#I LOOVE GLASS

[silver-peel]

Lord Valens in his workshop! He's cooking! something!?🤔

This month is this yellow guy birthday so I try to tackle one of wip that lies in my folder for a very long time :)

[peko-peko-pekun]

phi-lo-so-pher alex

[dividedsoul]

Edward Archer stimboard !!

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[cyberdragoninfinity]

post/757937865110994944 (Not the same anon) I'm sorry but all I can see him in are those fancy ones people have librarians in, u know with the chain? Sorry if that doesn't make sense!

oh twist my arm why doncha 🖤

[prophetictattoo]

alex's sim WIP progress update

[yesnoidkiguess]

[liu-yu-xin]

i am not even kidding as a child i first learned about gay people from cardcaptor sakura. I rmr thinking there’s something different happening between her brother and his friend. And i was right. But i didnt care in fact it annoyed me i thought that took up too much time in the manga i would skip all of it to see her do magical girl transformation . And i learned about lesbians thru sakura’s friend who had a crush on her and made her costumes and stuff i might not be remembering this right but i do know the gay brother is real bc i looked it up a few years ago.

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ROS can u please tell me some cool things abt depression glass..... i rlly like uranium glass just bc i think its neat is that the same thing??? or in a similar vein i guess.... im no thoughts head empty on the subject as a whole i just think it looks pretty :]

HI YES HI I CAN TELL U SO MANY THINGS ABOUT URANIUM GLASS… first is that it's a broad category!! the most common kind of uranium glass is called vaseline glass bcos it's this very clear, bright green yellow color like vaseline jelly! this is the easiest kind to find - there's cups, glasses, bowls, salt and pepper shakers, literally everything. it's very pretty but not my favorite! my favorite is jadite!! jadite is like if u poured milk into vaseline glass- it's a very pale light opaque pastel green & it's so gorgeous. imo. (it is also classified as milk glass!!)(this is what i recently found at an antique store for $10!!! the pattern is charm by fire king/jane ray!) & the other common kind of uranium glass u can find is, in fact, Burmese glass!!!!! this is insane to me because Burmese glass just looks cool, like, on its own - it's a frosted, matte ornamental glassware that usually has yellow & pink ombre & hand painted flowers.. vases & such. and it often glows green under black light!!!!! (other uranium glass fact is that it is in fact usually rlly cheap…. go to an antique mall look for either a dedicated black light display cabinet w pieces in there, there's usually one in any midwest place at least OR just any clear light green/yellow old glassware n pick urself up some uranium glass… it will make u feel so cool.

^vaseline glass

^jadite

^burmese glass!

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decided to wear my glasses on the ONE. day. it finally rains.... it's ok i don't grudge the rain it's a nice little not-freezing spring rain..... :]

[silkysousaphone]

banging my head against the wall trying to learn After Effects for class

[cameronsbabydoll]

hii !! i dint know which rafe fits in this req but basically i loove mangoes although im a messy eater.. and i was thinking of they went on a date to a farm..ish? like a field full of fruits. and reader and rafe was offered fresh sweet mangoes, rafe being rafe was able to eat it the proper and neat way, meanwhile reader keeps dropping it on her shirt or the juice spilling to her arm if you understand what i mean 😓 then rafe saw so he kind of scolded her, he’s like saying “baby that’s not the proper way to eat a mango” something like that 😭 and he helps her out and a fluffy ending if you want.. i was also thinking this is how rafe eats his mango

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZShwYBhTq/

he just asks for a spoon or just slurps it up I DUNNO!! ive been thinking about it

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rafe cameron x puppy!reader

warnings: foodplay (mango juice, messy eating), soft puppyplay dynamics, light scolding/praise, fluffy doting rafe, mentions of having a meltdown over stickiness, lots of babying

a/n: divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more !! and i def imagined this with my puppy!reader

you were bouncing in the passenger seat before the car had even turned off.

“rafe!” you gasped, nose practically pressed to the glass. “look—look, look, the trees! they’re all yellow!”

he didn’t need to look. he could hear the smile in your voice. see the sticky fingers in his future.

“yeah, pup,” he said, resting a hand on your thigh to stop you from wiggling too much. “they’re mango trees.”

your eyes went wide.

you’d been waiting for this all week. a whole fruit farm, just like the ones you saw on pinterest, with baskets and trees and sunshine and bees and pretty dresses. you picked your outfit special — a gingham dress with frilly straps and a bow that tied in the back, white eyelet socks and your little mary janes. and in your tote bag, carefully zipped into the front pocket, was your favorite sonny angel. the orange one to match the mangoes.

when you finally got out, your arms stretched over your head like a sleepy puppy, rafe just shook his head, smiling a little.

