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matchadobo · 1 year

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SHANKS; bathing with the emperor on a hot summer day

summary: in the burning afternoon at the red force, name stumbles upon her captain/husband in the bath. 🔞 tw: NSFW, sm/ut, seggs is mentioned and told here read at your own discretion, p0rn w/o plot, bath seggs, unprotected seggs, no angst, little fluff?, fem reader

it was one of those god-forbid, humid days where you could feel your skin burning under the scorching ball of heat in the sky. your clothes uncomfortably sticking in your skin. even with a tank top and short shorts you felt yourself melting beneath the searing sun.

the floor under your feet was like a pan above an open stove. each crevice of your body damp with excruciating sweat. your vision wobbly from the intense heat as you felt a migraine coming in. sweat trickling down the sides of your face, down to your neck, glistening under the sun.

you panted incessantly, desperately trying to look for a hint of anything remotely cold to soothe the pain of summer. you glanced around the red force, each crew member in the same predicament as you. no one dares to step on the portion of the deck where there was no shade, one might say that it can fry you to death immediately. all men on deck had their shirts off, still in one place, fanning themselves, restlessly trying to survive the grave heat.

"hey, benn." you called to the group of men, cooped up in the bar. each have a tall glass of icy water. "where's captain?"

"haven't seen the lad. try his quarters?" he looked at you with tired eyes, feet propped up in the table, the sleeves of his shirts rolled up, his hair tied in a high bun; seemingly not handling the heat like everyone else.

"right." you smiled as you bid farewell. carrying your heavy body as you entered your captain's quarters.

met with the dark mahogany walls, fairly decorated with ornaments he has collected along his journey through his life. you don't miss the medium sized photo of him and luffy, smiling ear to ear while holding beetles. you can't help but smile as your heart twitched in endearment.

his gray-colored oak bedside tables decorated with trinkets settled beside his black pencil-postered bed accessorized with red, velvety sheets and an ample amount of raven and crimson pillows. the fluffy carpet beneath your feet welcomed your drowsiness amidst the hot weather. lateral from the bed was his three-mirrored vanity, also in gray-colored oak, where his coat was lazily hung on of the mirrors. you glanced at the door beside it and saw it ajar as the quiet sound of water splashes emanated from the small gap.

there he is.

you sauntered to where he was, slowly opening the door, careful not to disturb anything. you met with his raspberry eyes, sultrily holding your gaze as a smirk crept on his pink lips at your company. he was holding a glass of wine, hair graciously slicked back, and skin glistening from staying in the water for too long. "need something, love?"

"why didn't you say so that you've got the bath all to yourself?" you irritably gritted your teeth, blowing air in dismay, rolling your eyes, and simultaneously taking your clothes off.

"slow down, sweetheart. the weather's already hot as it is, don't go making it hotter for me, aye?" he placed the glass down, fixing up his position in order to make room for you. "don't be so angry with me now, doll. let me make it up you, come." he suavely called out, voice as smooth as the velvet sheets in his bed where you always find yourself ending up naked beside him.

"you better be." you retorted, finally taking off the last article of clothing—your panties. you saw how his eyes trailed down to your plush thighs, to your enticing bundle if nerves, to the curve of your hips and ratio of your waist, to the round mounds of flesh on your chest, up to your alluring face. you never miss how his eyes always mirrored that lustful yet genuine look he gives you whenever you stand bare before him like this. he slowly licks his lips and opens his thighs for you to sit in the space between, not breaking eye contact before your back faces him.

you finally sat down, moaning at the relief of the cold water soothing your body and his breath hot against your neck. "care for a wine, darling?"

he softly uttered beside you, his hand with a wine glass extended to you before placing subtle kisses on the smooth skin that connects your shoulders and neck. your skin tingled at the sensation of his wet lips, your thighs shivered slightly in response. "a rum'd be better but this'll do." you returned, taking the glass of wine.

