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hazelfoureyes · 4 days

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Ho, ho, ho~! I hope your vibrators are fully charged, cause this one's gonna have yall going full ahegao~! If not, then you'd best get those babies plugged in before continuing. Consider this your only warning... ;D

"Oh? Have I managed to shut up the big, scary Radio Demon?" You asked, the reaction your movements pulled from Alastor going straight to your head and to your core. A smirk danced across your face as you traced the tips of your fingers from the crevice between his clavicles down his sternum to the indentation of his navel and even further south, following the tufts of hair that was the beginning of his happy trail*.

Eyes shooting open at your little taunt, Alastor raised his head to look at you sitting pretty on his cock, shadows swirling around you and the sclera of his eyes flashing black for just a moment. "Hah! Only in your dreams, my sweet..." he breathed out just before you raised your hips and slammed them back down in the next moment, voice thick with that staticky radio filter that made him stand out from the rest (among other things). He clenched his jaw, teeth grinding in the same manner as your hips on his pelvis. Closing his eyes, he took a moment to compose himself before opening them once more, his sclera having shifted back to their usual red.

"Besides, my voice is one of the things you love best about me. You would- nnghh fuck! ... You would HATE-" Alastor started, feeling a little mischievous as he planted his hooves (feet?) into the bed and delivered a solitary, brutal thrust - one hard enough to knock you forward and force your hands to either side of his head. "-If I stopped talking," he called your bluff, a soft chuckle reverberating through his chest as his other hand found your hip.

"God damn you..." you mumbled, fighting back a smile as you stared down at him. He was right. It was just one thing on a very long list, but his voice was one of your favorite things about him. Even better was the unexpected shock you received whenever he would suddenly drop the radio filter and all you heard was pure, unadulterated Alastor. As if he had been reading your mind, the deer demon pulled you from your thoughts with another thrust and a few words without his famous filter. "God has no place here. You know that," Alastor groaned as you raised your hips, deciding to give him a small taste of his own medicine. Slamming your hips down again, you smirked once more as he released a sharp gasp followed by a drawn out moan as you started to build a pace. "Oh fuuuck meee... D-darling...- nghhhaha...- please-" he moaned out as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room once more.

Alastor raised one of his hands to rest on the back of your head, digits threading themselves through your tangled strands as he began to buck up into you - heavy balls slapping against the fat of your ass with a 'pap! pap! pap!' sound. He drew your face closer to his, pressing your foreheads together while he used you as a cocksleeve, the remnants of your previous releases creating strings connecting his thighs to your ass. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Hoh-ooohh shiiiittt!" He moaned out in time with each thrust, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he started to lose himself once more in the way your sweet pussy clenched and pulsated around his throbbing dick.

"Hah! Hah! Fuh-... uhah!! Ala-... Al-... Hah! Ah!" You cried, nails digging into the sheets beneath his head, losing what little control you had before he started this bruising pace. "Oh fuck, ohhh fuuuckkk..." Alastor breathed out, that familiar knot in the pits of his belly tightening more and more with every slam, every thrust to your soaking cunt. "You're gonna make me-... mmpphhhoh shit! Make me cum!"

* he SO has a happy trail~ I just can't decide if it's red or black. But I KNOW he puts conditioner on it, so it's not all wiry and scratchy when you go down oh him ahaaa~ 🥴

MINK, GURL YOUR MERCY COMMENT WAS ONE OF MY BIGGEST REASONS FOR THINKING UP MORE ADDITIONS OF COURSE YOU'RE IN THE LOOP! You'll never not be in the loop my love, your reactions are pure gold and give me life~! Besides I gotta give something back, make yall feel the same way I do when I read anything you post! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

btw it's literally killing me rn that I can't interact publicly with any of yall's stuff. I wanted to wait until I was in the final stages of writing the planned fics I have for each of you, but I don't think I can hold on to my anonymity much longer! YOUR MINDS ARE JUST SO BEAUTIFUL JFC HOW DID I FIND NOT ONE BUT THREE?! AND IN THE SAME FANDOM?!?! LIKE HOW?!?!?!?!?!

Danny baby your puns have me rolling omfg 🤣 I swear I'mma think of one or bring in some outside help (dad jokes ftw!) that's gonna knock you dead holy shit- BRING IT ON HUNNY PUN. LET'S DO THIS 💖💥 ... I'll see myself out 🤣

- ☄️❤️ Smut Santa

「He drew your face closer to his, pressing your foreheads together while he used you as a cocksleeve」

あああああ

I LOVE BEING USED AS A COCKSLEEVE HOW DID YOU KNOW SMUT SANTA— SMUNTA? SMANTA. SMUT CLAUS

SAINT DICKOLAUS

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Also a doe in fall part 6 also has reader riding, heavy balls, and forehead touches??? Get outta my fucking head???

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ange1ace · 3 months

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CHERRY

tw: smut, age gap (reader is over 18), dbf!price, degrading kink, price being a cocky little bastard, definitely not proof read

a/n: need him to turn me into a fucking pretzel

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"y-you like this huh-?, look the little angel likes getting fucked like a whore-"

Your choked out sobs echo around the room as he buries your head deeper into the pillow, trying to muffle your sounds. He grits his teeth, bringing his head to your ear. "shh-you dont want your little friends finding about us now-?"

The little comment is meant mock you for your previous inhibitions about this entire arrangement-especially since your friends and relatives are right downstairs. "Wonder what they'd think of you hm-? letting someone twice your age fuck you like some kind of slut-" He lets a smug smile show on his face as you whine. "S-shut up-" , even though the comment is almost incoherent due to the sound of his hips meeting yours roughly as your pussy spasms around him.

He bites his lip to muffle his own sounds-jaw clenching as he holds himself back from fucking you properly. Its slow-achingly so and you both know its not what you want-what you need. You push back against him, a desperate attempt to fill that neediness that drips down your things and has you trembling in front of him. A gear snaps inside his head as he watches you fuck yourself on his cock-all prior worries about ruining you leaving him as eh watches you in your desperate state. "A fucking mink-y'know that-?" he mutters, as he brings your hips closer to him and somehow finds a way to push himself even deeper inside you. "whining like a bitch in heat".

He starts to drill into you and it fucking hurts. You knew it would when you first saw him but it doesn't change the stretch you feel as you try to take all of him. You attempt to close your legs to alleviate the tension in your core. It doesn't last long though, because his hand meets your ass causing you to let out a pathetic whimper and open back your legs as his right hand arches your back-forcing your ass flush against his hips. "come on-keep them open f'me"

Its bruising-the constant assault on your pussy that threatens to send you over the edge. Pain blurs into pleasure, leaving you so fucked out of your mind, you start babbling mindlessly-pleas of begging him to fill you up with his cum, how you want-need-him to claim you as his. He hears you of course, and tries to remind himself that he still has some self control in him, but with the way you're fucking squeezing him and the things you're saying? he already knows he's too far gone to ever think of stopping. He starts to rut into you harder, the sounds coming from you egging him on as you feel the familiar coil in your stomach tightening.

"s-shit-" he breathes out as his hips stutter. "want me to fill you up sweet girl? huh?-bet you wouldn't even care if anyone saw us in here-want everyone to see what a pretty little slut you are for me dont you?"

His words do nothing but leave you teetering on the edge even more and you doubt you even care how degrading his words are-desperation prompting you to push back against him even more-doing anything as long as it gives you the euphoria you're so badly craving. You feel like you're drowning-you have to be, you're mind so foggy you doubt you can see straight. You try to think but every possible thought leaves you along with every breath you try to take as he pounds into you. You see white when you feel your orgasm ripping through you, thighs trembling as your eyes roll back, entranced in a feeling that can only be described as pure ecstasy. And price? he's not far behind with the way you're walls practically swallow him, and when he does finally release inside of you, he watches as his cum leaks out of you-giving you a light slap on your ass because how is he supposed to properly breed you if all you do is waste what he gives you :(

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grandlinedreams · 6 months

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You’ve done an aged up quirk story, could I request one one where the Heart Pirates get hit with the opposite, and suddenly reader and Law are frantically taking care baby everyone. And there’s something about seeing reader handling babies that stirs…something in Law.

Hiya!! I actually haven't done a story like that before so I think you have me confused for Coza who did do an aged up thing, but I hope I can do this justice for you! But also hey i made it a week on this blog before devolving into my law based brainrot also most of this is under a readmore bc it's LONG pulling in at about 2.4k

[!]: MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

[Heads up!: devil fruit effects, fingering, reader is not gendered but there is usage of termed genitals(clit), unprotected sex, breeding kink, piv, i think i have my bases covered]

All in all, you’re really not sure this situation can get worse.

But on second thought, you amend it ㅡ things can always get worse. And so, correction ㅡ things could get worse, but you’re desperately hoping that they won’t.

“[Name]?” You look down at the tiny redhead, his arms wound around your leg. “Can you hold me?”

“Of course.” You bend down as he reaches up, your hands hooking under his arms to lift the small boy into your arms, situating him against your hip. “Careful though, don’t wake Bepo.”

The mink, now reduced to a small cub, is fast asleep in the cloth you’ve tied around yourself as a makeshift carrier, his head resting against your shoulder. Approaching footsteps make your attention shift to the newcomer, your eyes locking with familiar gold. “Any luck?”

Law shakes his head. “I didn’t figure that he’d hang around long afterwards. Baㅡ” Your eyes narrow in warning and Law looks away, jaw clenching as he surveys the mess that’s been made of his crew. Besides you and himself, the rest of the crew’d been the unfortunate victims of a devil fruit effect that’d reverted them to children ㅡ and without their current, adult frame of mind.

“How long do you think this will last?” you ask, adjusting Shachi on your hip again, and Law’s eyes flick from the redhead to Bepo’s sleeping face, then to his own hands. Both are occupied by a set much smaller than his own, and Ikkaku looks up at him and beams as Clione stares at the ground, scuffing his shoe in the dirt.

What an odd scene this must appear to be ㅡ two adults and a group of children of varying sizes scattered nearby, tucked far enough into an alleyway that the casual passersby wouldn’t spot them.

“Not sure. If we’re lucky, it shouldn’t last much more than a couple of hours.”

“Well, nothing to be done but figure out how to look after them until it wears off.” You wiggle the fingers of your free hand in invitation, and Law watches as Uni darts over to latch onto it with both of his. “Should we take them back to the Polar Tang?”