“this place is huge,” you breathed. “do they have strawberries? and peaches? and and—mangos?”

“that’s what we’re here for, baby,” he said, slinging an arm around your shoulder as he led you toward the rows of trees. “just mangoes today.”

you nodded dutifully, trying not to get distracted by the buzzing bees and bright flowers. and for a little while, you were good. listened while the farmer talked about ripeness and harvesting. held rafe’s hand and squeezed it every time you saw a bird.

and then he handed you a mango.

bright orange and warm from the sun, soft like your cheek when rafe cups it at night. you held it in both hands like a treasure, eyes round.

“i can eat it now?”

“go ahead, pup,” rafe said, already peeling his with the little knife he brought from the truck. he was neat. clean slices. perfect cubes. didn’t spill a drop.

you, on the other hand, immediately took a bite.

slurp.

juice squirted down your chin. dripped onto your chest. sticky golden syrup smeared down your wrist and splashed onto your dress.

“mmmfff—issssooooo good,” you tried to say around the fruit, talking with your mouth full.

rafe paused mid-cut.

“…baby,” he said slowly, trying not to laugh. “that’s not the proper way to eat a mango.”

you looked up, cheeks puffed out, mango string in your teeth. your lip trembled just slightly.

“‘m sorry…” you mumbled, voice wobbly. “i got it on my dress.”

your hands were sticky. your chin was sticky. your knees were sticky and you didn’t even know how.

rafe exhaled through his nose, crouching down in front of you.

“give me that,” he said, taking the mango from your hand. “jesus, pup.”

“don’t be mad,” you sniffled.

“i’m not mad,” he muttered, wiping your mouth gently with the edge of his shirt. “just knew this was gonna happen.”

you blinked at him with big, wet eyes as he wet a napkin and dabbed at your hands, your neck, your elbows (how??).

“you’re a mess,” he muttered. “my messy little baby.”

you sniffled again.

“don’t cry,” he said, holding your face in both hands now. “i got you, yeah? just lemme help.”

and help he did.

he cleaned your hands. kissed the tip of your nose. unwrapped the sticky bow from your ponytail. even held your mango for you and fed you tiny neat bites — holding the fruit to your mouth while you licked around the edge, juice running down your lips, your lashes fluttering when he called you so good, pup. that’s it. such a good girl.

by the time you curled up in his lap under a mango tree, sticky and sleepy and full, your sonny angel tucked into your pocket, your chin tucked under his, you were content.

“think that orange doll brought you good luck,” he whispered against your hair.

“mhm,” you yawned. “gonna name him rafe junior.”

“jesus christ,” he muttered, but he kissed your forehead anyway.

and the mango juice on his shirt? worth it. every drop.

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Wise NSFW alphabet

It was a very close contest between Caelus and Wise Maybe I should do both???

Anyway enough waffling here's our favorite boi!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare comes naturally to Wise; after sex, all he wants to do is hold you close to his chest and stroke your back with his fingertips, pressing his lips against your forehead.

After sex Wise is his most affectionate, and probably one of the few times you'll get cuddly Wise.

Whether it be before, during, or after sex, he is always thinking about you and your comfort. He will have a glass of water prepared when you're thirsty, and will ask if it was good, or if he hurt you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Wise doesn't have a specific favorite unless you are wearing something that purposely accentuates somebody's part or something that's very revealing or someone either belle or you points it out. He probably won't notice at first.

For once, he does. Oh, boy. He will not be okay. His mind is only thinking about one thing, and that's the image you put in his mind. Trying desperately to tear his eyes away, or trying not to look because he knows when he does he won't stop.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Wise always tries to clean it off when he accidentally "spills" some on you. He's always very apologetic when he makes you a little messy.

Lick your lips and lap up his cum with your tongue, and watch him lose it. His cock will be throbbing again in no time. Something about his cum in your mouth makes him go crazy.

Maybe that's why he's always so enthusiastic about putting you in his mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He may or may not have jacked off to any of the pictures of yourself you've given him. Covering his mouth with his hand trying his hardest to muffle his needy whispers of your name. Desperately grinding against his palm trying to fight the urge call you because he needs to listen to your voice to cum.

Imagining your hand instead of his.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Yes and no, Wise has never had sex before but he has... Um experience from other "informational" sources.

He has a guilty pleasure stash of those kind of movies. (More on that later)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Wise likes any position where your back is against a stomach whether You're the little spoon to his big spoon or you're sitting in his lap.

