#Forsaken 🤤🤤

[starlikeswomen]

“aw man… I hope I’m someone’s favorite undertale artist…” (draws something from another fandom) (draws something from another fandom) (draws something from another fandom) (draws ocs) (draws something from another fandom)

[elliotstalksprite]

You look familiar!

[piecebread]

Me when..when…when…

[chimichangasanddoorknobs]

I'm tired of these absolutely vile rumors (spoilers)....

Johnny Storm ⛈️🔥: And I'll tell 🗣️ you who "her" is, 👩‍🦲✴️. A megalomaniacal 📣 psychotic 👹 asshole 🫏🕳️, a finger-licking🖕👅 dead 💀 inside 😵 pixie-slab 🧚🏻. A third-rate 🥉 dime store 🪙 nut 🥜milk 🥛. And I'll tell you 📢 what she can do 📢.

Deadpool ☠️🎱: I'm listening. 👀👀👀

She can lick 👅 my goddamn cinnamon-ring 🍑💍clean 🧼 and kick rocks 🥾🪨 all the way to Bald Hell 👨‍🦲🔥👹. In fact, I don't give a shit 🚫💩 if she removes 🍌 all my skin 🍌 and pops 🍾 me like some nightmarish 💤🪦 blood 🩸 balloon 🎈. If the last thing I do in this God forsaken cum 💦 gutter existence is light 💡that fuckbox 👉👌📦 on fire 🔥 I still won't die happy 🚫💀🙂.

☠️🎱: 🤣 Holy shit 🙏💩 girl 👧, you crazy 😵.

That's right, Wade ☠️🎱. I won't be happy 🚫🙂 until I've urinated 🚽on her freshly 🍃 barbecued ♨️🔥 corpse 🧟 and husk-fucked 🫔👉👌 the charred 🔥 remains ⚰️ while gargling 😮😝🤪🤤Juggernaut's 🤹👩‍🚀 jugger-nuts 🤹🥜🌰.

☠️🎱: Wow! 😱🤯🫢🫣💯👻

And you can quote me. 🤬✍️

☠️🎱: 'kay ✅

[lipglossanon]

- I M A G I N E -

Stepbro!Leon taking you to the gym with him, wearing that god forsaken sweatpants

A bunch of women crowded over him as if he was some limited edition Channel bag

He isn't even paying attention to you anymore, so you decided to flip the tables on him

A cute, well built guy approached you and offered to be a spotter, of course you agreed

You can see his eyes sharpen as he sees the guy gently caressing your arms as you lift weights, you smirked

Let's just say you weren't able to walk the day after

And gym was definitely not the cause of it.

Heya! This can be connected to that one ask I sent about stepbro!Leon teasing you while you limp down the stairs

Any thoughts? :)

-🍡

Hi 🍡 anon! 👋

Ahhh 🙈 gym shower sex!!! 🤤 🤤

Leon gets a little cocky from all the attention he’s getting; he thinks it funny to get you fired up since he’s not interested in anyone else even as a passing glance.

But when he looks for you and sees you chatting it up with some other guy who might be considered cute 🙄 he’s breaking away from the crowd of girls to head straight for you. He easily gets rid of the guy who’s definitely not trying to start anything

You of course are pissed at him; so it’s okay if he gets hit on but not for you? That’s such a double standard, Leon! You’re being chauvinistic right now so gtfo 😤

You leave him by the weights and use the treadmill or the stair master, anything that doesn’t need a spotter or a second person hovering nearby. Later (don’t ask for logistics, this is just smut lmao), he follows you into the showers and luckily no one is around so he fucks you against the tiled wall.

The shower drowns out most of the noise but he puts his hand over your mouth just in case 🥴 really fucks you nice and deep, whispering absolute filth in your ear that has your eyes rolling back and pussy squeezing his cock.

“Thought you were mad at me? Just needed big brother to show this little pussy who owns her, huh? Yeah that’s right, you just needed my fat cock to show your cute pussy what she needs.”

“So tight around me, princess, what if someone walks in? Gotta keep quiet for me. Oh I know, you’re feeling so good, this messy cunt’s just sucking me in.”

[phightingconfessions]

hyoerplaser 🤤 🤤 mask man 🤤 🤤 i lov hyoerpaler 🤤 🤤

Hyperlaser , the one and only love of my life, the one who means everything to me. What would I do without him. Even though he has no visible face , you can just tell how beautiful he is evern with that he met on. Hyperlaser’s curiosity to others is so cute. With everything he’s gone through , you must feel sympathy for the poor man. Losing your closest friends in battle , losing everything and working under a person you despise? You have to feel bad for him. Not only is his lore interesting, his gameplay is as well. It is quite easy to learn and get used to, making Hyperlaser one of the best characters in PHIGHTING! Not to mention his absolutely brilliant skin designs. Seraphlaser, Witchlaser , Yulaser, and Normal Hyperlaser are so well designed , it puts Scythe to shame. Hyperlaser is my will to live. I love Hyperlaser more than anyone or anything in this forsaken world. I. Love. Hyperlaser.

i think you like hyperlaser i cant tell tho...

[robloxgoddess]

suck bakls???