he suddenly started getting suggestive, placing sloppy kisses on your neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh just at the tip of your jaw. "i thought the weather was the only thing in heat, seems you are too." you reached over the mini wooden table on the bathroom to place the glass down.

you felt him chuckle and grin on your skin, nibbling on the flesh as his stubble poked on you. you cringe at the pain but you love it, how his wet, hot lips feel against your cold skin, how his stubble graze and contrasted with the softness of your skin, how his hums and silent growls grow loud each time he elicits a moan from you. his arm snaked around your waist, feeling your chest up. you threw your head back, trying to swallow all the sounds of pleasure the redhead is evoking off of you. "holding it will only make it louder, angel." he whispered against your ear, voice gruff and heavy on lust. "i know it feels good baby, come on i wanna hear how good i make you feel." he played with your skin between his teeth, licking your ears afterwards.

"f-fucking prick," you weakly muttered, biting your lips as you refuse giving him the satisfaction. the grip on the mounds on your chest grew hungrier, kneading and playing with the sensitive bit between his thumb and index finger as his knees started maneuvering your thighs to get under your bundle of nerves.

for a disabled man like shanks, he's irritably skilled in manipulating you and your body under his spell. until your eyes mirror hearts, your mouth starts drooling, your words become mumbles and gibberish, and all you could utter and beg for is him. for the short amount of time that you two are together, he has memorized what gets you screaming, which positions and maneuvers drives you insane, which spots sends you into climax, and where you'd exactly want him to be. he knows everything about you by heart. that's why now, you're a complete mess under him.

"can you blame me, sweet stuff? i can't get enough of you." he continued, gravelly voice reaching your rabbiting chest. leaving scattered splotches of blues and purples in the span of your neck at his wake, all the while rubbing his knees on your core as he dug deeper within you. your body twisted in pleasure as you try gripping the sides of his ceramic, stygian tub to somehow get a hold of your fucking self. little whimpers escape your parted lips as your eyes rolled at the back of your head. his fiery, rose-colored eyes not missing each twinge of elation in your face—growing hard at each noise and spasm you make under his grasp.

"s-stop teasing..!" you tried to mumble out words from your cloudy head, all you could focus on was the combined pleasure if his touch in your chest and your core that sent your mind in a flurry.

"but you love it so much, don't you my angel?" his voice was soft, yet demonic. alluring you into his sins, his aura so dark yet so gentle. his movements growing rougher and faster as you neared your high. "you crave for how i drive you fucking crazy, don't you my love?" he growled through gritted teeth, voice deeply hungry for you.

"my my, look at you. doing all the work for me."he praised you, letting you rub yourself on his thighs. the sound of water splashing with each other with your lips squelching underwater sent him even harder you could feel him throbbing against your back. you could feel your stomach bubbling in pleasure as it approaches your core. you weren't even trying to be quiet anymore, you were begging for your sweet release.

"go on darling, reach your high." and with that, your first climax came. yes, first. you know full well that this is just the beginning. your captain hasn't even used his member yet and you're already a wet mess. you settled down as you tried calming yourself down, leaning back and resting your head on his shoulders. your damp locks sticking to your skin with sweat and the wet bath.

as soon as the emperor heard your pants becoming more regulated, he immediately uttered an order. "face me." you found yourself immediately spinning around and settling yourself on his lap, straddling him. he raised your chin with his index finger, trying to meet your eyes. "let me see you, sweetheart." your cheeks had that flushed tint of red from arousal and the heat of his gaze that he adored so much. you see how his face softened with one look at you as he reached over and caressed your cheek, rubbing circles on it with his thumb. "it still baffles me how someone as enchanting as you is sitting in front me."