Anywhere where he could grind his hips up into you and press his entire body against you is always his favorite. He not only likes The pressure your soft skin gives him against his cock. His hands are close enough to grab and touch anywhere on your body, and his mouth has easy access to your skin. As well as he can hear every little noise you make, and judging by your reaction, He knows you like it when his grunts and whimpers brush your ear.

An honorable mention is when he can see your face. To watch every movement your body makes. He also adores the way your face scrunches in pleasure. You're just too cute not to watch.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on his mood, but most of the time, he's neutral. He doesn't mind when you're rather goofy; in fact, he'll even join in. The goofy or you are he tends to slowly match that energy.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Wise honestly despite his coffee addiction and abysmal sleep schedule. He is a very neat and well maintained and mannered man.

Most the time though he just rather shave and then forget about it until he does it again.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

To be honest Wise is never satisfied with just sex. He can't just go up to you and start fucking you. NO! He needs dates, subtle touches making out or a dinner; anything before sex. Wise LOOVES touching and kissing, He can't imagine sex without it!

Wise's knowledge of romance is very limited to only cheesy stuff he watches in movies. But honestly I don't know what it is about him but the cheesiness just works... Maybe it's just his tistic rizz or something IDK.

But don't misunderstand, when there is something Wise needs to learn He will learn it.

Especially if romance and intimacy is something extremely to you.

LOL I Imagine a file on his computer or notebook on his desk with a bunch of notes on romance or dinners or gives you like.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Wise doesn't masturbate often but when he does oh boy He can literally not think and it takes multiple hand job sessions before he cum. Personally he prefers toys instead of his regular old hand.

When it comes to you though, if he sees you or catches you using a toy he would instantly offer his hand. or if you catch him he has to hold himself back from begging for your hand.

Jacking off is just not the same when he's doing it himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Wise knows or cares very little about kinks. Whatever he's into he's into, He doesn't understand why people get so overly complicated about it. And he says that he doesn't have any (him when he lies)

When he is not trying to hide his closet pervertedness; He probably like a lot of things he would have to try really hard to hide. Like taking naughty photos sending naughty photos to you videos audio etc. I can also see him being very into praise, and slightly into roleplay, voyeurism, cockwarming. He also has a slight oral fixation.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Obviously his room, However there's one place he wish he had the courage to have sex there more often which is the break room where the TV is there. If he could get away with it and get over his embarrassment good Lord he would do it all the time.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

A nice picture of you holy fuck! Any clothes That hug you just right or any of his clothes. If you start rubbing his thigh or massaging his shoulders.

Sit in his lap, and you'll feel his cock twitch. Grind against him, and he is going to make note of this and going to get you back later.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Wise is pretty chill with anything all things considered, though any role play with non-Con does make him a little uncomfortable. He could never imagine himself doing that to you. You will never judge if you like it though. But if you want him to do it it could take a little convincing.

He knows it's common for many people to like, but it's tough for him too. Do anything to degrading toward you. Words such as "whore, or slut" It's just not words he will ever think about even saying to you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

GIVING, RECEIVING EVERYTHING!

There is nothing better than your hot wet mouth on his cock. And to be honest, at first, he was a little shy when it came to giving. But once he finally had a taste of you, he was addicted. When you pull his hair, smothering his face between your thighs, It makes him go crazy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Wise is all over the place; at first, He will be slow and deep or at a moderate pace, then fast and rough and back to His regular pace.

Part of him is so greedy and eager for more that he just wants more of it, but another part of him is trying to last as long as he can.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Like I said before, Wise would instead take his time before and during sex, as well as preferring aftercare. However, he doesn't mind quickies when they are not available all the time. The problem is is that once he has one he will just want more later. Honestly he would rather just have a whole day to you for himself.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Wise It's always down to experiment in the bedroom, whether if it's a position he has seen somewhere. Or something you would like to try.

When it comes to any other risks as calm and collected wise is under pressure he'd rather just not go through the trouble.

If he ever did though like let's say a risky quickie let's say you surprise ambush him while Belle downstairs dealing with customers. Suck his dick ride him or tease him and leave him with nothing He will get you back 10-fold.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Wise, Actually has quite a lot of stamina. He knows how to hold back and can pace himself pretty well to last a long time.And when he does finish he's not usually satisfied with just one round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Wise tries not to keep toys; he probably only has one he uses. It's because he has a nosy ass sister, always trying to find dirt on him. If wise does have a toy you're not seeing it, unless he brings it out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Wise isn't usually the teasing type—until he's provoked. Then suddenly, he is the worst tease in the world. He will give you just what you want—just a little bit but just enough to make you crave, and when you think you have him, he will pull away and leave you with nothing. Whispering absolute filth and praise asking if you'll be good and you'll stop being bad.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's quieter and a little nervous about making any noise, especially if you guys aren't the only ones in random play. If you want him to make anything louder than quiet moans, heavy breathing, and whimpering, you will have to put in a lot of work.

