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for the one asks i have, i see you and i will work on it soon

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A quick drawing of my spirit animal, Lotara with her best pal/pet/lover Khârn.

That woman makes me feral AND she is living my dream

Un-pandaed version on my Bluesky (can't have that nippi showing on Tumblr or I might get flack)

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Little rambling

Some time ago, I had a dream about Dawn. It really caught my attention because I had never dreamed of her before, and usually, I don’t even remember my dreams. So, encouraged by my two Tumblr friends @jintaka-hane and @vaadalt, I wrote down what happened in my dream. Here’s how it turned out. I had already shared this on the Discord server, but I’m posting it here too to give you an idea of the dynamic between my two idiots Dawn and Kid.

Rhinoplasty, Kid Pirates edition

The battle had been brutal and swift, leaving behind utter chaos. On the Victoria Punk, the crew members were slowly catching their breath, tending to their wounds, and already joking about the damage inflicted on the enemy. The atmosphere, though heavy with fatigue, carried a savage satisfaction typical of the Kid Pirates.

Kid, seated on a stool in the common room, groaned in pain. His nose was visibly broken - for the umpteenth time - and dried blood still marked the lower half of his face.

Dawn entered at that moment, carrying a makeshift medical kit in her arms. Upon seeing Kid’s state, she rolled her eyes.

“Again? Seriously?” she asked, setting the kit on the table.

“What do you mean, ‘again’?” Kid shot back with a groan.

“This is the third time you’ve broken your nose since I’ve been here,” she replied, sitting down in front of him with an exasperated look.

Kid huffed and tried to push her away with an irritated gesture.

“Stop moving! If you want me to fix this, stay still!”

Kid grumbled in response, crossing his arms. “I don’t need you for this.”

Killer, sitting nearby, couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“Let her do it, Kid. It’s not like this is the first time.”

“Honestly, Kid,” Dawn sighed, “is it some kind of personal challenge for you to get your face redone after every battle?”

“Are you done?” he grumbled. “Less talk, more action.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “But just to be clear: I’m not a doctor, Captain. Just because Chopper taught me two or three things doesn’t mean I can fix everything. And after this, I’ll make sure you remember that.”

Kid narrowed his eyes, his tone low and threatening.

“If you want to survive the day, do your job.”

Dawn rolled her eyes, taking her time to put on a pair of gloves.

“Alright, Captain. But if you keep grumbling, I’ll let you deal with it on your own! And just so you know: this is going to hurt.”

“You think that scares me, lass? I’ve been through worse.” She raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on her lips.

“We’ll see if you’re still acting so tough in thirty seconds.”

Dawn inspected the broken nose carefully, her fingers gently brushing over the displaced bone.

“Alright, Captain, we’re going to have to realign it. You know how this works: stay still, because if you move, it’s going to get worse.”

“Just do it,” he grunted, his fists already clenched.

She placed her fingers on either side of his nose, taking a deep breath.

“I’m going to count to three, okay?”

He impatiently muttered, “Yeah.”

“One…”

Kid closed his eyes, mentally preparing himself.

“Two…”

CRACK!

His scream echoed through the common room.

“DAMN IT! DAWN! YOU SAID ‘THREE’!” he roared, bending forward, his hands clutching his face.

Dawn leaned back slightly, snapping off her gloves with a satisfied smile spreading across her face.

“Exactly. If I had waited until ‘three,’ you would’ve tensed up, and it would’ve been worse.”

Kid narrowed his eyes, glaring at her suspiciously.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Dawn widened her eyes innocently, placing a hand on her heart in a mock display of outrage.

“Me? Hurting you on purpose? I’m deeply offended, Captain.”

He groaned, squinting at her.

“You’re a damn liar.”

“If you say so. But if it helps, I think I did an excellent job. Your nose is almost straight. Now try not to get it broken again for at least... I don’t know, a week?”

“You’re hilarious,” muttered Kid, though his tone was less sharp this time.

“Want to check out my masterpiece?” Dawn teased, holding up a mirror for him.

He looked at her for a moment, his expression softening despite himself, before shaking his head. “You didn’t do too bad,” he admitted reluctantly.

Dawn smiled, amused. “That’s probably the only compliment I’ll ever get from you.”