You 👈 useless 👎 piece 🍗 of shit 💩. You 👉🏻 absolute 🙀 waste 🗑 of space 🚀 and air 💨🤷🏽‍♀️. You 👈 uneducated 👩‍🏫🚫, ignorant 😷, idiotic 😜 dumb 🤤 swine 💩, you’re an absolute 😤 embarrassment 😳 to humanity 🤦👦😤 and all 💯 life 👤 as a whole 💦😍. The magnitude 🔍🔎 of your 👉 failure ❌ just now is so indescribably 🛂🔫🚴🏽 massive 🌐 that one ☝ hundred 💯 years 📅 into the future 📅 your 👉🏽 name 📛 will be used 🎶 as moniker of evil 😈😡 for heretics 💁‍♀️💇🏼‍♂️👯‍♂️. Even 🌝 if all 💯 of humanity 👤 put 🔛 together 👥 their collective 🛠 intelligence 🧠 there is no 🚫 conceivable way ↕ they could have thought 🤔 up ⬆ a way ↕ to fuck 👉👌 up ☝ on 🔛 the unimaginable scale 🐍 you 👹👈 just did. When 🍑 Jesus 🙏🏼 died ⚰☠ for our sins 😈, he 👨 must 🔒 not have seen 👀 the sacrilegious act 🎭 we just witnessed 👀 you 👈 performing 🎭👌, because if he 👨 did he 👨 would have forsaken 💩 humanity 🤦👦😤 long 8️⃣🍆💦 ago 🔙 so that your 👉 birth 👶 may 🗓 have never 🚫 become 😌 reality 😍. After 👀 you 👈 die 💀, your 👉 skeleton 💀☠ will be displayed 📺 in a museum 🏛 after 2️⃣ being scientifically 👨‍🔬 researched 🔎✨ so that all 😤💯 future 📅 generations 👌 may 👌 learn 👨‍🏫 not to generate 👶 your 👉 bone ☠ structure 🕋, because every 💯👌👀 tiny 😑 detail 🇩🇪🐊🐉 anyone 😼👌💥 may 🗓 have in common 😍🐩 with you 👈 degrades 👎 them to a useless 👎 piece 🍗 of trash 🗑 and a burden 💪 to society 😼👌💥. No 🚫 wonder 🍎 your 👉 father 👨 questioned 🤔❓🧐 whether 🌩 or not your 👉 were truly 💯 his 💦 son 👦, for you'd have to not be a waste 🗑 of carbon ⚗ matter 🙅 for anyone 🙋 to love ❤ you 👉 like 👍 a family 👪 member 🍇. Your 👉 birth 😫👉👶 made 👉 it so that mankind 👱‍♂️ is worse 😫 of in every 💯 way ↕ you 👉 can possibly 💯 imagine 💭, and you 👉🏻 have made 👉 it so that society 👥 can never ❌ really 💯 recover 😘 into a state 👌 of organization ✊. Everything 💯 has forever 🕐 fallen ⬇ into a bewildering chaos 🌋, through which unrecognizable core 🌎, you 👈 can only find 🔎🤠 misfortune 👲. I 👁 would say 💬 the apocalypse ☠☣☢ is upon 👦 us 👨 but 🍑🍓 this is merely 🏫 the closest 💁‍♂️ word 📓 humans 👤 have for the sheer 😔😍🙁 scale 🍆 of horror 👿👻🍆 that is now reality 👌🏻💯. You 🙇👈 have forever 🕐🕔🕤 condemned 👿 everyone 👥 you 👈🏻 love 😍 and know 💭 into an eternal 💫 state 👌 of suffering 😭, worse 📉 than any human 👤 concept 🤔 of hell 🔥. You 👈 are such an unholy 🙌🏻 being, that if you 👈🏾 step ⬅👞 within 🅰 a one ☝ hundred 🔢 foot 👣 radius ☀ of a holy 🙏 place 🚩 or a place 🏆😍 that has ever 😠 been deemed ❗👪 important 🔝 by anyone 🙋, your 👉 distorted 😜 sac religious 🙏 soul 👻 will ruin 😭 whatever 🙌 meaning 😏 it ever 😠 had beyond 👉 repair 🙌. You 🤖👈 are an idiotic 💢, shiteating, dumbass 😂🤣 ape 🐵 and no 🙅 one 😤 has ever 😠 loved ❤ you 👈. Rhodes Island 🌴 would have been better 👍 off 💦😝😂 if you'd never ❌ joined 🤩 us 👨. You 👈 are a lying 😤, backstabbing, cowardly 🐄 useless 👎 piece 🍗 of shit 💩 and I 👁 hate 😡👎 you 👈 with every 💯 single ☝ part 〽 of my being. Even 🌃 this worlds 🌎 finest 📥 writers 📝 and poets 😩 from throughout 😎💦 the ages 👵 could never ❌ hope 🙏 to accurately ☑ describe 👇🙌 the scale 🍆 on 🔛 which you 👈 just fucked 😩 up ⬆, and how incredibly 😯‼❗ idiotic 😜 you 👈 are. Anyone 🙋🙏 that believes 🚫🙏 in any religion 🙏 out there should now realize 💡 that they have been wrong 🚼🚫❌ this entire 🇺🇸 time ⏰, for if divine 😰 beings 🐝 were real 💯, they would never 🚫 have allowed ✅ a being such as you 👈 to stain 😂 the earth 🌎 and this universe 😱. In the future 📅 there will be horror 👿👻🍆 stories 📖👈 made 👉 about 💦 you 👈, with the scariest 👾😱 part 🗳〽 of them being that the reader 📖📒 has to realize 🤔 that such an indescribable 🛂🔫🚴🏽 monster 👹 actually 😳🅱 exists 😂, and that the horrific 💀 events 🎫 from the

[chamm0y]

Hewwo! Weird asks

21. obsession from childhood?

63. five songs that would play in your club?

70. left or right handed?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

88. your greatest wish?

21. ohhh i was so obsessed with adventure time, i had printed all the paper crafts that where on the cartoon network site ando voted on the votatoon for them aaaa memories, i even went on halloween dressed as fiona lol, space angel princess was my favorite she was so cute

63. Don't stop the music - Rihanna, Heavy Metal Lover - Lady Gaga, Tacata (Remix) - Tiagz, Muñekita - Kali Uchis, Dame beso - Kali Uchis, HARLEY QUINN - Fuerza Regida

so good for an antro i promise HSHSHA

70. right handed, ngl ive tried to train my left hand just incase,,, if,,, something happens,,, (i was a very paranoid kid)

76. potato hush puppies 🤤 I LOVE THEM BURY ME IN THEM

88. travel around the world pleaseeee let me out of this god forsaken country aaaaaaa

[sapichan]

Jadi gw dulu tahun 2021 diterawangin beni bakalan nikah sama satu cowo, badannya mirip yora (asik bagus 🤤) cuman mukanya lbh tegas dan cakep kaya daffa (ya ga secakep daffa).

Dan bayangan itu tuh nggak ilang-ilang, orangnya masih sama cuman waktu ketemunya yang berbeda-beda.

Tapi masalahnya pas nikah cowonya pake peci, dan buat sampe ke sana itu kayak banyak banget masalah yg harus dilaluin, gw bahkan harus kehilangan salah satu temen deket gw. Beni 😢. Gw rela ngecut-off dia demi relationship gw.

Pas nikah itu aura gw katanya cakep banget, tenang, ga begajulan kaya sekarang, mature dan bener2 siap buat nikah (not to mention badan w kurus banget, dan muka w cantik bat kata beni). Dan gw bakalan bnr2 nurut sama suami gw nantinya, nurut yg sadar sebagai tanggung jawab istri btw, bukan kaya kebo dicolok idungnya.

Tapi ya pas dikasih liat itu gw mikir, pake peci banget…

Gw secara pribadi dari dulu selalu menganggap yg namanya agama ya urusan pribadi, bahkan yg paling pribadi, jadi even gw beda agama sama cowo gw juga ya ga masalah, cuman ya biar menghindari bentrokan sama nyokap aja gw usahain nyari yg kresten (mekipun ya tuhaaan tahun 2021-22 kemaren yg deketin w kok ya muslim semua😭, mana oke2 lagi dari segi income yg 1 malah ud jd asc director sekarang 😭)

Terus dulu banget sempet ditanyain beni, will you forsaken your believe for the sake of your husband?

Aing diem. Terus gw berdoa deh tuh bertahun2 kalo bisa ga mau sama dia, ga mau kehilangan beni, ga mau kehilangan orang2 deket.

Sampe ke awal tahun kemaren disaat gw mulai punya emotional capacity buat kenal dan deket sm orang lagi, yg ditrawang masih sama, dan ketemunya tahun ini katanya..

Terus gw pasrah, ya udah lah kalopun beda agama juga yg penting ganteng (iya, gw orangnya memang visual based 😢 makanya gw mau diet dan upgrade diri lg biar bisa sekeceh 2019) dan nikah jg bisa di singapore.

