ideal to eat laying down. But you don’t care. You’re getting desperate at this point. 

“Koko, how’s life going?” You ask, unwrapping the popsicle and taking slow licks from bottom to top. You can feel his eyes on yours—well, on your tongue, flattening it out as you take even slower licks, sucking on the top every time you reach it. 

Mikey completely drowns out the conversation between you, Maki and Kokonoi. Instead, he watches with intense focus as your lips wrap around the tip, pushing the popsicle further down your throat. 

No normal person eats a popsicle like this. 

Right?

No one tries to literally deep throat it. Mikey is confused, but he doesn’t question it, instead tried to not focus on his cock twitching through his shorts. 

Fuck, look somewhere else. It’s hard, but he finally rips his eyes away from you, instead, scanning the beach for signs of his friends. 

On the far end of the beach, Ran and his brother are teaching some kid how to build a sand castle whilst Sanzu kicks it, causing the kid to cry after a couple moments. 

Idiots. Mikey thinks, bringing his gaze back over to the people around him. Maki stands up and stretches, mumbling something before running over to stop Sanzu from breaking that kids heart. 

Koko sighs, following after her. 

Now it’s just you two. 

You turn and face him, popsicle still in your mouth, before you take it out, very slowly. Slow enough for Mikey to see the leftover juice stain your lips red. You lick at your lips, trying to remove it all before you notice the melted popsicle in Mikey’s hand. 

“You didn’t eat it! Now it’s melted.” You complain, pointing at the treat. 

Mikey simply lifts it up, and shrugs. “Oh.”

“You can have mine, if you want.” You hold yours out to him and Mikey looks at you, wondering if this is some sick joke. You’re looking at him, dead serious, as you hand it to him. 

He holds it up for a while, not breaking eye contact with you, and the popsicle starts to dribble red down his arm. “Oh, fuck.” Mikey hands you back the popsicle and is about to wipe the juice from his arm before you hold it out and stop him. 

He wonders what you’re doing, eyes blowing out of his skull when he sees your tongue dart out, licking a long stripe from bottom to top, stopping at his index finger, waiting a couple moments before releasing your mouth from the tip. 

Neither of you say anything, or do anything. 

It’s silent as Mikey takes a second to just process what the fuck. 

“Okay—fuck, come here.” He wipes his hands on his shorts, grabs your hips and pushes you onto his lap. You giggle into the kiss, hands cupping his face as you moan softly into his mouth when his hands slide down from your hips down to your ass. 

“Finally.” You mutter into his lips, breaking the brief makeout to sloppily kiss along the column of his throat. You can feel his Adam’s apple twitch as he swallows, a shaky exhale leaving his lips as his hands come up to your hair to grab at it. 

“How long were you acting oblivious?” You mumble against his skin, sliding your hands up and down his chest before slipping them under his shirt to feel him. 

“I wasn’t—fuck—acting—” He groans when you rub his cock through his shorts and bite at the skin on his neck at the same time. 

“Sure you were.” You giggle, making him swallow once more because your lips tickle and vibrate against his skin. 

You push him down onto the ground, successfully straddling him as you grind your hips down against his hard cock. You lean down once more, taking his lips in a heated kiss. 

It’s not until a loud car honks by the car park that you break the kiss, to look up. A bunch of cars have now pulled up, now the beach will be full. 

“Great.” You sigh, getting off his lap. “Maybe next time?” You brush the hair away from his face, leaning down once more to kiss at his lips before pulling away. 

“Yeah, next time.”

#—tr </3 #✧.* niya™ #✧.* zeltqz. #tokyorev x reader #mikey x reader #mikey smut #sano manjiro smut #sano manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey fluff #tr smut #kantou mikey #kantou manji gang #tokyo revengers smut #mikey drabbles #mikey scenarios #tr x reader #manjiro x reader #tokrev smut #manjiro smut

[riku-izanami]

Costume Chaos

Inside the Team Jnpr Dorm, Blake, Yang, Coco, Velvet, & members of NPR sat around the room waiting for a certain someone to appear in his future Halloween costume.

Jaune: Are you guys ready?

Ren: whenever you are

Nora: Show us what you got jaune-jaune!

Pyrrha: You got this jaune

Yang: *whispering to Coco* wanna beat it's something cheesy

Coco: Your On

Blake & Velvet: Why do I smell blackberry perfume

The bathroom door opened, revealing Jaune Arc, wearing a black cloak with a flared collar. However, what everyone else is paying attention to is the makeup on his face.

Blake: is he wearing...

She didn't get to finish as he threw off his cloak, Revealing what, more so who his costume was

Jaune: SO.....thoughts

Ren:......

Blake: *nose bleed*

Velvet: 0_0

Yang: *laughing* No...Fucking....Way!

Coco: DAMN IT. WHY DID I THINK OF FRANK N FURTER. THIS IS GENIUS!

Pyrrha: *pyrrha.exe stopped working*

Nora: *wolf whistle* LOOKIN GOOD FEAR-LESS LEADER!

Jaune: *blushing* AWW......Shucks

Yang: *in between breaths* So......what....made.....you....think....of this

Jaune: Well.......I what would be the most unique and non overused costume and *gestures to his outfit* this came to mind

Pyrrha:*Pyrrha.exe reactivated* I thought we were doing a group theme

Jaune: We are! Ren is going as Riff Raff, Nora Columbus, and you can be Magenta

Ren: sounds good.

Nora: I'm the fun one!

Pyrrha: Oh she sounds lovely

The other teams looked at him like he was joking

Jaune: What?

Yang: you just said Pyrrha Nikos, the invincible girl, be a maid.....

Jaune: yeah so.?

Velvet: Jaune....She has to be Rocky....

Pyrrha: Who? I'm sorry but I don't know any of these characters

Blake: I'll show you the movie later, but for now, Rocky is Jaune's boy toy

Pyrrha:...0////0 oh

Jaune: Yeah, I thought that too. I mean *in an on-point Frankfurter accent* she is the perfect female specimen.

Pyrrha: *blushing and smiling*

Jaune:....But I don't think she'd be comfortable wearing just a gold bikini.

Pyrrha: but...

Coco, Yang, Blake, & velvet: true/there's a lot of horn dogs here/plus someone may post her on Dustnet

Pyrrha: but....

Jaune: So I got Sun to play him instead

And right on cue, Sun appeared wearing a gold Speedo.

Sun: And I look fantastic

Blake: *full on Geyser nosebleed*

Yang: *whistles* wow, you really put much effort into this.

Jaune: thank you *beaming pridefully* now *back in the accent* Come Rocky~ *he jumps into Sun's arms* we must make you the man you're meant to be

Sun: *carrying him bridal style* dude, if I wasn't bi-curious before..I am now

the two proceed out the door, followed by Pyrrha

Pyrrha: Hey, I wanna be Rocky. Can I be Rocky instead? Please!

