#ty op i kiss u

[catboybrain]

fuck i have rlly funny OP art to post but like. it's so so so weird to draw fan content again after all these years lol .

#ive said it a bunch on my blog but like. im insane abt OP because sanji is literaly my wife like . hes copying her wtf #so its like ohmy god . ........... eveyrones drawing my wife ? kissing u all ty for the wife fanart LOL #but also its just rlly good and theres gay people in it <-- there isnt <- coping so hard zosan isnt showing up yet #d.txt #yall better not sleep on my original art over my fan work -_- smh #i just posted bigman art and hes sexy af so go rb him

[artoodeetootired]

dress

📖 she’s been his best friend since they were pre-teens; he was a rebellious, unrelenting, and aspiring racer, while she was a witty, energetic, and hopeful journalist. but after all these years, she can’t help but question whether they could be more- despite the challenges that come with her feelings.

💭 op!81 x fem!journalist, best friends to lovers (smau)

🎧 dress - taylor swift

🃏masterlist🃏

🥀 “say my name n everythin just stops. i don’t want u like a best friend. only bought this dress so u could take it off…” 🥀

ty for the love on my first smau ! here’s the next per the last poll’s fav choice :) warning: lots & lots of typos/underlying delulu cringe

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ynuser posted a story 6s

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landonorris: solidarity queen ✊🏼

-> ynuser ✊🏼

oscarpiastri: u are actually insane

-> wow this is so nice of you.

-> such a great best friend .

-> an even better journalist.

-> ynuser anything to humble u while i am in this industry 🫶🏻

user: you are UNHINGED

logansargeant: careful yn, your favouritism is showing

-> ynuser: it's part of my contract. im the comedic relief of f1 journalism

-> logansargeant: but doesn't will buxton naturally do that

-> ynuser: now THIS convo could get me fired. shoo logan.

-> logansargeant LOLL

mclaren: just 'cause we love you, we'll let this slide

-> ynuser: 🫶🏻😸

fbsfuser: send my fuck you's to them both :D

-> ynuser: already on it 🫡

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oscarpiastri

Tagged: landonorris, mclaren, ynuser

oscarpiastri great start to the season @mclaren 💪🏼

the same can't be said about a particular someone tho... betting someone should get fired.

📸: @ynuser

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landonorris i dont support bullying, but exceptions can be made if it's towards you

ynuser if karma doesn't get u first then either stroll or i will

-> user oh my GOD 💀

-> user shots fired LMAOOOO

-> oscarpiastri i'd rather karma than u and...

mclaren and we thought lando was our only pr liability

-> landonorris wait WHAT

-> oscarpiastri that's a bit too insulting towards me

-> ynuser this doesnt include me.... right?

fbsfuser boy if you don't take this down...

logansargeant oscar is this meant to be retribution for her story earlier?

-> oscarpiastri so what?

-> landonorris that's kinda overdramatic compared to what she posted wow

ynuser i would also like to say that this stanky man tried to go out for dinner right after his race 🤢

-> georgerussell scandalous 😨

-> carlossainz55 not very smooth of you oscar

-> alexalbon not smooth.

-> danielricciardo not smooth.

-> charlesleclerc not smooth.

-> maxverstappen1 not smooth.

-> fbsfuser i think, and hear me out, maybe you're in the wrong here oscar

-> ynuser and this is why we were both wearing masks on track

-> oscarpiastri too far. you've gone TOO far.

Instagram: 10/03-21/03

ynuser posted a story 10s

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yukitsunoday0511: i will get you back one day.

-> ynuser: ngaww 😹

oscarpiastri: u are tho

-> ynuser: ik

->oscarpiastri: wait. are you?

danielricciardo: mind giving me an extra mic so i can do this when youre not with us?

-> ynuser check ur driver's room ;)

landonorris: how did he know 😨

-> ynuser: we been knew lan

oscarpiastri posted a story 7s

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ynuser: there's no way you pulled out a photo from when we were 13.

-> oscarpiastri: full on war. what are you gonna do about it?

-> ynuser: watch me

landonorris: u have to give this pic to me.

-> oscarpiastri: LMAO ty for joining my side

-> landonorris: no no, don't be mistaken. im against both of you.

-> oscarpiastri: mate what?

carlossainz55: u guys should just kiss already

-> oscarpiastri: carlos NO

mclaren: you're really trying to blackmail a journalist who has resources at her disposal? 😮

-> oscarpiastri: ...yes...

ynuser posted a story 3s

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alexalbon: congrats on winning soldier

-> ynuser ✊🏼

oscarpiastri: HOW DO U HAVE THESE PHOTOS ALREADY

-> ynuser: i like how u still underestimate my job then suffer because of it :)

pierregasly: these go hard 🔥

landonorris: well at least it's not as embarrassing for me. but a HEADS UP WOULDVE BEEN NICE

-> ynuser: bro dont even try ik you've been saving bad pics of me from oscar -.-

mclaren: we hope u enjoyed the pics!

-> ynuser: i owe u guys one fr 🙏🏼

Round 3 (22/03-24/03): Australia

ynuser

Tagged: f1

ynuser round 3 in australia!!!! 🇦🇺🦘❤️ amazing to be back on home base, and even better to see danny ric and pastry fight it out for the podium! (actual, professional, and correct news coming from me on @f1 tv 🫡)

ossie ossie ossie! oi oi oi! get it? 'cause ossie is like aussie and... okay. i'll stop.

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mclaren ty for providing us with baby pastry pics 🫡

-> ynuser pleasure doing business with u 🫡🫡

-> oscarpiastri excuse ME

oscarpiastri haha. so funny. at least u have stand up comedy since journalism may not work out :)

-> ynuser so you admit im funny 😸

-> oscarpiastri don't flatter urself.

-> landonorris nah mate, that sounded like defeat

f1 this commentary is fine 👍🏻

-> user LMAOOOO

user danny ric placing in his home base is such a dream come true 😭

-> user yeah im glad it isnt just a dream anymore

user cutiessssss

-> user them driving around the circuit in a golf cart must've been chaotic

-> logansargeant u have no idea...

user she's hilarious ilysm

-> fbsfuser back off fam she's mine ✋🏼

-> user i need to know how she got this job cause it is THE dream fr

-> fbsfuser yeah it really is a wonder given how many lectures she slept thru...

-> ynuser OI

danielricciardo 🫶🏻

-> user CONGRATS HONEY BADGER!!!

user can oscar fight???

-> user girl what are u talking about they aint tgt

-> user they aren't???

-> user no bruh theyre just besties

user watch me at the next race rizzin her up

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landonorris: yn

-> yn

-> yn

-> yn

ynuser: bruh WHAT

landonorris: it's important

ynuser: lando i don't have time to answer whether a new pair of pants make u look flat

-> go ask osc

landonorris: ok first of all: a good pair makes a huge difference.

-> and second, it's about osc

ynuser: did smth happen to him?????

landonorris: no, sorry

-> shouldn't have led with that

-> i sent u a post on twitter

-> but just, read carefully k?

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ynuser: oh

landonorris: u see it?

ynuser: yeah

landonorris: are u okay?

ynuser: yeah im just surprised

landonorris: so you didn't know about it either?

ynuser: obviously not

landnorris: im sorry yn :(

ynuser: why? it's not like he owes me anything lol

-> im happy he started dating again in fact

-> was getting worried lol

landonorris: u sure u good?

-> doesn't really sound like u are

ynuser: im fine

-> plus i need to stay professional. i still have a job and there are crazy fans and all

-> thanks anyways lan

landonorris: alright, im here to talk if u need

-> so is the rest of the grid tbh

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ynuser

Tagged: urmumuser

ynuser a little break back home with the parents doesn't hurt 🌊

@f1's the best for letting me regenerate lost brain cells <3

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f1 we got ur back queen ✊🏼

-> user in the middle of all the drama, this could mean so many things...

-> user well im gonna take it as them sayin that theyre on the right ship :)

user ngl guys the distance rn is probably 'cause yn and osc so close, especially with osc dating brianna, like she probably did it out of respect for them. no one wants to be 'the girl he told me not to worry about' yk.

-> user allegedly dating*

-> user allegedly dating*

user omg the parallelism to brianna with the surfboards 😭

-> user we've truly reached peak delulu i love it

landonorris enjoy ur break from a grid of shitheads 💪🏼

-> carlossainz55 speak for urself

wbuxtonofficial how am i going to handle them without you 0.0

-> ynuser well, not to state the obvious, but drivers are just... humans.

-> georgerussell hilarious

racerbia gorgeous girl 🧡

fbsfuser take me with u 😔

Round 4 (05/04-07/04): Japan

mclaren

Tagged: oscarpiastri, landonorris, vindiesel, and mrodofficial

mclaren A little surprise for our papaya boys as they come back from their Friday practices! 🤫 Here's to hoping we go fast and furious in the land of sakura 🌸

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user the lack of yn's interactions with the whole grid is actually making me glitch throughout this weekend. and it's only friday 💀💀

user omggggg van diesel and michelle rod!!!!!!

user they really be spoiling osc lolll

user it's so weird to see an interview without yn

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mclaren

Tagged: oscarpiastri

mclaren H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y @oscarpiastri!