Tapi I’ll stand still with my belief. Gw bisa ada di titik sekarang semuanya berkat papa J, kalo enggak ada dia gw gak bisa ada di titik sekarang, hidup se-content sekarang, being souronded by lots of wonderful people, being able to work with some of top notch in this industries, being able to make peace with my parents, doa2 gw dijawab seperti yg gw minta.

I’m blessed, so blessed to the point of gw ga ngerti musti muji tuhan kaya gimana lagi.

Beberapa hari lalu gw sempet telponan sama benjret, dan ditanya hal yg sama dengan dulu, gw jawab sesuai sama pernyataan gw di atas.

Tiba2 ada 1 orang lg yg dia lihat, bukan lagi si daffa itu. Setinggi gw, badannya lbh kecil dr gw, kulitnya enggak tanned (part ini w agak sedih, karena w lg suka sama cowo2 tanned) tapi cakep.. waktu w tanya beni cakepan mana kata beni, 2-2nya cakep..

Tapi ketemunya pas w umur 36 😭

Trs gw jadi mikir kan.. apa takdir itu bener2 ga bisa dirubah? Kalo emang ga bisa knp yg keliatan jdnya beda?

Kenapa manusia dikasih kehendak bebas sama diberikan pilihan? Kan kl ud ada takdir semuanya bakalan ngalir sesuai takdir.. lalu doa2 permintaan kita gimana?

Ya tuhan tp kalo emang 2-2nya cakep aku boleh sama 2-2nya aja ga?

Hehe.. hehehehheehh

[jordyn-degas]

Never again.

Characters: Trafalgar Law x fem! reader

Warnings: first piece for Law bc I couldn't hold it in anymore - he's literally consuming every single brain cell; light smut - MDNI; depiction of cuts, bruises and blood; reader is held by Caesar; Law takes care of you - in more ways than one 😏; slow paced in a way; emotions and feels; implied decision of self-sacrifice; reader is sold to the highest bidder; restriction of free will; double entendre between Law & reader - men and their feelings; i think i described it heavier than it actually is - sorry 😅; moody and broody? absolutely lovable. Spoilers: if you haven't reached Punk Hazard and Dressrosa, you will stumble upon new characters under the cut. Read at your own risk.

italic font - past; regular font - present

Taglist: i'm tagging you in everything at this point @uchihabbynic 😅 i need you in my corner since i started down the One Piece path 🤤

Softness of familiar fingers brushed along the skin of your back carefully, goosebumps peeking through at the care with which you were handled. Along the trail of a touch that was not foreign anymore, after six horrendous months, came the thin, translucent fabric that has been adorning your body all this time. Cuts and bruises, unorthodox surgeries and an inhuman amount of tests defined the life you had been living in captivity.

On the God forsaken island of Punk Hazard where a mad scientist resided, the author of each scar that was going to serve as a reminder for the rest of your life, a seed of hope developed with each passing day, blooming into moments of peace, comfort and quiet. It was all because of a man that was entrusted with keeping you alive enough to carry on with being a subject, armed with medicine and gauze along with a pair of gray eyes that seemed lost somewhere in time, in a point he was unable to return – pure coldness masking anger and sadness, a wall built on a life that hasn’t been kind.

“Don’t sleep on your back tonight.” Trafalgar Law, the infamous Surgeon of Death and one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, broke the comfortable silence while carefully wrapping the gauze around your arm.

“I’ll sleep on the side.” tired sigh slipped past your chapped lips, hooded gaze eyeing the monitor on the other side of the room where it displayed vital signs that were barely above the limit – monitored day and night.

“Caesar went in again.” he concluded watching how your shoulders caved in as if trying to hide whatever gruesome cut was in the front.

“It’s fine.” hand lazily reached for the oversized shirt resting on the pillow, one belonging to a subject that has been dead for more than three months now. “I’m so used to it by now that I don’t feel the pain as much.”

Fingers dipped into the abrasive material from all the clumsy hand washing, patches that have been sown up again and again pushing against the skin as a reminder that this has probably been worn by many before you. Looking into the lap, sudden shame bloomed seeing your legs completely riddled with old and new scars, damaged skin peeking from under the shorts, its disgusting aspect crawling upwards across the navel where it was met with various vertical and horizontal cuts that reached around your middle.

Pulling at the shirt to bring it closer, the warmth of Law’s hand engulfed your wrist, freezing immediately feeling the most skin to skin contact you’ve had in months. A sense of urgency pooled into a silent plea, tension being released through the pads of his fingers, as if silently telling you to wait, to stop and accept yet again his help. As he walked around the bed on which you were sitting, arms quickly shot upwards, hands clasping at the shoulders in an attempt to hide what was now one of the most deep, long and wide cuts your chest had survived. It was far from being the first time in which Law has seen you completely bare from head to toe, needed when the damage was too great to stumble over such mundane concerns – he was a doctor after all.

“Tch! How is this fine, Y/N-ya?” Law grumbled with utmost annoyance, chair grazing harshly against the floor while being brought in front of you. “You’re hemorrhaging.”

“I’m not made of glass, Trafalgar.” bark but no bite being all that you could muster at almost 1 am, after a long day of being a guinea pig. 

Holding back a reply fit for the smart ass you labeled him as, Law’s jaw clenched shut watching the woman that fought the pain right before his very eyes. Six full months of constantly providing postoperative care, trying to the best of his ability to place back together what others broke, at first considering it to be a tedious request from Caesar. That until he allowed himself to get to know the mysterious patient no one was allowed to talk to, you so casually striking up a conversation while barely able to breathe – kind eyes and soft smile.

Unknowingly to both of you, as each day passed, seeds were planted somewhere deep into hearts that deemed themselves unfit to live freely, to know peace or love, to feel care or happiness. Extra medicine was being sneaked under Law’s jacket, followed by books, warm tea and food – hours passing by with ease when in the presence of each other. There was no need for conversation, being in the same room making the air of this hellhole of an island a bit more breathable. 

“Y/N-ya.” Law’s deep, soothing voice pooled into your ears with calmness, gaze falling on his open palm in which a roll of gauze waited. “Let me.”

“This time is really bad, Law.” defeated whisper made its way out of the dryness of your mouth, head raising, gaze being met with the familiar pair of gray eyes in which you found comfort and compassion. “I’m horrendous, disgusting, a sight that would ..”

“You’re not.” bitter sentence being cut off abruptly, Law’s proximity and intense stare causing for your arms to slowly drop on each side, breasts exposed to the coolness of the room as his focus switched from your face and on the bleeding cut that stretched from under the neck, stopping in the middle of the abdomen – for the first time since being examined by him, blood rushed into the cheeks, causing you to blush profusely. “Have you finished the book I brought last week?”

Calloused hand found its purchase against your cheek, powerful slap causing the neck to snap painfully, the taste of blood coating your taste buds. Bare feet felt relief while touching the expensive carpet adorning the stone flooring of Dressrosa’s Royal Palace. Fingers wrapped tightly against the two blades you held, entire body trembling from head to toe with anger and fear, jaw clenched shut in an attempt to fight the harsh reality.

“Bought for my free use, indeed.” Don Quixote Doflamingo’s vicious chuckle bounced off the walls, lips and teeth morphing into a malicious grin. “Worth all the money for this moment right here.”