She turned away to put her things back, leaving Kid to watch her in silence for a moment. Killer, still there, observed the scene with a knowing smirk.

“What?” growled Kid.

“Nothing,” Killer replied as he stood to leave. “Just noticing you’re not as unbearable with her as you are with the rest of us.”

“Shut the hell up, Killer!” snapped Kid, his face turning red.

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So! It’s a bit silly, but it was fun to write. Here, Dawn is already well integrated into the crew and has earned their trust. But it was a long journey for her to get to this point.

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Statue of neptune ♆ ,Melerana Beach ,Gran canaria by Juan M. Ortega

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Lotta stuff in canon and fanon about Zoro being wild and brutish and violent and it's not untrue depending on the circumstances but I feel like he doesn't get enough credit for how often he's actually gentle, calm, and even altruistic. He's not just sort of working toward his goal without causing too much harm to innocent parties; he goes out of his way to do good even to his own detriment, and that's how we're introduced to him in the first place. Luffy doesn't pick people for his crew that aren't kind, and Zoro is a prime example of that even if he's not flashy or conventionally polite about it.

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Countdown From Ten

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 3,000

Synopsis: Wire is adamant on starting the new year off with fireworks. If you'd have thought the type of fireworks he was wanting to burst into the new year was him edging you until the count down begins, you might've never agreed to it.

Themes: Wire x afab!reader, edging, orgasm denial, confessions, time skipping, mdni, NSFW, 18+, smut, P in V sex, oral, fingering, love confession, cream pie, size difference.

Notes: Happy new year! I loved writing this one, and adore Wire so much. I can't wait to write more for him coming into the new year.

Ten.

Your back arched off the bed as you felt your encumbering high reach ever nearer. One large, skilled hand reached over your belly to push you back down onto the bed, splayed over your flesh and engulfed your much smaller form beneath their palm and fingers. While the intensity of the world began to ebb away from the cusps of reality the closer you drew, his fingers hastily left your dripping cunt and gently tapped your thigh.

“Not yet.”

Nine.

You had made a grave mistake in front of your crew a few nights prior. When they had asked everyone if they had any regrets coming into the new year over a few pints, you should’ve remained quiet. Instead, the boldness in the burn of alcohol rid your body of inhibitions as you spoke up. While Heat had suggested he should’ve dedicated more time to learning how to swim, and Killer had said he desired to learn how to perfect the most delicious lasagne, your regret was far more personal.

“I wish I had orgasmed at least once this year.” 

In lieu of an uproar of laughter that the others claimed from unearthing their wants, yours was met with a grave silence and a few empathetic clashes of tankards against your own. 

“Not even once?”

“You took a few to bed over the past couple raids. Didn’t they make you cum?”

“There was all kinds of fun happening at the pleasure district last week. I know you were there, one of the employees took your hand and lead you up to the rooms. Not even them?”

“Are you sure?”

You answered all of their questions by simply gulping back your drink and placing the container upside down on the benchtop in front of you. Shaking your head, you gave a variety of answers ranging from: “They were selfish lovers,” to, “It was my fault. Made them cum too early and they were tired,” and, “I don’t actually think I even can cum anymore,” or, “I didn’t have time to touch myself at all between the fights, workload, and sailing to different islands. Can't even fuck myself.”

While three of the commanders listened to your plight while clicking their tongues and shaking their heads, another reacted a little differently.

Wire had other plans.

Eight.

A keening whine left your lips as your clit quivered in sorrow. You had been so close to eruption that you felt the tingles lingering beneath your skin and your toes curling in annoyance. With a few quick motions, you thumped your head back against the pillow behind you. 

“Wire, please!” you called while clawing at the hand on your belly holding you down. A warm chuckle fled from his lips as he gently carved intricate circles into your skin by the caress of your thigh. 

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he gently chastised you before leaning forward towards your glistening cunt, “Just hold out a little longer. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

Seven.

After finishing his drink at the table and watching as you drew Quincy onto the dance floor, the cogs began to tip behind his eyes. A new bar, a new day, a new raid that ended in victory by the skilled labors of the Kid Pirate crew - yet, Wire sat stewing in his mind while fermenting the many possibilities on how to repair one wrong he would see righted. 