Our baby driver is 23 today, here in Japan! Drive well, birthday boy! 😎🌸

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user happy birthday ossie!!!

landonorris: our baby is growing up so fast

-> f1 we must shrink him.

user wow she must be pissed if she took her first annual leave during this totally coincidental time

-> user fr sis is fooling no one.

-> user this feels like such a bad omen omg 😭

-> user guys maybe our bestie yn just really needed a break... haha...

briannawood_ happy birthday osc ❤️

-> user oh my god

-> user she actually exists

-> user girl what are you doing here

-> user ayo???

alexalbon happy birthday!!!!!!!!!!!

lilyhme HAPPY BIRTHDAY OSC

fbsfuer hbd

-> user oh-

ynuser

Tagged: oscarpiastri

ynuser to the one who vexes me, encourages me, n supports me sm, happy 23rd birthday. i've known you since your rebellious days, trying to prove to the rest of the world how your dream was worth fulfilling, and i'm grateful to have been with you to this very stage of your life. from re-watching cars and fast n furious for over a decade, to re-watching ur races and my interviews, know that i'll always be there, on or off track, no matter what. to the bane of my existence, from ur twin devil x

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user oh im gonna be sick is she the one who told f1 to invite vin diesel and michelle rod 😭💔

-> user u are spitting facts but in this case facts should not be facting because this is actually making me hyperventilate by all the drama rn

user no im sorry but why does this sound more like a goodbye than a hbd note

user yn trying to prove that she's actually a great write when she wants to be

-> user and SHE IS 😭😭😭

user the way she doesn't sound like herself AT ALL wtf is going on

user this sounds like a very strange way of resigning 💀

-> user YOU TAKE BACK WHAT U SAID RN

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Round 5 (19/04-21/04): China

ynuser

Tagged: f1

ynuser im back 😈 lovely weather here in china as we start round 5's quali day!! let's get back to it 💪🏼

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f1 she's back!

user oh my god i thought we were never gonna see her ever again

lewishamilton missed our fav presenter

-> georgerussell frfr!!

-> mclaren actually ☝🏼 she was and will always be OUR fav

fsfbuser welcome back gorgeous <3

user well... the good news is that she sounds normal again

-> user nah bruh im right here in the paddock and she looks nervous/twitchy af

user the besties obvie haven't made up yet 😪

-> user or maybe they never will...

oscarpiastri come on back over to our pit, you left before i finished changing ?

-> user oH WTF

-> user this shit is actually going to be the death of me

-> landonorris i thought we agreed that i'd call her? 🤨

-> charlesleclerc hush for a little while she's over at ours rn

-> user this is too funny

-> user is this a pr trick or some shit 'cause IT'S NOT FUNNY ANYMORE

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oscarpiastri

Tagged: ynuser

oscarpiastri you are never escaping me ever again.

(forgive my impulsive actions tonight everyone, i swear im only ever like this around her)

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francisca.cgomes SHUT THE FRONT DOOR. FINALLY.

-> lilymhe I KNOW RIGHT

-> pierregasly oscar can be so oblivious sometimes...

-> fbsfuser boy he was blind, deaf, and dumb for as long as i've known them. like pick a struggle??

-> landonorris i second this

logansargeant kinda giving serial killer vibes but u two are cute enough to forgive that

-> ynuser 🤪

-> maxverstappen1 i can finally go back to the garage in peace without u following me to talk my ear off

-> oscarpiastri u knew this whole time??

user i am going insane.

-> user maybe i hit the blunt too good this time...

-> user @landonorris and @fbsfuser u guys are the gods of all wingmen.

user oh thank god he wasn't actually dating brianna

-> user our queen and king can come back stronger and better now 😩

user your honour, nvm, my parents just got back tgt :D

ynuser 10 years, both of us having a nasty high school relationship each, and a rumour bomb that exploded from underneath me... i think i have every right to try and escape again.

-> oscarpiastri this was not funny when u first said it, and it will never be.

-> logansargeant ok but it kind of is

user my fav writer inspo is now my fav driver's wag MY HEART

landonorris thank god i dont need to listen to the both of you whining anymore

-> ynuser who said we're stopping 🤨

-> oscarpiastri you can't escape me either lando.

-> landonorris this is foul @mclaren i suggest you give me a raise for keeping ur other driver in check

-> f1 haha no.

mclaren thank god we don't have to whisper every time we see something suspicious now

-> redbullracing im ngl, same.

-> astonmartinf1 we once had to watch while they bantered with each other for 10 minutes 🧍🏻‍♀️

-> scuderiaferrari not that it's a competition, but they were always close to pecking each other whenever they were here

-> alexalbon wait why were they even in any of these garages??

-> mclaren ask oscar why he keeps following her...

user that interview was INSANE

-> user i don't think i've ever seen such a surreal confession oml

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a/n: lowkey cringey hehe. this was supposed to involve a wedding (for a mclaren engineer not oscyn loll) where they'd all be dressed up (you know... DRESS) but i reached the pics limit 💀 honestly i would've written this out as a one shot or smth but once i start i will never stop... and i have my ibdp math final 😭

#f1 #oscar piastri #oscar piastri smau #oscar piastri x reader #lando norris #mclaren #smau

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

[Counting Down To Heaven] TF141*Reader

They wait outside the operation room for your emergency op to finish, they try to stay awake, but tiredness eventually drags them into a dream.

cw: gore and wound mentioned

Price (fear of his job will put u in danger)

He opens the door, coming back home is the thing bracing him through the grueling mission, because it means coming back to you.

The living room is full of the sweet scent of fresh-baked cookies, he hums and calls out your name, putting his hat down and walks inward, not realizing the soothing yellow light turns off itself behind him.

He frowns when he feels the air is freezingly cold he frowns, and he realizes something the moment he turns the knob on the door of you two’s bedroom

The house is too quiet, eerily silent.

His cry stucks in his throat when his eyes land on your figure, lying in the blood pool, cloudy eyes looking straightly into his.

As he drops to his knee and crawls to your side, he recognizes there’s something in his grasp.

A tactical knife dripping blood, gripped in his hand, and it suits the slash wound across your throat.

Soap (fear of being overconfident)

He tells you everything’s okay, all his plans will lead to success, don’t worry, just follow behind him.

So he never looks back to check on you during the battle, eyes lock on his enemies, adrenaline pumping through his body, heartbeats deafening, and makes him unaware of the sound of your footsteps disappears.

It’s too late when he turns around and can’t find you, the thick fog surrounding him obscures his sight, so he just runs as fast as he can towards the only tunnel with lights in the end.

Only be welcomed by your body hanging high on the tree by his enemy, but after a blink, he isn’t standing at the same spot.

He’s tying the rope around your neck and unable to stop himself.

Gaz (fear of having wrong decision)

“Give me a donut, thanks babe.” You say to him with a smile, and he leans down to press a kiss on your cheek then walks into the coffee shop.

He waits for quite a while, finally getting his order, and can’t wait to meet you outside and see your delighted face when you’re enjoying your favorite dessert.

but when he pushes open the door, all he can see is blood, gun, corpse.

Battlefield.

He yells your name immediately, trying to search for you as he rushes between countless dead bodies.

Until he spots clothes with a familiar pattern peeking out under one of the remnants that he dashes to its side, pawing at the rocks and glass even if they cut open his palms, he doesn’t care, and finally, you reveal from the gravel, with a gunshot wound right on your temple.

What he only can do is carefully hug you in his arms and regret his decision — leaving you alone.

Ghost (fear of losing his love because of himself)

He’s washing his hands, water pouring from the sink, but none of the blood is getting off of his skin.

He scrubs his hands, harder and rougher, until his skin is broken, and his blood combines with yours from the scratches scattering across his hands.

He raises his head and smashes the mirror above because no matter what he does, the blood just stains his palms.

When he finally takes a good look at the shattered mirror, he sees you in it.

Bloody and pale, lifeless. Glints no longer exist in your eye, and he crumbles to the floor with a desperate sob.