Horror and shock adorned Law’s features, Sea Prism Stone shackles binding him to the royal chair, hands balled up into tight fists when met with Doflamingo’s most prized possession in this war against him – you. Chest began heaving at the sight, forcing himself to remain as calm and calculated as possible, trying to ignore the all too familiar instinct of protecting you in favor of putting the pieces of the puzzle together, unable to slip past the constant thought that bloomed into both of your minds: a year and two months since being sold by Caesar only to find each other here.

Tears pricked at your eyes seeing Law so close, yet so far, pangs of guilt booming into the chest knowing you have not kept the promise made before your departure.

I promise to stay safe until you come after me.

Evil laughter filled the room, Doflamingo and his acolytes watching with delight as two people representing each other’s weaknesses were the prisoners of his mercy.

“Did you really think that Caesar didn’t know about you two?” Doflamingo’s tonality carrying mockery from beginning to end, fingers dancing into the air as your arms suddenly raised with the blades in a position to attack. “He gave me everything I needed to know, to use when the time was right.”

Law was still stuck between past and present as he could not see, through the teared clothes, all the scars that once mapped out all the pain you’ve been through. The woman he met in Punk Hazard completely disheveled, beyond repair at first glance, bore no resemblance to the one standing before his eyes. Looking past the dried up blood as a result from the slap, skin was glowing with a smoothness that has never been there, no longer sickly and battered, lips pinched with a healthy color, cheeks dusted with the bright blush of life — one he hasn’t seen in so long it had his heart race at the sight.

Even with the eerie calmness Law seemed to be displaying, you knew exactly what he was thinking with the way his gray gaze was doing its rounds up and down your figure. After the time spent together, after all the conversations and nights where you thought no one knew about, you could easily read the man that took up all the space available in your cold heart. The broken woman he got to see in any shape and form was no longer there — healthy from head to toe, used because she was doomed to fall in love with him.

“What did you do?!” a dangerous growl ruptured from the back of Law’s throat when met with a stupidly low temperature in the room along with your bare body only wrapped in a flimsy sheet – Caesar was punishing you.

“I-I r-r-refu-used-d-d ..” teeth clashed against each other repeatedly, violent chills shaking your form while sitting on the bed all balled up. “ .. I f-f-fought ..”

Tears grazed the sensitive skin of your cheeks, blood concentrating into keeping a weak body warm, anger and disappointment lacing the voice of the woman to which Law rushed a split second. For the first time since being here, he decided to risk his own plan for this unknown woman that worked its way under his skin in less than a month since meeting her – 7 months later since he first laid eyes on you, warmth, care and an unnamed feeling gnawed mercilessly at his soul.

Judging by the way risky purple pinched parts of your body, Law knew the shock of hypothermia was close to hitting. The warmth that engulfed you at his proximity called for rash decisions, sheet dropping as you wrapped around his body as a moth drawn to bright light. Tensing briefly at the contact, Law relaxed immediately thereafter, feeling your arms sneaking under the jacket, face buried deeply into the crook of his neck, pleasured sigh escaping feeling the desperately craved warmth. Cold lips brushed past the pulse point that was throbbing, his eyes dipping along the curvature of your back and quickly switching their focus when met with the waistband of the only piece of fabric covering the lower part of your body.

“‘m sorry.” shaky whisper laced with sadness graced the silence as, instinctively, Law’s arms wrapped around you tightly. “m so cold.”

“Don’t worry.” Law’s own whisper brushed past your ear, masking the foreign satisfaction he felt of having you in his arms.

Not even realizing what was happening, warmth suddenly tugged at your skin, feeling how life rushed throughout the body, able to hear again heartbeats that seemed to not be there a few seconds ago. Feet left the floor, legs wrapping around your savior’s waist in an attempt to absorb even more from the essence of life. Head raised slightly, you were met with a foreign room, eyes coming in contact with a wall filled with bookshelves, desk holding perfectly organized papers to the side and a closet. There was cozy light, senses pinched with the scents of Punk Hazard’s winter and pristine freshness, detecting with ease the faint citrus smell of a familiar hand soap — Law’s room.

“Let me.” Law spoke calmly as your feet touched the floor, gray eyes completely focused on yours, arms raising on their accord on which he slid one of the fresh t-shirts that rested on the bed. “You’re sleeping here.”

“What about Caesar?” shiver ran across the length of your spine at the mere thought of not being found in your usual room and putting Law in a danger neither needed. “What about you?”

Looking through hooded eyes, Law chose to answer with silence, walking up to the desk and placing his jacket on the back of the chair before sitting on it with a quiet sigh. Without another word, taking his entire demeanor as a hint, bare feet slapped against the floor but not in the direction he thought. Law was met with a stretched out arm, palm wide open, eyes falling on the stitches surrounding your wrist. 

The soft smile adorning your features had yet another knot form into the throat, one that began appearing quite often whenever he would hear your carefree laugh despite the situation in which you have been for months. Reluctantly, Law placed his hand into yours, both knowing that whatever has been building in the darkness of Caesar’s laboratory could not end with rainbows and fireworks. However, who doesn’t crave the sweet taste of happiness and peace from time to time?

“You need to rest.” was the only sane thing Law managed to say, trying to ignore how good you were capable of looking in his t-shirt, taking off his signature hat and throwing it on the desk.

“So do you.” soft notes filled with warmth and care pricked his senses, mattress dipping as you both slid under the covers.

It was one of those moments in which everything ceased to exist — Law forgetting to put up his reinforced walls meant to keep people out, allowing himself to care, to feel, much more than ever before, while you forgot that maybe tomorrow you’ll meet the end Caesar has threatened you with, grasping at a hope that came in the form of a broody, grumpy man that did nothing but to show the other face of humanity.

Tears bubbled into your eyes at the feeling of being comfortable again, of feeling pure warmth that came from another person, of bathing into an unspoken care, heartbeats thumping loudly enough for the man to hear them. His eyes did not leave your face for a single second, fighting between the harsh reality and the onslaught of feelings that began taking over with each second spent so close to you. They felt foreign, yet familiar and comfortable, fingers twitching with the sudden need to touch you.

Ignoring any sense of sanity, your body moved on its own accord, hands working quickly the material that stood between you and Law’s upper body. When he did not protest, steel eyes still trained on your features, arms wrapped around his neck, pulling both bodies flush against each other – skin memorizing the tattoos that adorned his chest and body as if wanting to carry a version of him with you forever.

Quiet gasp rolled off Law’s lips at the closeness, absolutely bewildered with how normal it all felt, as if being with you for years on end.

“Need your warmth.” emotions filled voice cut through the silence, trying to not break down feeling his body melting against yours, arms sneaking around the middle, being pulled even deeper into the man that awakened the feeling you were afraid to name.

Law could feel the tip of his ears burning, fingers twitching as they dipped into the material of the t-shirt covering your body, tightening their grip on it when realizing this was the only place in which you were capable of finding comfort and safety. There was no room for uncertainty at this point, both diving too deep into something that should have not existed in the first place, grasping at straws of a hope neither could guarantee – falling for each other on this God forsaken island, in the darkness of Caesar’s laboratory, a place where dreams went on to die along with their owners.