“That’d probably be our best bet,” Law sighs, and Clione looks up at him with a frown.

“Are you mad at us?”

Law turns, lips parting ㅡ and you cut him off before he can speak, your tone gentle in a way he’s never heard. “Of course not. Nobody’s mad at any of you, okay? You’re not in trouble, I promise.”

Clione perks up at your words and you smile, pleased that you’ve been able to help cheer up your crewmate. Pushing down the stir of something odd in his chest, Law looks back up at you. “We should head back.”

You nod and adjust Shachi again, coaxing him to wrap skinny arms around your neck for support and still when Bepo squirms at the accidental knock of Shachi’s hand against his cheek, though the mink otherwise stays asleep.

You slip past Law and he watches as Hakugan, Penguin and Jean Bart hurry to follow you, sight uncannily similar to that of ducklings following their mother. Glancing down at Ikkaku and Clione, he heaves a soft sigh before he moves to follow you.

You make it half-way back through the little town before Ikkaku is tugging on his hand, and he glances down at her. “My feet hurt.” Cheeks puffed in a tiny pout, brown eyes bore into his own as she tugs on his hand for emphasis. “Carry me!”

“It’s not much further,” he tries, adjusting his tone so that it’s something closer to yours had been and when it doesn’t do anything beyond making Ikkaku pout further and stomp one of her feet, he gives in and lets go of Clione’s hand for a moment to pick Ikkaku up. The tiny girl makes a noise of delight, and he reaches for Clione’s hand again, little fingers curling around his.

He knows how strange the two of you must look with your entourage of children, and he finds himself wishing more now than ever that the effects of that devil fruit will wear off. You’re stuck here until it does, after all ㅡ the two of you can’t pilot the Polar Tang on your own, and he’s not certain about the effect of deep-sea submersion on children.

“You have a lovely family, my dear.” Law looks up to find you halted by an older woman who watches his crew cluster around your legs, Shachi tucking his face against your shoulder. As Law steps closer, her eyes flick to him. “This must be your husband.”

There it is again, the odd flicker from before ㅡ stronger now, even as warmth threatens to rise to his cheeks at being called your husband. Your own are already pink, though your smile stays polite.

“Thank-you,” you say, and the lady beams before she hurries off ㅡ apparently her only intent to compliment you and your supposed family. The Heart Pirates are your family, you've said that before and made it clear ㅡ but that woman's words are rattling around in Law's head with an entirely new kind of persistence.

He's never given what he'll do after all of this much thought. To keep himself grounded in reality and not let himself hope for too much, he's told himself he'll be fine with just making it out alive. But now?

"Law?" Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts to find you watching him, your expression somewhere between confusion and concern. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he says, "let's keep moving. The sooner we're back on the Polar Tang, the better."

Now, he thinks he might give it more thought. Something soft, vulnerable ㅡ a future with you, where he can be your husband. He's never even thought about marriage like that, but being called your husband ㅡ he could get used to that.

And a family.

That surprises him, the sudden want for it ㅡ or maybe it's always been there, pushed down and buried. He doesn't even know your own thoughts on it ㅡ what you want for the future. You've never talked about it in depth before ㅡ but he still hopes that whatever you want, he can be the one to give it to you.

ㅡ

"They're all finally asleep," you report quietly as you slip into Law's room, shutting the door with a sigh. "They'll be confused if they wake up like that and they're back to normal." You pause. "They are cute, though."

"Small price to pay," Law says, watching as you climb over his legs to settle on the bed beside him. "I just hope they don't remember this."

"Embarrassed that they might see you as anything but a grump?" You tease, grinning when he gives you a flat look. "I saw you holding Ikkaku earlier, it was cute." You reach, snuggling into his side. "I can see you as a dad to a little girl."

Law tenses. "About that," he starts, and you pull away to regard him curiously as his attention shifts to you, eyes locking with yours. "Have you thought about what you want when this is over?"

Your head tilts. "I mean not really," you admit, "but if I had to…I think I'd want us to settle down somewhere nice. I'd want a garden, so it'd have to be a place with good weather…" Law is staring at you, and you trail off. "What?"

"You said 'us'," he points out, and you snort, amused.

"Well yeah, dummy. You think I want that with anyone but you?" There's a small smile tugging at your lips, one that gives him the push to continue with his next question.

"And…would you want a family?"

"Well, you're my family," you say and his lips part to protest that he doesn't mean like that, but you're continuing before he can. "But like…our family? Between you and me? Yes, but…I would never push for something you didn't want too, Law." Your tone is soft but expression serious, no sign of teasing. "Kids or no kids, I want my future to be with you, whatever that means for us."

He wants to agree. Wants to tell you that he feels the same way, that it doesn't matter as long as he has you ㅡ but instead, he kisses you.

He can tell he's surprised you with the vehemence behind it, the seconds delay before you kiss him back. You let him push you onto your back, caging you beneath him.

"Law," you manage when he finally pulls away in favor of kissing your jawline, "Law, the kidsㅡ"

"They're not really kids," Law counters and you huff, finding it hard to focus with the pinch of his teeth, worrying strawberry pink blooms down your neck.

"They're right there," you still protest weakly, though you know you're already on the losing side of the argument. Law hums, pausing against the flutter of your pulse point, lips curving into a smirk.

"Then you'll just have to keep your voice down." Law is an absolute menace when he wants to be ㅡ something he's making clear at the moment.

You bite back a whimper when his lips press against your collarbone, the upward skim of one of his hands on your stomach earning a shiver from you and the arch of your back as he palms at your breast.

There's the brief pause as he works your shirt up and over your head, his own following before there's the warmth of his mouth on your skin again.

Lifting you a hand to cradle the back of Law's neck, you whine when he reaches up, tugging your hand away and pressing it down into the bed beside your head. "If you know what's good for you," he murmurs, "you'll keep your hands there."

It's a threat and a promise, one that makes heat pool between your legs, instinctive upward roll of your hips against earning you a groan against your skin as he grinds down against you.

The path that Law makes down your chest is gentle but intentional, the brush of fingers down your ribs as he lets his attention linger at the soft skin of your stomach. Your cheeks burn at the soft intimacy of it, the strategic handful kisses at your navel, down to the swell of your hip bone.

And then Law is moving back up, kissing you soundly as he pops the button of your pants, tugging the fabric of your underwear down with it and thumbing at the plush of your thighs as he skims his hands back up.

The sink of one long finger into you gets a choked gasp of his name, one that makes him smirk, watching your face contort with pleasure as he adds a second finger.

"This soaked and I've barely touched you," he murmurs, eyes gleaming at the crawl of darker red across your cheeks before your hips buck at the curl of his fingers. You've been intimate only a handful of times but he knows you like the back of his hand, drinking in every sound and face you make and committing them to memory.

He can feel the slick pulse of your walls around his fingers, clenching with every curl and press of his digits, a moan slipping from your lips when he scissors them. A hard crook of his fingers paired with the abrupt press of his thumb against your swollen clit is what does you in as you cum, clenching hard around his fingers as you soak his hand.

He gives you a moment to recover, watches your chest heave as he reaches to shed the last of his own clothing. His skin is warm against yours as he settles over you, hisses at the slick drag of your core against his throbbing length.

"Want you," you say, and Law's chest aches as he leans in to kiss you. This time he does it sweetly, intertwines one of your hands with his, the other slipping down to guide himself to your entrance before he sinks into you.

Your fingers squeeze his as Law's hips meet flush to yours, room quiet save for the sound of soft panting as you try to ground yourself. Law hisses as you clench around him, kissing the corner of your mouth before he pulls back enough to start moving.

It's not as rough as you'd been expecting with how suddenly he'd pounced on you, but there's a certain intensity to his thrusts that doesn't go unnoticed. Your gaze drifts over the flush to Law's cheeks, the fine layer of sweat at his forehead, the shock of dark hair you so often run your fingers through during late nights and early mornings. Times where he's wholly, selfishly yours, just as much as you are his.

Pleasure lances through your veins when he shifts his hips a little, nudges your legs apart a tiny bit further apart so that he sinks just a little deeper into you. The hand intertwined with yours slips free, fingers drumming down your ribs and in.

The barely there swell of your lower stomach is what catches Law's attention, magnetic as he spreads his fingers against it, pressing down slightly. It's not enough to hurt you, would never be that much ㅡ but the way your eyes roll makes it beyond worth it.

"Gonna give you a baby," he says, words tumbling from his lips unchecked, "give you everything you could ever want, so long as you're mine."

He pairs it with a rougher thrust, aware of how you're clenching around him, dangerously close to that precipice. "Say you're mine, [Name]. Wanna hear you say it."

"Yours," you gasp, voice pitching higher when he slips his hand down to rub at your clit, working it in tight circles. "I'm yours!"

Law cums first, presses as deep as he can and groans into your neck as he spills into you, setting off your own orgasm as you clench around him with a moan.

He all but collapses against you, breathing hard as you drag a hand up and down his back. Once he's caught his breath, he leans up enough for a soft kiss, one you return before you thread your fingers into his hair and tug him away from your mouth.

He expects a comment on what the two of you just did, or perhaps something about what he had said, the potential ramifications of your actions. But you don't. Instead you stare at him sweetly, a juxtaposition from the words that you say next.

"If the kids heard any of that," you warn, "you're dead to me."

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celestialwhoree · 25 days

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𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧 𝐆𝐨 - 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

Baths have to be one of your favourite things. There's something about lounging in the epsom salts filled bath, candles flickering about the edge, lights dimmed low and your favourite playlist thrumming quietly through your speaker that puts you on cloud nine.

Ever since your date - since Nikto vowed to fuck you properly - you've been a bubbly, gushy mess of feelings and fluttering in your tummy. To be honest, you're not so sure of the protocol now, of when it's appropriate to try and arrange a second date, or dig through your nightstand for the box of condoms which have probably long since expired. You've always been the one being chased, never the one doing the chasing. It's equal parts frustrating and so utterly thrilling.

What you're not aware of is how much your neighbour is struggling too. He's not sure how much longer he'll last with masturbating to the thought of you, imagining what silly little lingerie you'll wear when he finally takes to to bed, daydreaming of how you'd look under him, those mink lashes fluttering and rolling as he thrusts into you, how you'd whine and mewl at his every word of praise. He's getting desperate. A desperation which he's forcing himself to ignore so as not to frighten you like a stray gunshot with a wild rabbit.