If you're a little loud for his liking, He will sign with your noises with his lips or cover your mouth with his hand. Funny how he does that at the same time fucking harder into you. He kind of likes it when you struggle to keep quiet.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Biggest headcannon I have for Wise! This guy's biggest guilty pleasure is adult movies, or porno. Now you know the secret of why he seems so experienced ;)

Well of course, once he got into a relationship with you, He hasn't watched as much anymore. However, something he always wanted to do was watch adult movies or porn with you. Wanting you to sit in his lap You grind on top of him while his hands are squeezing and touching your body as the two of you watch whoever is on screen.

If you're the type to get nervous at these kinds of things, oh my god, he revels in it! Watching your face heat up, trying to cover your eyes with your hands, or squirming in your seat.

You have no idea how hard he is right now.

Wise sometimes even make comments.

"look how he's moving. Would you like if I did that?" "Do you see how hard he is for her?"

"are you liking this just as much as I am? I can see how much you're blushing. That's so cute."

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Wise is big! And he's a little unconscious about it. Only because he doesn't want to hurt you if it goes in. He doesn't really like to gloat about how big his cock is. Honestly he's more of a believer of "It's how you use it."

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's not as high as you think it is, He could go for a few weeks without it just fine since he's already so busy. If he could he probably would do it more often. But his mind is usually another places. Honestly you're probably the only one who makes him as hungry as he is.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Wise can't just fall asleep after sex; He has to take care of you first and shower. Showering is very important to him after. After everything's taken care of, he can snuggle up with you.

[hummingbird24220]

Hi! How you doing?

would you be comfortable with writing for a somewhat "feminine" male!reader? Like, he looks more like a tomboy than anything. Ofc he haves the long eyelashes and softer voice combo <33

I'm requesting this for Sanji especifically (poor cook..) but if you wanna write for other characters I don't mind! I just think it'd be funny for Sanji in the first days to go like "(Y/N)-CHWAAN!! I brought you a deliciously refreshing drink," just to discover he's been giving a man princess treatment!!

Also, I loove your writing! It's a treat to read :)

oohoho i liked writing this a lot!! its on the shorter side, but hope you like it.

Thank you for your request <3

Poor Cook, Pretty Problem (Part 1)

Sanji x Feminine Male!Reader

The Thousand Sunny bobbed gently against the ocean waves, the salty air filled with the scent of citrus and a hint of adventure. Somewhere near the figurehead, you sat cross-legged on a barrel, humming as you adjusted your sleeves. It had only been a few hours since the Straw Hats found you — drifting on a broken ship, all alone but oddly cheerful about it.

You didn’t look like the usual sailor, either.

Long, thick lashes framed your soft, bright eyes; your voice, when you introduced yourself, was light and a little melodic, almost girlish but unmistakably your own. Add to that your casual, confident posture, delicate features, and the faintest dusting of pink across your nose and cheeks from the sun, and it was no surprise Sanji immediately snapped like a dry twig.

"H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H—!" He barely managed to stutter out a greeting the first time he saw you. If not for Robin catching his collar with one lazy hand, he would’ve rocketed straight into orbit.

Now, barely an hour later, you were making yourself comfortable, getting used to the Straw Hats' wild, warm chaos. That’s when Sanji came sprinting up, a silver tray wobbling in one hand, a glass of something fruity and chilled sitting atop it.

"Y/N-CHWAAAAN!!" he sang, hearts practically floating from his eyes. "I brought you a deliciously refreshing drink~ Please, allow me to care for you, my sweet flower of the sea!!"

You blinked up at him, pleasantly surprised. "Oh, for me? Thanks, Sanji! You're super sweet." You took the drink easily, smiling in a way that made the poor cook clutch his heart.

Sanji practically sparkled as he knelt down beside you, elbows resting dramatically on his knees as he gazed up. "Anything for a beautiful lady such as yourself~!"

There was a beat of silence.

Then, across the deck, Zoro snorted audibly.

"Uh, Sanji," Luffy called out around a mouthful of meat, "Y/N’s a guy."