#cod imagine #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #cod x reader #simon riley imagine #cod x you #ghost x you #soap x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #price x you #john price x you #john price x reader #price x reader #soap x you #john soap mactavish x you #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #kyle gaz garrick x reader #simon ghost riley x you #queued post #gaz x reader #gaz x you #price imagine #soap imagine #ghost imagine #tf141 x reader

[weishenyu]

chinese art compliments/replies

as a follow up to my post on online drawing vocab, here is a collection of comments you can use to compliment others' art :-)

the basics

喜欢 [xǐhuān] - i like it

好好看 [hǎohǎo kàn] - looks good

厉害 [lìhài] - amazing

好漂亮/帥/美 [piàoliang/shuài/měi] - so pretty/handsome/beautiful

太有才了 [tài yǒu cáile] - so talented (similarily, 画画天才 => drawing genius)

好神 [hǎo shén] - godly

神迹 [shén jī] - miraculous

仙品 [xiān pǐn] - high-quality product

好鮮活 [xiān huó] - vivid/lifelike

it’s cute

可爱晕了 [kě'ài yūnle] - so cute i fainted

可爱死了 [kě'ài sǐle] - so cute I died

可爱鼠了 [kě'ài shǔle] - so cute I died (in a cutesy/meme way)

卡瓦 [kǎ wǎ] - kawaii

好米 [hǎo mǐ] - so cute/beautiful

太萌了 [tài méngle] - so adorable (originating from japanese word moe - 萌え, lots of different meanings, but mostly refers to happiness you feel when you see something really cute), can be used like 萌到我了/被萌晕/心被萌化了

basically any XX死了/XX暈了/XX炸了 comment works

expletives

我去 [wǒ qù] - damn

卧槽/我草/wc [wò cāo] - censored vers of 我操 => oh fuck

牛逼 [niú bī] - (fucking) awesome, usually just use 牛

exclamatives

哇/哇塞 [wasāi] - wow

啊啊啊啊 - aaaaaa

哇啊啊啊 - wahhhh

responding to compliments

被老師跨了，能力暴增 [kuà...bào zēng] - (if responding to commenter who's also an artist) compliments from teacher make my ability surge

爱您主人 - love u op (主人 refers to original commenter), can also just use 愛你

嘿嘿谢谢喜欢 - hehe ty for liking

比心 [bǐ xīn]- finger heart

送愛 [sòng ài] - sending love

亲亲 [qīn qīn] - kiss kiss

questions

可以当头像吗 [tóuxiàng] - can I make it my pfp

可以自印吗 [zì yìn] - can I print it out

可以收集吗 [shōují] - can I save it

求原图 [qiú yuán tú] - original image pls

这么时候接稿 [jiē gǎo]- when will you open commissions

misc.

抱走/拿走 [bào/ná zǒu] - carrying/taking it away

蹲蹲 [dūn dūn] - if someone has posted a WIP, waiting (for the finished piece/shop listing), direct trans. = squatting

#chinese #mandarin #chinese language #studyblr #langblr #chinese langblr #mandarin langblr #chinese vocabulary #tunastudies

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

Hiii, heard u want op requests, how about an opla nami x fem reader where they get high together for the first time and heavily makeout, maybe they do like a little game where the first one to put their hands on the other loses and then at the end neither of them can keep their hands to themselves. Ty!

i literally love you

Moonlight

Pairing- Nami x reader

a/n- its not that long but i really like it 🫶🏻🫶🏻 its not too smutty but not entirely soft so enjoy (i thought about the song while i was writing)

.🍊

Looking through your lashes at the tangerine haired girl you seal the blunt with your saliva. Lighting a match you spark up inhaling the smoke travels down your throat burning in your chest.

Passing it to Nami she fiddles with it, almost unsure how to hold it. “First time?” You ask, grabbing hold of her hands, making her stiffen, and put the wood between her index and pointer finger. “Yeah.” She replies, forcing the blush away from her cheeks.

You had only recently joined the crew and Nami was interested in you, she didn’t know why but when she saw you were going out to smoke and offered it was the perfect opportunity to get to know you.

She takes a hit but doesn’t inhale coughing up a storm. Giggling, you pat her back, “It’s not gonna work if you don’t inhale.” You laugh, “Here, try it again.” You tell giving her the joint back.

“Just take a hit, breathe in really deep.” you instruct, “and hold.” she does as she’s told, taking a long hit before exhaling. The burn hits her as soon as she exhales. Once she’s done coughing she looks up at you watery eyes but a wide smile, “let me do that again.”

You and her take turns passing it back and forth. Half an hour passed and Namis' eyes became bloodshot and the more she looked at you the more her stomach fluttered and her thighs tightened . She never realized how pretty you were, how your eyes shine in the moonlight, your features illuminating your beauty, your body that of a god, articulated by the hands of creation itself.

Her mouth and lips feel incredibly dry but her panties slick with thoughts of you. “Y/N.” her voice is quiet as a mouse. She shifts up, “Wanna play a game?” Smirking, you turn your head to the side, nodding your head in agreement.

“The rules are we kiss–“

“Kiss..”

“Yes kiss but,” she says with a hint of slyness in her voice. “We have to keep our hands to ourselves. Whoever touches the other loses.”

“Okay.” You tease, pushing trying to see if she would really kiss you

Her mind was fuzzy. She didn’t know what she was doing but she crept forward leaning on her knees and pushed her lips on yours.

To your surprise she actually kissed you! You become a stoic statue statue, really you didn’t expect her to actually kiss you. But you stayed there letting her plump lips explore your own. You knew you held some feelings for Nami whether it be sexual or not you do not know yet. For right now you are feeling it, you are feeling her. You need her, you want her. She pulled away for air looking into your low eyes.

She didn’t know what to expect but she didn’t expect you to grip her waist and pull her into an aggressive kiss. She was sure her lips would be bruised in the morning but she didn’t care. She pushed harder, legs tangling with yours as you pulled each other closer.

Nibbling her bottom lip she opens her mouth to you allowing your tongue to explore her mouth. Once you pull away you’re both breathing deeply catching breath.

She smiles, licking her already wet lips. “You lose.” She says, wrapping her arm around ypur neck pulling you closer. “Oh shut up.” You say slamming your lips back to hers.

#nami x you #one piece nami #nami #straw hat nami #nami x reader #nami op #nami x y/n #nami one piece #op nami #one piece x reader #nami smut #op #opla #opla x y/n #opla x reader

[quinloki]

(⋆ˆ ³ ˆ)♥ hey hey hey!!! This is for the OP kinks:

can I request Crocodile, Shanks, and Mihawk for creampie, merinthophilia, and somnophilia? Thanks u

Awww, what a nice heart ^_^ Thank you!

*puts on glasses and pulls out Dictionary* Merinth--... WHAT?

Merinthophilia is the condition of experiencing sexual arousal when bound, restrained, or tied up.

...

i thought that was called bondage. Holy fuck there's a word for--

Oh, oh, ilu. You have made my evening <3 I have learned something monumentally interesting to me, thank you <3

Heck I don't know where to start... BY KINK. Let's do it that way.

Creampie: (Hey there's a definition #2 for this, but we're gonna stick with the one I know.)

Sir Crocodile - FUCK Yes - Possessive man that he is, Crocodile is most assuredly into this. Filling you up, where ever it is, and just admiring you afterward. Short of scarring and branding, he very much enjoys marking you as his inside and out. He'll easily tattoo you and get your piercings if you let him, but even the temporary marks and moments like these are enough for him. He's not necessarily looking to have little ones running around, but he's also not against it - you better make sure your stance on the possibilities are clear, so the proper precautions can be taken.

Shanks - I guess - In a rare turn of events, this doesn't rank high for Shanks. Usually he's up for and open to just about anything and everything. But kids are a complication, and they're a risk for this kind of kink. He's fine to take the proper precautions - and an anal creampie would be close to a FUCK Yes, but even so, he'd rather cover you with his cum than you fill you with it.

Mihawk - Yes - It's not necessarily a matter of possessiveness, or even of needing to mark you. The simple fact is, you are beautiful to him, and perhaps you a little bit more beautiful when you're full of him, or covered in him. There's a sweet shift in your voice when he cums inside you that is music to his ears. It's subtly different from the other sounds you make, and he loves all your sweet music.

Merinthophilia:

Sir Crocodile - No - he has zero desire to be bound. This is a man of control, and he's not keen on any kind of restriction. He is as free and shifting as the very sands, and there's nothing appealing to him in being bound.

On the reverse side of that, he's more than happy to bind you. He'll become a master of knots, locks, and leather if there's pleasure to be pulled from you because of it. There's the added bonus of the marks such forms of bondage leave behind. The intricate patterns from light rope burn - marks he's left on you.

Shanks - FUCK Yes - Oh please, tie him up, have your way with him. He'll struggle and beg and play along so sweetly. He does enjoy it, but there's always something in that smirk of his - and it's probably something you both know - but there are no binds either of you are aware of that could actually hold him. Haki and physical strength both make it impossible to fully restrain him, but it doesn't mean he can't revel in the sensation of it.

He's also more than happy to restrain you, teaser and pleaser that he is. He might not be the fast rigger since he lost his arm, but he's still surprisingly skilled at it.

Mihawk - Sure - If it brings you pleasure to tie him up or restrain him, he'll allow it. It doesn't make him uncomfortable, but there's no deep enthusiasm for him from it.

On the other side of it, he's a patient, almost meditative rigger when it comes to tying you up. Soft kisses, gentle caresses, he practically worships your body as he restricts you. He manages to practically leave you unmarked no matter what. Everything is snug and restrictive and pleasurable, and with barely an ache or mark. (Unless you admit to liking that part, then things would be different).