“What’s got you all up in a tizzy, man?” Heat asked as he slumped into the chair beside Wire. Wire recoiled and looked down at his shorter friend with perplexion over his face. 

“Firstly, ‘up in a tizzy’? Really?” He furrowed his brows and turned back towards the dance floor, “Secondly, not cumming for a year.” 

“You still thinking about that?” Heat queeried as he gently nudged Wire’s shoulder with his own, “To be honest with you, so am I. A whole year? Nothing? No…?” He gestured crudely with his hands a depiction of an eruption with his fingers demonstrating a hasty fling. “Must’ve found a few shit partners. Why not ask the crew for help?”

“I have a feeling the stupid saying: ‘don’t shit where you eat,’ has something to do with it,” Wire nodded, watching as Quincy wrapped her arms around you and drew you into a playful kiss. You reciprocated with a smile on your face, breaking away thereafter and laughed with her. “Quincy could do something about that expression, or I could take matters into my own hands.”

"Oh?” Heat quirked up his brow in interest, “Didn’t think I’d see the day you’d get sweet on someone. Not gonna let Quincy do her thing?”

Wire stood without a further word, giving a pointed stare at one of his oldest friends, and turned to make his way towards you as a few hours were left on the countdown clock. Taking your hand in his own, he led you away from Quincy towards the upper rooms of the tavern you’d claimed as loot. 

Six.

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered as he drew his face towards your pussy. His lips curled up into a smile and indulged in flicking a fat stipe against your dripping slit to your clit. He hummed enthusiastically as he latched onto your pearled bud and sucked on it. Each motion was him mouthing and indulging in his every fluid momentum. He was romancing your pussy with his motions, his eyes meeting yours as he felt the call of your bliss reach the cusps of ecstasy.

Reaching behind his head and grasping a heaved fistful of his salt and peppered hair, tugging him both into you and away from you to grind your body against his assaulting lips. Wire muffled a soft, “nuh uh,” sound into your body and removed his face from your pussy immediately. 

“Just a little longer, and I promise it’ll be worth it,” he offered sympathetically, “You’ve waited so long. Surely you can handle just a moment longer?” 

“Wire-!”

Five.

Drawing you up the stairs to the rooms they’d acquired with minimal effort was likely the longest walk of Wire’s life. What was he to say to you? “Hi, honey. I feel so bad about the thing you disclosed to me a week ago and want to fix that for you? I want to make you feel so good, cum so hard, and force you into the cusps of overstimulation until every fibre of your being feels nothing but pleasure?” 

Not a chance. 

Formulating a conversation internally as to how to bring it up himself, he was broken out of his looping mind by a small squeeze against his hand. Closing the door to the room behind you both, you gently latched the door closed and flicked the lock switch into the iron fastening. 

“You alright, commander?” you asked softly before turning to meet his eyes with your own, “I’m not in any trouble am I? I didn’t do anything I wasn’t supposed to-?” 

“-No! I, uh, I mean… No. You didn’t, honey. I just,” Wire stumbled over his words, releasing your hand in favour of withdrawing his hood and ruffling his hair, “I was just thinking about what you said the other day when we were all talking about the regrets.” 

“Oh.”

Four.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you keened for him as he added a thick finger to your center and hooking it up to grind against your g-spot. Your eyelashes fluttered as your glossy lenses began to tear up over your lashline.

“That’s it, honey,” He praised you as he used his larger hand as an anchor to draw down your waist and press your ass back into the bed. “I’ve got you. You just wait on that edge, and I promise I’ll make you feel so fucking good. Just hold on.” 

Three.

“You said you hadn’t cum all year,” Wire clarified with you as he unfastened his cloak from his shoulders and rolled the joints back to remove the weighted material, “Did you mean it?”

Shock eclipsed your face as your lips drew slack. Wire followed your vision from your eyes to his bare shoulders now unshrouded by the tarp he usually wears to shield it. His own eyes drew wide as he stumbled over his words once more. 

“No, no, no, no, I, uh, I mean-,” he waved his hands to halt any thoughts that you may have felt regarding his disrobing in place, “It’s fucking stuffy in here, and I didn’t want the damn cloak on. I’m not meaning anything by it, I swear.” 

