There Is No Breakup If I Don’t Let U Leave ;)

Seven, Sex & Seas

Is it only me & @rvnchr4nd4 who thinks BTS on a onepiece!au would totally rock?! Are there any ONE-PIECE-slash-BTS fans out there too?

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➥ fic title: Seven, Sex & Seas

➥ genre: humor, romance, mature, adventure, reverse harem, fantasy, onepiece!au, pirates!au

➥ pairing: BTSxYOU

➥ summary: When cheeky mermaids mess with your crew, being a woman suddenly turns into a misfortune; a misfortune that leads you to bring down your walls and submit to your crew members in order to redeem their sanity and vanish the lust-induced behavior they acquired from the mermaids’ voices that screwed with their heads.

➥ warnings: NSFW, 18+, blowjob, oral sex, unprotected sex, sloppy seconds, spit-roasting, mating, multiple partner, multiple orgasm, overstimulation, cumplay, threesome, foursome, voyeurism, orgy

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My thoughts are running in circles.

Always taking me to the same place.

I have no reason to stay.

I have no courage to just end this.

I wish a little prayer could cure this.

I wish my faith could give me a reason to stay.

I wish a person could be my reason to stay.

But this is not the case.

more doodles… u KNOW he would give the best hugs 😤

I‘m really happy that you would write for Fruits Basket. So may I request Shigure Sohma helping is s/o study for an exam, please?Just some fluff, maybe he gives her a kiss after every correct answer.

Oh my, it is for the doggo, who is the goodest boi?

Fandom: Fruits Basket

Character: Shigure Sohma

A/N: Reader is college/university age, because otherwise it is kinda awkward. 

“You got that wrong.”

An elegant finger tapped on your sheet, hovering over one particular character on your sheet. Pouting you went back over the question, eyes squinting as you cracked your brain on what the answer was instead.

“This is too hard. Why do I need to study this again,” you groaned, letting yourself fall back.

The author chuckled, picking up your sheet once more as he checked your answers. “You are indeed doing terribly, dear,” was all the older man said as you threw him a glare.

“Oh, were you hoping for me to say otherwise?” he grinned, putting your sheet back down again as several of your answers were crossed out.

Rolling over to your side you leaned with your head onto your hand, your elbow balancing on the floor. A huff escaped you as you waved him away with your other hand.

“Not everyone can be a literary genius wasting himself away with trashy romance novels,” you grumbled in response, though you knew that it was hardly an insult that could touch the man.

“What can I say,” he mused, picking up your workbook again as he flicked through it. “Romance is what sells, not my literary genius.” Stopping at a certain page he then tapped on it once more, signalling for you to raise up again.

“Copy this row ten times,” Shigure smiled, though you knew that he didn’t mean to reassure you, or comfort you. No, the Sohma was by no means a kind man. In fact, he was a harsh man, but always pushing you to go further and beyond your own limits, believing in you more than you sometimes believed in yourself.

Whining you scrunched up your nose, crossily turning your head away as you harrumphed at the man next to you. Another escaped him as he slowly got up, his shadow hovering over you as he trapped you between his arms.

“You could be a literary genius as well, [Name],” he whispered before leaning in and stealing your lips.

“You just need to practice if you want more.”

With that he had escaped your hold once more, his hand lazily waving in the air as he turned his back to you, walking off towards the kitchen for some much-needed tea.

Heaving a sigh to yourself you picked up your pencil, practising your kanji once more with a grumble.

Um... could I also request some canon Sebastian whump? Since it’s really only happened a couple times in the manga it’s so rare... 👉🏻👈🏻 I prefer Sebard ofc but if you want I’ll accept sebaciel since it’s so rare anyway.... tysm 🥺

So, as you will have noticed, this is more than three paragraphs long lol. I had fun with it!! I also kind of mixed in rivals to lovers, and some denial of feelings/pining.Thanks for the prompt 🖤

There were many things about Sebastian that irritated him. The way he did everything flawlessly, the effortlessness he did those things, his attitude. Cocky was one way to describe it. Despite all of that, Sebastian was built to draw people in, and Bard wasn't an exception. He quickly became entangled in it. A quick moment or two in the kitchen before Sebastian was off once again at the call of their master. It was about scratching an itch, nothing more. So he told himself.