Somnophilia (I did this for Sir Crocodile and Mihawk, so I just copy-pasted - it's bound to happen, I have a bit of a backlog <3 ):

Sir Crocodile - I dunno - I don't think this is really Croco's vibe. I mean, I think he enjoys watching you sleep in a "they feel safe sleeping soundly around me, and I love that" kind of way. I'm sure watching over you while you sleep you'll move or moan or do something that also reminds him that there's attraction there, but I don't think he'd leave you sleeping at that point. He doesn't want to hear half-sleepy mumbled moans, he wants you to squirm and thrash under him, crying out pleasure and his name clearly.

Shanks - FUCK Yes - Can you blame him? You sleep so sweetly, and you're beautiful awake or resting. Shanks doesn't get much quiet time, so no matter how much time you wish you could dedicate to each other, it's usually on a premium. He's got amazing self-control, snuggling up to you and falling asleep wrapped up in you. Never waking you up despite the boner pressed into your back.

Most mornings when there's time enough for it though, you are awoken to less restrained Shanks. Hands and lips wander, a soft voice murmuring for you to sleep a few more minutes. He's just going to appreciate you a little longer, don't mind him.

Sometimes you go back to sleep, sometimes you shift and tease him and you both end up going a round under Beckman's pounding on the door barking for Shanks to get moving.

Mihawk - Yes - He would never admit to such recklessness, but Mihawk is enamored with you, there's simply no two ways about it. For him to focus on anything that isn't his swordsmanship means you've carved (heh) a place in his heart and life that's undeniable. It's complete and sometimes it's almost overbearing to him. He's not surprised to find himself turned on by your sleeping form, though he may grumble about needing more training (to himself). He does take some time to admit it to you and talk about it, and is certainly happy to have your blessing to do whatever he needs to help him take care of that desire.

And this unnaturally gentle and skilled man can have his way with you while you sleep and have you cleaned up and back in bed without disturbing a moment of your precious rest. Usually the only reason you even know anything happened is because your hair's damp in the morning from the bath.

Kinky One Piece Head Canon

#kinky one piece head canon #Sir Crocodile #Shanks #Mihawk #x reader #Sir Crocodile x readaer #shanks x reader #mihawk x reader

[kessellluvr]

love ur writing sm 🫡

can you write about simone’s character from outlaws (2017)? like just sfw/nsfw hcs about her is all i ask 😭 oh and could u pls make it transmasc!reader (it’s fine if u don’t want to!!)

fluff-/kinkmas - day one - NSFW / hayley headcanons + scenario

just some things she´d do :33 afab - transmasc reader

bondage

i feel like hayley would just love tying you up.. not even with cuffs, maybe some old shirt or sheets, she gets so aroused seeing her little toy completly at her mercy

"stay still, slutty boy" you heard hayley hiss into your ear, she had ripped apart one of her old shirts to tie you up. you we´re squirming like hell - feeling her knee rub between your thighs, making your clit ache for release. "please hayls.." you whined from under her and she smirked down at you. "please what?" she questioned with a raised brow - slightly mocking you. "please fuck me.." you plead and her hand slipped under your boxers, her finger flicking over your swollen bud - making your hips twitch upward "aww look at that.. so sensitive." your response was a really, really desperate whimper. "my poor baby boy.. your body´s almost begging for my attention." she pressed down two fingers on your clit, slowly circling it - making your hips buck upwards, she pushed your thighs down again, her black polished nails slighty digging into your flesh - leaving half-circled marks. as you bit your lower lip, desperate to stay quiet and not get her even more worked up - she quickly slid down your boxers, revealing your glistening, swollen cunt to her hungry gaze. hayley slowly teased your dripping wet hole with her middle finger, painfully slowly pushing it in causing you to gasp. hayley curled her finger upwards, hitting your g-spot and making you moan loudly, she added another finger and started speeding up her pumping until she felt you getting closer. you were sweaty, whimpering mess at this point - you felt the knot in your abdomen tightening. "h-hayls im `bout to cum.." she smirked, adding more intensity to her fingering "go ahead baby.."

she would love teasing you in public, telling you to shut up and act as if everything was normal despite the fact that she was giving you neck and collarbone kisses just minutes ago in the restrooms

taking you up to her office in the clubhouse and having you kneel under her desk :3

she´d love being called mommy and giving you petnames

shes a brat tamer!!

she´d prefer using tounge and fingers on you.. but she´d love it when you would fuck her with a strapon (or ofc your penis post-op)

would defo take you on her bike at some private parking lot

SFW:

she would just love taking a shower with you or cuddling you after fucking the shit out of you..

she´d teach you how to ride the bike!!

would defend you from creeps in the clubhouse

she´d just know when youre uncomfortable, she´d pull you closer or hold your hand

would let you paint her nails

would take you out for dinner every weekend and just spent some quality time

her soft side would come out for you

AN: this isnt much i knowww :P anyway i tried with transmasc!reader and i knoww its not the bestt.. x

#simone kessell #hayley outlaws #hayley x reader #yellowjackets #one percent #the outlaws #outlaws #kinkmas #fluffmas

[soleilnomoon]

Soo~o... I can't NOT do this, you know? I'm addicted to your writing (and especially you writing OP boys) and can we ever have enough sweets? Nooo~o. :D Could I... *tweedles thumbs* ask for: frozen yoghurt with marshmallows, a fruit tart on the side, a ginger bread cookie aaand some ice cream cake? With some whipped cream and caramel :D And perhaps with Marco / OP? Or completely random: With Corsa (Alabaster Arc), who I think I've never read anything about? Thank youu!!! <3

hi omg thank you for requesting again ♡꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱ also ty for being patient with my slow slow writing, but i wanted to take my time since this is my first marco fic lmao anyway i hope you have fun reading 🥰️

4.6k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni, fluff somewhere in the middle maybe, angst, smut smut smut; reader is a brat and stubborn, marco isn't any better and is a lil mean when he's annoyed; feat. cute stuff like nipple play, spanking, oral (f receiving, m giving), overstimulation, marco's a greedy mfer idk what to tell u if u see any grammatical errors, no u didn't 😌

the sun sits low in the violet sky, kissing the horizon gently, casting a delicate, golden light along the underbelly of the fluffy clouds above with splashes of pinks, oranges, and light purples slowly swirling about. it’s magical, you tell yourself as you watch the sun sink further, a spell from mother nature herself.

it’s a belief you’ve held onto since you were a child, one that you tend to keep to yourself; people love to turn their noses up at strange ideas, and unfortunately, you learned that lesson the hard way many years ago. you drum your fingers along the railing of the balcony, enjoying the way the clouds resemble cotton candy; you reach a hand out as if you can scoop some into your palm, wanting a bit of that magic to help get you through the week.

a bitter wind blows close by, and you shiver, pulling your jacket around you tightly as you look over your shoulder. you absolutely detest winter — the way you can never keep warm enough, the snow is always terribly slippery, making you slide and fall over. you also hate that you’re stuck sharing a room with the incredibly obnoxious, first division commander. with your jaw clenched, you turn back to watch the sunset, determined to absorb as much warmth and magic as you can.

the wind brings a flush over your cheeks, nose, and ears; you should head back inside, find a spot to warm up, and go to sleep — but the idea of sleeping is out of the question.

marco is as insufferable as he is absurd — for being tall and more handsome than necessary, for being so naturally personable and so knowledgeable, for having no qualms about helping those in need, for being gifted with his hands, for teasing you without even trying, for making you flustered every time he’s near you — and you refuse to let him get the best of you.

obviously, he finds the situation laughable — particularly because you are so against it and vocalized said opinion earlier at lunch in front of everyone. you were so damn determined, went to various crew mates to try and trade spots but they all said the same damn thing: what? why? you and the commander get along so well. it’s not that he goes out of his way to get under your skin, but you make it easy enough. maybe he likes seeing you struggle to find a retort; maybe he likes that when you do find one, that you throw it at him with as much strength as you can muster — but without the venom necessary to make it hurt; or maybe he really doesn’t like you at all.

oil and water. that’s what you told him weeks ago. you’ll never be able to see eye-to-eye on anything because you are two completely different people. except, that’s not true at all — you’re both just too stubborn to see it. especially you. still, you’ll never openly admit that, and keep reminding yourself that had you not taken your time earlier, you’d have found a room that wasn’t occupied by him.