"fuck off with the compliments, ojisan." you rolled your eyes, despite the race of heat from your neck to your cheeks. "get into it, yeah?" you smugly challenged him, putting both of your arms beside his figure while his large one was settled on your hips, keeping you in place.

his once soft smiled turned into a sharp grin as he pulled you into his lips. your arms wrapped around his neck, tilting your head to the side to kiss him deeper. he hummed through your lips, exploring every edge of your mouth to elicit another pleasurable sound from you. his hand traversed across the span of your back, taking delight in the softness of your skin in his touch as he manipulates your tongue with his. his hand roaming down your rear, kneading the voluptous flesh in his palm as he spreads you, prepping you for his entrance.

as he had successfully aroused every sexual desire within you, you started to induce friction and grind yourself back and forth. your lips spreading ever so often as his pulsating member slides within your crevice from your incessant back and forth motion. he threw his head back after gutturally moaning in your open mouth at the fervent stimulation. you reached over to plant splotches of red and purple on his neck as he bucked his hips upward. his girth throwing you off guard, making you lose your balance at his sudden movement. "i got you, love." he chuckled lightly, supporting you from the small of your back.

as the first stretch came, you two let out a big breath of ecstasy; high on each other. you tightened around him as he tried moving, for a man of two meters his size is not a joking matter. no matter how much you grow accustomed to it, it still catches you off guard. as you two went at it, you rested your head on his shoulder as the squirmy feeling started bubbling in your stomach. shanks kept whispering filthy nothings in your ear, biting it ever so often, mumbling about how good and tight you clench around him with each thrust, his hot pants and breaths echoing like a melody on your ear.

the plashing of the bathwater and the sticky slapping of skin wet with liquid unbeknowst to the both of you whether it is come, soap, or the water echoed throughout the room. the floor getting wet with the amount of water leaving the tub from your carnal movements with him. endless, hungry moans of sinful desire, each with the utter of one another's names. as your bodies get closer to each other, so was your climaxes. his hips stuttering, your thighs wobbling, your and his' minds clouded with lust and amor.

reaching your climaxes with the chorus of moans of pleasure and pants of weariness, the redhead aroused. "up for another, angel?"

FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT UM??? SORRY??? just had this idea in one sitting and wrote it immediately bcoz philippines is like a fucking oven rn, NOT EVEN JOKING MY SKIN FEELS LIKE IT'S ACTUALLY BURNING EACH TIME I GO OUT. omg cha writing for another charac other than kidd?????????? yes i find shanks hot too, what do we expect

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saemi-the-writer · 8 months

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Niasra (Niamh/Asra) in 5 minutes

More undercut, if you're interested :)

Niamh likes to borrow Asra's scarves and gilets, sometimes a shirt she leaves half-open on purpose because she knows he likes what he sees! Asra borrows some of her accessories and tunics from time to time.

Asra was so anxious to cause another crisis that he swore to not confess his feelings for Niamh, especially after the events in the Prologue. He was also worried Niamh was falling for him primarily by default or due to the lack of options, since she didn't get to make many friends during the 3 years after her resurrection. Niamh sometimes questioned her feelings for Asra, wondering if she was really in love with or deeply attached to him. But then, she realised she really loved the person Asra was and cherished the moments they shared because she loved him and not just because he had been her "master". So she decided "I have to clarify my intentions and feelings to him" and confessed first.

Asra knows how to cook and is quite good at it, but he likes to indulge in Niamh's great cooking <3 While she cooks most of the time, the two like to prepare dinner together, especially when they have guests.

Niamh was never fond of bugs, and due to her past trauma with the Plague beetles deeply set in her, she might freak out depending on its size/type. She might squash it *while* screaming or chase it with a broom (like Sophie in "Howl's moving Castle").

Asra catches the bug to let it out or feed ut to Faust - if the latter doesn't catch it first.

Niamh is the housekeeper of the two! That's why Asra is the one who goes to buy groceries, deals with some customers and does some other tasks in the shop. He doesn't want her to overwork herself or live off her.

Asra can still be overprotective of Niamh, but he tries his best not to smother her. Niamh can be protective, but since she dislikes when people are too protective of her or make her feel like she's fragile or can't handle herself, she refrains from overdoing it.