Sanji froze. Completely, utterly froze, tray slipping from his fingers and clattering onto the deck.

You sipped your drink calmly, lips twitching up in amusement. "I did say 'I'm the shipwright’s apprentice,' not 'apprentice maiden' or anything," you pointed out gently.

Sanji’s eye twitched. His cigarette drooped pitifully from his mouth. He slowly, mechanically turned to you, scanning you again — the boyish outfit, the scuffed boots, the easy slouch — but his poor, love-struck brain kept getting hung up on your lashes, your voice, the soft curl of your smile.

His face turned a bright, bright shade of red.

"I... I treated a man like a princess..." he whispered, horror dawning across his handsome features.

You leaned over casually, elbow propped on your knee. "Hey, you can still bring me drinks if you want. I'll even say 'thank you' extra nice." You flashed a mischievous wink.

Sanji passed out on the spot.

Sanji woke up face-down on the deck with Chopper poking his head anxiously over him. "Are you okay, Sanji?" the little doctor chirped, ears twitching.

"I—I’m fine..." Sanji croaked, peeling himself off the wood. His hands trembled. His cigarette barely stayed between his lips. "I’m fine... I’m fine... I’m fine..."

Across the deck, you were sitting back on the barrel again, twirling a lock of your hair around one finger absentmindedly, chatting with Luffy about something called a "reverse-screw" repair technique.

Sanji looked. Sanji suffered. Sanji died a little inside.

He tried desperately to reset himself. He was a man among men. He was mature. He could treat a beautiful guy with respect. He could be cool about this.

He staggered upright, dusted himself off, shoved his hands in his pockets, and sauntered across the deck. ("Sauntered" was generous. It looked more like an over-caffeinated crab scuttling sideways.)

"Y/N," he said coolly, clearing his throat. "My apologies for... ah... any earlier confusion. Allow me to welcome you properly as a man among the Straw Hats."

You looked up at him with that devastatingly soft smile again. "Sure, Sanji. No hard feelings. Honestly, it was kinda funny."

You held out your hand for a handshake.

Sanji stared at it. Then at your face. Then at your hand again.

His soul shriveled inside his body.

"D-DOYOUWANTANYSNACKS?" he blurted instead, nearly launching himself back toward the kitchen.

You blinked, lowering your hand slowly. "Uh, sure? Surprise me?"

"S-SURPRISE—COMING UP!!" BAM!! He kicked the door open like he was storming a battlefield.

Zoro, now stretched out in a hammock nearby, snickered loudly. "Pathetic."

Robin smiled behind her book. "Adorable, really."

You tilted your head, curious, watching Sanji trip over his own feet trying to impress you even after realizing the truth.

(You didn’t mind the attention. Honestly? It was kinda cute.)

A few minutes later, Sanji returned, red in the face but carrying a carefully prepared plate of sweets. You accepted it with a soft "Thanks, Sanji!" that made him almost drop dead again.

It was going to be a long, long adjustment period for poor Sanji.

And you were going to enjoy every second of it.

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Dinner on the Thousand Sunny was loud, chaotic, and weirdly beautiful.

You sat at the long table, tucked between Usopp and Chopper, laughing at some ridiculous story Luffy was telling about the time he got stuck inside a giant clam. The food was incredible (of course it was — Sanji cooked it), and the energy around the table felt... safe. Warm.

"Hey, Y/N!" Luffy grinned at you through a mouthful of meat. "You should stick around for a bit!"

You blinked, surprised. You hadn’t really thought about what came next — you were drifting, after all, just patching up broken ships until you figured out where you wanted to go.

You looked around the table: Nami grinning over her map, Robin sipping tea, Franky loudly bragging about his "SUPER" modifications, Brook gently strumming a little tune on his violin. Even Zoro, half-asleep and crabby as ever, felt like part of something solid.

And then there was Sanji, who almost dropped the plate he was carrying when you turned your smile on him.

You grinned, bright and easy. "Sure! Sounds fun."

"YEAH!" Luffy cheered, slamming his cup on the table hard enough to splash juice everywhere. "Now you're part of dinner forever!"

Chopper clapped excitedly. Usopp whooped. Even Franky let out a "SUPER!!"

Sanji, meanwhile, stood rooted to the spot, tray wobbling dangerously in his hands.

"P-Part of dinner forever..." he muttered, half-dazed. "...is it possible to die from too much happiness...?"

"Oi, cook, you're drooling," Zoro grunted without looking up.

Sanji immediately spun around, flipping the tray up into the air and catching it in a smooth, furious motion. "I'M NOT DROOLING, YOU MOSS-HEADED MARIMO!!"

