「 💭 」⠀mind imagining how would it feel to be "double-stuffed" by rubedo and albedo

cw. NSFW (MDNI), afab! reader, degrading + praising, oral (m), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, name-calling, puppet ‘bedo and real 'bedo double stuffing you

just having one of albedo’s cock brushing so eagerly on your cervix had you limping for days then what more if there’s the puppet albedo picking on how sensitive you are (both mind and body), and being rougher than albedo himself?

how can you choose between the two?

“you’re taking me so good, love. can you feel how deep i am inside of you? yeah, that’s right, buck your hips just like that.” albedo’s sweet voice came from behind, mind buzzing at how you can take it all in and obey when your mouth is being stuffed full by the puppet albedo who had been grinning at how messy he made you after cumming twice already.

“what a fucking whore, taking two cocks at the same time. are you that desperate to be full of cum?” the raggedness in his tone, the smug expression he sports that is the entire opposite of the handsome face of the man you love had sparked something within you.

you moaned in response, eyes closing from how you stopped your gag reflex from acting up after the puppet albedo thrust himself back inside your throat, the little bump prominent on your neck.

“is that true, love? that you are indeed desperate to let us have a take on your gorgeous body?” albedo whispered after his pace from behind had increased in speed, edging you towards another orgasm. you can’t verbally answer back from how the puppet albedo had your mouth busy milking him dry so your hole had clenched on albedo’s cock.

“i admire your honesty love, you deserve to cum too, yes?” albedo’s hand had snaked its way up to your neck and felt how the puppet albedo’s cock kept on sliding in and out of your throat. he hummed in delight, using the other hand to steady your shaking body as he pushes you to your orgasm.

“fuck, take your fill you slut.” and you felt each heavy squirt of the puppet albedo’s cock down your throat. you moaned from how full he had you feel, pleasure intensifying while seeing the carbon copy of albedo’s satisfied face right above you. you had swallowed it all, so good, like the good slut that you are.

and that had you reaching your climax, body collapsing on the arms of albedo as he grunts. he roughly pummeled himself deep, prolonging your orgasm before he came and filled your hole to the brim of his cum.

“so good, you’re always so good.”

“a good slut you are, f/n.”

in the post-orgasmic state, your mind was a mushed mess and just sighed in bliss before gently falling down the bed thanks to albedo. the alchemist had shaken his head, stifling his words when he eyes the puppet albedo frowning at the two of you.

“they didn’t choose between us two.”

originnssssss who remembers origins i Loved origins

Lowkey i ate with rhis actually no i didn't i ate wirh rhat ENDER EYE Why is it so rendered Hello

IGNORW RHEIR UGLY UGLY DESIGNS This was before they switched to their iconic Skins past e didn't know......

They’re getting ready to go film tiktoks

Bonus bc the lashes are a Vibe:

there's a very specific kind of vibe that comes with living with your friends in final year that it just does not have in first year or even second year. like as a fresher it's usually the first time any of you have lived away from home let alone with SO MANY people your age and it's terrifying and exciting and randomised to boot so it's generally carnage for a whole year in the best and worst ways, and then second year you pick who you're living with and it feels like for the first time you're doing this adult thing PROPERLY. you have a place of your own now. these are the people you've chosen to live with. studying gets serious etc. but it's still fresh. it's still new. you still don't know how to navigate it. but final year? final year is when you actually get it right. you know how to manage your time better. you know what works for you and what doesn't. studying is the main focus and you've been out in the world for three years now and it's not loud and boisterous like it was in first year and you're not exciteable and awkward like you were in second year. you're comfortable. every single one of my flatmates has their own friend group and we mainly keep to our own social circles, but we'll still meet each other back at the house after a night out and sit in the kitchen or my room to do the debrief. sometimes i'll go days not seeing either of them despite sharing a house but every now and then someone will softly call up the stairs that 'the heating's on!' or one of us will sneeze and the other two will yell 'bless you!' through the walls. the lack of interaction isn't interpreted as dislike in ways it would have been even last year, because we're all just old enough to be past that now and settled enough in our friendship not to worry about it. idk. uni is very loud and unsettling a lot of the time so it's been really sweet to see how almost boringly comfortable final year is.

Crocoman has been on my mind lately and I had a realisation (what I have to admit is that my memory is shit, so the whole conundrum might be pointless, but) wet + Croco = bad times for our Sandman. So... If he slices up a man and in turn gets splashed by blood, does he just... nullifies his own power? You can smush or suffocate with sand, but Crocodile makes stabby weaponry from it too, stabby weaponry that I am reasonably sure is attached to his arm at times. Does he developed a combo of sucking the moisture off his victim right before it soaks him and makes him a sad soggy man?