Asra is the most jealous of the two. A tiny part of him fears Niamh would find someone who "would never let her down" and leave him. Niamh refused to watch the memory of Asra and Julian because she thought it was none of her business, but she still felt a pang of jealousy and considered it inappropriate. She sometimes wondered (worried) whether Asra had someone he met during his journeys in the past.

Asra and Niamh have their disagreements, but they don't argue or fight often. When it happens, it can be because one of them (or both) was really tired/frustrated and somehow snapped at the other or took it out on them; like Niamh snapping at Asra because he's messy or Asra taking a jab at Niamh about her collecting/recycling habits. The subjects that are still quite sensitive are Lucio (for a while), Asra leaving or keeping (too many) secrets from her, Niamh's overly idealistic views (wanting to give a chance a bit too quickly, especially compared to her past self) and touchiness. Asra is usually the first to apologize because he's so afraid to repeat the same mistake and to come back too late that he sometimes apologized when he wasn't in the wrong. Niamh felt awful when it happened and made amends for it.

They are both popular for different reasons. Asra was already quite known and became especially famous after the Plague. Niamh was well-liked in the past, her resurrection made people a bit wary/freaked out at first; but she remained discreet. She became quite popular during the Trial, especially when she revealed she used to be Chimerae.

Niamh has a bit of separation anxiety, due to the faint memory of Asra leaving during the Plague and his travels away from the shop.

Asra is more likely to take the shot for Niamh, even if he knows she would hate it. Niamh has her mind set on "we must live together", but she would take a hit for him too.

#the arcana #the arcana headcanons #asra alnazar #asra x apprentice #asra/apprentice #oc: niamh #pairing: niasra #niamh griffin #niasra

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aiautos · 5 months

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Dear Followers

@allhorsenoplinko here! You may have noticed that we haven't posted in a while. It's a long story, lotta stuff has happened and interests waned for a bit. DO NOT WORRY! We are working on making some new stuff to post! I'm working on making AI-generated Automation cars, and some other fun lore greeblies on the side.

(Two renders of the Phoenix Spectra, one of the cars I'm making for Automation)

@quadraticfour is working with different diffusion algorithms (or something, I don't know the AI stuff as much as I do know the car stuff) to make some really cool car things. We're gonna make some CONTENT for you!

(A 2003 VW Beetle Ute, made by our own @quadraticfour, using Lumalabs.ai)

We are also still doing requests!

#aiautos #ai generated images #out of character #ooc #ai generated #experimental

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lastdivantruther · 7 months

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ooh! thank you, @kitsquared for tagging me :3

favorite song: lately, it's probably Life Worth Missing and Cute Thing from Car Seat Headrest. i've been obsessed with their albums for a couple of months now.

favorite colors: cold blues and purples and greens. and very bright yellow.

currently watching: ofmd season 2 atm. i don't really watch stuff, i usually play so i'll write that one: Stardew Valley, i'm going back to my old comforts

last movie: Barbie!

sweet, spicy or savory: i like bland stuff actually :p i'm more into texture of the food, more crunchy the better.

current obsession: adventure time, and some constant obsessions like bsd and ut/dt

last thing googled: blue bolo tie :p, yeah i want dazai's. couldn't find one i liked so i'm going with a silver colored beetle :))

this is fun! i'm tagging... let me see... @originalaccountname, @themoonawaitsherexecutioner, @prarthnaoffthedeepend

No pressure! I can also tag anyone who wants!

#tag game

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fakeloveaskblog · 1 year

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(Hi, me again. Random thing but when Janus was asking Remy to get eggs if they had the spoons. In my half asleep brain I was thinking of egg and spoon races, and that Janus was saying that if there were any spare spoons they could get eggs and have a race.)

Hi Remy I’m here. You have my word that I won’t summon you anything. Even if you’re begging. Any advice for if you do start begging, how to help you without summoning anything?

Glow Eyes

(HFKSFJH i was just trying to make them seem domestic but that is a very fun mental image)

Their fingers tapped against the coffee mug while they squinted their eyes to try and remember what the psychologist at the rehab center had told them.

