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man this fucking flashback of the ASL brothers got me fighting tears

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just two fishies chilling out on a hot day! thank you @54prowl for the cutesy piece of my & my bubblegum boy ❤︎

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three years strong 🍀💖🌟

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happy birthday to the one who holds the sun within

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twirling his tie while I talk to him in the office

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spin the wheel and assign an animal to prev

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ONE PIECE Opening 4 - BON VOYAGE!

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vampire!shanks

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charas who get bashful and shy when you subtly flash your panties in front of them in public vs charas who take it as an invitation, placing their hand between your thighs —

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this is how renji eats pussy btw

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bee!!! thank you for the tag!!! i see that your taste is very yummy and delectable men!!!! here are my nine favs, are they predictable?

tagging (no pressure): @nagumoan @ljubimaya @eussstasss @mosskissed @p00pdev1l @lovegasmic + anyone else who wants to join!!!

angel startin a reblog game on a saturday?! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ reblog with nine of your f/os/faves !! let's see if there is a trending type hehehe

very shyly tagging some mooties :3 no pressure !! @heiayen @sincerelyhunnybee @carminechrollo @yaminohimeyume @dewberrydusk @hikentomori n whoever wants to join !!

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men who kiss your ankles, knees, thighs, all the way up to bury their face under your skirt

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fuck giveon

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shanks *swoons*

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osamu x fem!reader, mdni, 1.4k wc, pussy eating nd the teeniest bit of rimming.

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sometimes, after a bad day, osamu doesn't want to talk about it.

anything could cause it — a particularly grating customer, an ill-timed snide comment from his brother, a recipe not translating well from his brain to his prep table — it doesn't matter, sometimes there’s only one thing that’ll calm him down.

this is where you come into play: fresh out of the shower and in only a towel, you’re searching through your dresser for something to wear when he steps into your bedroom.

he barely grunts out a response to your greeting before he's got you crowded against the dresser from behind, the smell of your conditioner and lotion filling his nose and already soothing him a little. he hums noncommittally when you ask him how his day was, planting wet kisses down the nape of your neck instead of a proper reply.

"osamu!" you gasp when he reaches around to palm at one of your boobs through your towel, tilting your head to the side to give him more room to work. he's so big behind you, broad chest warm against your bare skin as he sucks a mark into your throat that you'll have to cover up tomorrow. you can't help but arch your back to gauge how hard he already is; he's already throbbing in his work trousers.

a heavy breath escapes him when you rub against his cock. "none of that," he grumbles into the junction where your throat meets your shoulder. impatient hands tug at your towel until you let it drop unceremoniously at your feet — you make a mental note to scold him for it later, once the growing need in your core has been taken care of. for now, you go easily when he plants a big hand between your shoulder blades, pushing gently but firmly until you're bent at the waist across the dresser. "need to taste ya, it's been a long ass day."

the honest timber in his voice is enough to have your thighs squeeze together, desperate to try and quell the ache.

satisfied with the position he has you in, he drops heavily to his knees behind you. for a moment, the room is still. you nibble your bottom lip between your teeth as you wait for him to make the next move, wiggling your hips a little in anticipation, until —

calloused hands grab greedy handfuls of your ass, putting a stop to your movement. he squeezes firm enough to leave indents, letting the fat of your ass spill between his fingers before he spreads you open for him to see.

the noise he makes at the sight of your pussy is filthy enough to bring heat to your face. you don't have to see him to know that he's completely transfixed, gaze locked onto where you're starting to slick up, wetness drooling out of you and coating between your thighs.

he gently brushes over your clit with his thumb; you jolt at the contact, twitchy enough that he huffs out a quiet laugh. it's almost intimidating, the wait.

you think you'll explode if he doesn't touch you properly soon.

"missed ya, gorgeous," he sighs reverently. you almost answer him before you realise that he isn’t talking to you — he’s talking to your pussy. you squirm abashedly. "c'mon, don't get all shy on me now, sweetheart. i've been thinkin' about ya all day."