Back in the dorm.

Yang:...Is it weird I kinda wanna fuck vb now after that?

Coco: Not really

Blake: I wonder if he wants a Janet too?

Ren: Do you think the staff will allow us to pull this off?

Velvet: probably not?

______________________________________________________________

MEANWHILE, in Ozpin's office

Goodwitch: Excuse me, sir, I've got the test result you asked for

Ozpin: *spinning around in a FrankFurter costume* thank you Glynda, and please, call me Ozzie~

Goodwitch:..........why......

#jaune arc #rwby #lie ren #blake belladonna #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #yang xiao long #coco adel #velvet scarlatina #glynda goodwitch #rwby ozpin #the rocky horror picture show #costume chaos

[infinitywrites]

I Didn't Expect You Part 3 ~ Conrad Fisher

(Part 2) (Masterlist) (Part 4)

synopsis: Y/N never expected it to be the summer that everything changed. Conrad, Belly and Steven were all dealing with the consequences of recent break ups while Jeremiah's wasn't acting like himself. Susannah was undergoing treatment that provided unpredictable health results and kept her loved ones on the edge of tragedy. Had they drained the well of the magic of Cousin's beach? Or could something new fulfil it again?

warnings: multichapter slow burn, warnings will update with every chapter, timeline is both POST S2 and a retelling of S2 with changes, everyone swears A LOT, 4th of July party, THIRST, Cam Cameron, Taylor Jewel, Nicole (sorry to this Queen), Gigi, Marisa and girlfriend, Dara, Conrad's friend Danny (made this character into my own thing), hints of Belly/Jeremiah, I don't know shit about sports

word count: 4,058

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You brush past me in the hallway

And you don't think I, I, I can see ya, do ya?

But what would you do if I went to touch you now?

What would you do if they never found us out?

'Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me

And what would you do, baby, if you only knew?

That I can see you

It was finally here; the reason we'd all come back to Cousin's this summer at all. Susannah's famous 4th of July party was underway in all its glory despite the setbacks of the past year. Everyone had spent the day before running errands and putting up decorations, preparing appetizers and double checking the rest of the seafood catering while the woman of the hour sat on her chaise lounge and orchestrated it all to perfection. I barely talked to Belly and Steven that day let alone Conrad but it wasn't awkward when we were sent on a few errands together or standing side by side chopping veggies again. We all had a common purpose and it felt good. The five of us joined Belly on her night swim before bed that night to clean off the remnants of a productive day.

I pulled out my black swimsuit from the top drawer the next morning and was stopped in the doorway to the bedroom by Belly. "What is that?"

I looked at her for a second, confused before answering, "I'm gonna change into my suit after I shower." I attempted to leave again but she wouldn't move. Belly shook her head and muttered a handful of no no no's. I sighed dramatically, "What's your issue, girly?"

"Why did we go shopping for new bikinis if you aren't gonna wear yours? I learned about complimenting colours for you and look!" She rushed into the bedroom, pulled out the purple one that Taylor had treated her to for her birthday and the coral one hidden at the bottom of my top drawer. Belly held them up together to show me and I could tell she was moments from an adolescent tantrum. "Come on, it's the 4th and they're so pretty! Don't make me do it alone."

"Wear your Speedo with me then!"

"If you brought a cuter one piece, I'd compromise but you only brought two suits and only one of them is cute." She shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world and she's biding her time until I gave in.

She wasn't not wrong but that doesn't mean I made it easy for her. "What has Taylor done to you? We're here for less than a week, what do I need more suits for?"

"For the party, Y/N! You brought this one for the party so don't back down now."

I took the first step and grabbed it from her hands at least as I contemplated. "I feel kinda slutty…"

Belly translated, "Which means you look hot in it, amazing. I agree."

"Who are you right now?"

"Make sure you tell Taylor, she's gonna be so proud of me." She turned away from me to rustle through her drawers and assemble her outfit.

"Belly. It's a family party."

"Other people will be there! Jere said Cam's coming, Dara, Marisa and her girlfriend and then Conrad said something about Danny too. I invited Nicole but she said she wasn't sure and then my dad should be here with Taylor any minute. Lots of people not related to us." She wasn't even looking at me anymore and I didn't know if she'd just gotten good at this or she'd realized that she'd always had me wrapped around her little finger.

I sighed, "If I bring this with me, can I please shower now?"

Belly tosses the next words over her shoulder, mood changed on a dime from her dramatic pout. "Hurry up! Everyone will be here soon."

I groaned dramatically to try and get a final rise out of her but she was in her own world, discovering the perfect holiday fit.

Taylor did congratulate Belly when she arrived even when I insisted I hadn't made my mind up yet on what I was wearing under my dress. It was fun getting ready with the girls again, trading new makeup hacks and exchanging jewelry and shoes like we'd always done in the summers. There were last minute adjustments to our outfits only caught by an objective opinion. We'd all decided that red, white and blue was out this year and we committed to pink, purple and green instead. Taylor said they were meant to stand out and own it. I just always hated red against my skin tone.

I was the last one to get downstairs to greet Uncle John and the 'debs' as we affectionately called them since last summer. Susannah was set up on the outdoor couch in a floppy white sun hat and linen set that made her look like she should be vacationing in someone more tropical. The group of us had perfected the unspoken rotation of checking in with her, refilling her drink or keeping her snacks stocked. She seemed quite happy to lay around and watch the party unfold before her eyes.

Belly dropped her jaw in a silent scream when she saw me in my coral bikini covered up by my sheer white cover dress and squealed as she clapped her hands together, "See? Compromise!"

I just rolled my eyes and prayed no one was paying attention to her insanity. "Yeah, yeah. You look cute too." Her and Taylor were the cut off shorts sisters and they worked it.

The food was incredible, the decorations held up in the breeze and it seemed like we'd pulled it off. We'd managed a normal but perfect set up for Susannah's favourite holiday.

"I probably shouldn't have fucked Liam Meyer again but other than that hot girl summer is a go." The group of girls were sitting by the pool, dipping their feet in or laid back in the lounge chairs while Steven and Jeremiah were already swimming around and dunking each other. I'd always liked Nicole for the most part (if I forgot about her nasty revenge streak) but I would have liked to know less about her sex life. I was the only one though because the rest of the girls were giggling and eager to hear more stories from her.

Belly agreed, "I hear you. I swore to myself I wouldn't get tied down this summer."

Nicole looked surprised but impressed and Taylor smiled at Belly happily, "She's branching out from the Fisher family this year, right Cinderbelly?"

Belly shoved her arm and looked around to see if anyone heard. "Shut up! But…yeah, I guess."

"Good for you, girl. No need to settle for one summer boy when there's lots to choose from…at this party alone." Marisa's eyes were across the pool where Cam Cameron and Danny walked into the yard and waved their hellos around. The girl's attention was distracted by them for a moment.