Nikto, eventually gathers his strength, steels himself and forces away the unfamiliar stress he hold up tight in his shoulder blades, his balled fists at his side. The sound of your footsteps pounding down the stairs after only the first firm knock he raps on your door eases his anxiety, the look on your beaming face only serving to dissipate it completely.

"Hi!" You chirp breathlessly, still a little warm from having been mid way through blowdrying your hair.

"Princess." He acknowledges, giving a silent nod to your open door as if to ask whether or not you'll let him in. Not obliging would be foolish.

Your home is still uncharted waters to him, as is the way you take his hand so easily to guide him into the kitchen. So bold, so wonderfully eager to play house. "I bought Russian grey tea." A box is waved before his eyes, although he's far more interested in the lovely bashful smile you wear as you prance about the kitchen to flick on the kettle. "You're very thoughtful. Thank you." The thickly accented rumble of his voice sends shivers rocketing up your spine - shivers which he fails to miss.

Before you can even register, he's at your back, a massive hand coming to brush through the still silky blowout you'd managed to perfect on your hair. From the absolute reverence in his eyes, you're pretty sure the imposing Russian in your kitchen likes it too. "Pretty." He admires, breaking the comfortable silence descended upon the two of you. "You did this yourself? The hair?" The clinking of a teaspoon against the side of the pink porcelain mug accompanies the sound of the little hum you give, not registering the way you lean into his hand.

There's a vague feeling in the back of your head that tells you to create some distance, to pull away from the unbearably gentle fingers tracing patterns into the nape of your neck. You don't want to. You don't think you possibly could.

"With the blowdryer." You nod, turning in place to face him, the countertop digging into the small of your back. Nikto's arm doesn't leave its spot on your neck. He only brings his thumb up to trace that spot where your jaw and ear meet which has you weak in the knees, blinking up at him with hazy, unseeing eyes.

He gives a little grunt of acknowledgement at your answer, leaving you blushing as he doesn't even try to hide his crystalline stare, eyes blue as the deepest, coldest of lakes. Drowning in him would be such a lovely way to go.

You don't even recognise the way you lean forward until you're practically nose to nose, fingers twitching at the bottom hem of his mask. Begging silently for access. The desperation you're feeling is nothing short of all encompassing. Tunnel vision. You haven't even realised the way your chest is tight with a held breath, your dignity barely hanging on by a thread.

When your hand is so gently pushed away, you feel that thread snap.

Or at least you think you do, until Nikto has you by the hips, hoisting you up onto the counter before rolling the worn cotton of his mask to the bridge of his cooked nose.

The moment his lips find yours, you drown. You let yourself sink into the comfort of his presence, the warmth of his hands, the tide that refuses to stop from pulling you to him. The eagerness with which you kiss him back fills Nikto with an odd sense of pride, and the little mewl he manages to pull from your throat when his fingers curl coaxingly around the back of your neck turns him on. A lot.

You melt under his attention like butter in a pan, purring with his every touch like a kitten in a sunny spot. You're filled with nothing short of pure bliss, and you're convinced that Nikto is the only man to have ever provided you with such a feeling. Your every emotion has spilled out onto the floor, and Nikto laps it up like a man starved.

You're a mess of lips and tongues, cherry lipgloss smeared down his chin, legs hooking around his waist as your hands grip the back of his mask. Vaguely, you can feel one of his hands just above the hem of your skirt, fingers digging in to the meat of your thigh. You'd be thankful for any souvenir of this moment, bruise or not.

The sound of your ragged pants fill your tiny kitchen, his nose brushing against your earlobe as he crouches slightly to turn his attention onto your neck. The way you tip back your head against the cupboards to give him more space doesn't go unpunished as he nips and licks and sucks exploratively, his hand still firm around your thigh.

Eventually, painfully, the lusty haze settled over your kitchen is broken as he pulls back for air, and you sit in a wordless daze on the counter.

It's impossible for your mind to wrap around what the fuck just happened, but it's trying, running at a mile a minute to catch up with your body and the situation at hand.

"Anyways," He shrugs, as though he hasn't just had you like putty in his palms. "I will pick you up tomorrow afternoon. We will go out. Do not wear stupid shoes, okay princess?"

You gawk silently at him, choking on your words like a fish out of water.

"Also, your fence is broken. I'll fix it."

The minute he's gone from your kitchen, having taken a bit of your heart with him like a thief in the night, you're slumping back against the counter with a sigh of sheer girlish infatuation. "Wait - my shoes aren't stupid!" You yell uselessly into your already empty house.

PicNik unlocked 🤭 Sorry for the wait! I'm back now! I think! Maybe!

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alphynix · 8 months

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Hupehsuchians were small marine reptiles closely related to ichthyosaurs, known only from the Early Triassic of southwestern China about 249-247 million years ago. They had toothless snouts, streamlined bodies, paddle-like limbs, and long flattened tails, along with a unique pattern of armor along their backs made up of overlapping layers of bony osteoderms.

Hupehsuchus nanchangensis was a mid-sized member of the group, about 1m long (3'3"). Newly-discovered fossils of its skull show that its long flattened snout had a distinctive gap between the bones (similar to the platypus-like snout seen in its relative Eretmorhipis) with an overall shape surprisingly convergent with that of modern baleen whales – suggesting that this hupehsuchian may have been a similar sort of filter-feeder.

Hupehsuchus skull compared to a modern minke whale [From fig 2 & fig 3 of Fang et al (2023). First filter feeding in the Early Triassic: cranial morphological convergence between Hupehsuchus and baleen whales. BMC Ecol Evo 23, 36. https://doi.org/10.1186/s12862-023-02143-9]

Grooves in the bones along the outer edges of its upper jaws may be evidence of filtering structures similar to baleen, although with no soft-tissue preservation we don't know exactly what this would have looked like. Its slender flexible lower jaws probably also supported a large expandable throat pouch, allowing it to filter plankton out of larger volumes of water.

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#science illustration #paleontology #paleoart #palaeoblr #hupehsuchus #hupehsuchia #ichthyosauromorpha #reptile #marine reptile #art #triassic weirdos

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 9 months

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‘realize’ for the word ask thingy!! -galaxy

I see this and I raise you:

Doll!Reader helping Ken realize that horses exist in Barbieland

..........

"You weren't kidding..we really did have horses here all along.."

"Glad you finally realized that, Ken." With a small chuckle, you turned back to your horse, taking the pink plastic brush to her mane as you gently combed through the fluff.

"There you go, girlie...how do you keep getting these knots, hm?" You cooed, to which she snorted in reply, seeming content.

All the while, Ken couldn't stop staring at you both in awe, still trying to process what he was seeing before his very eyes.

A horse in Barbieland.

If only he knew they existed here, too, before he decided to take over everything and reinvented patriarchy.

The one time you decided to come into town....was when this seemingly perfect paradise was rapidly transformed into "Kendom", where the Kens took over the dreamhouses and attempted to rewrite the entire constitution.

They attempted to brainwash you as they did other Barbies into servitude, but since you weren't a Barbie yourself...it didn't really work.

Yet Ken, aka Beach Ken who went to the Real World with Stereotypical Barbie and returned as a completely different person, tried convincing you to stick around, showing off all the horse-themed stuff he had.

Despite you being a doll literally centered around equine care, he kept talking over you, spouting nothing but inaccurate horse facts and firmly believing he knew more than you.

As far as he was aware..horses only existed in the Real World, where men rode them and owned them and were the ultimate symbols of manhood.

When he made a jab at your job and refused to believe it's your actual profession, you snapped and nearly ripped his horseshoe chain necklace off of him, embarrassing him in front of all the other Kens, before you called out to your horse.

His jaw dropped as he saw her appear out of nowhere, and you mounted her and glared at him, mockingly asking if he still believed they're only from the Real World. Then you galloped all the way back home, refusing to hear his response.

You haven't returned since, and he struggled to maintain his image as a manly and "cool" leader after that revelation was dropped on him like an anvil.

After all was said and done, and Barbieland was restored to its former glory, Ken decided to go look for you. After realizing that patriarchy didn't make him happy, he wanted to make amends (and see your horses, but mostly make amends) and admit that scorning your job was shitty.

He kept rehearsing what he was going to say during the long walk to your home....but ended up faltering at your doorstep, becoming an anxious wreck until you let him in.

You weren't inclined to, at first, although seeing as he no longer wore that stupid mink coat and instead had a tie-dye hoodie that said "I Am Kenough", you figured he finally had some sense knocked into him.

Plus, the fact that he walked all this way was surprising..until you remembered Kens didn't drive cars or use bikes.

Even so, it's obvious that he genuinely wanted to make things right.

So both of you talked for a while, with him concluding that he felt stressed and unsure of what to do with his life now that Barbie's out of the picture.

He felt like he didn't belong anywhere near her dreamhouse, and he wasn't ready to go back to the Real World anytime soon. He just felt...stuck.

You didn't have too many words to comfort him with, given you've never been there and you've never dealt with the complex human emotions he just started experiencing himself.

But you did know how to cheer him up.

So you took him outside to one of the fenced arenas at your ranch, whistling for your horse, and she came trotting over.

Ken was awestruck, watching you tend to the gentle creature as you finished brushing her mane. He stepped closer to the fence, unsure of what to do or what to say...or even if he was allowed to be this close.

However you could see the look in his eyes, and the hesitancy in his body language, and ultimately relented.

You couldn't stay mad at him for eternity.

"You can pet her if you wanna."

He blinked in surprise, before looking at your horse again and cautiously reaching out to her face. For a moment she stared at him, and the abrupt snort made him flinch away.

"I-I...don't think she likes me.." He frowned.

"It's okay, Ken. She only acts like that 'cuz you're reaching for her mouth and don't have any food. Here. Let me help."

You took his hand, ignoring the way he stared at you with a growing blush on his face while you guided him. But eventually his focus shifted back to the horse as he felt soft fur beneath his fingertips, eyes widening as he looked to see his hand resting just above her nose.

Her ears flicked to the side, though besides that..she didn't react in any hostile way.