Your laughter erupted through your lips immediately, prompting Wire to do the same. You hadn’t even thought about the initial conversation earlier in the week. Nothing about it passed your mind due to how much fun you were having with your crewmates in the few days before the new year. 

“I don’t mind, Wire. Truly, I don’t,” you nodded while teetering off your laughter, “I honestly thought you guys would let it slide-, pass it off, even.” You shrugged nonchalantly while you moved to the other side of the room. A jug of water and a few glasses decorated the space, and you elected to pour two: one for Wire before one of your own as respect for his rank. 

You handed the glass to him and took the other for yourself. Both taking small drinks from your respective glassware, you spoke up to verbalise your woes.

“I don’t want or need your sympathy, commander,” you nod while looking down into your glass. “It was my own fault. I made a whole heap of shitty decisions, didn’t enjoy a few of the consequences, and I can live without cumming-.”

Two.

“-You’re gonna make me cum!” you whined before he halted all motion and removed his hands and tongue from your core. You mourned the loss of his attention before he replaced the hand clawing bliss from your center with his blunt cockhead. The small stretch took the wind out of your body as he pushed on in. Inch by inch he drew himself down into your smaller frame as he bit back his own groans of gasping pleasure.

He was thick, girthy, and made you feel fuller than you had in your entire life. The size difference between his nine foot frame and your smaller stature was adamant, but all of the earlier edging paid off as your cunt sucked him in. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” he whispered softly as he sunk himself down to the hilt. With his entire length now inside your walls and dragging against your walls. “You’re squeezing me so tight, honey. Fuck me.” A release of stringed, babbling curses fled his lips as he shallowly thrust inside you. 

Reaching down his hand to caress your face, he smoothed back skin and gently rubbed the pad of his thumb against the apple of your cheek.

“How are you feeling about it all?” he asked you while he gently rocked in and out of your hot, slick, cunt. “Too much, not enough, not like this, with something else to make it better like this?” His questions lingered in the air as your eyes squeezed shut. 

Each second that passed earlier had been almost a form of torture as you felt your orgasm fizz up, only to snuff out by the works of his lips, hands, and tongue. His cock had you feeling engulfed by his girth and stretched to your maximum capacity, but your body felt as if it would never reach the high it needed without him completely sheathed inside your cunt.

“Just like this, Wire.” You nodded up at him with your brows triangulating in the center of your forehead, “Please. Please, Wire? I need to cum. Please let me cum? I need you to make me cum. I can’t go another second without you inside me. Fuck me, Wire.” 

Wire found a new rise of determination swell within his abdomen as he set a brutal pace fucking into your desperate heat. At each cruel and unforgiving ‘plap, plap, plap,’ of his hips meeting your own, a small gasped and choking moan would spill from your parted lips each time his hips would still. 

“You’re being so patient, darling,” he praised you as he changed his position to cradle you up into his chest, “And you’re doing so well. This whole y-, fuck,” he rolled his eyes as he drew you up onto his lap. You straddled his hips and fucked yourself down desperately against his lap. Your clit brushed against his pelvis and neatly trimmed pubic hair, and your hands immediately drew themselves up onto his shoulders. 

“F-Fu-huck,” you cried out desperately as your edge again called to you. “Please, can I cum? Please, Wire? Can I cum? Will you let me cum now? Please?” Your desperation was picked up in every hitching syllable of your crying lips. Wire could do nothing but to cradle you against him and feel the way your walls began to rhythmically contract and squeeze him to the capacity you could. 

“Wait,” he gasped as he felt his own high ebb on the knife’s edge. He was so worked up from edging you for so long, he couldn’t let himself release before you had been given the chance to. The way your body felt made for him caused his brows to crease and eyes to squeeze tightly shut.

“Now.”

One.

“-I refuse to let your year start off without at least one orgasm under your belt, pardon the pun,” he chastised you firmly before rephrasing his ill-temper, “I mean, I… fuck. I’m sorry. Honey, we’re pirates. We sail, we drink - or some of us do, we fight, we fuck, and we cum. You… you deserve to cum.” 

“Wire-,” you started, only for him to strike you down with a further warning.