Belly laughs, "I meant more like eating as much ice cream as I wanted and skipping shaving my legs a few days in a row."

Nicole looks at her friends before nodding, "I mean…that's cute too."

"Hot girl summer can mean whatever you want, Bells." I couldn't hold it back but tried to keep my tone as light as possible and Taylor shot me a grateful smile.

Nicole looked right at me like I must have read her mind, "Exactly. Mine just means the sampling platter of the finest dick that Cousin's Beach has to offer."

Her eyes focused over my shoulder and her mischievous smile grew as she spoke. The girls facing her way giggled loudly and I turned to look at what they saw. It was all the guys climbing out of the pool, looking fucking good because of course they did. I wasn't completely oblivious no matter what Taylor thought. Except Steven because gross but he was definitely being looked at by everyone that wasn't his blood relative. Conrad must have come out of hiding too because there he was, right in the middle of the group pushing the wet hair out of his eyes and laughing at something his friend said. Danny Wilder, who was tall and broad and looking damn good this summer.

I didn't even notice how my head tipped to the side until Taylor smacked my arm and gasped a wicked laugh. "OhmiGod, she's human after all!"

I laughed, "Shut up! You know what? Apparently I'm the only one with balls too." I got up and shrugged my shoulders at them before making a beeline to refill my drink and grab two towels before I spotted Cam and gently hip checked him to get his attention.

He was talking to Danny but quickly flashed his wide smile, "YN!"

I handed them each a towel and smiled back. Danny muttered a quick thanks before being dragged away by Conrad. I thought I heard him complain about why he didn't get towel service. I refocused my attention, "I'm so glad you came."

"Me too. Mrs. Fisher hosts the best parties."

"Good to know you're still as smart as you are sweet." He blushes and smiles. I stepped a bit closer to him and lowered my voice so hopefully he'd be the only one to hear. "Hey, I hope this isn't weird but I didn't get a chance to say anything after you and Belly–"

The poor guy looked so worried for a second, "Oh, that's totally cool now. Belly and I are good."

"No, that's what I mean. You were so great to her in every way and when– Just as someone who loves her and worries about her, you couldn't have handled that situation better. So thank you."

He shrugs as his smile spreads across his face again. "Ah, I got a good mom."

"Never change, Cam Cameron." I held his forearm gently and shook him in the mock threat.

"I'll remember that, Y/N. Thanks."

I nodded, "Can I get you anything? There's frozen virgin margaritas this time."

That sparked his interest. "Oh, actually…"

"Right? My idea and I'm very proud." I walked him over to the drinks table and swore I could feel a prickling on my neck. I looked over my shoulder to check my surroundings but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

The gang started to mingle a bit more after I broke the ice and I saw Cam giggling at something Dara said, Taylor and Steven were essentially beating each other up and if it wasn't so quintessentially them I might have worried. Jeremiah was sitting next to Belly on a lounge chair, trying to cheer her up no doubt. He'd always had a sixth sense for when she needed it most and he'd perfected how to make her smile. He was holding her hands in his lap and her smile was starting to light her face back up. I was smiling at the display when I went to find my own seat and got a glimpse of Nicole trailing her fingers up and down Conrad's abs. I took back what I thought earlier; she had steel ones.

Danny glanced in my direction and we exchanged quick smiles before he looked back at Conrad, who didn't look as happy about Nicole's bold moves as I expected. Next thing I knew, Danny was leaning against the table in front of me and when I looked back in Conrad's direction, he was shooting daggers of betrayal through his eyes at his friend who'd abandoned him. Danny Wilder was either stone cold or completely oblivious.

"Hey." Definitely oblivious if I judged that sweet smile correctly.

"Hi." I couldn't help but smile back again.

"I just, uh, wanted to say thank you for the towel. I didn't know your hostess skills were at the 'anticipation of needs' level." Just when the smile was drifting off my face, it came back with a vengeance.

"I mean, I was taught by the best." I gestured towards Susannah on her couch throne and noticed Conrad looking over his shoulder at us with a look of bewildered disgust. He was such a fucking drama queen and all it really made me want to do was flirt with his cute friend more.

Danny's focus was steadfast, unlike my own and it was exhilarating. He deserved my undivided attention. "That's true. You could pass it down the family line or charge for your services."

My eyes narrowed but the smile didn't leave my face, "You wanna pay me to bring you a towel?"

He paused and contemplated, "Yeah, that sounded way better in my head." The thing about Danny was that he was smart, as smart as Conrad or Steven but he wasn't trying to prove anything. If he said something stupid, his ego was never bruised and he was the first one to laugh at himself, not unlike sweet Cam Cameron who embraced his awkwardness and seemed to grow more into his own confidence every day.

I decided to throw him a bone, "How's school?"

He took a deep breath, "It's…a lot but I knew that going in. I mean, I love it so…"

"You're lucky." The sincerity between us was refreshing. Conversations with him had always been easy.

"Actually, I'm playing a little around Cousin's if you wanna come check it out. Conrad's supposed to play backup if he decides to get off his ass this summer." The idea piqued my interest. I could never call myself a baseball fan but baseball players…

"I never agreed to that!" At the mention of his name, Conrad yelled his interruption and practically galloped over to where we stood.

He claimed his territory by slinging his arm around Danny's shoulders and plastering on a smile that didn't reach his eyes right in my direction. "Besides, what the fuck are you guys talking about me for? I thought you were flirting."

We were embarrassed for exactly two seconds before we exchanged exasperated gestures at Conrad's fuckery. Danny shoved him and I rolled my eyes, "Fuck off, bro."

Conrad laughed in his direction, "Jeez, sorry. Y/N is leaving on Monday anyway. So too bad, so sad."

Danny's face falls in disappointment, "Shit, really? I thought you guys usually stayed for the summer."

I shrugged and regretted the short term plans for the first time since I'd gotten there. "Yeah, it's just been a busy year."

Danny nodded in understanding and Conrad looked between us before shouting at the top of his lungs, "Who's down for chicken?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, "You hate chicken." Everyone around them was hooting and hollering in agreement.

"No, you hate chicken. Let's go!" His crazy eyes had gotten out of control and I wasn't convinced he didn't suggest it just to piss me off. So I sat down on the pool's edge in protest and Danny asked if he could join me. We watched the first few rounds and I decided it was a way better game to watch than to play. No bruises on your arms or thighs from overzealous team members and I could even stay dry if I wanted.

Taylor tried to claim Steven at one point but he dodged her, "Not this time, Taylor. I want a fighting chance." He swam over to my direction and I sighed. He smiled expectantly, "Come here, you."

"You know I'm not good at this game."

"You're better than Taylor."

Taylor splashed him, "I can't believe you're being mean right now." She swam away and I resigned myself to my fate.

Steven splashed Taylor back but he was too close to Danny and we got sprayed . "Shit! I'm an idiot, sorry guys." I stood up to take my cover dress off before I slid into the pool. I saw Danny wave Steven off as he laughed.