He loves living right on the edge. Desk right in front of a huge glass window that is the only thing separating him from tons of water rushing in and ending his career? check (additional flex is that it'd take as little as one very motivated bonk from his bananawani to said window for that end to come). Close ranged, bloody fights that pose the very reasonable danger of getting soaked by blood? check. Our man fears nothing.

I mean from what we've seen, usually Crocodile uses his stabby-slicy attacks from a distance, while in close range it's usually either Sables to blast people off or Barján to dehydrate people, as seen here

Like Barján doesn't cut people, surely Crocodile could've used it to cut people instead if he wanted to, but no, it mummified the guards instead

So considdering our beloved Crocodile is a smart little boy, this all could be intentional, because yeah, if he did get splooshed with blood he would lose his Logia Invunerability at least until the blood would dry, and that would just be inconvenient

And that would make for a good combat tactic in general- mummify those in range, if you can't mummify them then nuke them with Sables, and if Sables only blasts them out of your range, well now you can use Desert Spada to slice 'em without getting moisturized. Like if this was a video game that'd make for a good gameplay loop

Also while it's only stated in canon he can absorb moisture with his hand, I wouldn't be surprised if Crocodile could also passively absorb moisture from his whole body (if just less efficiently). Like during Round 2 with Luffy he did get completely soaked but was able to turn back to sand soon again, so unless the Alabastan Heat was on Croc's side, surely he couldn't have dried that fast. Same for when he was covered partially in his own blood in Marineford, surely when Doflamingo decapitated him he would've actually died if his face was still wet with blood (though Oda forgot to draw the blood on that page so take that with a grain of salt lmao)

Really the only thing that doesn't seem to quite fit into his combat loop nicely is the Big Ol' Stabby Hook as you mentioned, because if anything's gonna make people bleed all over him, it's that, that's the thing (though he could just use the actual base of the hook to pummel people with and the hook is there because. It's a prosthetic.) (You know I did always wonder why Croc wanted to use the hook instead of the hidden blade because surely the blade would be more convenient for inflicting pain but, actually, yeah, the hook makes sense)

This all said, while it would be inconvenient for him I would like to see Crocodile get covered in blood more often, it looks good on him ❤️

wait no sorry one last quick immature bitch moment

the more I find out about how this person has behaved in both this relationship and a bunch of other relationships, the funnier it is how much they like to set themselves up as a like. authority on ethical nonmonogamy and consent and conflict management.

when like. they constantly sexually assault people to prove a point, pressure their partners into shit, got into enm by cheating on 3 people concurrently, and literally every time a problem in their orbit is brought up it gets explained away without anything actually changing, or they cry about how hard it is until everyone says OH NO IT'S FINE DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT

you know. very "call yourself a Community Organizer even though you're not on speaking terms with your roommates" energies.

older butch lesbians, living happily as butch women, who say “if I were a kid now I would have been a trans man instead of a lesbian” are a whole lot closer to being trans— not ‘potentially’ trans, not ‘might have been’ trans, but really, actually, literally, trans, in their present lived experience, she/her and all— than they are to being transphobic. but I don’t think any of you are really ready for that conversation.

i haven't been having the best time lately

aoki fans v majima fans in the copium competition who's winning

Badboyhalo and my beloved wife (the nuclear reactor)

Friend & I went to an extremely tiny convention today, where I bought this silly lil' guy (while dressed in Goro Majima cosplay, yep). Of course, I was then obligated to carry him around wherever we went — and the outing concluded with some yummy ramen ♥

just hung out w friends for five hours and feltso full of whimsy I could pass out <333 I miss them so bad already but I get to see them tomorrow tooooo

had a trainwreck of an in person consult for my sleeve tattoo yesterday only made better by the itty bitty yorkie shop dog adoring me and sitting on my lap the whole time.

I actually had such a peaceful Tuesday off. Like, yes I didn’t get out of bed until like 2 & shower until 4 but I took it easy and didn’t put any pressure on myself and just like. Breathed and it was calm and I felt peaceful and just took time to be a quiet little slug.

Just one last performance and then I can sleep again

kairi not liking mushrooms but *ansem apparently putting mushrooms in his curry has me reeling in the reality where ansem did take care of kairi and was just having The Worst time trying to feed her

*in the manga only