“-I won’t have it. You said, and I quote: ‘I wish I had orgasmed at least once this year,’ am I right?” he asked you softly while stepping towards the altar where you drew water for you both, “To make myself completely clear as glass: I am propositioning you. I like you, honey,” he confessed so plainly it seemed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to you. 

He gently raised his hand up to hover at your cheek, not yet bringing it to caress your skin and waiting for you to make a decision. Should you back out, he would leave you there to return to the party, or to sleep - both of which were more than viable options.

Or.

You were now given the chance to lay with your commander and experience being the central focus for a channel of lust. For too long had you laid back and endured the mediocre. For too long had you done all of the work for your partner to experience that encumbering high, only to roll over and slumber almost immediately. For too long had you journeyed with the Kid Pirates and withheld your feelings for the tallest commander in the hopes that they would die down and never rise once more.

But here he was, the man of your desires, offering himself to you in a way you had only ever dreamed of. He was willing to not only fuck you, but make you achieve the one thing you had long-since deprived yourself of. 

“I… I like you too, Wire,” you gasped softly while leaning into his palm with your cheek. You closed your eyes on impact and felt the emotions begin to trickle over the edge in every breath. Wire gasped as your head met his hand, a small moan fled his lips as he gazed upon you with nothing but longing and love. Lust lingered below the depths of his persona, but his love was adamant. 

“When do you want to do this?” he asked you while thumbing over your cheek and leaning in closer. His lips gently brushed its borders against your own, tasting the breath he longed to share with every soft touch. 

“Now.”

Happy New Year.

Pleasure crested in your chest as the encumbering heat bloomed in your abdomen. The long wait and long edge finally met your body with an eruption you had not anticipated. As he denied each orgasm he called you to earlier, a longer and more substantial release atop your lover’s lap. 

“Hhah-, fuck, m’cumm-ming-!” you slurred and babbled amongst your moans and whimpers. Your pussy throbbed and rhythmically squeezed Wire’s shaft in hot pulses as your release finally engulfed your senses. Wire continued to fuck you through it, keeping the pace steady as his own pleasure mounted inside your heat.

“Sh-Shit, I-I-,” Wire began as he felt your cunt continued to contract around him and milk him of his precum into his own high. “Fuck,” he called out a breathy exhale of your name as he shot his release deep inside your body. 

Cheers and hollers ricocheted from the group on the lower grounds of the occupied tavern as the crude slapping of your hips meeting his continued to clap against one another. Your high seemed never ending as his own fucked itself deep inside your body and punctuating every babbled word with its intensity. 

Your breaths caught one another as you came down from your crashing highs and riding the few lingering waves in the arms of one another. His cruel motions moved into rocks for comfort of both you and himself. His cum begun to spill out of your pussy and form a creamy ring around his cock as he kept you on top of him. 

“I… I, uh,” Wire halted in favor of a small chuckle, “I wasn’t going to allow myself to cum, you know? This was meant to be about you, honey.” You laugh alongside him as you nuzzle into his chest and brace his larger torso against your face. You whimpered into his touch while feeling his firm cock begin to deflate the longer the moments passed between you both. 

“I am glad you did. No way we both can’t start our year by cumming into it,” you smiled, only to sigh deeply into the way his heartbeat thumped against your ear. Your inhales and exhales were in perfect unity as your bodies still fit together as one. The sentimentality took you as you moved your head to gaze up into his eyes. 

“Happy new year,” you whispered in barely a breath. His lips found yours and hovered in his own response before claiming you entirely with a passionate and heated kiss to shepherd you into the new era. 

“Happy new year.”

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Kid preparing your birthday [GN neutral]

A little bird told me it's @armiliadawn birthday, and another lil' birdie told me she like Kid... Happy birthday to you ! hope ya enjoy ya day

TW : a bit suggestive, nothing fancy.

‘’ Hey Kid, you prepared something for y/n ? ‘’ asked Killer, who was sitting on a chair, reading the daily newspaper. While Kid was on his work station, creating jewels of engineering before he growled. ‘’ For what ? ‘’ 

Killer froze. ‘’ Ah.’’ he says, with a loud voice. ‘’ You're in deep shit Kid. ‘’ Kid, already angry, turns to Killer, veins popping on his neck and foreheads. ‘’ WHAT ?!’, voice loud as fuck while Killer let escape a loud sigh. 