I splashed him back gently and smiled, "It's fine. Go ask Cam if he's down."

"Oh, excellent idea."

I shouldn't have been surprised that it ended up being a chicken tournament in the end. There were too many varsity athletes at this party. Belly and Conrad alone could have been the driving competitive force so when I kicked him in the chest on accident, he said he was making it his mission to take me out. Jeremiah and Belly were a formidable team which surprised no one no matter how much shit his brother gave him. The teams weren't set at first but the strongest pairs stuck together after a while. Cam and Dara bowed out early due to weak arms and bad balance, their words, but they were giggling when they admitted it. Belly was determined to get Marisa and her girlfriend, Sarah eliminated as soon as possible which took a while but in true Conklin fashion, was a success. Taylor had abandoned the whole thing for snacks and I was so jealous.

Next up was Conrad and Nicole against Steven and I and as much as I wanted to do my best for Steven, expectations were low. Cam had taken up the mantle of announcer while Danny handled the scoreboard and refereeing. Nicole and I climbed onto the boys shoulders and looked at each other to exchange a friendly smile.

"Ooh! Here, let me help you with that." Nicole brushed Conrad's wet bangs from his forehead and he muttered a thanks. It looked like him and Steven were having a silent conversation.

"I thought you quit football last year, Con? I swear I've got more wiggle room up here than last year." She then made her point by wiggling her hips in place. The stones.

My brows raised against my will, I stifled a chuckle and tried to cover the reaction by joining in, "Funny, I think you lost weight, Stevie."

"If you think I won't dunk you right now…" Steven threatened as Conrad laughed at his expense.

Cam made his round announcement and read off the current score from Danny's phone. I squared myself on Steven's shoulders and took a deep breath while the boys shit talked until it got ridiculous.

"I'm gonna make you hate this game even more than you already do, Y/N!" Conrad spat and I just stared back at him for a second before I heard Cam yell 'GO!'.

I almost had that shit in the bag, Steven laughing maniacally, and Conrad must have known it too because all of the sudden when Nicole was starting to tip, I was distracted by a ticklish feeling on the bottoms of my feet under the water. I tried to squirm away while concentrating on the game but ultimately, I squirmed right off Steven's shoulders and into the water.

"What the fuck, Y/N?" Steven exclaimed in defeat and went to complain to Danny and Cam.

"You fucking cheater…" I came up from the water and spluttered. Conrad was laughing and high fiving Nicole.

Next thing I knew he was holding his hand out to me, "Come 'ere. I'll try and give you a fighting chance. You're embarrassing yourself at this point."

I scoffed at his offer, "Fuck off, I took Taylor down!"

I had no intention of replacing Nicole on his team but he grabbed me around the middle and dragged me along with him as he nodded placatingly, "There's the energy we need! Keep that up."

I wondered if Nicole had told him she wanted an out because when I looked around the pool I saw her getting out entirely.

Conrad whistled, "Jere! You and me, let's go. Pick your best fighter." The fucker wasn't wrong and we did beat Belly and Jeremiah. It was the first time I knocked Belly off balance but I still didn't know what Nicole was talking about, Conrad wasn't any bigger or stronger this summer. There were better ways to hit on him.

In the end, the championship went to Belly and Jeremiah even after mine and Conrad's temporary victory. They both shoved it in Conrad's face mercilessly and I couldn't help but enjoy every second. He called me a traitor when I wasn't shy about how much joy it gave me to see him lose even if I was right there along with him. Luckily it didn't trigger a bad mood like it might have done a few years prior and we all celebrated with crab legs and cake.

I was tossing my paper plate into the trash when Danny found me again equipped with puppy dog eyes, "I feel bad."

"Cause I lost the chicken tournament? Don't. Conrad's the one who needs someone to help nurse his war wounds." I nodded in his direction where he was chugging a margarita.

Danny looked back at him and chuckled softly, "Oh, believe me I know."

Conrad called from a few feet away, "I'm still pissed at you for dropping the ball!"

His focus turned back to me, "But that's not why. You asked me about school and that idiot interrupted before I could reciprocate. So are you excited? Stanford, right?"

I was surprised he remembered. "Good memory. I'm excited, I'm just also…trying not to think about it at all, you know? I don't wanna freak myself out."

"Oh, no. Believe me. That's smart. It's a lot of pressure and you gotta move to the west coast on top of everything." He nodded and blew out a breath.

I narrowed my eyes as my smile grew, "Are you saying, hot shot pitcher destined to go pro, Danny Wilder, was nervous about starting at Northeastern?"

Danny blushed and it looked good against his tan skin. He tried to laugh through it but before he could respond Conrad poked his head between us again. It was inevitable.

"Did he tell you that he sweat through his new uniform in the first practice?" Danny's shoulders slumped as his head turned towards Conrad's grin. "Honestly, bro, you should probably get that checked out."

I just focused my gaze at the grass for a moment before I tore into Conrad again. But it wasn't necessary.

Danny squared his shoulders as he looked at his friend, "You're just pissed because you gave up your football scholarship and went pre med instead. Not to mention your fastball was always a half second behind mine." Danny shrugged at his expense and I saw the moment Conrad froze. He scoffed and pushed his friend too hard to pretend it was a joke anymore.

My eyes closed as I sighed and I was treated to the sight of poor Danny's bewildered face when I opened them, calling out to his friend. "Connie, come on, man…"

We watched him stalk back into the house. "Ignore him. He's been like that for a while."

Danny was still focused on Conrad's path, "Do you think…? He knows he's a great ball player. I swear, I say that shit to him all the time."

I did my best to reassure him, "I know. You didn't do anything wrong, I promise."

He finally looked back at me and sighed. "Okay. Only because you said so."

"Wow. Some power I have." The spirit of our back and forth had lost most of its momentum.

"I'd say but uh, could you go check on him anyway? Maybe I'm just soft but I'm gonna feel shitty until he comes back and I think you could convince him." His brown eyes were pleading and it was so unfair. He was pulling a Steven.

I scoffed a laugh and meant to say under my breath, "Why does everyone think I'm the Conrad whisperer all of a sudden?"

Danny furrowed his brow in confusion, "Sorry?"

I mentally slapped myself out of my own thoughts and nodded in his direction. There was no way I was ever getting out of this. "Only because you're such a good friend. He barely deserves you."

The sincerity in his voice was so pure it hurt. "Thank you. I'll take that as a compliment…I think." A real smile came out at the end and it brought out mine too.

"You should."

"If it helps, tell him I'm an idiot and his arm was always better than mine." Danny pauses for a moment, "Which isn't true but…" He made a shushing gesture and I laughed softly.

"Yeah, not a chance. I draw the line at inflating his ego."

His eyebrow quirked up, "But not mine?"

I debated with myself for a moment, "Uh, to be determined, I guess."