When he saw the oncoming hail of bullets, watched as they hit Sebastian's body, blood pouring as he fell to the floor, Bard felt his stomach drop. He ran out from behind his cover, grabbing onto his lapels. Sebastian stayed unresponsive as he dragged him back as Mey Rin picked each man firing at them off. 

One by one they fell, and after all the cleaning was done, the manor looked as it did before. No attack on a noble, no damage to the estate. Bard sat guard next to Sebastian's shallow grave, taking a drag on a cigarette. Stupid bastard, risking his life like that. Cocky, arrogant, insufferable…

A gloved hand pushed its way out of the dirt, and soon, the rest of Sebastian followed. He shook himself off as Bard kept smoking, not bothering to look over.

Sebastian spoke, standing up and dusting off his suit. "I thought you'd be more startled."

"Because you're not human? I know." Bard said.

"You know?" Sebastian asked. There was a look of shock on his face, and something in Bard took joy in finally finding a way to surprise him.

"Yeah well I'm not an idiot." Bard said. "That's not the first time you've survived something you shouldn't."

"Mm. Well." Sebastian stepped closer, looming over the human. "Are you afraid?"

Bard scoffed, "No."

"Why not?"

"Do you want me to be?"

Bard looked up at him, defiant. Smirking in return, Sebastian answered truthfully, "No."

Hii 💖 I liked the last headcanons !! I was wondering if I could make a request ? Maybe Sabo with a s/o that is very uncomfortable around men but that gets hit on a lot. I hope that this is okay with you ! Lots of love 💖

Hi!! 💞 How are you?. I'm so happy you liked the HCs! I think Sabo is a true ally to the feminism cause so he would act just as he should in these situations! So, I hope you enjoy what I wrote for you. Lots of love and thank you for requesting and supporting my work ~💓

HCs Sabo x S/O who gets hit a lot and feels uncomfortable ~

Sabo is pretty laid back. He is not the type of guy who gets jealous so easily, and if there is a reason for it, he will not take action immediately. He knows his S/O is his and how uncomfortable other men make you feel when they try to hit on you. Yet, if the stalker gets a little bit intense, he will intervene.

When Sabo and you go to a place where there could probably be a bunch of men, for example, a bar, he is ready to protect you from all of those looks. Sabo would hug you from behind while walking, and if he notices it’s needed, even covers you with his black coat. Not because he thinks you are his property and should not be looked at, but because he knows that makes you feel safe.

If someone dares to come talk to his s/o, at first the man would be ignored, but if he notices you are uncomfortable, first thing he would do is grab your chin in between his two fingers to look at him, telling you how pretty and gorgeous you are. But if the man insists, well, he better be prepared. Sabo would attack him with clever words, trying to lower his morale. This usually works, but if it doesn’t, he knows using violence is just not worth it, but mainly because this could make you feel worse, and he only thinks about you being happy and comfortable.

Sabo would never tell you that “you get hit a lot because you are pretty”, because even if it’s true that you are, it’s not the real reason and he understands that perfectly. He knows it’s because most men don’t respect women and don’t give a fuck if that makes you uncomfortable or not. Yet, even if he is there to protect you, he has told you several times you should speak up. He encourages you to confront them because you are a strong woman.

🐔 Shane Headcanons! 🐔

• Shane used to eat spicy wings a lot before moving to Pelican Town, but now that he takes care of the chickens and has such a close bond with them he’s cut out his wing obsession.

• Shane was going to school for film and was living in a dorm, once Jas’ parents passed away she couldn’t stay in his dorm with him, he had to drop out and move in with Marnie since he only worked part time in school and couldn’t afford an apartment.

• Something that comforted Shane when he was younger was movies. He loved watching how scenes were filmed, especially in documentaries. Whenever he was dealing with negative/intrusive thoughts, he would distract himself with a movie. Sometimes when he’s out in public, he will imagine himself in his favourite movie (As a form of escaping/coping).