“foolish,” you mumble, breath visible from the cold; another annoyance, another thing to deal with. if you stay outside any longer, your fingers will fall off, so you do the sensible thing and return to the room in the hopes of warming up a bit. after being stuck on the winter island for days due to a persistent and heavy snowstorm, the weather finally lifts a bit. you suggested that your crew sail out last night, but marco vetoed the idea stating that there was no harm in staying for a few more nights — much to your annoyance, the rest of the crew cheered for his decision and the inn remained booked to capacity for the duration of the week.

the owners are ecstatic to have such a lively group stay with them — it’s almost hard to believe that you’re all pirates.

the first division commander was given the task of sailing out there to scope out the newest territory under whitebeard’s protection, but what you hadn’t considered was marco personally volunteering you to assist him with making house calls around the village. given the weather and overwhelming volume of patients, marco takes it upon himself to assist the practicing physician make their rounds in the area. it’s easy given that most of the inhabitants of the sleepy village are in relatively good health.

you watched him carefully and tallied all his grave offenses over the course of the week — the way he made the children laugh, the way he took his time explaining things to various patients, the way he’d randomly look over and catch you staring intently, the way he’d snort and try to fight back laughter only to fail miserably and laugh anyway. a thorn that you keep pricking yourself on, and just when you think you’ve reached your limit, he finds a way to push you completely over the edge.

of course, the room he chose only has one bed; on the first night you boldly declare that you refuse to share the bed with him and despite him saying that there’s enough space, stop being silly you still took refuge on the lone chair in the room and placed slept near the desk. he frowned at that, shot you a disparaging look — irritation at your immaturity given the circumstances — but didn’t fight you on it. you don’t remember when or how, but sometime during the night, marco swapped places with you. when you eventually wake up, feeling surprisingly refreshed and body ache free, you find him completely knocked out, asleep at the desk, a medical textbook open in front of him.

guilt seeps into your pores, has you scramble out of bed quickly, feet softly padding on the cold floor, shivering as you drag one of the thick blankets with you so you can drape it over his large body. bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you roll it back and forth in silent contemplation. because you’re not ungrateful, you lean forward and whisper thank you against his skin, lips making contact with his cheek as you leave behind a soft, chaste kiss. he stirs after that, making you leap back, hand pressed to your chest as your heart does the most disrespectful thing — beats rapidly, drowning out your thoughts, making you dizzy. when he doesn’t move again, you hop back into bed and curl onto your side and bury your head underneath the pillow.

when you see him later that day, he doesn’t thank you for sharing the blanket — on the other hand, you don’t think him for giving you the bed, either. his reasoning is because he’s still trying to figure out how best to broach the subject of you kissing him — or, his cheek, rather — and running away after. he considers himself a somewhat patient man, but with how much time he’s given you to get over your stubbornness, he’s not sure how much longer he’ll last at this rate.

your lips haunt him throughout the day, well into the night when you pretend to be asleep while he sits at that same desk, flipping through another book, but not absorbing a damn thing — he wonders why he hasn’t said anything yet, or why you still refuse to look at him, but he knows one of these days you’ll eventually concede. he must be patient, that’s all.

the following night tests your resolve; you make a small barrier with the pillows on the bed, struggling for a few minutes, even after he asks repeatedly if you need any help — but you decline, as you always do — before finishing and designating sides. eyebrow quirked; he looks at you in confusion. “it’s a bit much, don’t you think?” you inhale deeply, remind yourself to be as pleasant as possible and do your best to ignore the way his dark eyes keep you rooted in place.

“no,” you say quietly, but muster more courage to speak louder. “i think it’s an excellent idea. this way we can both lay on the bed without an issue.” you spent most of the day coming up with ideas and this was the best one; marco’s lips curl and he laughs without remorse.

“the problem is, the bed’s too small for that.” he checks the time and grabs his scarf. “i’m going out for a bit,” he says suddenly, “i’ll be back later.” he lingers by the doorway and says, almost as an afterthought, “i suggest you keep brainstorming,” before leaving.

you grab a pillow at random, determined to toss it at his retreating form, but don’t; instead, you flop onto the bed and bury your face in it, letting out a distressed cry out of frustration. no matter what you do, it seems the universe is determined to undermine your plans. maybe you should just stop fighting so much and see where things go, but when you think about the prospect of dropping your guard down around him, your mind spins — makes you lightheaded and impossibly foolish. you realize, belatedly, that the pillow you’re using is the one he used the night before.

it’s only evident because you’d recognize his cologne anywhere — it’s the kind to siphon all of the logic in your body, infiltrates your lungs so that it’s all you can smell and think about — you push the pillow away and roll onto your back, groaning audibly as you stare up at the ceiling. by the time marco gets back, you’re asleep, holding his pillow to your chest. naturally, he tries to pry it out of your arms, but you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for — so he acquiesces and after changing his clothes, climbs into the bed with you. just as he said before, there’s enough room for both of you; but he knows why you keep fighting him, and it’s amusing to see how far you’ll go to keep up the ruse.

again, you’re compromised, as marco’s arm rests around you lazily, his pillow discarded somewhere, and what’s worse is that you were possessed to do the unthinkable last night — cling to his body for warmth. his body temperature runs hotter than normal, so he’s the ideal person for you to share a small space with given the circumstances. however, when you take into consideration that you can barely function when he’s ten feet away let alone right next to you, this is the worst kind of situation to be in. your traitorous body makes it difficult to untangle yourself from his hold, but you succeed only to scoot too close to the edge of the bed and fall off.

“damn it,” you rub your shoulder and when you get off the floor, you see that he’s awake and doing a poor job of concealing his laughter again. a flush forces you to stomp away and angrily head to the bathroom to take a shower in the hopes of cleansing yourself of the indecent scenarios your mind keeps bombarding you with. you’re pretty sure he’s doing it on purpose, riling you up to the point where a single touch from him has you spiraling out of control. no amount of cold water can expunge the remaining heat from your body — the one that found you late last night when your fatigue had you so delusional that you languidly threw your leg around his, hands absently roaming along his exposed skin, your justification being that it was more comfortable to lay like that.

he was more than okay with that reasoning and wasn’t inclined to let you go; not when your body was so soft and pliable, where your breathing slowed to match his. he’d be a fool to disrupt that serenity and, besides, he liked having you to himself — away from the interference of the others.

you do your best to avoid interacting with him as much as possible, scurry off to the room under the guise of taking a nap — where he gives you an unreadable look in response, one that has tiny butterflies flapping around nervously in your stomach, that makes your hands shake, before telling you he’d be back later in the afternoon. nodding seems to be the only thing you’re capable at that moment, shutting the door in his face before lounging on the bed. frustration swells inside of you, splashing around angrily as you berate yourself internally.

there’s no real reason for you to be this difficult with him, but you’re unsure of how to proceed — your feelings are all over the place and you feel like throwing up constantly. if this is what the initial stage of love feels like, you’d rather spend the rest of your life sinking to the bottom of the ocean instead.

it’s ridiculous, though, that he can have you like this without even being remotely affected — to your knowledge, anyway — you bite down on your lip, wondering if maybe you just need to let go a little. you’re so tightly wound; you’ll never survive at the rate you’re going. lounging back on the bed, surrounded by your mini-fortress of pillows — as if that’ll protect you from him somehow — you think about the hard planes of his chest, how your fingers shamelessly traced along the ridges of his muscles, how he let you touch him freely without stopping you. it was confusing, to say the least, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it

it’s partially why you shimmy out of your pants and socks, toss the clothes haphazardly onto the floor, and find that your fingers are on the move again, brazenly slipping underneath the lace of your panties, legs parting to give yourself more access. this is wrong, you tell yourself as you gingerly dip your fingers in between your folds, arousal pooling as you imagine that it’s marco’s fingers touching you instead. and soon it doesn’t feel wrong at all; it’s freezing outside, but you’re burning up. a memory of his hand drifting down your back, of his fingers on your hips gently nudging you out of his way, of his mouth grazing your ear when you froze and didn’t immediately move.

the memory knocks into you repeatedly, battering your willpower, turning you into a sighing, whimpering mess — pitiful as you attempt to chase that similar feeling — once you starts rubbing slow circles on your pussy, hips jerking as you moan softly. while marco intended on taking some time for himself, he also happened to forget something in the room; so, imagine his surprise when he returns only a few minutes later, hand on the door handle as he watches you play with yourself. propriety would have him leave you be, walk it off, return much, much later and never speak of the incident again — but he’s beyond that now. he closes the door behind him, leans against the sturdy wood, eyelids lowering as an irrational whim washes over him.

you’re so into your fantasy that you didn’t hear him enter the room, nor did you hear him lock the door either. your fingers sink into your pussy, thrusting in and out slowly, at first, building momentum as you slide your free hand underneath your shirt to play with your nipples. it was hard enough the past few days dealing with being in the same room with you, which only amplified his agitation — with himself, of course — when he found that his cock was hard enough to incapacitate him last night. it’s only when he hears you call out his name — once, then again and again — that he bites his fist hard enough to draw blood, feeling whatever resolve he’d been desperately clinging onto snap with ease.

so of course, his legs carry him over to you, and of course he climbs onto the bed to swiftly remove your hand from your panties, his hand rough and warm around your wrist, your eyes blinking rapidly when you realize that he’s actually here and isn’t a figment of your imagination. you finally find your voice as shame sits heavily on your chest, making you squirm underneath him.

“don’t give me that look,” he says candidly, eyes drifting lower as they take in the sight of your damp panties and the wetness on your fingers. you should pull your hand away, but you don’t — too absorbed in watching him glide his tongue over your fingers, licking your arousal off, and lighting your entire body on fire. “you’re being selfish, y’know,” he says lightly, tongue clicking softly in his mouth as he looks down at you, while you attempt to form a coherent sentence, “keeping this from me…” he pinches your clit and drags another moan out of you as you buck your hips forward. “what do you have to say for yourself, hm?”

all you can do is open and close your mouth, for fear of telling him something mortifying — to admitting certain truths you keep trying to bury, but marco isn’t having any of that. not today.