‘’ It’s y/n birthday. ‘’ 

A heavy silence as Kid's temper falls, accompanied by the sound of crickets as Eustass' face moves to give way to realization, becoming a little paler, which brings out the flamboyant color of his hair. 

''You...didn't remember. '' added Killer, with a bit of despair. Another silence fell. 

‘’ Don’t worry, i have an idea.’’ 

Is it Killer's turn to turn pale, Kid? Have an idea? Is he still capable of thinking? Kid gets up, before storming out of his workshop, to go looking for you, y/n.

And you y/n, what yhou where doing? Well, getting spoiled by the entire crew, people gifting you and squeezing in their arms. It was a nice birthday, even if… The main guy didn't do anything.

Yet.

''OI DOLL! '' Hoarse voice of Kid resonates, as you jump a little on your chair. Which actually makes Wire and Heat, with whom you are playing cards, jump too.Before the animal is in line of sight. ''There you are! "Before you can really say anything, you feel yourself lifted off the ground and thrown like a spud sack onto his shoulder.

''Ki….! ''Before your sentence is finished, you feel his large calloused hand spanking you which makes you scream… in a good way. As Kid's gravelly laugh is heard, dragging you into the depths of Victoria Punk, throwing you onto the bed, before he closes the door behind him with his mechanical hand.

You know this glances too well, lustful with this smirk, making you head over heel for this bastard.

It's one, maybe three hours of bedroom sports activity that awaits you, interspersed with Eustass' words. Even if he wasn't really the most talented, or the most poetic, there was one thing that was certain: what he could growl at you, between two moans of pleasure in your ear, his sincere and true.

''You're the most beautiful women, I love you babygirl.''

'' Fuck…you feel so good Princess, happy birthday '' Confused about priorities, but that doesn't matter, it's the intention that counts.

After this session, you are out. This handsome bastard completely tired you out. You turned around at one point in the bed, you felt that he was no longer there… but fatigue caught up with you once again.

Maybe a few hours later, you finally decide to wake up, slumped against the chest of the man you love, playing against his chest as his hand delicately runs through your hair. ''Awake Doll? '' he said, gently.

''m'yeah..'' said again sleep drunk with a little voice. Your whole body aching, feeling the love bruises.

''Got somethin' for ya'. '' his hand moves away from your hair, purple lightning surrounding his hand as something flies towards him. Arriving in his hand as he hands you this metal sculpture, representing a large rose made of various colored metals, planted in a skull also made of metal.

A very delicate sculpture, which you take, observing it from all sides, appreciating the beauty of this tailor-made piece, you will laugh a little when you see behind the skull, a heart drawn with K+ the first letter of your name.

Kid's love is a bit like that of a teenager stuck in the body of a 6'8 250 pound man. But he's your man.

'' D'aweee… who could tell the fearsome Eustass '' Captain '' Kid could be this delicate… tell me, it's Killer who reminded you? ''

''N….no! i remebered. ''Flush red on his cheek, while he look away embarrassed, while you giggle like a high school girl, kissing his cheek.

''Thanks love''

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Heat preparing your birthday [GN neutral]

Well well well... Been awhile huh ? Ya know the song, i write when i feel to xD. First time i do that's, that's @fanaticsnail birthday that's inspired this lil' drabble, I dedicate it to you.

Again Snails, happy birthday !! hope ya had fun

TW : pure fluff, a bit NSFW suggestive at the end.

This boy is stressed as fuck, no other mood. He is gonna prepare this event a whole month before, in the greatest secret possible, even his own mate aren’t in the plan. At least…not in the first place, they will eventually get into, because he got caught hyperventilating in a corner of the boat by Wire.

Then Wire gonna tell Killer he knows, then Killer gonna rat out to Kid who’s gonna tell Heat they know. And all of this joyful rascal gonna join Heat plan to help him to not fuck up all he planed.

And you, dear y/n you ain’t guessing a thing, they are the same in their attitude, they don’t change the way they are, they keep bullying you like it’s a traditional monday on the Victoria punk. Heat keeps hyperventilating when S/o isn’t around tho.