Danny hummed, "Okay. Good luck."

The laugh that escaped my lips wasn't as sincere as he was as I focused on the sliding door, "I'm gonna need it."

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Raven's Halloween Party

Summary: Halloween parties are only fun if you try and summon real ghosts, especially if you're really really drunk.

Warnings: Spicy! Modern One Piece AU Raven throws another Halloween Party! Let this be a warning to not drink and summon demons, play responsibly ~ Eustass Kid X Female Monster Reader, drinking, ouija board playing/summoning, risky sex, oral (Eustass receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, facial spray and play, cum eating, all the cum play, bit of degradation/name calling, dom reader pretty much. Word Count: 3.3K

Succubus – a demon entity known as one who wanders the Earth that are attracted to and use men. Since Succubi need semen on to thrive, they form a bond with a man after seducing and sleeping with them repeatedly to solidify the bond, in exchange for semen, the Succubus cannot harm, maim or kill the man. The most common way that Succubus find their prey is through dreams, however, on occasion, they can be summoned through other means.

“I ain’t a pussy! Let’s fucking summon a demon or some shit,” Eustass Kid drunkenly shouted in the middle of the Halloween party he was at.

Killer, Wire, Heat and Law all looked at Kid incredulously. No one had called him a pussy and the conversation was brought upon by Law asking the crew if they believed in ghosts. The costumed crowd dispersed around the group and only a few people remained.

Kid yanked off his metal helmet and shook his head, spraying sweat on Killer and Heat. His red hair stuck in clumps but he didn’t seem to care, putting his costume accessories on the floor and shot gunned his beer.

“So what the fuck are we waiting for?”

The party hostess wearing a rose gold witch costume gave them an old Ouija board and some texts she had on occult topics, told the group to have fun and if they left the room in any state of chaos, she would personally beat the shit out of each and every one of them. And they would owe her cleaning and repair costs.

“Why ya leavin’ – ain’t you a witch?” Kid yelled out before she closed the door.

“My magic is not performative and I don’t do summoning’s with drunken idiots. When you’re sober, we can talk,” she simply responded before flouncing out of the room. The sound of music was raised and they could hear the party getting lively again.

Kid shrugged his shoulders and held up the case of beer he pulled from the kitchen, walking towards the group at the round table. The group consisted of Kid, Killer, Wire, Heat, Law, Sanji, Zoro, Franky, Robin, Perona, and Bartolomeo. The Ouija board sat in the middle with the books stacked neatly beside, a large black candle on a tall candelabra dimly lit the room, but it gave enough light to see the board and each other’s faces.

“Can we all agree to play with honor? No fucking around with the planchette?” Law looked around the table but his eyes lingered on Kid.

“Fuck off, not gonna try nothin!” Kid scoffed, crushing a beer can. To seal the truce, everyone shot gunned a beer and Kid complained he wouldn’t do the ‘demon bullshit’ without a drink in hand. In both hands he brought back another double pack of beer and bottle of liquor.

“Gee Kid, hope you’re not compensating for anything,” Killer dryly said, his arms crossed over his bare torso as the leaves stuck to his body did nothing for the crisp temperature.

With an annoyed pout, Perona shrugged off her fuzzy overcoat from her villainess costume but Franky put up a hand to stop her. He took off his overly large coat and handed it to Killer, sitting back down in his speedo and bowtie, in a couples costume with Robin as a famous romantic, gothic couple.

“Franky darling, always a gentleman,” Robin leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Everyone placed a finger on the planchette and settled over the Ouija board. For a solid minute, nothing happened.

“I think we need to ask if a presence is willing to speak to us,” Robin smiled at the others.

“Oh! Okay, hey Mr. Ghost – or Missus Ghost if yer a girl, it don’t matter either way! But if you’re here, can you let us know?” Bartolomeo barked out.

Kid was going to close his eyes, but he kept his mouth shut when he felt a subtle movement on the board, like a magnet was pulling him across the wood stain surface. Everyone without hidden faces looked in utter shock as they collectively felt the planchette move them to the corner of the board. The corner that said: YES.

Kid’s silence lasted less than 10 seconds, “Are you hot?”

The planchette did not move.

“I can’t tell if that’s an answer…”

The planchette did not move.

“Good going Eustass-ya, you scared our guest,” Law snapped.

“Pussy!”

Sanji took a sip of his cocktail, “I think it was a valid question.”

The group moved the planchette back to the center and Killer took the lead. “Do you have a name?”

The planchette moved across the board: Y/N.

“Do you remember how you died?”

NO.

“Do you know where you are?”

YES

“Are you from here?”

NO.

“Can you prove to us you’re real and not one of these assholes playing a prank?” Kid interrupted, bored of the line of questioning.

The planchette stopped moving and everyone stared at it in anticipation.

Nobody moved, nobody batted an eye, nobody said a word.

Then Kid’s open beer was knocked into his lap, spilling through his admittedly few armor plates and clothes underneath the costume layers.

“OH FUCK OFF!” Kid screeched, abruptly rising from his seat, and pulling his finger off the planchette.

“You can’t break the communication like that!” Perona yelled angrily after the redhead who stomped into the adjoining bathroom to clean himself off.

“Sh-should we stop?” Bartolomeo sounded spooked behind his costume.

“I mean…we asked for a demonstration and we got it. Do we want to push our luck?” Heat chimed in.

Everyone at the table carefully considered each other as they waited for Kid to return.

“Well nothing ominous has happened since Kid walked away from the session so I can assume there is a way to rectify this without repercussions,” Robin finally offered.

“Nah nah I wanna have words with it!” Kid walked out of the bathroom, stripped of his bottoms save for a speedo. He took off all the metal plates of his armor and stacked them with the rest of his costume in the corner, keeping the extreme crop top on.

“I think we’re the only ones who didn’t get the Speedo memo,” Perona elbowed Zoro.

“I’m not wearing any underwear,” Zoro shrugged in his monk robes.

“EW! ZORO! THAT’S NOT CUTE!”

Robin giggled, “I’m not wearing underwear either.” Franky let out a supportive cheer with a possessive arm over Robin’s shoulder.

Perona looked perturbed while Sanji pulled from the planchette to grab tissue from the bathroom and clean up his sudden bloody nose.

Law rubbed his temples from behind his slasher costume, “You’re all liabilities. Messing with this board could have terrible implications if we don’t properly end this session. Everyone get back in your seats!”

Wire passed Law a beer and opened it with one free hand, “Chill out, serial mood killer.”

Properly regrouped, they tried to summon the spirit that spoke to them but after a ten minute silence they said goodbye and properly ended the session.

“Well that was anticlimactic,” Sanji lit a cigarette.

“Ittsa scam. I bet serial killer surgeon here knocked the table to make the beer fall over,” Kid sneered at Law.

“I swear I didn’t! You pissed it off with your crappy attitude,” Law shot back.