“wrong answer,” he says with a sigh, almost as if he feels apologetic for what’s about to come. a different kind of anxiety fills you — mostly excitement that bubbles around inside, knocking your heart around, making it difficult to breathe as he tugs the rest of your clothes off of you. now, you’re quite certain this isn’t a dream, but on the off chance that it is… you hope you never wake up.

marco’s fingers twitch before he cups your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers, his mouth following suit as he licks and sucks on them. you try your best to keep quiet, but it seems that marco’s determined to make you vocal; you fight hard against it, clamp your lips shut tight, moan bouncing around your mouth as you inhale sharply to keep grounded. he chuckles darkly, kneading your breasts, coaxing some soft whining out of you until he bites the curve along your breast. you stifle a loud moan when you press your hand against your mouth, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer as you grind your hips against his. marco sucks his teeth at your insistence but admires your restraint; he trails kisses along your chest, teeth sinking into your skin as he leaves reddish marks behind.

your mind is melting, your body is completely under his spell, and you don’t even know why you’re fighting him this hard, if you’re honest. so, you simply give in — let desire take control for once, in the hopes that you’ll finally purge yourself of his lingering touch once and for all.

when he notices that your shoulders are much more relaxed, he shoots you a haughty grin before licking down the column of your throat, his fingers rubbing your pussy lazily, drawing out soft sighs that quickly morph into moans once he inserts a thick finger inside of you.

“marco,” you pant, eyes flying open again as you look at him, dazed but energized; you lick your lips and he circles his thumb around your clit. “more,” you say, a little breathless from his finger plunging in and out of you quickly — another finger joining the first one almost immediately. “more, please.” you don’t know what you’re asking for exactly, only that you’re slowly descending into a marco-induced-madness that currently has no cure.

“decided to stop being stubborn, huh,” a smug grin takes hold of his face before he kisses you. his lips move against yours with ease, your skin burning as his tongue slips into your mouth. your hips tremble with each thrust of his fingers, his cock pressing against the front of his pants, making it difficult to focus. you slide your hands underneath his shirt — soft and warm, skin smooth as it rubs softly against his abs — admire his hard muscles, and scratch at his chest when you clench around him suddenly, a dangerous flash of heat pooling in between your thighs as you cum unexpectedly.

your hips buck wildly under his hand as he keeps thrusting his fingers in and out of you. it’s impossible, the way you’re currently consuming every part of him — infiltrating the deepest parts of his mind, settling as if you’re intent on staying permanently — he hates how much he wants you and hates the way he doesn’t hate it at all. his teeth tug on your bottom lip, sucking roughly before releasing it with a small pop.

before he can say anything else that’ll piss you off, you tug his shirt off of him; he helps you take off the rest, and gives you a heated look, eyes raking down your body, admiring the bite marks he left behind. a good look, he wants to tell you, but keeps the comment to himself. for now. instead, he lowers himself so he can properly taste you. he runs his tongue flat against your pussy, the sensation making you yelp — you cover your mouth with your hands again, which makes him pull back and slap your pussy.

“don’t cover your mouth,” he says gruffly, mouth lowering as he spreads your folds open, “i want to hear you.”

his voice alone could trigger another orgasm within you, but thankfully he doesn’t say anything else. “but,” you start, swallow hard, hips rolling to push your pussy against his mouth as he eats you out, “w-what if s-someone hears?” you could kick yourself for sounding so timid, but you really don’t want to deal with anyone’s teasing after all of this. marco doesn’t answer right away, and before you can tell him off, he flicks his tongue against your clit and you let out a loud moan.

shameless, absolutely shameless; you don’t even bother feigning innocence, you’re too far gone for all of that right now.

“so what,” he says in between long licks, “let them hear.” it’s not like they’d actually have the guts to ridicule you in front of him. you want to tell him how ridiculous that is, that he can’t possibly mean that. but, when he looks up at you, a devilish glint coasting along his eyes, you decide against it. marco is something short of a man possessed, tongue dipping deeply inside your tight hole, enjoying the way your thighs press against him. pre-cum drips down the head of his stiff cock — he wants to fuck you so badly but is also very invested in ripping another orgasm out of you. there have been one too many nights where he envisioned his mouth on your pussy, devouring you like a man starved.

marco slurps on your pussy loudly, the noise lewd and making you flush all over again. he doesn’t care and likes the sound, committing it all to memory for later. when his mouth latches around your clit, a sinister jolt pulses through you, he holds you as he roughly sucks on your clit.

“fuck, marco, yes,” you words are strained, breath coming out in shallow pants, when you cum for the second time, he laps up your arousal, he taste hypnotizing him. you must’ve lost your mind because when he tells you to get on your hands and knees you don’t argue with him. marco runs a large hand over your ass, enjoying its suppleness, slapping it roughly. you let out a startled cry, nipples painfully hard as you clutch the bedsheets tightly.

“don’t hold back, love,” he says in warning, and you nod weakly before he slaps your ass again, prompting you to say yes repeatedly. “good girl,” he rubs the head of his cock against your glistening folds, a shudder passing through him at the contact. he’s so upset it took both of you so long to get to this point, but he’s glad it happened. and you are too, even though you fully plan on denying this tomorrow — because the idea of admitting that you liked marco so much you couldn’t handle it is too damn embarrassing, even for you.

marco inches his cock inside of you and you push your hips back to take more of him. he hisses and grabs onto your hips, fingers digging into your plush skin, a series of moans tumbling out of your mouths when he snaps his hips forward. he pauses briefly, allows you to adjust to his girth and length, and knocks his hips against yours all over again. his strokes are deadly — broad, hard, filthy — your back arches as you bounce against him, pussy tight and hot around him. not one to lose control of himself without reason, he finds himself unraveling quickly. he grabs your ass as he lifts his hips to angle his cock differently.

by now you’re sure your crew mates have all heard you scream marco’s name, panting as you beg him to fuck you harder, his hand wrapping around your thick hair, yanking you back towards him. he bites your neck as his hips remain close, strokes brutal and fast. you doubt you’ll be able to fuck anyone else after him. his body envelopes yours, sweat trailing down the side of his face, a light sheen coating your forehead and chest. he sucks on your neck recklessly, flicking his tongue at the spot, your hips bucking against him.

he pushes you down onto the bed, pulling out and rolling his hips forward, burying his cock in one go, a deep groan rumbling from deep inside of him. it’s feral, the way his thrusts are frenzied, possessive, tantalizing; a bit of drool trails down your lip, onto your chin as you sob, another orgasm powering through you. he pulls out again, rolls you onto your back, your lips parted — swollen from the way he kissed you earlier — eyelids lowered, a bit of adoration and hunger coasting along your face. there’s no way he can let you go after this; it simply wouldn’t work.

marco plunges his cock back into your puffy, aching cunt, your legs wrapping around him once more, your nails sinking into his skin as you scratch him. his lips are on yours again, tongue caressing yours hotly as he thrusts into you ardently, the orgasm lasting longer than necessary, body trembling from overstimulation. “i know,” he says in between kisses, reassuring you that he’s not that barbaric, “i know, i’ve got you.” something about the way he says that fills your chest with warmth, making you clench around his cock, your soft, plush walls milking him — spoiled and just as greedy, but he has no problems indulging you for something like this.

kissing you fervently, all teeth and tongue — messy, intense, crazed as you tug cling to him, hips rocking against his, pushing him over the edge indefinitely. his cum is thick, hot — even more as he keeps fucking you. later, you’ll tell him that he’s insatiable, an actual monster — but for now, you’re much too preoccupied with the delicious waves of euphoria that take over you. his hips slow but he doesn’t pull out right away, opting to kiss you again — properly, taking his time to map out your lips with his — breathing uneven, body heavy but a welcomed weight over you.

despite all of your theatrical tantrums, you know that a part of the reason why marco fucked you so hard was to tame that side of you. if he knows he was successful, you’ll never hear the end of it. so you don’t say a thing and enjoy the way your body feels light and weightless, a feverish hazes taking over you in the end, your arms wrapping around him, not wanting to let him go anytime soon — which is fine with him, your pussy is top priority on his list of things to do today, anyway.

#fic request #i finally finished omg #i rewrote this so many times btw #milestone event #500+ followers event #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece smut #one piece angst #marco the phoenix #marco x reader #marco x y/n #marco smut #marco angst #marco fluff #🍭✨🍨sticky & sweet event🧁✨🍭 #‘i can change him’ 🥴 #pineapple zaddy has had enough! #one piece fluff #spitfire-of-the-sea

[spacenintendogs]

3 10 16or 17 for the httyd asks!!