He was in childlike amazement, gently petting her and brushing his fingers through her mane. And you stepped back, allowing the two to bond, before noticing the tears welling up in his eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"Y-Yeah...this is just awesome. She's nothing like the ones on those stupid TVs we had."

"Nope. They can't compare to her." You chuckled, leaning against one of the posts with a warm smile. "She's the real deal."

#clanask #galaxy anon #barbie movie x reader #barbie x reader #ken x reader #ryan gosling ken #one word prompt

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 24 days

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These are both lovely, but I have plans for this piece >:3

-It had been so- so amazing when you walked out of your bedroom, to look up to see a giant, even bigger than your giant friends, elephant, that was walking through the ocean.

-This was Zou, a walking island, as there was a whole city on the back of the elephant, at least that’s what Law told you all.

-Once actually on the elephant, Sanji carried you alongside Nami to the top. There were so many ruins, buildings that looked like they had been abandoned for years now, along with towering trees unlike anything you had ever seen before.

-Once everyone was on the back of the elephant, you started to explore, as you could see smoke, you all could, from what looked to be smoldering remains of something in the distance, like it had been attacked.

-When a sudden downpour flooded a huge portion of the island, which you would later learn was the elephant, giving himself a bath, you had nearly been separated from everyone, after Brook, Chopper, Caesar, and Momo had been swept away, unable to swim.

-Sanji came back and collected you, after he left you on a high tree, while Nami was yelling at the Devil Fruit users who were useless and a pain in the butt.

-You saw a squirrel lady, that Sanji helped save from an unknown group, chasing them off, before she ran, like she was looking for something, or someone.

-When you entered a massive town, you were looking around, seeing all the damage, “What happened here?”

-That’s when a dog lady charged, attacking Nami, telling your group to leave. Your eyes went huge, seeing Nami getting attacked, but you realized that this dog lady, Wanda, had been poisoned by Jack, who was the leader of the group that Tristan was saved from earlier.

-After hearing that Jack and his crew had left, for the moment, Wanda relaxed, sobbing loudly because so many had been hurt by Jack.

-Caesar recognized the symptoms of the poison as something that he had made, which made tears well in your eyes, “Why would you want to hurt others?” which quickly sent him to the ground, feeling like scum, but he helped Chopper with creating a cure as everyone else started rescuing the Minks.

-You had seen a massive doggy and kitty, crucified, both of them with limbs missing, as if they had been tortured and as they were being helped down, so they could be treated, you ran over, ignoring Sanji’s shout, “Y/N don’t! You’re still recovering!”

-He was surprised when you didn’t listen, your horn glowing as your quirk activated as you made it to the two, surprising the Minks as your aura covered the two, healing their missing limbs and helping with their wounds as you were crying quietly.

-Jaws dropped, seeing what you had done as you started crying, which flustered Dogstorm and Cat Viper, who had no idea what just happened as they gave each other a small nod, willing to work together to help calm you down.

-The Minks were in awe of your ability, but after Chopper ran over, checking you out now as well, they learned that your ability could be dangerous for you if you overused it.

-You gave yourself only a minor fever, but you still wanted to help, and you gasped when you saw Nami running over to a group of people, one of them which you remembered, “The polar bear!”

-The other members of the Heart Pirates were surprised to see the Straw Hats, but they were grateful, seeing you all helping the Minks, as the humans were immune to at least this poison.

-As everyone was being healed and treated, everyone moved into the forest, to hide, just in case Jack came back, which many of the Minks were afraid of.

-The Minks adored you, thinking you were adorable, constantly covering you in cuddles in something called Garchu, which you loved because you were in fluffy heaven!

-Sanji and Chopper did their best to help those who were still weak, by treating them and feeding them, which you told them you wanted to help, so Sanji gave you trays which you carefully carried over to the smiling Minks, who thought you were adorable.

-You got to play with the children, helping them gain some source of normality, as they taught you how to kick a ball around, and the Mink Village was soon full of laughter again.

-It wasn’t until someone new came to the island that everything changed.

-His name was Capone Bege, and he was an envoy from Big Mom. You had been hiding behind Brook’s leg, who had knelt beside you, as none of you knew if he was going to be a threat or not.

-When he pulled everyone into his body, that was like a walking fortress, he explained he was here for Sanji, who was to be married to one of Big Mom’s children, and you, as you were going to be the guest of honor at the wedding!

-Bege had started walking, going to snatch you all away and take you all to Big Mom, including the ones she didn’t specifically request, for her to do with whatever she wished.

-Sanji was able to negotiate the release of the others, which Bege agreed to, releasing everyone but him and you, as you were the one that Big Mom wanted more.

-Sanji tried to attack, to get you free, but he was attacked, to stop him. You leapt in front of him, protecting Sanji as you cried, “Stop hurting my big brother!” You saw Bege’s face morph into what looked to be pain, seeing you crying, like he didn’t want to do this, but he had a job to do.

-Bege agreed to get Sanji patched up, and that you would both be safe, if the two of you didn’t try to escape anymore.

-Sanji knew he couldn’t risk your safety at the moment, he wanted to get you free, but he was trapped, even more so when Bege took off on his ship, heading to Whole Cake Island.

-He prayed that Luffy and the others would come soon, not so much for him as he would sacrifice himself to get you to safety, but to rescue you.

-He knew that his family was waiting for him there, how else would Bege have known who his family was if they weren’t there. He wasn’t going to let them get close to you, even if he had to ask Big Mom to make it so.

#eri reader #one piece #nami #sanji #chopper #brook #zou

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firefirefruit · 2 months

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Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Thirty-Two

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Characters: Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Thorned

Metal. Hatching out from soft, fragile skin, splintering out like daggers from a suit of armour.

Raya breathes loudly, silently staring at her own hands. Watching it metamorphosise. In real time.

Blood trickles across her skin from each birthing of steel, pain consuming her body in constant throbs of torture. She says nothing, does nothing, but stare at it happening in paralysed fear.

“Go get my kit, Bepo,” Law bites out, his knees messily grounding into the sand. He darkly takes in Raya’s condition, eyes flickering across her skin in thought, his head subtly tilting towards the other doctor. “Chopper, your drug – what does it consist of?”

Luffy, drawn to the commotion, widens his eyes in admiration as he stares at the silver peeking through skin. “Woah, what are those on your hands, Swords? Is that a new weapon?”

“No, it’s not,” Law spits out, shooting Luffy daggers with his eyes. He immediately looks down to the reindeer. “What did you use?”

“Atropine and Mink salve,” Chopper alertly responds to Law, as he, too, sits before Raya. His hoofs gently take in Raya’s palms, frowning intensely. “Did you take your dose today, Raya?”

Luffy frowns at his response, realisation slowly dawning in on him of the severity of the scene before him.

“Raya… are you okay?” Luffy asks – in a much quieter voice this time – as he stumbles his way towards her.

“Um,” Raya swallows, her voice trembling. Her eyes flicker to Zoro, who doesn’t even spare a glance in her direction. She notices his arms folding even tighter against his chest as he stands amidst the lapping waves. “Yeah, about half an hour ago.”

“Her tolerance,” Law mutters, making Chopper nod his head in agreement. A panicked Bepo comes running from a distance, Law’s medical tools clasped in his big paws as his eyes tear up in fear for his long lost friend’s sake.

The doctor breathes out a sigh of relief as he accepts the pack from his second mate, and with quick fingers, he begins to unfold his flap of tools. “We need to determine the condition as fast as we can. No known cause, no known cure – I’ll be honest, this isn’t good.”

“Fuck,” Raya grits her teeth, her hands slightly trembling in the fluff of Choppers soft hooves. Another metallic spike lodges its way out of her skin, almost as if reacting to her sudden anxiety. “Why don’t you keep on scaring your patient, Law? It’s doing wonders for her.”

What am I going to do? Raya thinks, watching the blood trickle heavily against her skin. Chopper presses firmly on the edge of the metallic wound, making sure to not lodge the shrapnel further into her skin. This isn’t fair. I didn’t ask for any of this.

Suddenly, a warm hand rests on Raya’s shoulder.

She looks up, surprised, only to meet Luffy’s eyes.

Almost as if he’s read her mind, a soft, comforting smile sets on his lips, a bright look that promises her safety.

“You’re okay, Swords.” He smiles. “You’ll be the silver hedgehog of our crew, if they keep on growing outta you.”

And out of the blue, a flying hand comes into contact with Luffy’s head, smacking him so hard his head dislodges from his neck.

“Shut up, Luffy!” Nami yells.

“And here we were, thinking you were gonna be supportive for once,” Usopp sullenly mumbles, unimpressed.

As Law continues his examination, Zoro finally decides to walk towards the commotion, his arms so tensely folded together, the contours of his muscles bulge out in restrained fear.

"How did this happen?" he snaps, his gaze piercing as he directs his question at Raya.

Raya bristles at his accusatory tone, her jaw tightening as she meets his gaze head-on.

"What, you think I did this to myself?"

"I didn't say that," he replies. “But you sure as hell weren’t taking care of your hands when you were sharpening that sword before.”

“I’ve been sharpening swords my entire life, Roronoa. Spare me the lecture.”

“These conditions aren’t supposed to be triggered from physical wounds, either,” Robin gently intervenes, offering a comforting smile to both Zoro and Raya. She lifts the glittering tome in front of them – the one that they stole from the Shaman Island – and flips through the pages with delicate fingers. “According to the tome.”

Nami looks up at her, hope desperately grasping at her eyes. “Did you learn anything else? Does it talk about Raya’s condition at all?”

Robin shakes her head; worry takes over in the crease of her brows. “It only addresses basic mythic changes like metamorphosis.”

“Right, yeah, because that’s totally basic knowledge. You know, metamorphosis, something everyone knows about,” Usopp mumbles, gaping at Robin.

Raya's hands tremble slightly as she watches Law and Chopper work, holding in a painful breath, while Luffy silently rests his chin on her shoulder for moral support.

Zoro's gaze remains fixed on Raya, his earlier irritation tempered by a growing sense of concern.

"So, what are we supposed to do now?"

Law sighs heavily, his expression grave as he finishes his assessment.

"We need more information," he declares, his tone clipped and business-like. "Without knowing the cause, I can't offer any definitive treatment."

Raya's heart sinks at his words, the weight of her situation pressing down on her shoulders like a leaden blanket.