“One more try. Kid will behave himself, right?” With a kick under the table, Kid grunted affirmatively.

The group tried again. After five minutes, something answered them.

“Are you the same spirit as before?”

YES.

“We are sorry for our rude friend. We appreciate you willing to try again,” Killer said firmly. “Are you friendly?”

YES.

“Can you tell us anything?”

The group watched with wide eyes as the planchette moved and began spelling out an answer.

WANT.

“What do you want?”

CONTRACT.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

“For what?”

LIFE.

Perona shrieked causing Zoro to spill his beer, he briefly lifted his finger before planting it right back on the planchette, nervously glancing around the others to see if they noticed.

“OK! That’s gonna do it for me,” Sanji stubbed his cigarette. “End it please!”

“Don’t be a pu—” Kid’s taunt was cut short when the table began to rattle. “OI WHAT THE FUCK!?”

“Respectfully, we need to say goodbye!” Killer shouted and they collectively moved the planchette to the goodbye marker on the board.

The table rattled for a few more seconds before it ended.

The party goers looked at each other before rising from their seats, eager to get back to the party. Kid lingered in the room, not wanting to put back on the still wet, and tedious components of his costume. Killer told Kid to hang tight and he would see if the hostess had any clothes or a blanket she no longer wanted.

Throwing himself on the couch in the room, Kid drank directly from the bottle he stole as he let his mind get hazy. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he heard a light tapping on the door.

“Enter!” he called out, assuming it was the party hostess with the clothes. Through his bleary and smudged eyes, he could see a woman in a pink colored costume approaching him. “Y’got somethin’ for meee?” he drawled.

The figure didn’t say anything but she gently pulled the bottle from his hand and put it on the ground. Then, she straddled his lap.

“I doooo,” she cooed in his ear, pressing her pink corset into his torso. “Want to have some fun, big guy?”

“I like fun,” Kid grinned stupidly. “Like yer costume – what are ya…uhh demon fairy??” his fingers curled around the horns sprouting from her scalp. “Feels real, you a makeup artist or something?”

She didn’t answer, only quietly purred and pressed herself intimately closer to him, shamelessly rubbing herself softly against his crotch. He wasn’t not interested. He was always down for a quickie. His hands moved down to cup her near-bare ass. The short shorts she was wearing scarcely covered her cheeks but he loved the plump feeling in his hands as he squeezed.

“What’s your name?” he husked, answering her rutting with his own.

“Y/N.”

That made him pause, the name sounded familiar but in that moment, drunk and horny were fighting for dominance in his mind. The fighting ceased as Y/N pressed soft lips against his and he answered with eagerness.

“’sa pretty name,” he groaned as his speedo felt unbearably tight. “I’m Kid.”

“I know,” she whispered in his ear before kissing down his jaw. “Had my eye on you from the moment I saw you,” she nipped his neck.

“Been watching me all night?”

“Not all night but I plan to keep you for the rest of it,” she giggled.

“Sounds good to me,” he thrusted his tongue down her throat as he pulled his cock free of its confines, slowly jerking himself as the mysterious woman humped his muscled thigh. He could feel hot wetness leak through the sheer fabric as she moaned into his ear.

He didn’t have to prompt her, she slid down off his lap and started licking and kissing his cock before taking him in her hands and blowing him. Kid let his head hang on the cushion as Y/N bobbed up and down on him, enjoying the impromptu blowjob. The thrill of someone walking in on them high.

He didn’t care.

Kid grabbed the back of her hair and pushed her face down until she was gagging. He allowed himself a few more shallow thrusts before popping her off and bringing her mouth to his. As he desperately kissed her, his free hand ripped the seam of her shorts freeing her juicy pussy. His fingers pumped into her hot cunt as she whimpered into his mouth.

“Is not enough!” she finally whined, bouncing desperately on his fingers. “Need your cock!”

“Then sit on it, slut!” he growled, pulling his fingers out and aligning his cock to her entrance. Kid was left gaping as she slammed her hips down, sheathing him completely. She let out a pleased cry.

“So fffuuuullll,” she moaned. Grinding herself on him, she kept his head at an angle with her fist in his hair, smothering his lips with her own. Kid struggled where to grab her, wanting to feel and pinch all of her at once but settled for smoothly gliding his hands around her body and giving generous squeezes over his favorite areas.

Each squeeze elicited a honeyed moan from the demon fairy woman, each moan accompanied by a rabid binge of slamming her hips flush to him, her walls squeezing his cock in a vice grip. With a snarl, his fingers dug into her skin to anchor himself from finishing so quickly, he stilled his hips but that didn’t stop her as she fucked him even faster.

“Iiiii neeeeeedddd yoooouuuuuu,” she wailed, pressing herself down on him as much as she could, grinding on him to deepen his reach. “PPPLLLLEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSEEEEE!!!”

With a burst of stamina, Kid grabbed her hips and rapidly thrust upwards overtaking her pace. That tipped her into a scream as she clamped on him tighter than before, her walls convulsed eerratically.

“OOHH – FUCK!” Kid breathed through his nose as he came inside her while she kept grinding on him. Like she was milking him. Using him. Not that he was complaining as he shut his eyes and let it happen, lightly grunting as the pleasure shot through him with each rope. Feeling the stickiness against her walls as it started to flow down.

“Do I need to buy you Plan B or somethin?”

Y/N giggled, “No, it’s ok. I can’t get pregnant.”

“Ah birth control?”

“Sure.”

“Cool,” he sighed, helping her move off him. She settled on the ground between his legs, and to his shock began licking his cock clean of the leftover seed that had dripped on him. He found that real fucking hot. Could feel himself eager for round two as her lips pursed around his tip, popping off with a crisp sound.

“I knew you’d have a big dick,” she smiled, moving to sit on his lap. Her thigh kept his cock upright. She moved her fingertips over the head when she saw some cum bead at his slit, “Wanna be fuck buddies? I have a high libido and I’m hoping you can match that.”

A line of drool spilling from his open mouth as he felt hypnotized under her touch. Nodding, “I’ll leave you exhausted and bruised up if you want.”

“I want my brains fucked out. Daily,” she said, forming a fist and giving him one full stroke. He keened into her hold, needy for more. “Whenever I want.”

“Put me on your speed dial.”

She started a lazy but firm pace, “I’m into a lot of things, I need a brave man.”

“I’ll teach you things you’ve never heard of,” Kid husked.

Y/N tripled her pace, stopping to twirl around his tip a few times and smearing more precum down his shaft.

“I don’t want you fucking anyone else. I’ll cut your dick off.”

“Jealous kind eh? That’s fair I suppose. Same goes for you, or are you a dirty whore who likes to be used by a lot of hot guys?”

She held him by the base of his cock, with her free hand she tugged on his sack tautly, “And girls. I’m down for monogamy. I prefer it actually. We have a bond?”

“If I say yes can will you let me cum on your pretty face?”