Timid attraction began closing the gap between your lips, Law’s eyes darting to yours and back up, searching for any bit of hesitation, barely able to hold it together as the warmth of your breaths clashed. Hot fingertips carved their path in between his shoulder blades, traveling upwards across the nape of his neck, slight shiver rocking Law’s body at the intimate gesture, before your fingers found purchase into the softness of his dark hair. Arm wrapped tightly around the waist moved to grab at the flesh of your thigh, leg being carefully placed over his middle, both watching each other in comfortable silence, any rational thought slipping out and making room for nothing but yearning, suffocating want and need to feel loved.

“Y/N-ya.” Law’s last attempt at being calculated, protective and sane about the situation, was completely thrown out the moment a small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.

“I’m sure.” confidence laced the words, lips hovering over each other, waiting for the moment in which all the walls would crumble to the ground. “Are you?”

The reply came in the form of a haze clouding your brain completely, pieces of a broken heart meeting yet again in their rightful place as Law’s lips melted against yours – warm, soft, careful, timid even. It felt as if getting acquainted with each other for the first time, yet familiar and safe, somehow knowing what one meant to the other long before even having the chance to meet. Tongues slipped past the feverish lips, dancing on a slow, tender rhythm, breaths picking up their paces with each passing second spent entangled. Fingertips dipped even deeper into the flesh of your thigh, body arching into his, wishing to be absorbed and consumed completely by no else but him.

Through needy, passion filled kisses, the mattress dipped again as Law switched his weight, settling your body under his with ease, forearms on each side of your head, legs spreading to accommodate the man in between them, shaky sigh being released when feeling the protruding bulge pressing against the visible wet spot of your underwear. Hips began moving on their own accord, demanding more through the clothed friction which caused the Surgeon of Death to allow a low groan to escape against your lips. Needy whimper betrayed the state in which you found yourself the moment he stood up, knees digging into the mattress, expert fingers quickly working under the oversized t-shirt you wore, hooking them into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down and off the legs slowly, calculated, as if giving you time to change your mind on something that was bound to seal two fates together.

“Don’t.” hand grabbed at Law’s wrist, stopping him from removing the last piece of clothing that would reveal what you had become in its entirety.

“I already know ..” steel gaze pierced through the depths of a soul that had known nothing but loneliness and fear until meeting another, until him – warmth and kindness pooled into the eyes of the man that used to show nothing but eerie calmness and coldness. “.. you.”

Trembling hand released its grip, allowing Law to carefully pull the t-shirt off your body, eyes shutting in anger knowing what laid before him – the ruins of an unfinished experiment. Shuffles could be heard, slight movements of the bed being the only thing you could distinguish while refusing to see what was happening. As shame began to wash over you, mouth opened to let out a gasp of surprise, feeling soft lips pressing against the abdomen, traveling upwards in slow motions. Was he kissing along your scars?

Tears brimmed at the corner of your eyes, fighting to push them as far as possible realizing what was happening, deciding to timidly look. Blurry vision opened to see that Law’s pants were gone, the only thing separating the two of you being a pair of black briefs, gaze moving its focus to the man that did not miss one scar, each holding a care filled kiss, one hand clasped on your thigh while the other was smoothing along the ribs, soothing away the shame that began to die out. Head tilted upwards, erratic breaths slipping into the air as his lips traveled along the scar in between your breasts, own fingers making their way back into the softness of his dark hair, tugging slightly when he moved to the sides, tongue flicking shamelessly at each pebbled bud, the first broken moan of the night bouncing off the walls.

Law’s hand released its grip on the thigh, tickling at the sensitive skin as it traveled down the valley in between your legs, groan escaping from the open mouth which caught your high pitched moan when his long, tattooed fingers slipped in between slick coated folds. You were pooling into his palm, heavily swallowing the knot formed at the mere idea that it was all because of him, watching how your gaze became hooded when the first finger went in with a bewildering ease, chest heaving from the arousal, Law’s lips stealing feverish kisses and broken moans.

“m-more.” breathless plea had Law’s length twitch violently into the cotton confinement, jaw clenching feeling the uncomfortable hardness, second finger going in without a second thought. “A-ah!’

Hips began rolling instinctively against him, arousal dripping profusely, teeth clenching on Law’s bottom lip as nails dug into the skin of his back. Both fingers slipped out, covered completely in your wetness as they slowly made their way on that, oh, so sweet spot, gently circling it while applying the pressure that had you choke on your own breath. Law’s hand flew to the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down in one swift motion, quiet gasp crashing against your moans when hit with the warmth of the room.

Not resisting the urge, foreheads pressed together, your gaze dipped in between the legs, mouthwatering sight wiping all that has happened up until this point – heavy, of an impressionable size, cock twitched at the attention, leaking with arousal. Legs wrapped around Law’s waist, the small smirk tugging at his lips not going unnoticed, pushing it into submission with a small peck. Two gazes lost into each other, Law slowly guided himself towards your welcoming heat, following how your eyes began widening, jaw falling slack as the tip pushed through the muscle ring that twitched at the sensation. His own were screwed shut for a brief moment, mentally cursing at how tight you felt despite the pool of arousal in between your legs.

“Fuck!” both lost the little control that remained behind, word escaping at the same time the moment he bottomed out completely, gummy walls pulsating around his shaft.

Languid strokes turned your body to mush, melting into the sheets at the sensation of being so full of him, legs tightening their grip around Law’s waist, nails and fingertips pressing into his back with hunger, unable to look anywhere but at the man stealing whatever was left of your sanity, the man that, with each sensual roll of his hips, was tearing down the walls both have fought to keep up.

Pace picked up only slightly as you angled your hips higher, guttural moan escaping Law at the change, forearm pressing into the pillow as the other hand moved to take yours, fingers intertwining above your head between sinful sounds and heavy panting. Head fell to the side, teeth nipping at the skin of your arm from the bewildering pleasure that coursed throughout the body.

“Eyes on me, love.” Law rasped while trying to control himself feeling the way you clenched and twitched, gaze falling on your heaving chest, breasts bouncing lightly with each delicious drag of his cock, skin flushed and filled with goosebumps being an image burned forever in his mind.

Hearing Law’s words, head snapped back to be met with a hooded, gray gaze that glinted with an unrecognizable emotion. Hand tightened its grip on his at the sight, the man pulling moan after moan as he was capable of reaching so far deep into your aching core. Realization hit like a ton of bricks, Law’s forehead pressing against yours, feverish, passionate kisses being stolen in between breathless releases of pleasure – you were so in love with the man it had your heart being squeezed with love and pain, wanting nothing more than to live, than to be capable of surviving enough to get out of here and simply be.

Be with him.

“L-Law .. I lo ..” words died out into the throat when lips crashed against one another, each stroke of his cock in and out of your heat becoming more intense, more sensual, filled with something more than yearning, passion and attraction.

“I know.” Law’s shaky whisper hit in all the right places, forearm moving for its fingers to tangle into your hair, pulling gently at it until the exposed neck of the woman trembling under him was in full view, lips latching against the sensitive skin and peppering it with loving kisses. “I .. know.”