And the day finally came, S/o wake up to find Heat all giddy and smiley with your favorite breakfast, plenty of kisses and already a gift, a surely stolen piece of jewelry, a thin golden chain.

But that doesn’t end up here, that’s your day, right ? He is gonna drag you in town to do a shopping spree, you want that cute plushie ? No worries babe, that’s on me with a little giggle, and a blush when you kiss him on the cheek to thank him.

Then that’s a really fancy restaurant waiting for y’all, how did he get a place ? He will never tell, outside that, you’ll see fancy things you never knew could be edible, like snails with butter, garlic and parsley, though a bit weird but finger licking to get to the last drop.

Now both of you can digest while you enjoy each other presence, walking next to a river hands holdings, finger interlocked while you both coo sweets words to each other. TIll evening begins when you come back to the boat, decorated with a large banner written ‘’ happy birthday y/n” poorly written, but that's the attention that matters, right ?

And now… It’s a feast, or mostly y’all drank till nobody is thirsty anymore. Even if Heat pulls you away to get more alone time with you. Heat wear is name well, because it’s become heated between you, him,the four walls of your shared room, the bed or every furniture placed. A nice touch, to end this lovely day…

‘’ I love you Y/n ‘’ will be the last thing you will hear from your lover, while you both doze off in each other's arms.

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Doflamingo ?

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Blast reacting to their S/O singing in the shower ! [GN]

Nana Ōsaki

At first glances, she wouldn't mind a thing because she thinks her S/O is on the phone. But… The more she listens, the more she thinks otherwise. She will put her ear on the door, and actually listen, smiling. Before storming inside the bathroom and get in the shower to sing with her S/O

Nana '' Hachiko'' Komatsu 

Like a golden retriever she will go to the noises to see what’s going on and will totally melt when hearing that sweet scene, she will open the door and just stay there, listening to S/O. She will applaud every time a song is finished. 

Yasushi Takagi

Late at night after a loooooong day of work, he will throw his bag on the nearest couch before lighting one cigarette. He will totally understand where the noises come from and will go see his S/O, opening the door, slightly, to appreciate this spectacle in the greatest discretion, with a big smile on his face. 

Nobuo Terashima 

He won’t think much and while storming the bathroom with his guitar and starting playing some song to sing together, will be sooo much excited and will ask S/O to join Blast because S/O voice could be a great addition.

Shin'ichi Okazaki 

Will just sit next to the shower as he listens to S/O, enjoying the little show. He will be proud tho, very proud but won’t say it, he will only tease with a ‘’ You want to replace Nana ? ‘’ which made S/O cheek flustered.

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reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

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Art by @kazenomegaminowanpisu two years ago ? I think ? xD been awhile now , still a huuuuge thanks to you !

I'll do something... not usual on the blog as far i remember.

I present y'all Lex ! my first OC and i think, the best i've made since i got into different fandom.

For a bit of background : He is an ex-slave who broke his chains, a poker addict roaming in the New World who crossed the path of the Mugiwares, joining them at Dressrosa arc !

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This magnificient art just give me the idea of a modern!au where Baroque works is a strip club

1920s Baroque Works 🥂

Always wanted to do a movie poster redraw of the Great Gatsby so here they are!!

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mornings with them. (ii)

contents; fluff, suggestive themes, slight angst peppered on nami’s part. i just had to include my favourite girls in this one. and yeah of course i’m pushing the straw hat vivi agenda. cheers 🍷

here for part 1

ft. nami, robin, vivi

⋆ ˚｡༄ nami

this is just a personal take, but your first mornings with nami might feel a little lonely. not because she doesn't care about you, of course she does, but she finds it hard to manage this new feeling coming with the thought of you. sometimes she’s nowhere to be found—for minutes you ask about her, wander the hallways of the ship. but you will often find her on deck, checking her log pose, measuring cloud density, or sunbathing. nami isn’t one to necessarily run from affection, and she makes sure to let you know that during the rest of the day, but this form of affection, so pure and intimate, isn’t something she’s really used to. she needs time to accommodate it. 