"But where do we even start?" she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

Nami's eyes flash with realisation as she begins to mumble in a trance. "The guy I spoke to before," she softly mumbles. “The one who knows where Suki is. He knows something.”

Suki?

Raya’s heart stops, her whole body turning cold from hearing those words, before a whole flurry of metal shards pierce through her skin synchronously, making her scream out in bone-chilling pain.

“Raya!” Sanji shouts. He stares at the metal that now spreads to her arms like an uncontainable plague. He then glares at the Surgeon of Death, before furiously barking out, “Law, do something, for fuck’s sake!”

“Why don’t you stop yapping like a dog and let me do my job?” Law barks back, his narrowed in menacing slits.

But Raya doesn’t seem to be listening to them – instead, she continues to stare at Nami, her face growing paler by the moment. Blood drips onto her clothes like a monotonous metronome, her heart faintly beating in her chest, before she opens her mouth to speak.

“You know where Suki is?”

Nami looks at her worriedly, nodding softly. “Very vaguely — I mean, a potential spot on the map. I was going to tell you before, but then… I saw your hands…” her voice breaks, complete devastation taking over her composure. “We need to take you to that man, Raya. Gods save me, I’m going to find you a cure. And he might be the one who has it.”

Raya's breaths come in short, ragged gasps as she struggles to contain the agony coursing through her body. Each movement feels like a fresh onslaught of pain, the metallic protrusions from her skin digging deeper with every passing second.

No! Fuck the treatment! Fuck the concern over me! It’s Suki we need to save! She screams in her head. I’d rather die than prolong his torture further.

“No, Swords.” Luffy stares hard-eyed at Raya, almost terrifying in his assertive gaze. He moves his chin from her shoulder, looking at her face-to-face. “I’m not letting that happen.”

Raya gapes at him whilst still gasping from her pain. “I-I didn’t say anything, Luffy.”

He cocks his head at her. “But I heard your voice?”

Gods, he needs treatment more than I do.

His eyes flash up and grins in response. “See? That’s definitely you!”

“Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?” Zoro mutters, glaring between the swordsmith and his captain.

“You didn’t hear her?” Luffy frowns at him.

“Never mind that,” Raya forces out through clenched teeth, the pain hitting the very marrow of her bones. Another set of metallic teeth jut out from her arms, growing out like ruthless talons. “My old man is my top priority. Not my fucking arms. I swear to you, I’ll refuse any sort of medical treatment if I have to prove my point.”

Zoro scoffs out loud, almost letting his fury show through his calm composure.

“Yeah, no. That’s not happening,” he spits out, his jaw grinding together so hard Chopper begins to worry for his teeth.

Raya glares up at him, betrayal consuming her whole. If he’s so haunted by his own actions, then why’s he butting in?

“I thought we had an understanding, Roronoa,” she gasps out.

“No.” His nostrils flare, his face almost seeming drunk with anger. “Not at your expense, Tenguyama.”

Raya's breath hitches in her throat, a mix of pain and frustration swirling within her as she locks eyes with Zoro.

Zoro's expression hardens; he squares his shoulders, refusing to back down.

“Is this really what you think Suki wants? You, to needlessly die, for his sake?" he growls. “You wouldn’t be saving his life, no. You’d doom him to live a life as a broken man.”

Beat.

And Raya screams out in pure, uncontrolled fury, swiping her palms away from both doctors. She screams out so furiously, the tears that spill from her eyes are thick with fire.

She bellows into the air, so fiercely, so wildly, that the winds around her grow in such tumultuous speeds, swirling out so heavily around everyone, that Luffy’s hat almost disappears into its swallowing mouth.

“Who are you, to tell me that?” she yells out loud. And almost majestically, her feet raise from the sand.

Her eyes glow with whites and oranges as she floats within her own tempest. “You are insufferable.”

“Get down! Right now!” Law bellows at everyone, pulling himself and Bepo down to the sand. “She’s possessed!”

“Raya!” Nami screams as she scrambles for her hovering body, but before she gets anywhere near Raya, Luffy roughly tugs at her away in his arms.

“What the fuck?” Usopp screams, slamming his body to the ground with Chopper underneath his harm.

Raya does not know where she or who she is. She is simply elemental. She is both human and non-human.

And, as she rises higher and higher into the sky, her eyes blazing in a distant trance, the blood in drains from her faster and faster. She howls like the winds amongst her, cries like the way her own metal stabs at her, and all the same, she is confined to a frail human body that offers many limitations and very little freedom.

One of the limitations being blood.

Raya then collapses to the floor, no pupils found in the midst of the whiteness of her eyes.

Beat.

Zoro gathers her up in his arms, the metal from her body burrowing deeply into his own skin. He freezes in his spot for a second, allowing the metal to sink its teeth all the way into his body, allowing Raya’s complete pain to transfer into him.

And with no reaction – with no expression on his stern face, and no sound made from his clamped down mouth, he slowly moves, the shrapnels of her steel now lodged deeply in his own bloodstream.

And without even a look to the others, he walks back to the ship, with the thorned girl laying stricken in his bleeding arms.

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hentyehottie · 11 months

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Y’all I know I said I wasn’t posting anything else until I revised some older fics buttttt I just couldn’t get this series out of my head 🥲 let’s call it the Tokyo Rev. Occupation Series where I’ll be writing a series of nsfw blurbs about these sleazy professionals & their favorite clients 🫶🏾

First up we have :

Dentist!Smiley

Lmaoooo this one is so obvious but Smiley is one of the best dentists there is. His office is a serene environment, even with the rap music playing, mainly Youngboy cus that’s who he claims he resonates with and it reminds him of his adolescence 😭 Souya thinks it’s unprofessional but regardless, it’s what he likes and his clients never complain, except you.

Smiley’s known for enhancements. Says a person’s smile is their best asset and has dedicated his life to helping people achieve their perfect smile. Porcelain veneers are his specialty—he focuses on aesthetic and functionality. His prices are a bit steep but his work speaks for itself.

At only 27 years old he owns his own private practice and has made a name for himself in such little time. A lot of people are skeptics, claiming he’s far too young to know what the hell he’s doing, and that he’s overrated. He used to get so many comments about him being a scammer, ripping off clients, and a whole bunch of other bullshit on the daily.

It was infuriating but he’s not the person he used to be. Plus he can’t fight thousands of strangers on the internet. So he addressed it one time and one time only on ig live.

“I don’t do promo like y’all’s favorite dentists, and I don’t fancy putting big white cinderblocks in people’s mouths for a couple thousand dollars like y’all’s favorite dentists.”

“If you don’t wanna work with me, that’s cool, but don’t disrespect me or my craft. My work is immaculate so pay my fucking price, or don’t, but somebody will and you’ll know the difference.”

Of course it went viral, probably cus he said the whole thing with a smile on his face. Had the internet in an uproar—he was cool, calm and a little stern with just the right amount of sassy and of course you ate it up. Booked your consultation at Kawata Dentistry a few weeks later, paid almost 23 bands for your perfect smile, and you couldn’t be happier. He was much cuter in person, and yes, his teeth are just as straight and white in person. What intrigued you the most was the way the smile on his face never wavered, even when he was a bit annoyed at his receptionist for double booking his appointments.

That was nearly a year ago and he’s been your dentist since, and in the span of that year he’s come to like you a lot—enough to say you’re his favorite client. It makes him so fucking happy that you’ve started to smile for him more, no longer self-conscious about your imperfect smile, now you give him real smiles showing damn near all thirty two of your teeth.

He thinks you’re pretty as fuck too, never wearing any makeup, just your mink lashes and that Dior lip stuff you like. Smiley loves the way you keep yourself up—hair and nails always done and you always smell good as fuck, it’s obvious you’re a high maintenance, luxury bitch. But when you walk through his threshold, when you enter his domain, you’re nothing more than a slut for him to play with and he loves it.

He’s sitting on his stool, wheels locked while you’re on your knees between his legs with his fat cock stuffed in your mouth. The stretch makes your jaw ache but neither of you regard that. You swallow around his cock and it sends shivers up his spine. “Oh fuck, you’re so good at that.”

He calls it a ‘stress test’ and how he got you to agree to this the first time, you’ll never know, it must’ve been his way with words, since that’s what drew you to him in the first place.

Brent Faiyaz is playing, cus you hate that ‘rah-rah rap shit’ and you made it your business to tell him every time you enter his office, once you got comfortable enough.

He’s got your hair fisted into a makeshift ponytail, loves the raw Indian tape-ins you have in this time.

Smiley’s yanking at your hair, bobbing your head up and down, occasionally pushing you down far enough for his peachy pubes to tickle your nose. He’s spewing praise after praise as you please him. Going on and on about how you’re so pretty, especially when you’re on your knees letting him use your mouth like this. Thank goodness for the music, the gyuck sounds are so loud, so obscene as his thrusts get faster and sloppier.

The shaft of his cock is jutting against your teeth every single time the tip of him kisses the back of your throat, makes him shudder every time. He lets out a deep sigh, holding your head still and jerking his hips up.

“Holy shit, you’re so perfect.”

This lasts until he cums, which is never long, you are the client with the perfect mouth after all. He pops his cock out of your mouth, pressing kisses to your lips again and again until he’s satisfied.

You’re still on your knees and he’s still gripping your jaw, you already know what he wants so you crack a wide smile for him. You’re sure you look crazy—spit and cum (you’re dentist’s cum) running down your chin, just smiling like an idiot. He turns your head side to side, using his other hand to run his finger over the tips of your teeth.

“No loosies or chipping.” He smiles at his own handiwork. “Lemme clean you up and get a picture.” It’s sweet, the way he wipes your face so gently and helps you up. He walks away for a second, washes his hands and returns with a tiny paper cup full of mouthwash, remembers alcohol free is your preference.

The goal is a minute but he lets you slide with the forty-five second swish. He hugs you tight, and he doesn’t let go. Neither do you, your arms perched against his shoulders as you stare up at him.

“When imma see you again? Every four months ain’t cutting it nomore.”

“You can see me whenever, you know where I be, what time I take lunch. Unless you trying to take me on a date outside of work hours.”

You nod, and when you do he’s pulling out his phone, handing it to you with a light chuckle. “Alright, gimme your number. We’ll set something up.”

Later that day, you see he posted you on his personal page. Your teeth looks amazing but you hope the hearts in your eyes and the way you press yourself against him isn’t too obvious.