"c'mon, osamu," you whine. "aren't there better ways to catch up?"

you can hear the grin in his voice when he answers, "needy, aren’t we? that’s alright, i’ll have ya singing for me soon enough."

he squeezes your ass one last time before his hands drift, moving to grab at the fronts of your thighs. in one quick tug he pulls you back towards himself, using his newfound grip to practically smother himself in your cunt.

he dives in immediately, licking a broad line from your clit to your leaking hole, groaning in appreciation at finally getting a taste of you. the vibration makes your toes curl. you reach a desperate hand back to grab a fistful of his hair, looking for something to ground you. like this, you can almost fool yourself into thinking you have any semblance of control over the situation.

he's always been a messy eater, but it's even worse when he's like this; not even a full minute in and you can already feel the mess of your own slick and his saliva trailing down your inner thighs.

"jesus, osamu— fuck," you whimper when he prods his tongue inside you, fucking you with the muscle. you're completely soaked now, you can feel the slick coating his cheeks and chin, even his nose when it brushes against your skin at one point. everything is so debauched and sloppy as he grinds his nose against his clit. you swear you hear him sniff loudly at one point, practically inhaling you.

"ya taste fucking amazing, baby," he hums, sucking on the lip of your pussy with an obscene slurping sound. "can't get enough of ya. wish i could spend the rest of my life doing this."

in his eagerness, he can't seem to settle on what he wants to do: he switches greedily between lapping at your clit to tongue-fucking you, even at times giving your pussy a second to breathe so he can lick up the mess of fluids running down your legs. it’s as if he can't bear to waste a single drop.

it's taking a concentrated effort to keep standing, even with the dresser supporting the majority of your weight by this point. your legs quake in his grip, and you feel him grin when he notices, though he tightens his hold on you to keep you steady.

you're practically boneless when he decides to explore higher up, circling the rim of your asshole without warning. . "o—samu!" you yelp, jerking your hips away until you're practically on your tiptoes. "fuck—!"

he let's you dance away from him, though it was entirely begrudging. "next time," he mutters. "next time, i’ll eat your ass too, okay?"

the room spins as you nod hazily, barely able to keep up with him as he moves back down to your clit. it’s unfair, the way he knows exactly how to press your buttons to turn you into a mindless mess. in a practised move, he flicks his tongue side to side at your clit, groaning out a strangled version of your name when your fingers tighten in his hair.

you're close, your orgasm looming over you like a tidal wave just waiting for the right thing to push you over the edge — you're close you're close you're close.

you must've been babbling — or maybe begging? whatever it was, osamu takes pity on you in the form of two thick fingers dipping into your cunt. the stretch is enough to have you drooling as you’re finally split open around something other than his tongue.

"there ya go, sweet girl," osamu coos, curling his fingers to rub insistently over your sweet spot. "c'mon, relax 'nd let go for me, yeah? gonna let me see ya come?"

you nod jerkily, rolling your hips to meet the rhythm of his fingers. right when you think you could sob out of desperation, he sucks your clit back into his mouth again, lapping at it with his tongue.

the combination of it all sends you hurtling over the edge at last, eyes screwing shut as you chant his name like a prayer, clamping down so tightly around his fingers that he can barely move them. your breathing is ragged, chest heaving against the dresser as you try and form a coherent thought.

osamu coaxes you through it, only backing off when you blindly kick your leg back to gently shove him away when the overstimulation gets to be too much.

"aw, don't be like that, baby," he chuckles, slapping your ass playfully. you groan in response, still unable to peel yourself up into a standing position as your pulse returns to something a little less concerning. "you just taste so good, can’t i get ya off one more time?"

when the next blind kick you aim grazes his balls, you only feel a little bad.

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Making gruff men whimper

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FUCK THE BLACKBEARD PIRATES (a little spoiler of marineford below for anyone who hasn’t watched one piece)

THATS A PUSSY MOVE GANGING UP ON WHITEBEARD LIKE THAT