it’s definitely the most rewarding feeling when, some weeks after officialising your relationship, you open your eyes and she’s there, rays of sunlight cutting into her skin and pulling the corners of her mouth an inch higher. “you mind if i hang around for a bit?” she says, and it feels like honey when it reaches your ear.  

what she likes to do the most during your mornings together is gently push her nose against yours, brush the hair out of your face, and maybe bite your bottom lip if she’s feeling a little more playful than usual. speaking of which, she might rub her leg against yours at times to let you know she’s in the mood. 

nami’s morning routine includes a good amount of things: skincare, clothes, hair. after you start spending the mornings together she will be happy—the happiest—if you join her in the ritual. and just like that the room turns into a runway, with you dressing up and changing into your fit choices for the day, and your girlfriend, leg over leg, coffee in hand, rating and commenting on each. nami trusts and respects your taste; therefore she might also ask for your opinion about what works with what and what doesn’t. 

⋆ ˚｡༄ robin

you wouldn’t admit it to her, but sometimes you wonder whether she sleeps at all (she does). not once have you woken up only to see her seated at her desk, face propped in a palm, studying. however robin is highly perceptive and she will quickly notice if you are awake; she often lets you know this by using her devil fruit powers to boop your nose or lightly tickle you.

it does not take long until she rests on her elbows beside you, looking at you with the warmest smile you’ve seen, asking whether you had a good sleep. she patiently listens to anything you’d tell her, twirling some strands of your hair between her fingers or running gentle touches across your arm. “you’re cute,” eventually leaves her with a small chuckle. she rolls on the side. “go on talking like that and someone might fall for you.” robin likes to lift your chin with her forefinger, drawing you towards her lips. these kisses often lead to something more, not that either would mind, with you needing some stimulus to fully recover from your sleepiness and she needing a break from her reading. 

if the crew is visiting a new island she would prefer to start the day early by exploring and taking any notes for her research. but none of this can happen without you two enjoying your coffee and a sweet treat on a blanket or at an outdoor table somewhere away from the ship. during busier days there are books scattered all around the place, teaspoons and lipglosses and sugar packets often misplaced under paper.

i can see robin feeding you some spoonfuls of her cake. her hand topped on yours, she randomly asks if you have tried this flavour. you say no. she smiles, “here, let me know what you think.” and at this the teaspoon in her hand hovers towards your direction. you open your mouth. “it’s really good,” you say, seconds later. robin’s eyes meet you like a most comforting breeze. “i knew you’d think that.” and not long after that, you are happy to return the gesture. 

⋆ ˚｡༄ vivi

when you open your eyes, the chandelier is the first thing you see. grand, bright, unfamiliar. breath catches in your throat for a moment. then you roll over and your girlfriend’s blue hair reaches your sight; you exhale. vivi meets your gaze with a playful smirk and a forefinger at her mouth, the guards, they will know we’re awake. i’m awake. 

vivi’s schedule is at most times overfilled with summits, audiences, and other royal duties she’s deeply committed to, she will always be, but she knows that the mornings are when she gets to spend the most time with you; so naturally she tries to extend those for as much as possible. especially after her time with the straw hats, i think it became harder for her to switch to her princess persona, and being with you fills her with pretty much the same sense of freedom she felt back then.

at first she would help you leave the palace through the window—quietly, early in the day when stars would still bleed into the skies of the kingdom and no one would be looking, hopping on karoo in a sleepy daze. yet after your relationship was discovered and officialised in the eyes of the people at the court, your mornings would come to mean breakfast with vivi and her father under chandeliers similar to the one in your partner's chamber. 

their conversations include politics and current affairs, setting goals for the near future, they might not even be aware of that. but vivi is still one of the most caring persons there are and she will notice if these either bore or overwhelm you. when this first happens, she will politely excuse both of you from the table. without other formalities she will lead you outside to a place she knows and where she promises that no one will bother you. wrapped in her mantle she keeps two buns of something sweet you can’t tell when she managed to snatch. “habit i picked from one of my friends,” she explains, placing the pastry in your hands and inviting you to cuddle with her at the base of a tree. she estimates an hour until her first meeting. soon enough this will become your spot for whenever you and vivi need some intimacy. 

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Too much so top five : Nidoking, Mightyena, Donphan, Espeon, Steelix