Forced steps were being taken towards the Surgeon of Death, all sprawled on the royal chair, unable to do anything more than to watch how you were coming for the kill under Doflamingo’s control - sharp blades pointed straight at his chest, jaw clenched shut in an attempt to fight such monstrous power, refusing to take the life of the man you loved. Despite seeing his usual wall put up, seemingly unbothered by what was happening, you knew better than anyone in the room that the cogs in Law’s brain were functioning at full speed trying to come up with a way to stop this entire ordeal.

“Did you even know that Caesar lied to get a better payout?” words came out through heavy breaths, amused expression taking over much to Law’s surprise hidden under the steel mask of “I don’t care”. “I thought the Don Quixote family was smarter than this.”

“Trying to buy time, princess?” Doflamingo’s rasped out laugh pushing each available button of your sanity, flashes of an insatiable rage morphing into images born out of the desire to kill him – to torture this pure evil until there was nothing left of him. 

“No.” you scoffed as the panic built with each step taken towards Law. “Since Caesar is with the Straw Hats, I can out him for the play he pulled on all of you. It’s not like you can do anything to him now.”

“No one deceives the Young Master.” Baby 5, one of Doflamingo’s acolytes and assassin, chimed in while feeling personally attacked at the implication of your statement.

“Trafalgar and I had a moment of weakness which I knew was being monitored.” annoyed sigh rolled off your lips feeling Doflamingo’s controlling strings pausing their wretched attempt. “It was easy to trick Caesar into believing that whatever he thought he saw would bring him more money. Higher price, bigger chances of leaving that hell hole with whomever paid. Who wouldn’t want to have leverage against one of the Seven Warlords?”

“That so?” vicious, disgusting grin split Doflamingo’s face, Law’s entire body tensing realizing the man was about to do something even crueler. 

Lythe fingers danced into the air, a muttered “fuck” being choked out when forcefully pushed right in front of Law while slightly bent over his figure. One blade pushed against his neck while the other was dangerously digging into yours, thin droplets of blood trickling down on both of your skins.

“Then kill him if that’s true.” Doflamingo purred maliciously, controlling with ease how the blade pressed against your skin as incentive. “Or .. was that a lie?”

“He lives, you say?” an amused chuckle escaped into the air, instinct dictating that it was a blatant lie but choosing to believe it out of pure hope.

“He lives.” the head of the Don Quixote family responded, mocking, harsh giggle resounding into the background at his own words.

“I’m sorry.” was all you could say, whispering low enough only for Law to hear, tears bubbling to the surface realizing how easily Doflamingo could control your body — knowing that his desire right now was for Law to die by your own two hands. “I tried.”

“Whatever you’re about to do ..” Law’s growled, uncontrollable anger destabilizing every single synapse in his brain when realizing what you were about to do. “Don’t.”

“Remember what I wanted to say that night.” soft smile engulfed your face, pace washing over the pair of eyes he dreamed of every single day since you left. “It’ll all make sense.”

I love you.

Law’s eyes widened in horror as the final piece of the puzzle fell into place – you were willing to die for him rather than lying, rather than having a chance of living after everything you went through. Erratic heartbeats took over in a split second, teeth gritting with ravaging anger as wrists were close to bleeding into the shackles, desperately wanting to break them off, to grab you and run out of the room as far as possible.

Why the hell didn’t he allow you to say it back then?

Why did he always have to find a way of stopping the words to fall from your lips?

Why did he do everything in his power to not make it real when it already was? 

He felt the same and never got the chance to say it, to hear it directly from you, to bathe into the soothing notes of your voice when uttering the three words that gave him the life he never felt worthy of. Saying “I love you” at that time seemed as if allowing the reality to disappear, to give true meaning and hope to a relationship that thrived on the luck of you being alive the next day, after Caesar was done with his experiments.

Cracks began showing into the smile you so freely showed Law, chin trembling from the tsunami of emotions crashing into you, tears staining the pair of eyes in which he always saw a life to be lived, heavy droplets rolling down the cheeks he used to kiss when asleep. Indeed, Law never showed or talked about his true feelings, about what was hiding underneath the steel exterior.

He never had to. You knew.

“Oi, Doffy!” you shouted, voice filled with confidence bouncing off the walls, tears pinching your lips with sadness and anger, eyes blooming with happiness at the mere fact that you had the chance of seeing the man you loved again after more than a year of being apart. “I fucking lied!”

Evil laughter filled the air, arms raised as fingers puppeteered the woman that chose love over life, two seconds of events unfolding into the room where your fate, and the fate of Dressrosa, was going to take a sudden turn. Scream filled with anger, desperation and pain exploded into the air as shocked gasps followed right after, droplets of blood splashing against Law’s chest, painting the black heart tattooed on his chest into shades of dark red, while the sound of steel blades crashing against the floor announced the end of a decision that was going to last a lifetime.

To the side, Doflamingo’s head rested on the blood stained carpet.

**

“Go right now!” Law roared like never before, steel gaze burning with a rage no one thought he was capable of under all that calmness and pristine, calculated attitude. “NOW!”

“B-but ..” teeth snapped shut against each other, the sound having Viola, King Riku’s second daughter, placing her hand on your shoulder and squeezing gently, reassuringly.

“After what you just ..” he followed, feeling how his words could easily cut even deeper than the blades that only scratched the surface of your delicate neck – Law inhaled deeply, regaining balance, notes of relaxed tonality carrying the sound of his voice. “I can’t have you be used as leverage again. Doflamingo won’t hesitate holding you over my head.”

“I don’t want to leave again!” foot slammed against the ground, blood rushing through the veins at the mere thought of being apart, of losing him yet again. “I don’t want to leave .. you.”

Silence fell upon the group that managed to escape out of the room filled with the danger that Doflamingo represented, Law at a loss of words of how easily you admitted, revealed so openly, in what way you were tied together under the questioning gazes of the others. Viola’s sweet chuckle filled the air, Kyros and King Riku eyed each other with small smiles that gave away the fact that they caught on to what was going on, witnesses to the previous sad scene that unfolded at the hands of Doflamingo, while Luffy looked in between the two of you as if you were the strangest thing to walk the land.

“Promise me.” Law mumbled, cheeks slightly flushed, ears burning with everyone’s eyes set on him, trying to calm his heart from exploding into millions of pieces because of you – deep, defeated sigh slipped past his lips when deciding that no one truly cared about this whole moment except the two of you. “You’ll stay safe until I come after you.”

Eyebrows shot up in surprise, lips parting hearing the promise made over a year ago being uttered yet again, and not by you, but by the man that, at that time, even refused to acknowledge that loving someone else existed – that it wasn’t just a bedtime story. 

Beaming smile curved your lips upwards, the same one Law got used to seeing daily a while ago, the same one he missed beyond his own capacity of understanding. 

“I promise.” sweet notes of happiness danced into the air, the tonality of a voice he only got to hear when around him, when not either in pain or filled with sadness, brought a small, rare smile on his own face. “Never again, Trafalgar!”