@/smiley_ortho - Another satisfied client back for routine maintenance! I love making pretty girls prettier 🥺🫶🏻

I guess it’s safe to say you really like your dentist & he really likes you too!

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x black reader #tokyo rev x you #nahoya kawata #smiley x reader #x black reader #black coded reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x y/n #Tokyo revengers x black reader #HentyeHottie

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katarinanavane · 8 months

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Just added this mink jaw necklace with rainbow glow in the dark teeth! Link in bio if you want to claim this one

#oddities #vulture culture #goblincore #glow in the dark #rainbow #teeth #necklace #mink jaw #jawbone #dead things

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py-dreamer · 2 months

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@emerialyncodevenice

Hey! 1500th post woo!

Yea so I know Azure canonically kinda grooms Wukong (and the monkie kids to-) but STILL

Like, MAN do I love me some big papa lion.

And you know what in fanfic, we can have that! Here, he didn't groom anyone! He has hiss-hiss noodle baby and his big bird to kis-

And in 'Of Blood and Bones' we get that! Yay!

(and a bunch of angst on the sides!...less yay!)

So, Azure is the jade emperor here and is doing (I hope) a rather good job at it, but he's very busy and stuff and in the fic, Mei is always trying to get her baba to rest (I think...it's been a while since I read the early chapters) and oh yeah! Turns out the dragon heiress got adopted by the Jade emperor and his consort themselves!

Hooray! (Way to climb the social ladder ig)

I have a headcanon that Mei would hang around Azure's neck like one of them taxidermied fox scarves the scary rich ladies have in movies... but...alive (obviously) or for my hinduism mythology nerds, the snake Shiva wears around his neck like a necklace

...or to my papa's pizzeria nerds, the live mink around Krystal's neck

Anyways, Azure's fluffy mane make a great resting place and Mei loves to stay close to her Baba! So win win! It also acts as a way for her to unhinge her scary snake jaw if someone tries to drag him away for even more work.

Since Azure's so busy, at times when his arms are full I think like sometimes he lets his instincts get the better of him and nom the child up (Lions do pick up their cubs by the scruff) but at times his aim isn't the best and just grabs her abdomen and just settles for it

He looks so frazzled and Peng has to step in to roast their himbo husband and help fix things up

Inkyfeathers I imagine would be just like Ratchet and Optimus from TFP: I will follow you into every battle with only mild complaining

(Hell, I wonder if the aquirement of Mei was just like:

Peng: Azure, what the hell are you doing now

Azure: I assure you love, I have absolutely nothing to hide. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend to-

Peng: Hold on, your majesty. Last I checked, your shirt didn't look that lumpy

Azure: it just got ruffled up, that's all. No need to make a fuss about it-

Peng: And shirts don't move either.

Azure: wait, we can talk about it-

Mei: ('u')/

Peng: Azure, mind telling me why there is a dragon in your shirt)

And Boy, as much as I want to open up a dang KFC on Peng's corpse, Inkyfeathers just does SOMETHING to me that I can't resist

There's not much to say about their designs, I wanted to give Azure a more royal purple is all!

(click photo for less sh!tty quality)

^^ Link to the great fic!

#lmk #my beloved #lego monkie kid #py's_art #lmk au #lmk mei #lmk long xiaojiao #lmk peng #lmk azure lion #inkyfeathers #lmk inkyfeathers #lmk fanart #fanart for fanfic #Of Blood and Bones

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cishetlessfashion · 4 months

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Androgynous 80's metal nonbinary elf fashion for @c0rvidfae Black velvet tights Spiked leather bracelet Enby metal font patch I reject my mortal gender shirt Crystar skull enamel pin Metal claws Mink jaw earrings Olive green cloak Tree patch W.A.S.P Top

#trendercore #trans #transgender #nb #cw animal remains

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camels-pen · 13 days

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take care of you

summary:

He put a hand to his cheek. “Garchu to you too…” he said, trying to bring back the feeling of Usopp’s lips—just the corner, but still much more than he’d expected—shifting and moving with the shape of his words, brushing against his cheek. He felt his blush with his fingertips before realizing he was completely flushed. God, Usopp was going to be the death of him.

In which Zoro and Usopp can’t see what’s in front of them.

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hey all, now that creators have been revealed for OPFWEX i can put this on tumblr~ this was for the lovely @redriotinggg

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“Ah damn, ran out of paint.” Franky stood from the makeshift workbench. “I’ll grab more from the storehouse.”

“Sure thing,” Usopp said, still fiddling with something… complicated. Zoro had overheard him mention it was something for Nami. “I’m running low on steel tubes so bring back any you find.”

Franky made a noise of agreement and ran off not long after.

Zoro subtly looked around.

Chopper was talking with those squirrel and goat Minks, Robin was with Chopper, and Brook was still being chased by those dog Minks. He could hear Luffy’s distant laughter and Nami shrieking at him. The Heart Pirates were off doing who knows what and the other Minks were busy with rebuilding.

It was as close to private as he was going to get without tipping anyone off. Without tipping a certain someone off.

Zoro pushed off the tree he was leaning against and walked up behind Usopp. He leaned down a bit, cheek brushing lightly against Usopp’s. “Garchu,” he said.

Usopp startled. “What?” He turned his face up, putting more pressure into the touch. “Oh, Zoro! Trying out Mink culture, huh?” He threw an arm around Zoro’s neck and dragged him down closer before Zoro could answer, practically crushing their faces together. He rubbed his cheek against Zoro’s, chin hair scratching pleasantly against Zoro’s skin. “Garchu to you too!”

There was an ominous explosion from the direction Franky left in. Luffy and Nami’s voices followed. Usopp sighed heavily. He said something before he patted Zoro’s shoulder and ran off. Not that Zoro heard a word of it.

He watched Usopp leave, frozen in place where he had pulled Zoro down.

He felt his blush with his fingertips before realizing he was completely flushed.

God, Usopp was going to be the death of him.

—

The distant sounds of sizzling bacon greeted Usopp as he shuffled his way closer to the table.

“Morning,” Usopp said around a yawn. He accepted the cup of coffee Robin pushed towards him, the feel of the warm steam making him slump down into his chair. “Is there any—?” A plate of sugar cubes was passed to him. “Ah, thank you.”

Usopp shivered from a cool breeze blowing past. He huddled over his coffee, sighing pleasantly at the steam warming the underside of his jaw. Looking around, he noted that the others present looked completely unaffected. Usopp pulled the sleeves of his wool sweater over his hands and tried not to grumble over open shirts and short-as-hell rompers. Monsters, the lot of them.

His eyes drifted, and he spotted Zoro further down the table, one arm behind his head and one tucked in his robe. His eye was closed and he breathed deeply, his chest slowly rising and falling in an even rhythm. Usopp’s gaze drew to his own handiwork, the reminder of Zoro’s first reckoning with his goal.

The diagonal scar was faded now, just an uneven line of lighter skin right across vital organs. It was jagged, marked by now-invisible holes too far from the edges, and Usopp could still remember the first time Chopper had seen Zoro without his shirt off. The way he’d shrieked and dragged Usopp and Zoro to Merry’s galley to learn how to sew a proper medical stitch.

The scar wasn’t perfect, but it was like a painter’s first brushstroke. Or the beginnings of a sketch when trying to come up with an idea. Usopp always found it best to draw some simple lines or shapes before sketching out a drawing. He could trace the scar with his finger, take his time to go over it lightly again and again and again. He couldn’t risk leaving marks on the page, of course.

And once he'd finished warming up, he could go over it with his brush. A long, slow, trail of his tongue along the—

“FUCK!” Usopp jerked his head back, rubbing at the burning feeling on the underside of his chin and neck. He closed his eyes and hissed through his teeth.

“You alright?” Zoro said, voice right next to Usopp’s ear.

Usopp jumped, his knee banging into and shaking the whole table. “O-Oh yeah, I’m f—” Scalding hot coffee tipped over the edge directly onto his lap. Usopp screamed.

—

“Garchu.” Zoro rubbed his cheek to Usopp’s before settling down next to him. “How’s Nami’s Climatact going?”

Usopp shushed him. “Not so loud, it’s supposed to be a surprise.”

Zoro leaned forward, his face still pressed to Usopp’s as he looked over his shoulder. “Looks pretty good so far. Nice of you to upgrade it for free.”

“You kidding? I’m getting her to pay this time.”

Zoro huffed a laugh. “Right.”

“I am!” He pointed the end of his screwdriver at Zoro, only inches from his nose. “Mark my words, I’m gonna get every berri I’m owed.”

“If the famed God Usopp says so, then it must be true.”

“Ugh,” Usopp dropped his head in his hands. Zoro almost thought he’d upset him when he noticed the wobbly smile peeking out through his fingers. “Did you really have to say that?”

“Yes.”

Usopp groaned. “Just let me finish this and we can hang out, okay?”

“Sure.”

It was rather rhythmic, the way Usopp worked. Screwing, adjusting, gluing, readjusting. Zoro found himself captivated, watching his scarred hands move in such precise and practiced motions.

Warm skin brushed against warm skin.

Abruptly, the hands stopped.

“Y-You’re too close.” The whisper was almost inaudible. Zoro likely wouldn’t have heard it if he didn’t have his chin hooked over Usopp’s shoulder.

“Didn’t mind before.”

“That was just a friendly greeting! This is—I’m practically in your l-lap!”

Zoro made a confused noise before looking further down and—ah, yes those were certainly his arms wrapped around Usopp’s waist. Shit.

“It’s…” Think Zoro, think; just make something up, anything. “A greeting for best friends.”

All at once, Usopp relaxed. “I didn’t know they had one like that.” He laughed. “Maybe I should do that to Luffy—”

“Do not do this with anyone else.”

Zoro froze. The words had come from his mouth without pause, without hesitation. While it was true he would rather eat razors and poison for every meal than for Usopp to get handsy with anyone else, he hadn’t expected to voice it aloud.

Usopp was quiet. His breaths were coming in short and his body trembled.

Fuck.

Zoro pulled away and Usopp made a sort of strangled noise. “I’m not going to kill you,” he started, going for reassuring. “It was just… a joke.” Belatedly, he added a laugh. It sounded stilted.

Usopp nodded and went back to his work. All without giving Zoro a second glance.

Great work moron, Zoro thought to himself. He’s terrified.