• Shane secretly likes poetry! I feel like he appreciates all forms of art and can relate with a lot of poems. He finds It difficult to express how he feels and so he finds it easier to explain things through symbolism and metaphors.

there is no breakup if I don’t let u leave ;)

just thinkin’ about fatgum + breeding <3

taishi’s balls are so heavy, slapping your weeping, pretty, stretched-out little cunt and every time he slams his cock into you, your whole body shudders, lifting off the bed in absolute rapture.

you’ve cum already - three times? four?

you lost count a while ago, and now, you’re barely breathing, panting like a bitch in heat while you try to catch up, and he just won’t stop.

he doesn’t mind one bit that both of you are soaked, fucking drenched, after you squirted all over his dick, making a mess of his belly and your thighs, wailing as he pumps another load of cum into your sweet, tuckered-out cunt.

his hands tuck back behind your knees, hauling them up to your chest as he pounds into you, and folds your figure far enough that it aches, and holy shit, do you take it.

“there ya go - you wanna have my baby, don’t’cha honey?”

Convenient

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following a long walk in the rain, Y/N is forced to borrow an attire from her boyfriend - more specifically, a hoodie of his -in order to avoid a cold. Little does she know that he’s been dying to see her wearing his clothes for the longest time. Imagine how flustered and happy he gets at the sight!

Requested by Anon. Hi lovely! Thank you so much for this ADORABLE request! I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to write and post it but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless if you’ve stuck around long enough to read it! Love, Vy ❤

“I’m basically one with my clothes out here! But don’t worry, take your time opening the door! I don’t mind or anything!“ This very yell comes about a second after my doorbell gets violated, ringing loudly and startling me out of my focused editing state. After almost a whole day of procrastination, I really didn’t need nor look forward to any distractions. Yet here’s one, standing and yelling outside my front door and I’m more than happy she’s here. See, I don’t want distractions as long as they’re not Y/N. She’s the only one who gets a pass - an all-access pass at that. That basically translates to: whatever I’m doing I’m willing to drop it for her. Or, to put it into modern terminology, I’m a simp. Damn, that’s such a ridiculous term.

“Cool it, I can only walk so quickly!“ The strides I make in effort of reaching the front door are long but slow and exaggerated, almost like a cartoon character, just so I could prolong Y/N’s agony of waiting. We call it Petty Olympics, our ‘Sorry-Not-Sorry‘ way of poking fun at each other and testing each other’s patience. All in good fun, allow me to specify that yet again.

At least it’s all in good fun until I see Y/N standing there, at my doorstep, soaked from head to toe. That’s when I feel guilt for taking so long to open the damn door - despite it being only like five seconds extra upmost - because, as it turns out, she really appears to be one with her clothes at the moment.

“Wow, you really did take your time, didn’t you?“ She shoves a wet plastic bag in my hands, a warmth and delicious smell emanating from it.

“Would’ve been faster had I known you were in such a shitty state.“ I can’t help but chuckle at the mess she looks right now - clothes stuck to her body, hair soaked and dripping on her shoulders and framing her face in what would be an unattractive way had I not been talking about Y/N. There’s never anything unattractive about her. Call me biased all you want, there just isn’t. I’m factually correct, don’t argue with me.

“First you take an eternity to open the door then you have the audacity to laugh at me, you’re really asking me to take that food and leave, aren’t you?“ She narrows her eyes at me, defying her own statement by pushing past me and walking into my apartment like she owns it. To be fair, she has partial ownership, that’s something we’ve agreed on by now.

“You really want to walk in the rain again?“ I tempt my luck by poking a stick at her like that but I believe it’ll be worth it.

She whirls around to glare at me, but it’s a soft glare. The type that’s hiding fits and fits of laughter behind it. “I could always call an Uber.” She barks back, lifting her chin cockily.

I can’t help but smirk at her over-exaggerated, “Babe, you and I both know how you’d never step foot in an Uber. Not after all those horror stories.”

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