You laughed, covering your mouth politely, but it only made Sanji’s heart do a stupid little backflip.

You were trouble. Beautiful, accidental, chaos-in-a-boy’s-body trouble. And now you were going to be part of their daily life.

Every day.

Every dinner.

Sanji lit a fresh cigarette with trembling hands. He wasn’t sure if he was blessed or cursed.

-

Later that night, after the chaos of dinner died down, you volunteered to help clean up.

"You don't have to, Y/N-chwan!!" Sanji had said automatically, still caught in old habits.

You raised an eyebrow. "You keep calling me that," you teased lightly, bumping his shoulder with yours. "You know I'm not a girl, right?"

Sanji turned red again but stubbornly kept washing dishes, pretending he didn’t hear you.

You huffed a small, amused breath and grabbed a towel to start drying plates. For a few minutes, it was quiet — just the clink of ceramic, the splash of water, the low hum of the ship rocking gently.

But the tension? THICK enough to slice with a butter knife.

You caught Sanji sneaking glances at you. Not subtle ones, either. Full-body, life-questioning glances. The kind of glances someone gives a very complicated math problem or maybe a live grenade.

You set a plate down carefully and turned to him, cheeks a little warm. "Sanji..."

He froze.

You looked him in the eye. "Are you... okay?"

Sanji opened his mouth.

Nothing came out.

He tried again. "I... I’m..."

You watched as his face cycled through about eight different emotions — panic, attraction, despair, denial, affection, confusion, lust, and finally, existential crisis.

He slammed a soapy hand down on the counter dramatically.

"I’m confused emotionally, sexually, spiritually," he gasped, clutching his heart like he’d been stabbed.

You stared at him.

Sanji dramatically sank to his knees like a tragic Shakespearean character, foam dripping from his dish gloves. "I have never suffered like this in my entire life..."

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. "I'm... sorry?" you offered, not sure what else to say.

He pointed up at you with a trembling, soapy finger. "You’re beautiful — BUT YOU’RE A MAN!" he wailed.

You blinked, then tilted your head. "So?" You shrugged casually. "You're still the hottest cook I've ever met."

BOOM. SANJI.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING.

The poor man collapsed face-first into a pile of towels.

Across the hall, Zoro and Usopp nearly died from laughing so hard.

You stood there, drying your hands, grinning to yourself.

You were definitely sticking around a while.

[gothghostiie]

What kind of equipment do u think each of the 141 boys would have in their basement dungeons, if they were to make one? 👀👀👀

I LOOVE this question a lot. so here u go :3

cw: description of bdsm gear, nothing actually happens

Price is an old soul. he's been around before any of the other boys, he's been around the scene since he started learning about his own kinks. he's learned from his elders (older bears, he hung around the gay bdsm scene A LOT) and picked up a few things from them. he's all about leather, has a ton of harnesses that go from decorating purposes to properly tying someone up. leather collar, leather paddles, leather whips, if there's am item made out of leather he has it. he's got a big bed in the room, he's definitely got a pillory too. not huge on specific bdms furniture, but if he wants something he'll usually make it himself, like a lot of his gear - he's learnt that in his years too. ofc he also has classics like simple ropes, canes, clamps, but his preference is leather. he actually doesn't have too many toys, he's got the classics like a Hitachi wand, he's got some vibrator, cockrings but no to very little dildos. hes got his cock, what does he need them for? but what he does have are a few plugs in a wide size range. also has chastity cages/belts and is a huge fan of that. huge fan of anal hooks. definitely builds it in his basement and keeps it locked. definitely has a puppy mask somewhere.

Gaz is more what you'd know as your classics/cliché dungeon these days. he did get started very early on with an impressive array of sex toys that he loves using on his partners and himself, but when his drawers got uncomfortably full he had to find a solution - so dungeon it was. he's more comfortable with keeping his dungeon upstairs instead of the basement, but keeps it locked with multiple locks. he tells people it's his office. its got a big, cozy bed that would fit multiple people. it's all in red and black for him, he doesn't mind having different materials mix. hes a fan of everything whips, canes, crops, he adores leaving marks and burning streaks on his partners. he doesn't love gags, he wants to hear his partners, but he does have one or two laying around, likely a ball gag. he's very open to bdsm furniture but his favourite is, funnily enough, one of these angled pillows. it's versatile and he can bring it anywhere. also loves his sex swing. HUGE fan of vibrators, you'll never find a shortage of any kind of vibrator in that room. he's got a mini fridge/freezer combo to keep glass toys and ice cubes in.