“So,” Zoro started. Stopped. “What have you… been up to today?”

“Just—” Usopp cleared his throat, dispelling the sudden higher pitch. “Just working on Nami’s Climatact.”

“The whole day?”

“Well yeah, we’ve gotta get it done before they head out to pick up Sanji.” Usopp held up a semi-translucent marble up to the fading sunlight, his trembling fading slowly as he spoke. “It’s been a lot of trial and error to try and mix Weatheria technology with my pop greens, but I think she’ll appreciate it.”

Zoro’s brows furrowed. “Franky isn’t here.”

“He’s taking a break since we’ve kinda been at it nonstop. I think he went to hang out with Robin if you’re looking for—woah!” Usopp flailed as Zoro picked him up under his armpits. “Um, Zoro. What are you doing?”

Zoro started to walk. “You’re taking a break.”

“As nice as it is for you to worry about me, no, I am not taking a break!” Usopp started struggling in his arms. “They could leave tomorrow morning for all I know and we already gutted the old Climatact! I can’t just leave Nami unprepared!”

Zoro stopped for a moment. Well, this is inconvenient.

He tossed Usopp in the air, which led to screaming, and then caught him in his arms, which led to stuttering.

Better. Zoro resumed walking.

“Y-You can’t just carry me like a princess! It’s embarrassing!” Usopp wiggled in his arms. “Let me down, I need to work—”

“An important part of training is rest,” Zoro said firmly. “You can’t just work yourself to the bone like this.”

“Oh you goddamn hypocrite—”

Zoro stopped. “Usopp,” he said, staring into Usopp’s hardly blinking, bloodshot eyes. The fact that he hadn’t managed to pull himself out of Zoro’s loose grip spoke louder than any protest. “You’re exhausted. Take a nap and come back well rested.”

Usopp opened his mouth, his brows furrowed with defiance, and suddenly Zoro didn’t give a shit about shame or pride or anything else.

He just wanted Usopp to rest.

“Please,” he asked, voice soft.

And that must’ve been the right choice, because Usopp just deflated in his arms. “Only because you’re asking so nicely,” he mumbled. “Now put me down so I can lead us back to the house.”

—

Again and again, Zoro sought him out. Every morning, afternoon, and night. Hell, sometimes he’d walk off to the toilet or something and come back a few minutes later, quick to give another of those soft little cheek nuzzles that sent Usopp’s heart all a flutter. The resting butterflies in his gut quickly flittering around their cage each time, almost as if his very core was shaken with each press of skin.

It was simultaneously absolute heaven and the worst kind of hell.

“Franky, just go ahead and strangle me.”

“Eh?” Franky looked up from his welding. “I’m not strangling you so you don’t have to deal with Zoro.”

With a monotone voice, Usopp said, “Ah, as expected of someone not even worth 100 million—”

“SHUT UP!” Franky said, waving his wrench at him. “And anyway what’s the problem? He’s the one coming to you. If you like ‘em, accept ‘em. If you don’t, then don’t!”

“But it’s not that simple,” Usopp whined. “And I don’t want to take advantage of him!”

Franky stared at him blankly for a moment. He then picked up Usopp by the back of his shirt and started to carry him away. “Wh—Franky! Lemme go, I gotta finish—!”

“Hey there, Nami-sis!” Franky loudly spoke over him. “Brought you a present.” Franky plopped him on the bench next to Nami.

“Franky,” Usopp whined.

She raised a brow as she took a sip of her tea. Franky whispered something in her ear and she lit up, berri signs in her eyes. “Oh? I will happily take that deal. And distract him for the rest of the evening.” She made a shooing motion. “Now go get back to what you were doing.”

“Deal? Franky, what did you—” Franky gave a brief thanks before jogging off. “No, wait! Don’t leave me with her!”

“I’m hurt, Usopp. Do you really hate me that much?”

“Try saying that without that smug look on your face.”

The smug look continued. “So, Zoro troubles again?”

Usopp gave a long, drawn out groan. “He’s just being friendly and I’m being the worst about it.”

“What, flustered?”

Usopp put his head in his hands. “Enjoying it.”

“Well, obviously.” She paused for a moment. He peeked between his fingers to see her staring at him with a deadpan stare. “That’s it?”

“It’s a very serious problem!”

Nami put a hand on his shoulder. “You’re very sweet. And so very stupid.”

“Hey!”

“He chooses to do it everyday and you just admitted you enjoy it. Why not just leave it be?”

“Look, he’s not the one being a stupid horndog about it! That’s all me!” Usopp let his head fall to the table. “You know, he showed me a different form of Garchu and all I could think about was how much I wanted him to rail me? And then he growled in my ear and I started trembling, Nami. Trembling!” he hissed. “I almost lost my mind and asked him to fuck me right then and there!”

Usopp whined. “And then he said he wouldn’t kill me, so he knows, Nami, he knows that I’m in love with him and he was trying to tell me to forget it and move on.”

Nami hummed. “What do you mean, new form of Garchu?”

Usopp felt his cheeks warm. “That part’s not important.” Nami raised a brow. “Okay, so it’s a little important, but not really because it’s a totally normal and platonic part of Mink culture and I twisted it up!”

“So? You’re a pirate, you can do what you want.”

“Nami,” he whined. “I told you to stop saying that!”

“I’ll stop saying it when it stops working.” He whined again, giving his best pout. She rolled her eyes, a fond smile on her face. “Alright, alright. C’mere.” She threw an arm over him and tugged him into a side hug. Usopp sighed and relaxed into the embrace, leaning his head against her shoulder.

Nami rested her cheek on his hair. “He’d be lucky to have you, you know?”

Usopp didn’t answer.

—

Zoro had fallen into a bit of a routine.

Wake up, find and rub cheeks with Usopp, get breakfast, train, rub cheeks with Usopp, lunch, train, cheeks with Usopp, nap, Usopp, dinner, Usopp, bath, Usopp Usopp Usopp—

At times, he would forgo napping for a while just to stick around and watch Usopp work. And work Usopp did. Zoro didn’t know the first thing about mechanics and inventing things, but Usopp looked completely in his element. He worked with a sort of grace that Zoro had come to love over their time as crewmates.

There wasn’t a single hint of his usual worries plaguing his features, not a tremble to his hands, his sharp eyes laser focused on the tools and materials set out before him. Loud, unexpected sounds did nothing to startle him. It was as if nothing could distract him from his work.

Zoro loved seeing him like that. He also hated it.

He put a hand over Usopp’s, covering the complicated piece of metal and screws. “Usopp, did you go to sleep last night?”

Usopp blinked a couple times. He pulled his goggles off and rubbed at his eyes. “No, but it’s fine. I’ll have plenty of time to catch up on it when I’m done Zo—RO!”

Zoro didn’t bother letting him finish his excuses. Usopp squirmed where he was thrown over Zoro’s shoulder, but hardly put any effort in it.

Zoro tightened his grip.

“Hey, hey! I know what you’re thinking! Don’t compare my normal people muscles to your freakish level of strength!” Usopp slapped the back of Zoro’s shoulder for emphasis. “This thing is like a brick wall! I couldn’t get out of this even if I wasn’t tired to hell and back!”

Zoro narrowed his eyes. “So you are tired.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t, but—”

“Then we’re taking a nap,” Zoro said, nodding. “No arguing, you’re not getting out of this until you’ve slept half a day.”

“HALF—” Usopp cleared his throat. “Zoro, dear friend, be reasonable about this. Franky can only work on so much on his own, I need to be there to—wait, did you say we?”

“Yeah, we. How else am I supposed to make sure you actually get any shut-eye?”

“But—!”

“Just give it up, Usopp.” Zoro patted the small of his back. “I’m not letting you go until you’re good and well rested.”

There was a long silence. Zoro peered over his shoulder to see Usopp covering his face in his hands. A growing warmth spread out from under Zoro’s arm and Usopp’s skin started to take on a red undertone.

“...Fine, alright? I’ll take a nap,” Usopp mumbled. Good. “Also turn around, you’re going the wrong way.” Fuck.

—

After a long and very nerve-wracking trip around the forest, they finally reached their sleeping quarters. Usopp had the time to think and rethink and overthink everything Zoro said and he, hopefully, came to the right conclusion.

Zoro was just being his typical Zoro self, trying to look out for Usopp and make sure he took care of himself, and Usopp’s silly little crush blew pretty much everything he said out of proportion.

Of course Zoro wasn’t going to actually sleep cuddled up to him! That’d be absurd considering all the space and extra beds in the room. He probably just meant he’d pick a wall or a corner to nap against and act like a guard dog in case anyone came to disturb them—or in case Usopp tried to escape.

He sighed as Zoro passed through the entryway, the door closing behind him. It was really all so simple, why hadn’t he thought of it before? It was such a nice thing for his friend to do and, really, Usopp should thank him by at least trying to rest for a while before attempting any escapes. A couple minutes of laying down didn’t seem so bad, if it was for Zoro—

Zoro unceremoniously dropped him atop the covers. Usopp was about to complain when Zoro dropped himself atop Usopp.

Oh god.

Had he lost it? Somehow got knocked out along the way and already dreaming? Yeah. Yeah. That was it. Good things like this just didn’t happen to Usopp out of the blue. He should just accept that it was a dream and just skip to enjoying it.

Usopp put his arms around Zoro, holding his head to his chest with a content sigh. “This is a lot better than I’ve imagined it before.”

Zoro made a noise of surprise. “You’ve imagined this before?”

“Of course, who wouldn’t? It’s a dream come true to get smothered in your big burly arms.”

A hint of red painted Zoro’s cheeks. He grinned, smug. “You think my arms are burly?”

“Obviously. You should know that by now.”

Zoro made a noise, but it was muffled when Usopp pressed him further into his pecs. “Wait wait, before you say ‘I want to ruin you’ or anything like that let me just get this off my chest. Real Zoro is so damn frustrating!”

“Uso—”

“Nope! I love dreams about stuff that’ll never happen, but I need to talk about this again.” Usopp took a big breath. “You are the hottest guy ever and I love that we’re friends, but sometimes I look at you and wish I was brave enough to grab your face and kiss you senseless.

“I wish I could take you by the hand and show off every plant in my garden, go over every single fact and detail about them. I wish I could rail you like you’ve never been railed before and make you putty in my arms. I wish I could curl up in your lap whenever you’re asleep on deck and use you as a big comfy pillow.