“Come with me.” Viola chimed in, fingers intertwined with yours, understanding clearer than anyone else that she had to hang on to your life, to protect you with everything she had – witnessing pure, unstained love was a source of power not many were capable of understanding in this wretched world.

Neither you or Law needed to say it out loud – I love you taking the form of a promise that meant a whole lot more than the confession itself, representing both the beginning and the end of what was going to be the rest of your lives.

“Never again.” Law acknowledged right away what you were saying, the double edged sword of your words being an unspoken language to others but him – he knew better than anyone what that meant. “Y/N-ya.”

You knew exactly what he was saying right there and then, heart blooming with a deep sense of accomplishment that no one else could decipher. It was a bizarre exchange between two people that met into the darkness of Punk Hazard, two people that gave up on themselves for each other, two people that decided walls were built to be crumbled at the hands of those that truly mattered.

As Doflamingo’s voice began booming over Dressorsa, announcing a new hunting game of the people that dared to cross into his territory, to try and save what he ruined all those years ago, the two of you looked at each other, finally at peace. There were about to be excruciating moments, events that would have your hearts scream with desperation, yet, somehow, you knew that the grass was going to be greener on the other side.

This time you were not going to leave on separate paths, torn apart by an unfair fate and an expensive trade.

This time you were both going to walk side by side, on the same path, because ..

Never again, right?

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[haitanisbug]

Your new theme🥺❤. Toji🤤

No matter what I say, no matter what I do, no matter what I think, no matter what I believe, no matter what I type on this god forsaken app, always remember that Toji is my number one. Always.

[gogh-chase-the-stars]

Im into all of you femmes of this forsaken world. Y’all are all hot in every sense. BUT

Currently I have been into into @femme-bo 🥰🥺 idk my brain does a lil 😟😨🤤 whenever they come up on my feed.

I’m guilty of all the charges! So what

aww this is so cute!! 💖 @femme-bo

[reacty]

OK everyone Yvette season 5 final make me really cry but don't worry! I will resume writing about the misadventures of my favorite anti-heroic / Byronic heroines couple: Yvette + MC = 4ever in 7 June with Yvette Season 6.

So I want try to an experiment with a character spotlight and I'll start with my favourite MC

Sin With Me(MC).

1)Who she is?

The only daughter of Joyce and Kevin. Her father was an archeologist and her mother ran a bicycle rental shop. Her love for bikes made her want to ride competitively. One day during her competition, her father never showed up which upset her. She lost focus and crashed. She developed stage fright from this incident. Her father was becoming more and more absent and as MC was entering middle school, her father left them leaving her mom to take care of her alone. She helped run the bicycle shop alongside her mom. One day when she was down, her mother gave her a bike hacksaw to protect herself from the crazy people of Vegas which cheered her up. It's one of her favorite possessions. Her mother also kept her away from gambling. She didn't have many friends growing up but her favorite place to hangout was the skatepark where she did tricks. She was pushed by her mother to become a doctor as it's stable,she's good at it and she always wish a way to help people in need and becoming a med felt the best way to do so), though MC did not enjoy it or feel it was for her or grown disillusioned and disenchanted🥲 by the medical university and the environment(people tear each throat for piece of paper instead to help each other and anyone in need)and many other reasons that if I list them I'll finish next year 😂 and dropped out of med school. She recently returned home though she feels very insecure about dropping out since she is now directionless,frustrated,bored and unsure about her future...what happen to her well depend by the Love Interest you choice .

What i love about this MC:

1)Her ability to take decision and in general being an Active Protagonist Instead of being a passive spectator or a powerless one.

So no matter how crazy/scary things will get ready to see her be a badass for this and the below reasons!

2)Her bravery is incredible why?

End world demons?

Multiuniversal destroyer seer?

Ancient evils ?

and anything insane in her way? It doesn't matter she will be the knight in shining armor for her Love interest and while she can be reckless sometime in the end she is a true heroine(or anti-heroine on Yvette Holte route).

(By the way the answer is yes!)

3)Her Kindness and unconditional accepetance of her LI once MC gets the whole picture of what's going on she will never forsaken or leave behind their Love Interest be it.

A Byronic heroine/Anti-heroine broken by betrayal,deception of her former friends,having your ideal jaded out by difficult life(Yvette) easy for you Wrath and co.😡!(don't misunderstand here everyone are right and wrong on equal misure but Yvette and the deadly sin .. They got the worst part of the whole deal of being a sin assassin...they never ask to be one for that matter and yet she never forsaken her duty!)

A Woman forced to everything she love fall apart for a small lapse of judgement(being a woman in love and former LI was Vuzgamad possesed woman which harmed Yvette since she felt she was unwittingly dating her abuser and Wrath was unable to date until MC for this😱) and see some of her family burn! MC don't see her murder but someone depressed crushed and annihilated by her errors and unable to move on.

4)She's true to herself!

Be it a huge dork,sweet,adorkable badass (and on Yvette route unafraid to face and embrace her dark side to be Yvette while never forsake her goodness and light)like us and ONE THIRSTY WOMAN🤤!

Can you blame her 🤣?

5)She's not a static MC and grows alongside them be a good badass woman on the night of circus route(Wrath,Darius,etc...) Or a Dark good badass woman on Yvette route!

What are you through of this MC? Free to share on your opinion on ASK.

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

My food hyperfixation is and will forever be popcorn chicken/chicken nuggys and wawa Mac and cheese and PB&J sammies I always keep a stock of chicken nuggets in my freezer for whenever I want them I know I probably look like a nut job buying a bunch of bags when I go grocery shopping but idc they help me survive on his god forsaken earth 😤 Although PB&J’s have been hitting different the past couple nights I just made one and 😘🤌 I should be a chef at this point

Chicken nuggets…………….🤤

[bwillder]

I 👥 spent 😵 like 😄 two 💏? Three 3️⃣? Entire 🎬 weeks 🗓 with this sitting 💺 in my askbox and I 👁 just. I 👥 got 🉐 nothing 🚫. What could I 👥 possibly 🤔 answer 🤤? I 👥 tried 🇮🇹 all 💯 the “nope” gifs 🎦 in this god 👼🙏 forsaken 💩 website 🖥, I 👁 tried 👀 to draw 🎨✏ what my face 🙈😀 looks 👀 like 💖😤😄 every ☝ time ⏰ I 👁 read 👀📖 this, I 👁 tried 👀 to find 👀 fanart 👀😫💗 of jar 🍯 jar 🥛 with his 💦 wang 😋 out and the universe 😱 was kind 🙁 enough 💦 to me so that I 👁 couldn’t find 🔍 any. I 👁 got 🍸 nothing 🙅🚫. Nada 😠. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing ❌. What am I 👁 gonna 👉 say 🗣? What in god’s name 🏷 am I 👁 gonna 🔥 say 💬 to that?!