3. Did you play School of Dragon? If so, what dragon(s) did you have?

i tried back in 2018 but my laptop couldn't handle it. i never got past the tutorial with toothless and immediately uninstalled it and then was still devastated when they shut it down :')

10. What are your favourite songs from the soundtracks?

the big 3: forbidden friendship, test drive, and romantic flight.

see you tomorrow is a BANGER

all of the jonsi songs!!

once there were dragons is also so good... listened to that on repeat after i saw the hidden world in 2019

16. What is your favourite plot arc?

edit: i realized this said plot arc and astrid's character arc doesn't rlly count but for plot arc: hiccup & snotlout's arc of learning to respect each other more in riders/defenders of berk. basically the screaming death arc!!

astrid's in the first movie... it's near perfect and her role in the story is so vital bc her mind being changed makes stoick's mind being changed so much more believable. astrid's arc is such an interesting throughline to see the movie through. astrid being the most viking like of the teens and taking everything so seriously only to decide to give hiccup a chance (yes she was hanging off a tree rlly high off the ground and then only apologized bc toothless was whipping her around as payback for her attitude lol) but once toothless calms down that's when astrid rlly sits back and gives toothless & hiccup a chance & you just. see her relaxed for the first time in the movie and smiling so wide and it's SOOOOOOO. i love her so much.

17. Do you read or write HTTYD fanfic? If so, give some recommendations!

i do both!!

for reading, i haven't done a lot & i am kinda particular abt what i read (i heed tags & stuff seriously!! they're there for a reason!!) but!! from recent memory & my bookmarks

promises, promises is by @artinandwritin and it's abt her httyd ocs and @beebooca's oc set post the hidden world (except the dragons are still there!!) and it's such a fun exploration of the effect things can have on oc characters based on what happens to the canon characters they're connected to!! it's very good (and i am honored to have helped beta read :'))

translations by @bignostalgias is a hijack fic where jack frost ends up on berk after following silver dream sand (and ends up becoming "alive" again) and there's the whole thing where he's confused abt how berk exists and seems to be behind modern day and dragons exist. everything is so thought out and carefully put together and i just can not wait for more!!

frowny kisses by @tysonrunningfox bc my snotstrid loving ass adores those losers so much and op has got them DOWN!! the original snotstrid person fr fr i am begging y'all to pls check out their stuff!!!!!!!!!

also fics by @eemoo1o-tfrmoo & @kolasharkattack are also rlly rlly good!!!!!!

and yea i write fics lol but i go through spurts of YEAH UPDATE LET'S GO WOO and then quickly losing steam & updates come rarely even tho they take up so much space in my brain bc writing hard :')

the summer snotlout jorgenson got laid is tied to my modern au & it's abt the brief period astrid & snotlout decided to try dating & obv they break up but hey. unrestrained summer fun :)

burn is a series following astrid & snotlout's friendship. there's only 2 fics rn but windburn is complete and heartburn is a work in progress. i have a few fics for series stewing around in my brain as well but!! yea!!

then there's the calm dragon nip provides which is basically my fishlout smokes weed fic and it's not even a year old yet & tbh i'm not happy with it at all but i don't regret it enough to delete it. u can read it if u wish but i'm not proud of it. c'est la vie.

and those are my most recent fics!! and then my docs are just. full of incomplete bullshit lol <3 ty!!

#httyd #httyd ask game #rose answers #stonequiet #httyd fanfiction #rose writes #<- if u wanna see my wips lol #mona tag #emma tag #em tag

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

TW self harm

I found out from Killian's creator that Killian self-juries himself. If you're comfortable with writing this, culd you write sum non graphic hurt/comfort fluff of y/n finding it he hurts himself then comforts him and cheers him up until he's happy and smiling again? If ur not comfortable writing the topic, I apologize and u can just ignore and delete my ask

Ty and have a good day I love the way u write the creeps♥️

Awww thank you <33

TW: Mentions of self harm!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Helping Killian through a depressive state

Killian struggles heavily with his mental health. This is widely unknown by most creeps. He is seen by most as a cold, emotionally detached individual. But you knew him.

You knew the way his eye twitched when he's tired. You knew the way he furrowed his brows when he's focused. You knew the way he grinds his teeth when he's annoyed.

And it's these little things that help you read him. It took a while, but after learning all of his little quirks and traits, you are able to take one look at him and practically see what he's thinking written above his head in bold letters.

Today, he was even more distant than usual. More cold. More detatched. You studied him carefully throughout the day, trying your hardest to at least get him to talk to you, but it was no use. When he got home from work, he didn't greet you with a mumbled "I'm home." And a sweet kiss to your nose as he usually does. Instead, he went straight upstairs to his bedroom.

After hearing the door close gently, you get up from the couch you were sitting on, and look up the stairway. Dark, hollow, empty. You begin to walk up the stairs, calling out to killian softly. There was no response. And as you reach the top, you see the glow of the light from his lamp. You open the door and call out to him once more.

"Killian? Darling?" You say softly. You see a slight movement from the bed. You walk over to him and press a hand to his shoulder, which receives a flinch in response. That's no good. You take your hand away and tilt your head. "Are you ok?" You whisper.

It is silent for a moment, before slowly, the blankets are pulled down to reveal bloody cuts along his arms. You gasp and get off the bed, coming to kneel at the edge. There are new tears that trickle down his face as he stares at you blankly, awaiting your response. You wipe the tears from his cheeks as you observe the wounds. "Oh, angel..." you whisper. "Im sorry" he whispers back.

You stand and pull him into your arms, coming to lay back down on the bed with him in your lap. You cradle him, and shush him. "No, no. Don't ever be sorry, baby" you mutter to him. "I'm sorry i wasn't there when you needed me"

He shakes his head and holds his arms. "It hurts so bad." He whispers to you. "I know angel, I know. Come on. Let's get you cleaned up."

You help him stand and begin helping him clean his wounds and bandage them. He is silent during the whole process, and you are too. You have him wrapped up in a blanket sitting on the couch before you speak again. You are cooking him some food as he stares blankly at the floor. You look at him with a worried look before opeing your mouth to talk. "Hey, I'm here for you, you know? It's not like I'm gonna dissapear the second you need me."

He smiles to himself and looks up at you. "Thanks." You cup his cheeks and kiss him sweetly. "If we need to work something out, so that you're able to feel comfortable asking for help, thats ok" you whisper to him with a smile. He nods. "I think I'd like that" he responds, kissing you back.

#creepypasta #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #slender mansion #creepypasta x female reader #killian x reader #killian lynch x reader #killian lynch

[hurricane-heatt]

okay okay okay first of all ty for tagging me cuz I really wanted to do that one

second

I wanna know EVERYTHING about apricity. it intrigues me :)))

yayyyy hello!!! below the cut :)

apricity is my ot3 fest eheee i probsssss shouldn’t have included it on here bcus obvs it will be revealed VERY soon (and i need to finish it oops!) it’s seb/mick/mark which i think is such an interesting dynamic

i’ll drop the prompt here and then a snippet of what i’ve written for it. i’ve never written smick before and honestlyyyyy i don’t think i will again (because i don’t think ive done mick justice/huge sebmark enjoyer that it just encapsulates it all) but the prompt compelled me like nothing else like shoutout to op bcus i thought it was so funny

sebastian/mick/mark in the style of this tumblr post:

“if you have a boyfriend and you start liking another guy you dont actually have to break up. basically you can put the first boyfriend in the bathroom and close the door, and then bring the second guy into the house and let them get used to each other's smells through the door. if you supervise them for the first couple weeks, they should eventually get along or at least not kill each other while youre away.”

like PLEASE of course i had to write this!!! what a dynamic!!!! here’s a snippet :p

Though Mark can only see the back of Sebastian, he can tell he’s still smiling, like a pleased little cat. The way he did on the top step, helmet off, champagne poured over his head. These things stay the same, even if now the only championships he’s winning are in bread buttering and beekeeping.

“You and Mick. I don’t know, it’s just nice. You both being here.”

(In retrospect, it’s exactly where Mark should’ve at least suspected he'd been 12 steps behind in Sebastian’s chess game. Hell, he should’ve known it was checkmate from here, and yet he’s clueless. Maybe he always has been, when it comes to Sebastian.)

Instead, Mark feels a sort of relief flow through him, kissing Seb’s cheek before going back through to the dining room.

and then CHAOS. excited yet also quite nervous for ppl to read it just bcus i struggle w ot3s so much… huge shoutout to the fest bcus i think writing for it has helped me a ton for my own skills

thank u sacha!!! <33

#answered asks #wip talk

[natroze]

Ok so I Just like,,,, binge read all of azure, vermilion and wanted to just drop that ur writing is fucking 10/10 outa 10 just stellar amazing,, the way u write estinien is *chefs kiss* but im also a lil bit (a lotta) in love with kasi and his whole vibe? the way u write him? his character ugh its 10/10 looking very forward to when ever u update (absolutely no pressure writing takes time and energy) but wanted to just leave this as a more personal msg then a comment but ty op ur work is fantastic and i wish i could leave kudos every chapter

(also ur twitter links r v broken so i kinda had to hunt down ur tumblr sry)

ahhHH i'm very flattered you took the time to come find me!!! sorry i uh deleted my twitter in a fit of anti-authoritarian rage, ehe

I'm so glad you like how I write Estinien, I worry a lot about leaning too far out of character with my like. addressing his actual emotions and the PTSD he should absolutely have from everything he went through hahah...... i am also so glad you like Kasi though!!! he's my son my boy my horrid little chaos man <3

In my heart I wanna update the big kasiesti shenanigan I promise you, I am however also considering turning it into something original eventually as the plot in stormblood deviates further and further from canon......