“But most of all,”—he sighed, loosening his arms as he started to lose steam—“I wish you were really here so I could fall asleep in your arms, breathe the air you breathe, and wake up so tangled together I don’t know where you end and I begin.”

Zoro stayed silent. Usopp let himself bask in utter relief. “Ah, that was nice. Okay, we can get back to…”

Something pinched his chest. It was kind of uncomfortable and getting sharper, like little rocks pushing into his skin—

Usopp shrieked. “Did you bite me?!”

“Only a little,” Zoro said, licking over the shallow mark.

“You can’t just do that without a warning—!” Usopp paused. Gears turned in his head.

Zoro lifted his head, a smirk on his pink-tinged face. “So if I give you a heads up, I can do it again?”

Usopp sputtered. “I—you—this is real?!”

“I don’t know, does this feel real?”

At once too slow and too fast, Zoro pushed himself up and kissed him.

Not a peck or just lips, no, Zoro was pressing him down into the mattress, licking all over Usopp’s lips, almost demanding entrance.

No, not demanding, that wasn’t quite right. The insistent, crushing affection made him dizzy, almost as if trying to convince him of something.

As if desperate to—

Usopp suddenly moaned, loud and open, and Zoro pulled back, eye wide.

“Did I—?”

“It’s real.” Usopp cut him off. “It’s so very real and—holy crap.”

He cupped one of Zoro’s cheeks. “You really—you really want this? Want me?”

Zoro raised a brow, pointedly looked down at Usopp’s mouth.

“Humour me,” Usopp said. Zoro stared, and in a quieter voice, Usopp added, “Please?”

Zoro’s eye softened. “Yes. I want you, Usopp.”

Usopp’s lips stretched into a wobbly smile. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes as he said, “You know, I’m pretty high strung.”

His eyes fluttered closed as Zoro kissed below each lid. “I’ve noticed.”

“And I need a lot of reassurance.”

A few kisses down the side of his nose. “You do.”

“And I’m a pretty big coward.”

Zoro kissed his lips again, less pressured, less desperate. All the same warmth and conviction.

“Not when it counts.”

And what was Usopp to do except meet his expectations?

It was the work of a few seconds to slip his hand around Zoro’s back, slow and unhurried, and quickly flip their positions.

Surprise and a darker blush painted Zoro’s face. Usopp took a breath to steady himself. To prepare. With a steady voice he said, “Yeah, not when it counts.”

Usopp's eyes were drawn to the bob of Zoro’s throat as he swallowed. “I’m supposed to—”

“Zoro.” Usopp cupped his cheek. “There’s no one here. It’s just us.”

He dragged a hand down Zoro’s chest, fingers brushing lightly over his collarbone, his sternum, his scar. Zoro shivered as he closed his eye.

Usopp gently pressed against Zoro’s abs, pressing him further into the mattress. “Let me take care of you.”

A breath. A single nod.

“Good boy.”

—

The best sleep of his life—no, the best night of his life. Zoro didn’t know if he’d ever felt so relaxed and content before. The ache in his backside pulsed with each shift in his seat, a welcome reminder of how well he was cared for last night. He sipped his coffee quietly, a pleasant emptiness and buzzing in his mind.

His partner walked by the table moments later, evidence of Zoro’s handiwork peeking out of the rumpled green button-up and trailing all the way up his neck and down each arm.

“Usopp, did you get attacked by a bear or something?” Luffy asked.

“Or something,” Usopp mumbled, slipping into the spot beside him. Zoro slid him a mug and a stack of pancakes. Their fingers touched and stayed a moment before Usopp pulled away for a drink.

“New boyfriend?”

Usopp spat out his coffee all over his plate. Nami smiled a smug grin as Usopp coughed and hacked. She held out a hand and several groans resounded around the table. Zoro watched with a mild curiousity as Robin, Franky, and Brook each handed Nami a handful of bills.

“You bet on us getting together?!” Usopp shrieked.

“Eh? You weren’t already?” Luffy and Chopper asked.

“No! We—”

Nami loudly cleared her throat and held her hand a little higher.

A blue sheen covered their table. A pouch of money floated through the air to land in Nami's hand. “Thank you for the business.”

Usopp whined and pulled his cap down over his face, turning his face into Zoro’s shoulder. “Even Traffy?”

Zoro patted the top of his head. A grin spread across his face as he made a realization. “Hey, Usopp.” Usopp looked up with a confused hum. Zoro pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. “Garchu.”

Zoro ignored the hollers and the fufufu’s and yohoho’s, enjoying the red undertone that bloomed across Usopp’s skin and the higher pitched, “Zoro, you can’t just do that in front of everybody!” as he hid his flushed face in Zoro’s shoulder once more.

Across the table, Nami grimaced. “Ugh, yeah I deserve that.”

Yup. Best night of Zoro’s life.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #usopp #zosopp #opfwex #opexchange #opfwex2024 #nemo the writing ho

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Marco x reader Beach day

this is a fic i meant to post a little while ago but my inter net said no =(

Marco usually never regrets eating his devil fruit. He knows it has saved his ass so many times. He was sure he'd probably be dead by now without it but right now he hated it. He watched as his lovely wife swam haphazardly. He wanted nothing more than to dive in and join her.

He knew if he called out for her she'd come to him and abandon her swimming but he wouldn't do that to her. He knew she loved swimming, sometimes he wondered if she was part, Fishman. She was graceful in the water like it was her true home. He loved watching her but it hurt that he couldn't join her.

"Just put on some floaties and get out there already!" Ace grunted, he was tired of watching Marco pout. Honestly, the damned bird brain pissed him off with his love-sick puppy act.

"I'm not gonna ruin her fun," Marco sighed, " she would be too worried to enjoy herself if I did that." (Y/n) was a good swimmer but Marco doubted she would be able to tread water carrying him. He knew he was a tall man and he wasn't skinny, he cringed at the thought of her drowning trying to save him.

"Well, I think I'm going to join her." Thatch laughed, he would never even try to steal (y/n) from Marco but he wouldn't lie, he liked rubbing it in that he could swim with her.

"You are such a dick," Ace giggled like a teen girl.

"Don't even think about being touchy with her," Marco growled.

"What you gonna do swim out and hit me if I am?" Thatch jabbed, smirking at Marco's glare.

"Naw I don't think I'd have to," Marco huffed, " I think she'd punch you square in your jaw if you tried."

"He also could fly out and kick you," Ace added, "can't hold your breath forever man."

"Dang Ace, whose side are you on?" Thatch threw his arms up in surrender.

Ace gave the brunette a deadpan state for a moment, " (y/n)'s side."

"Yeah, that's probably smarter." Thatch admitted, "But what if she wants to get touchy Feely with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Are you delusional?" Marco questioned, "Look rub it in that you can swim all you want but we all know (y/n). She doesn't do touchy Feely unless you're me, she is practically a cat."

"Guess that means your pussy whipped in more ways than one." Ace cackled.

"Oh cram it, you're just jealous I get pussy and you don't." Marco rolled his eyes.

"Well i'm Seriously Gonna go join her, it's way too hot out." Thatch groaned, leaving the two devil fruit users behind. The water was gonna feel great.

Thatch quickly waded out into the water, humming in relief at the cool water. He didn't swim like (y/n) but her enthusiasm for it was contagious. He watched as she dove under the water and did few rolls before coming back up for air. He couldn't help but smile, when she was in the water she was like an otter. He shook his head before diving under and swimming over to her.

"Is everyone ok hanging on the beach?" (Y/n) asked with her pretty smile.

"You mean is Marco still pouting?" Thatch corrected, "Oh,, and yes he is, he is like a love-sick puppy right now."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, " Don't be dramatic," she slashed Thatch, " he's a grown man he can handle me swimming about for an hour or two."

"You know I don't blame him," Thatch smiled, " if I were him I'd hate not being able to join in on something my wife loved to do much. Siriusly watching you Swim is..." Thatch tried to think of the right word before landing on, " mesmerizing, you just are so at peace out here."

"It would be better with him," she smiled, " but I just can't help how at home I feel in the water. It just feels right."

"OK I have to ask, and feel free to punch me for this but are you sure you're not part Fishman? Or like an otter mink or something?" Thatch braced himself to be hit.

(Y/n) just rolled her eyes splashing Thatch before heading for the beach. It was a running gag on the ship that she wasn't fully human. It didn't bother her, but sometimes it got on her nerves. As far as she knew she was fully human but who really knew?

She slowly made her way onto the shore. She felt wobbly from the rocking of the waves. She took care to take measured steps so she wouldn't fall on her ass. Her pace was slow but steady letting her equilibrium readjust to solid ground.

Marco smiled seeing his wife coming back to shore. The water dripped off of her and made her skin shimmer. Whenever she emerged from the water he always thought of her as a beautiful water nymph, gracing the land with her presents. He knew it was far too grand of an image but he couldn't help it. He watched her with a content smile.

"Can you toss me a towel?" she smiled as soon as her feet were entirely on dry sand. She still felt slightly wobbly but that would pass quickly.

Marco grabbed one of the folded towels beside him and tossed it to her, "you hungry? Been out there for a while." Marco asked as he got to his feet.

"I could use a snack," she toweled herself off ruffly drying her hair before finding a low-hanging branch to drape it over, " but I came back out to be with you. I was getting lonely without ya," she stuck her tongue out at him.

"Even with thatch out there?" Marco asked.

"Well if you want me to I can go swim with him but id rather sit here with you." (y/n) smirked watching Marco closely.

"Well no I think id rather have you hear." Marco hummed wrapping his arms around his wife from behind and pulling her into his chest, "Don't you have a book you're working through? Pretty hard to read if you're out swimming."

"Yeah your right about that," (y/n) hummed back hugging his arms close to her. "Bet id figure out a way though."

"Yeah but how much more comfortable would you be if you were sitting in my lap rather than struggling not to ruin your book." Marco swayed gently nuzzling his stubble into the crook of her neck.

"Well since you insist, I guess ill sit in your lap and enjoy reading my book." (y/n) spun out of Marco's arms, "but why don't we find some shade and grab some food?"

"I think that's a great idea," Marco kissed (y/n)'s cheek before pecking her lips. "In fact probably one of the best ideas I've heard all day."

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