“I’ll let you cum anywhere you want, anytime you want. I crave your cum. In me. On me. Oozing out of my holes,” she gave his sack a twitch of a tug before letting go, and fisted his cock until it was deep red.

Y/N let him take control of his orgasm as his hand replaced hers, jerking off furiously as she settled in front of him with her eyes closed and her mouth wide open.

With shaky groans, Kid shot all over her face, fascinated by the way the ropes dangled in thin strands as they fell from the peaks of her cheek, nose, and chin, drizzling downwards. He watched through lidded eyes as she licked around her lips, seeing the creamy seed spread on her tongue and slide down her throat. The way she smeared the cum on her face with her fingers and then lapped it off her hands had him hard all over again.

Her hot mouth was on him immediately and for the first time in his life, Eustass Kid let out a whimper at the overstimulation. Y/N pushed him back into the couch and mounted him once more.

The Halloween party had reached its peak and the house was booming with music and laughter. None the wiser of the pleasured howls and demonly groans that came from the sequestered room.

Kid’s skin felt on fire and he felt like he was treading water with how sweaty and tired he felt before Y/N had her fill. He’d never had a partner with stamina that could match his, much less wear him out. She said she wanted to leave the room first. He didn’t give a shit but he was a nice enough guy to respect a girl’s boundaries.

“When can I see you again?” he leaned against the wall completely naked.

“Don’t you worry, I’ll find you soon enough. Gotta establish some things first. See you later, Kid,” she kissed him softly, tied a lanky towel around her waist, and snuck out of the room.

With a snort, Kid went back to the couch and wondered if he had a fever dream or something. There was no possible way that just happened. That NO ONE had stopped by, not even Killer who was supposed to bring him back clothes. Kid had checked before Y/N left too, no clothes had been left in the hallway for him. Looking around for his phone, he pulled it out from between the soiled couch cushions and realized the time.

It hadn’t been more than half an hour since the Ouija board game had ended.

“What the—” Kid was interrupted by sharp knocking on the door.

“Enter?”

Killer passed in with clothes in hand. The blonde, still wearing Franky’s suit jacket, kicked the door close and threw the clothes at Kid.

“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NAKED AND ERECT!”

“Met a freaky little demon and rocked her underworld,” Kid smirked, looking at the pile in his lap. “You probably ran into her as she made her escape. Had horns, a towel around her waist?”

Killer tilted his head at the redhead, “There was no one in the hallway. I didn’t see anyone wearing a towel leave the party.”

“She’s hot as fuck, no way you missed her.”

“Whatever, you probably had a wet dream. God please don’t tell me you ruined the couch…”

Kid tuned out Killer’s complaining as he got dressed. Confused at how a dame like her had gotten in and out of the party unnoticed. Masking the caked fluids with beer and leaving an apology note with cash paper clipped to it, the two friends left the room and rejoined their friends.

Soon after the crew left and Kid felt haunted. No one he asked at the party recalled the woman he described, nor her outfit. As if she didn’t exist. Without much energy in him, he bid his friends goodnight as he went home and to bed.

Tossing and turning for a few hours, Kid couldn’t get the woman out of his mind. Not the soreness of his body, nor the abnormally light feeling in his testicles.

With a sigh, he opened his phone and thumbed through the photos to see if he had caught a picture of her. When he found no success, he resigned to himself that it was in fact a wet dream. Before he turned off his phone, he clicked on his contact list when he noticed an update notification.

There was a new contact in his phone – Y/N.

Sorry for the late post but yay we won :}

#eustass kid #kinktober 2023 #raven's bingo board #raven's halloween party #one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #swampstew stories #eustass kid smut #swampstew bedtime stories #eustass kid x reader #eustasscaptainkid #tw dark content #tw dom/sub #tw monsterfucking #monster reader #cw breeding

[thebisexualdogdad]

Can you do more sugar baby evan x sugar daddy male reader

Sugar baby!Evan Buckley x Sugar daddy!male reader

● you met Evan at a bar known for sugar babies looking to find sugar daddies

● he had talked to a few men throughout the night but as soon as he saw you he knew exactly what he wanted

● "haven't seen you around here before," You say when you hand him another glass of the drink you had seen him drinking all night

● "I'm new in town and looking to meet new people"

● "well then why don't we go somewhere more private and get to know each other"

● you got to know each other very well that night

● in just a matter of weeks Evan was enjoying all the benefits of being your sugar baby

● fancy dinners at the most exclusive restaurants while dressed in the nicest suit and ties

● shopping sprees with your credit card

● a brand new luxury car

● and weekend getaways on your private jet

● Evan absolutely loves the water

● he does laps every morning in your pool that overlooks the city

● he always gets out of the pool like a damn model (sometimes he's wearing a very tight speedo and sometimes he's wearing nothing at all)

● which leads to plenty of hot morning sex

● he loves day trips out on your yacht

● not only does he get to go for a swim in the ocean but he also gets pampered by all your staff

● and his favorite vacations are those that are beachside

● Evan loves his designer robe you got him

● he's always sending you pictures of him wearing it, teasing you with his exposed chest

● you'll be in a meeting at work in the middle of the afternoon and you'll get a picture of him with the caption 'just woke up, still thinking of all the fun we had last night''

● he has a huge following on social media

● his thirst traps have accumulated a lot of attention from other sugar babies who want to be like him and sugar daddies who want to date him

● he also posts a lot of pictures bragging about all the expensive gifts you give him

● of course he has plenty of skimpy lingerie he wears for you

● you come home from work and he's walking around your house in just a thong (occasionally paired with a matching corset)

● Evan has the stamina to go all night in the bedroom

● and his oral skills are out of this world

● he will happily spend hours between your legs making you cum again and again

● he knows how much you love his tits and his ass

● so he loves to tease you by showing off his best assets especially in public

● wearing short shorts or tight pants that make his ass look even bigger

● and mesh shirts that you can see his tits through

● you can't even count how many public places you've fucked him in because he makes it so impossible to keep your hands off of him

● Evan spends a lot of time at the gym, you have a home gym in your mansion but he likes going to a private gym with lots of other rich guys you know and make them jealous that they aren't the lucky one dating him

● you get so many texts from them begging to let them take your baby out on a date

● you asked Evan once if it was something that he would be interested in

● but his response was "You're the only daddy that I need"

#911 imagine #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #x male reader #headcanons

[fuckyeahpedropascal]

Your Pedro Boys matrix things are fantastic and spot on! If you haven’t already done it, may I suggest the underpants (or lack there of!!) matrix?

Pedro boys underwear matrix

Sweet anon! I'm sorry this request took so long. I actually made the matrix super quickly, but didn't have time to write the commentary. I had an absolute blast making this one, thank you so much for sending it in! If you're not familiar with each underwear type (I definitely was not), here's a cheatsheet.

Debate and discussion encouraged as always!