You 👉 see 👁, I 👁 wanna 😡🙈 fuck 👉👌 general 💂 grievous. I 👁 do. I 👥 want 😋 him 👴 use 🏻 all 💯 his 💦 four 4️⃣ arms 💪 to simultaneously 🌀 pull 🐙 both my arms 💪 back 🔙 and touch 👈 my tits 🍈 as he 👨 fucks 👉👌 me with his 👋 mecha-schlong. I 👁 do. I 👁 wanna 🙈 fuck 🖕👦👌 darth 😈 Maul, pre-legs cut ✂🔍 off 📴 or post 🚩 metal 🎤🤘 legs+metal dick 🍆 enhancement ✅. I 👥 wanna 🙈 lick 👅 those horns 😉. Okay 👌? I 👁 wanna 🙏 fuck 👉👌 darth 👿🕴 vader 🥵😎. Boy 👶, oh 🙀, boy 👶🔞, I 👥 do. I 👁 wanna 🙈 hear 👂 that hard 🍆 breathing 🌬 and wrap 🌯 my legs 🍗 over 😳🙊💦 that dramatic 😠 cape 🤛🧑 while he 👨 force-chokes me and we do the do. Am I 👥 a weird 😕 robot-fucker? You 👈😱😡 bet 👍 your 👉 ass 👑🍑🙀 I 👥 am! Am I 👁 a tad 👦 too much 🔥 on 🔛 the horny 😈 side 👈👉? Probably 😻. Did I 👁 extrapolate my right 👌 to be horny 😩😈 on 🔛 main 👿? Fucking 🍆🖕 sue 🕴 me. But 🍑 this. THIS.

How do you 👈💨 want 😋 me to face 👧 my family 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 and all 💯 the three 3️⃣ (3 ⭕ℹ🕘) friends 👫👬👭 I 👁 have irl ���? How do you 👈 want 😍 me to walk 🚶 into an elevator 🔝 with a bunch 🍼 of strangers 🕵 and when ⏰ an old 👴🏻 lady 👩 says 💬 “the weather 🌡 has been a little 👌 hot 🔥 lately 🤔, isn’t it weird?” just to do small 👌⬇ talk 💬 like 💦👍 every ☝🅱 fucking 🖕👦 old 👴 people 👫🐛 I 👁 don’t know 🤔 do, how do you 👈 expect 🤗 me not to answer 🤤 her 👩 with “y’know what’s weirder 🤔, someone 👤 at this very 👌 moment 🕑😳🤔 is thinking 🤔 about 💦 Jar 🍌🍺 Jar 🥛 Binks 😅 going ♂🏃 balls-deep in them and I 👥 cannot 🚫 talk 💬 about 🤔 this to anyone 🙋 and the knowledge 🎓🤓🤑 of this? it’s eating 👅 me alive ✔. ALIVE ✔, ma’am, and I 👁 don’t mean 👀👅 this as some sick 🤢🍳🧀 vore 🥔 reference 👀👄🙀. Someone’s dreaming 💭 of those popped-up eyes 👀, of that weird 🤪🤔 high-pitched voice 🗣 screaming 😱 MEESA COMING 💦 while they’re filled 💦 up ⬆ by Jar 🍌🍺 Jar 🍌🍺 Bink’s thick 🍑 seed 🌱👆, and I’m just standing 🚹 here while this very 😼👌💥 notion 💡🤔 rots 👴 me to the core 🌎, taking 👫 all 💯 life 👤 away 😐 from me. It’s a nightmare 😱. My entire 🎬 life 👤, a nightmare 😱, because of an anon 😲 message ✉ from a horny 😉 jar 🏺 jar 🍌🍺 fucker 👉👌🅰 on 🔛 tumblr 🖼. This is my floor 😂 now, ma’am, have a good ✔🤩👍 day”

I 👁 leave 🎺🌳🍃 the elevator 🔝. I 👁 probably 😻 have an appointment 💊👩‍⚕️, but 🍑 I 👁 can’t remember 🤔 where, or what for. I 👁 sit 🚽 down ⬇ on 🔛 the floor 😂 by the elevator 😇 doors 🚪. I 👁 sob 😭 for a full 🌝 minute 😲. I 👁 take 💅 the elevator 🔝 back 🔙 downstairs 👇, I 👁 walk 🚶🏻 home 🏡🚼, I 👁 collapse 👑 in bed 🛏 and rub 👋😫 one 😤 out thinking 🤔 of darth 💀 vader 👤. I 👁 feel 😁 better 👍.

Five 5️⃣ minutes ⏱ later 🕑, I 👥 think 💭 about 🤔💭 this ask 🙏 again ❌😬, and my whole 💦😍 world 🌎🌍🗺 collapses 🔥👿😈 again ❌😬. It’s only Tuesday 😫. I 👁 sigh 🌬😤 heavily 🏋🗡 and sit 💺 down 🔻 to write ✍ this reply 🔁.

Edit 📑: a lot 🍑 of this is exaggeration 😳😩. Some of it is true 💯. You 👈 get 🉐 to pick ⛏ what exactly 👌🙈😏.

I bet Jar Jar is fucking hung like a whale. God he can raw me anyday.

I spent like two? Three? Entire weeks with this sitting in my askbox and I just. I got nothing. What could I possibly answer? I tried all the “nope” gifs in this god forsaken website, I tried to draw what my face looks like every time I read this, I tried to find fanart of jar jar with his wang out and the universe was kind enough to me so that I couldn’t find any. I got nothing. Nada. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. What am I gonna say? What in god’s name am I gonna say to that?!

You see, I wanna fuck general grievous. I do. I want him use all his four arms to simultaneously pull both my arms back and touch my tits as he fucks me with his mecha-schlong. I do. I wanna fuck darth Maul, pre-legs cut off or post metal legs+metal dick enhancement. I wanna lick those horns. Okay? I wanna fuck darth vader. Boy, oh, boy, I do. I wanna hear that hard breathing and wrap my legs over that dramatic cape while he force-chokes me and we do the do. Am I a weird robot-fucker? You bet your ass I am! Am I a tad too much on the horny side? Probably. Did I extrapolate my right to be horny on main? Fucking sue me. But this. THIS.

How do you want me to face my family and all the three (3) friends I have irl? How do you want me to walk into an elevator with a bunch of strangers and when an old lady says “the weather has been a little hot lately, isn’t it weird?” just to do small talk like every fucking old people I don’t know do, how do you expect me not to answer her with “y’know what’s weirder, someone at this very moment is thinking about Jar Jar Binks going balls-deep in them and I cannot talk about this to anyone and the knowledge of this? it’s eating me alive. ALIVE, ma’am, and I don’t mean this as some sick vore reference. Someone’s dreaming of those popped-up eyes, of that weird high-pitched voice screaming MEESA COMING while they’re filled up by Jar Jar Bink’s thick seed, and I’m just standing here while this very notion rots me to the core, taking all life away from me. It’s a nightmare. My entire life, a nightmare, because of an anon message from a horny jar jar fucker on tumblr. This is my floor now, ma’am, have a good day”

I leave the elevator. I probably have an appointment, but I can’t remember where, or what for. I sit down on the floor by the elevator doors. I sob for a full minute. I take the elevator back downstairs, I walk home, I collapse in bed and rub one out thinking of darth vader. I feel better.

Five minutes later, I think about this ask again, and my whole world collapses again. It’s only Tuesday. I sigh heavily and sit down to write this reply.-

Edit: a lot of this is exaggeration. Some of it is true. You get to pick what exactly.