#nat's fanfic

[boilingheart]

HI I LOVE THAT KISS GALE WITH TONGUE SPELL POST MAY I ASK WHAT FONT U USED TY OP U R GAWJUS AND AMAZING

HI HELLO THANKS LMFAO

The font I used was Century! I don't know if that's actually the font the game uses, but it looked the closest out of all the fonts I had. Just scaled it to size and color picked from the text underneath

this is by far the greatest thing i've made all year. i'm going to need more spell slots. if you want a good laugh, read all the tags on that post because holy shit LOL

upcasting this spell brb

#bheart talks #answered #so fucking happy to see so many gale enjoyers on that post LOL it made my morning when i woke up and discovered it BLEW UP

[dddomenstarstwst]

UR ARASHI POST 🥺😭 I LOVE HER SM !! i want to have a home spa day with her and massage her in the bath with ulterior motives . like start massaging her shoulders and whispering abt how soft and pretty her skin is and working my fingers down her body 😫😫 ur amazing op ty for the food

Aahhhh IM CRYING THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭😭

But for real, just having a nice bath with arashi, her back to your chest, both of u enjoy each other's presence. But then u start massaging her, leaving lil kisses here and there. Shes just gonna giggle bc of how cute u are, not knowing ur true motive.

Then u bring ur hands down to her thighs saying u need to massage them too, and shes like yeah sure darling, but the moment ur innocent massage turns into something more naughty shes clinging to your wrist soft pants leaving her mouth.

Shes so cute, she'll beg u to hurry and put ur fingers inside, dont keep her waiting!!😤 Shes been a good girl and deserves a reward, no? So give it to her!!

#erin talks #enstars #ensemble stars #arashi narukami

[southstand]

hi! u mentioned that guesung pulled lee kangin away from someone else before that vid & i was wondering if u had a link for it? sorry i don’t know how to word this in a way that doesn’t sound kinda weird.. i just thought that moment was really sweet ☹️ ty!!

hi anon!! i had to search a little bc i didn’t remember if one of the korean or english accounts i follow posted it but i managed to find it, here it is! i remember it more dramatically but honestly guesung didn’t rly steal or drag kangin away, he just had his hands on his neck and was waiting for the opportunity (aka to get him alone) FJDKAKDF 😭

what’s funnier abt that tweet is the kr caption … idk if you speak korean but if you don’t basically op wrote a whole ass analysis about how guesung held kangin’s neck and pulled him away to kiss him, it sends me 😭😭😭 but yeah that moment was rly rly sweet ☹️ you can just tell that kangin is the maknae/youngest on the team (he’s 21) and he’s so loved by all the players … they’re rly just all so affectionate to and fond of each other it’s soooo sweet 🥺

#guesung n kangin r literally so cute … gonna post some pics of them after posting this ☺️🫶🏾 #thanks for this ask anon!! 🫂 #rahul answers

[thedeadthree]

1, 20, 28, 35, 41 and 50 for Chiara and Marc?

MARIIII i adore u sm ty ty for the ask about my two loves! between chiara/marc, marta/ricardo AND vika/goro they have been living in my mind rent free and haven’t released their grip since! i will never not yell about these two!!!! 🤍😌

oc asks relationships edition 🤍

(x.x)

1. what were their first impressions of one another?

marc thought she was an enigma! frustrating but also interesting and not to mention quite easy on the eyes. but WHY was she... traveling with him? at their first expedition into a ruin for a valuable relic she wanted, he refused to have her tag along. where they were going there was BOUND to be others who would be more than happy to kill her for what they were after! he can’t make money if his client is dead u know? but she insisted! and did phenomenal well! they were in and out with the artifact with relative ease :). someone bearing the name BORGIA as her maiden name, with such high esteem was the last person he expected to hit targets with her precision. Chiara’s first impression of marc wasn’t much. he was a merc! someone she needed to watch her back were anything to happen. he was definitely appealing to her, but to be honest she never would anticipated seeing him after the endeavor was over. let alone find herself as enamored by him as they continued working together.

20. what are they like when sharing a bed?

a moment in bed together is a raare moment for them them both when they’re not on endeavors into ruins, or taking on some of their rivals and power players of the criminal/merc underworld, or whatever harebrained errand khonshu had them run. its just a respite for them to be in the presence of the other close and he might absentmindedly play with her hair, she might hum a tune. they’re just sort of... enjoying the short rest that moment is while it lasts? they don’t get very many so!

28.  are they affectionate in public? is it too much?

for the first? few months? or so? they were very private about their relationship! her ex husbands nonna is still alive *SIGH* so chiara had to be strategic on how public she wanted things to be between them both. a huge fear was that marc would meet the ire of her and her families adversaries, so for a bit to protect him she asked that it just be her, marc himself, layla, steven, jake, and khonshu being the only people in the know! then she broke the news to her close friend (and college ex boyfriend who unbeknownst to her also harbored feelings so it was bittersweet for him!) dane, and then finally she announced that she was seeing someone to her immediate family. so they would stop hounding her about remarrying ajndia. i would say that they’re not like SUPER into public affection but they’re not opposed to holding hands, a kiss to her forehead from marc, subtle displays are usually their go-to!

35. what moment did they realise that they were in love?

so for chiara, for a few months after they began on working together on a particular op? it hit VERY close to home for her. the artifact in question was cosimo’s wedding ring that she found out his nonna stole from his body, sold it to a black market dealer and claimed chiara donated it. so as to further incriminate her on her *murdering* her grandson. the dealer was holed up in a private island on a heavily guarded estate in the aegean island archipelago. it was different than their usual op but there was nobody else she trusted to carry this out with her. when they recovered the ring, she explained to him why this meant so much to her. he probably said something along the lines of, “all that? for this? must’ve been special.” and it was! inklings of her feelings were coming it but it hit her when she told him about how her au pair made her a sleeper widow without her or her parents knowing, and she sh*t her husband. telling him how she didn’t remember the weapon in her hand, and how he? understood? he sympathized? it was when he pulled her in and she sobbed into him that maybe what he meant to her changed! for him, it honestly was that very first op they went on! it was when he realized she was more than she seemed, when she took down a merc ready to put him in the grave while he was in combat with another enemy of theirs. she put herself on the line! it meant more to him than he thought and that’s the moment he went, “oh.” sakjnans.

41. what green flags do they have for one another?

hers? would be his concern for her wellbeing, when he dropped himself down to be there alongside steven/save him in the sands, for being the only soul she can open up to and not dread them thinking negative of her or believing what has been said of her! for him, it’s that likewise, shes concerned for his! as well as the wellbeings of steven and jake! that she had his back through everything they’ve been through, that they’re something akin to soulmates is a green flag if he’s ever seen one!

50. is there anything that scares them about their friendship/relationship?

chiara 🤝 marta in this ask <- terrified of losing the one person that means the most to them! except unlike marta it’s a little different for her! marc is already aware that she was a sleeper widow and until yelena undid her conditioning with that red gas, could k*ll him at any given moment should anyone know the activation words, and that bc of her being a sleeper widow without her control killed cosimo... and though a fear of hers WAS that potentially she could do that to him, that went away after she was reconditioned! her biggest fear about her relationship and was ultimately why it took her so long to reciprocate the mutual feeling that she in turn had for him, was that now that she was reconditioned it didn’t spare him from others hunting him down. anyone who knew the truth was a THREAT to cosimo’s nonnas plan to bring down chiara and the last dregs of the borgia name. sure, he had khonshu. but her enemies are CALCULATING. what if he was caught off guard? what if there is a moment like during the series where marc DOESN’T have khonshu and the moon knight suit to defend him? her biggest fear in their relationship doesn't necessarily have anything to do with HIM per say, its others! she’s waited this long to call him hers, she doesn’t want to lose him now!

#🌹: mari #d-vx #kajnsdksa these are essays but I couldn’t not yell about themmmm! I love them sm! they’re my beloveds! #TY SO MUCH MARI DEARIEEE ur the sweetest! this was so cute to do! <3 #oc: chiara de laurentis #x: lonely is a man without love #x: chiara x marc #and mentions of! #x: my baby shot me down #x: chiara x cosimo #leg.asks #leg.ocs #leg.txt #they’re making me an emotional wreck! the fact it took YEARS? that there was always a sense of what if until they finally admitted #that they cared for each other? that they both have been through so much together and nothings changed how they’ve felt abt each other! #has me emotional! I love them sm! these are my babiesss! #also petition for all of us to personally FIGHT cosimo’s nonna at the next medici family reunion! shes the worst! #COSIMO YOU DESERVED BETTER MY DEAR I AM SO SORRY THE WORLD DID YOU SO DIRTY :’) #also ur all free to fight ME for making chiara suffer like this aksnsao :’) #I had so much fun writing these!!!! <3 ahhh I want to do more :’)