"Yeah uh I shouldn't be alone if I get the urge to like relapse so you should probs like call Janny or RemRem. And if they're busy for some reason i was uuuh supposed to go to the like emergency center. y'know where like suicidal people go and stuff. Thanks for like asking"

The hours idly passed by as the coffee cups started to create a small pile on their table. When they moved their wrists the joints popped like a bag of popcorn. After all of the sewing their fingers had started to feel a bit numb but they'd gotten at least one piece of clothing done.

Several notifications went off from their phone all coming in at rapid pace.

Babe 💚: HALP BLEDING UT Babe 💚: GOIG TO HELL Babe 💚: ME DEMISE NEAR Babe 💚: AAAAAHHH BLODO

The text from Remus stopped for just a moment before another text came.

Babe 💚: Nevermind it was just a paper cut Babe 💚: Here's a photo of a cool beetle <33

Remy checked the time and got surprised at it just being a bit past noon. "You think RemRem wouldn't mind if I crashed in at his place after buying the groceries JanJan asked for? Sounds like I gotta save him from drowning in the blood from his tooots dangerous wound"

#sanders sides #glow eyes #thanks forthe ask C:

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cherrio-krispz · 11 months

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HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI GUYS I AHVE A NEW CHARACTER A NEW OC OMSTARS UAYAYYEYA he I SA BEETLE HIS NAME IS BEETLE BE KIND TO HIM!!!!!!!! ALSO TOKEN EEPY ON THINGS YAYAY

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bh-reports · 2 months

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Been having writer’s block for a bit now on my UT fic. The main part of it was that I want this awesome overarching conflict that I got a decent plan for but I have no fucking idea how any of the characters would react in ideal circumstances.

Like what happens when they are all in a good headspace, their natural habitat or at least something that they can unwind/enjoy.

It makes it near impossible for me to feel confident with my characterization at the moment because the main character is always stressed. Having anxiety is one thing but never being able to be lost in the tiniest bit of fun is another.

I want them to still freak out in an anxious way occasionally but I want to find something that allows him to push past it. Something that tells “yeah, the consequences are totally worth it to fill this guy’s cubby full of waterballoons and yes, this is how I want to spend my time.”

Ya feel me?

It’s got me to thinking. Yeah! Yeah I want to see what the fuck it would take for Eggs Benedict to pull this shit.

I want to see the sweat coming down his brow. I want to see his friends scrutinize “is this man insane?” “Has he lost his marbels?”

No.

He has every marble.

Enough marbles to park a vw beetle on the top of the liberal arts building.

Or something like that.

—>

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tenebrosorpg · 2 months

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BLACK HERON. BADR — 27, M

Rising from the flesh of unholy divinity, HE has sworn loyalty to the HOUSE OF BEETLE as a PURE BLOOD vampire. Blessed by the blood moon, his power comes from his SIGHT. Turned at the age of THIRTY-EIGHT, he has walked the earth for OVER A MILLENNIA.

HISTORY

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CONNECTIONS

SABLE SNARE — in a labyrinth, are you ariadne or the minotaur?

Every spymaster needs willing pawns and weak links to act as their whisperers of secrets and debts. The one that SABLE SNARE owes you is one she cannot pay without blackening her hands with blood. A blood oath is an unbreakable vow — to attempt to sever it would bring damnation upon her. She is a self-aware player in a maze of deceit and webbed half-truths, a woman who knows the story she exists within and without. If she had been baptised in the blood of Beetle, perhaps the calculating instinct you so admire would have been better nurtured under your firm hand. But she is the mere key in the lock you have waited to break for centuries, the gateway into the House of Spider and its demise. An ace up your sleeve is worth a double-edged victory — desperation makes fools out of even the sharpest of survivors.

SABLE SNARE — in a labyrinth, are you ariadne or the minotaur?

TAKEN by ANNIE

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