ghost. ghost is all chains and whips. he likes the more aesthetic version of what price has, his dungeon looks like its out of some music video. it's all black, very few items that arent (mostly toys that he can't pick the colour of). loads of hooks on the ceiling, has a bed with a cage underneath it. he's got all kinds of pain toys, he's a big fan of inflicting pain (occasionally also receiving it), so anything that hurts is in his array. from dull impact to sharp, pointy pain its all in there. floggers, bullwhip, cane, wartenberg wheel, clamp, a wooden brush, hell, even a ruler. if it hurts he's got it, guaranteed (except paddles, he hates those). he loves chaining his partners up but he's very skilled with rope (has taken a shibari class more than once) and likes using it for long term bondage and to decorate his subs. big big fan of gags and blind folds, anything that can be used for sensory depravation has to be in his array. he's got some different furniture too, a pillory, saint Andrews cross, bondage bench, has a very sturdy table to strap his partner onto. he's got one of those metal frames that can lock subs into specific positions. absolute fanatic on spreader bars. also has his room upstairs somewhere.

soap. where the hell do I even start. the only reason he has a dungeon is because his dresser was full. yes, the whole dresser. and that was before he unpacked his last order. so, he does the logical thing and turns his spare room into a bdsm dungeon. it's more convenient than having to build and unbuild the kink furniture everytime anyway. that man has everything under the sun. you've seen it once in some underground amateur porn in a language you never ever heard before on a website that probably gave you a hundred viruses? he's got it. if it can be bought he has it. simple things like dildos, cuffs and paddles, more niche stuff like a violet wand, enema equipment and bad dragons, to the really out there stuff like vacbeds, sleeping sacks and full body bitch suits (and that's just the stuff he's not hiding away to not immediately scare his partners off). and he knows how to use everything too, he's genuinely educated himself in everything he's into and is more than willing to get into anything his partner wants. he has very, very little limits and his dungeon reflects that. doesn't care much for aesthetic, buys it in whatever colours he likes best that day (sometimes even in multiple - what if the pretty thing he's fucking prefers pink over black?). the room is definitely a bit overwhelming but its 100% soap.

[shanksbaby]

Admirals as dads

Borsalino

he would spoil his child 100 %, and he would buy the best clothes too...like you see his suit and glasses? that man loves show off his wealth, and he would shows off through his child too. I think he would buy them mostly classy clothes, nothing casual or sportive.

he is a man who is very polite, so i guess he would teach his child to be polite too. i don't think he would be stern like sakazuki, but he would teach them through corrections of their speach, like:

"y\n, you have to say please when you ask something. please repeat it now properly"

he wuould tell them with a sweet voice, not wanting his child to feel like he is judging them.

he would be smitten with his child's cuteness, saying "so kawai" and smiling softly at them, probably for that little face that his child manages to get away with almost everything. Almost with everything because I feel like he would love that his child would be polite like him.

100% he would take his child at work and showing them off with all the others admirals, even if he has to meet akainu's irritation. He would carry them on his broad shoulder, and he would let them see all marineford, of course he won't take them to the renuion.

he would fear that his child could become a pirate, even if he never tells anyone. He fears this scenario because he already knows that it would put him in an umfortable position

i don't think he would really attack\hurt them, but he would be really struggle at the beginning since he always have followed the orders.

still, he won't push to become a marine.

Sakazuki

oh boy, i think he would be a very stern dad, he wouldn't take care of his child he would TRAIN them, like he would be more a sergent than an actual dad. He would still spend time with his child playing, but he would mostly teaching them to be a marine since birth.

he can't allow his child become an enemy of the law like happened to garp, he would lose respect of himself (we know that sakazuki doesn't like garp much because his child and grandson are both enemy of world government).

probabily he would have a stroke if his child would become a pirate lmao.

he is stil smart enough to know that being too strict would led them to resent them, so he learns to be more lenient with them, letting them getting away with few things, playing with any game the want ( as long as the game isn't too stupid).

i feel like he would be a bit controlling, expecially about friendship that his child has.

he would take his child at work too, to show them the importance of working as marine. He would take them to the training camp, then he would take them to his office; he would take them to a mission too ( not extremly dangerous, he just wants let them know how marine operate)

Kuzan

the most chill dad 100%, he would let and would spur his child to become an indipendent person. He won't teach like sakazuki the importance to be a marine, he would let his child choose his way. Even if they would choose to be a pirate, he would accept them, even if he would be worried about them

he would still protect them even if it's from a far

he won't spoil their child too much, more like he would teach them to be humble, and expecially to be kind towards others. When he see them to act compassionate, even towards an animal, he would be so proud and warm <3

more than pay for very expensive clothes, he spends time with them. He would play whatever game his child wanna play, even if he have to act a bit silly, he would do it. And he would loove nap with them.