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Commando

Javier, Oberyn, Ezra, Pero

The only canonical proof we have regarding underwear for Pedro boys is that Javier goes commando, and we thank the writers of Narcos for that. For Oberyn, it's all about easy access, whereas the space/medieval gremlins obviously forgo undergarments because it means more laundry. And they never do laundry.

Briefs

Javi G, Max P, Silva, Nico

We saw how cute Javi G is in his little Speedo's, you can't tell me he doesn't wear briefs. For Max P and Nico, I could just imagine these extra bitches to strut around their home in their briefs. For Silva, he's in the saddle all day, he doesn't want anything longer rolling up as he rides.

Boxer briefs

Frankie, young Joel, Jack, Marcus P

I'm biased here because I prefer boxer briefs on men, and all these boys give me major boxer briefs vibes. Young Joel in particular, just imagine him wearing them with the inside out tshirt when he stumbles out of bed on a morning Sarah's away to visit her grandparents 🫠

Boxers

Dieter, Max L, The Thief, Dave

Dieter is our comfort king, and you know he wears loose boxers under his bathrobe. @imaswellkid made the very valid point that Max L wears pinstripes boxers, so does Dave probably - very dad of them. The Thief definitely wears boxers under a pure silk kimono when he prowls about his mansion.

Midway briefs

Din, older Joel, Marcus M, Tim

Our modest tin can man would probably wear long johns under his flight suit if he could, but since it's not an option, let's say he wears midway briefs. Older Joel is probably (misguidedly) a bit insecure about his dad bod and probably wants some extra support with the extra length on the midway briefs. Whereas for Marcus M and Tim, I don't know why, but I'm imagining them walking around in midway briefs with their respective tac vest and shoulder holsters and I'm feeling pretty good about myself right about now 🫠

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe #pedro boys #pedro pascal matrix #tlou #the last of us #joel miller #narcos #javier pena #game of thrones #oberyn martell #the mandalorian #din djarin #mando #triple frontier #frankie morales #dave york #marcus moreno #marcus pike #javi gutierrez #tim rockford

[onehundredflamingos]

@jegulus-microfic

23 / wash / 421 words

“James!” Regulus called from inside the front door. He didn’t know if he should laugh at the absurdity of what James was doing, or be embarrassed that all of their neighbors were probably watching. “James, what are you doing?”

“Huh?” James called back over the loud music. “I thought you wanted me to wash the car!”

Regulus stepped outside, not wanting to keep shouting over the stereo.

“Yeah but why are you —,” Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. “James, you’re not wearing any clothes.”

James looked down at himself before looking back up to meet Regulus’ eyes. “Yes, I am, this is a swimsuit!”

“For who? A six year-old?”

“Aw, Reg, you don’t like my Speedo?” He ran his hand along the front, brushing soap suds everywhere, a pout on his perfect lips.

Regulus shook his head, biting back a smile. “No, I don’t,” he lied.

“What about… when I do this?” James asked, grabbing the sponge out of the soap bucket and leaning over the hood of the car. He reached as far forward as he could, standing on his tiptoes and stretching out to wash the window.

Regulus sat down on the front steps, staring at James’ ass the entire time. He decided he may as well sit and enjoy the show, if James was so intent on putting one on. “You look like you’re in a music video!”

James immediately began shaking his ass in time to the music, and Regulus let out a startled laugh as he looked across the street to see if any of their neighbors were busy peeking their heads out their windows.

James beamed, knowing that he got Regulus to laugh — the way he always lit up when Regulus was happy — and climbed up onto the car, this time leaning back, rubbing the sponge down his chest and stomach, covering his entire body in suds. He writhed on the car, singing along to whatever song was on, Regulus sitting back to watch for as long as he could manage.

“Let’s go,” Regulus said suddenly, putting his hand out for James to take. James looked perplexed for just a split second before registering the heat in Regulus’ gaze. He clasped his hand in Regulus’ and allowed himself to be pulled down off the car.

“You want me to wash you next, babe?” James asked with a smirk, tossing the sponge back into the bucket.

Regulus led James back into the house and straight to the tub.

“Something like that.”

#james WOULD wash a car in a Speedo #I stand by that #and Reg would be embarrassed #up until he was rightfully turned on #jegulus #james x regulus #jegulus microfic #marauders era #starchaser #marauders fanfiction #soft jegulus

[windenbro]

SPRING CLEANING

I can’t believe it’s almost spring. Anyway my obsessive need to organize and clean things has resulted in this. It really spawned from me noticing that I made a mistake and added one swatch twice on a pair of jeans...and then I was like well might as well go through literally every piece of CC I’ve made and reorganize and clean up everything! Normal and sane behavior! 

What’s new:

Everything now has a custom thumbnail for each swatch. This took approximately 10 million years please respect me.

Everything has been grouped together in CAS in an order that I think sorta makes sense/is almost chronological by release? Idk it’s better than it just being in random places lol. 

There were a couple swatches that needed to be updated (the jeans I mentioned before, the black swatch on a speedo that was not actually black etc etc) 

I tried to make sure all the outfit categories were consistent and actually made sense. I probably still missed some but it’s certainly better than it was before.

By popular request the La Viande shirts have all been converted to accessory tops now. Personally I don’t think they make much sense by themselves (I, and I assume many of you, use Luumia’s BODEII default replacement top and it frankly looks very ugly on that just because of where the bottom hem falls...it’s awkward) BUT I think there’s still a good use case for them layered under other things so I went ahead and added them for you guys.

I completely replaced the WHO WEARS set...again...I’m not certain but I think I had them linked to the original mesh from the first time I made them and they wouldn’t work if you pulled the old version out of your game. IDK why I did that, but now they should be fully stand alone and not rely on anything else to work. Please note this is a completely new file and while I strongly recommend downloading it, it will remove the old package and it will disappear off any of your sims currently wearing it.

What’s next: 

As of right now I have no specific plans for new CC. I’m just taking a tiny break from actually sharing anything until I have a fully formed thought in my head. Currently I have like...pieces of ideas here and there, but nothing solid. I think I finally understand why other creators retire old CC. I feel like while working on la VIANDE I had so many ah-ha moments and learned so much, the next time I make CC I want to implement all these new ideas and ways to approach things from the beginning. I have a bunch of stuff I wanna practice and get better at and nothing I make like this will be worth releasing tbh so...yeah I’m taking an education break and when I come back with something new it should hopefully be of MUCH higher quality than I’ve been able to make so far (we’ll see lmao).

In the meantime I really do appreciate when y’all send me ideas of things you might want me to try/if you notice any problems or things that are missing so please hit me up! I wanna know how I can get better! And ideas and inspo are always welcome. 

ANYWAY!!! All the links have been updated with the new files but I’ve added a nice zip file you can download that has everything in it!

Enjoy!!

DOWNLOAD (SFS)

@ts-malematch @maxismatchccworld

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