he would sleep with his child in a bed full of cushions under a warm blanket cuddling

i know he is a very aloof but i feel like with his child would be really warm and tender, liike i know he would use pet names like "honey, sweety, sweetheart etc"

he won't take them to marineford, he thinks his job is too ruthless for your innocence, but he would take to garp, letting him see you and letting you see how he trained.

he would let you see even smoker, since he's a kind guy even if he looks intimidating.

he won't let you see akainu 100% , even if you asked the answer will be always no.

[barcapix]

Hey hi, could you do an angsty request for Balde where reader doesn't speak Spanish so she gets insecure when she sees a girl at a party chatting up to him fluently

✮ Flirtatious - Alejandro Balde

Alejandro Balde x Fem!Reader

SY: You, Balde and group of his friends attend a club for a break from reality, but you figure the worst.

A/N: Enjoyyy❤️

Warnings: jealousy, insecurity and arguments (?)

pt.2 here

July 21st

You were an exchange student, moving to Spain, to study international criminology in Barcelona’s university. You recently met this guy who happened to be walking out of the university’s library at the same time as you.

His name was Alejandro, a name you found very charming and over the few months since you met, you bonded well together. He helped you find your way around the city, and most importantly, made you feel welcome.

Considering you struggled with family distance, he made that fear wash away - enveloping you into a cherishable new world.

One which made you fall for him. Falling for his adorable antics, and romantic charm. He became irresistible to you after some time; his presence even comforting you when he was near.

October 13th

Alejandro had invited you to tag along with his other friends: Ansu, Lamine and Xavi. You weren’t much of a party person, you preferred the simple things in life; being at home and watching movies. But after his constant nagging, you finally caved in.

Ale had picked you up personally, with Ansu in the front, Lamine and Xavi in the back with you.

Ansu became like a second brother to you too, and of course he knew about the crush you had on Balde, a secret kept between you two.

The 5 of you rushed into the club, flashing their VIP cards, and of course: Balde let you in with his plus one additive.

You all sat down in a booth, ordering cool beverages to go around you all. “Now we haven’t done this is such a while,” Xavi slurred, the small amount of alcohol getting to his head. “Slow down hermano, this has like 2% alcohol in it,” Lamine laughed, shoving the bottle in his face.

“Getting drunk already bro?” Ansu snickered.“Well the ladies gonna loove you,” Lamine further commented, making little smoochy faces.

You and Balde sat in a relaxed silence, giggling at the 3 boys bickering in-front of you.

Shortly after, the guys had agreed to move onto the floor, blowing off some steam after a long, hard week from football.

“You coming y/n?” Xavi chimed in. “Hah, no no I’ll just stay here and finish this.” holding up your small wine glass.

“Vale, I’d come join if I were you. Get a little dance in with Señor guapo over here.” Lamine said with a boyish laugh, pointing to Ale.

“cállate hermano..” Ansu ushered, punching him lightly in the chest. They all swiftly pulled away from the table, leaving you and Alejandro alone.

“Be safe, okay” Balde said, resting his hands on your shoulders, “I’m just gonna be over there if you need me.” You nodded in response, giving him a small smile.

He nodded back, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. Then he disappeared into the crowed with Ansu, Lamine and Xavi.

9:59pm

The time ticked by slowly, you had finished your drink almost 40 minutes ago whilst mindlessly scrolling on your phone.

You hardly tapped your fingers on the wooden table beneath you, regulating with the ticking clock above your head.

You couldn’t help but steal glimpses of the man you adored every few minutes but his sudden movement change had taken you aback.

He had recently moved to sit beside a Spanish girl, whom had edged closer each passing second. If she had moved anymore, she would have been on his lap right now.

She was everything you weren’t. Plump cherry red lips, flirtatious smile, long dark curly hair that trailed down past her waist, intimidating sombre eyes. She looked as if she could entice any man she wanted, yet she unfortunately went for the guy you loved.

The way she slid her hand on his upper thigh, and gazing at him with lust, as he continuously nodded intently every time she spoke.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look away, your eyes began to burn at the lack of blinking. Every movement they both made, made them look more heated. Your stomach churned with anxiety, sending flushes of nausea up to your throat and causing your brain to fog and dizzy at each thought.

You were so taken aback, that you didn’t even take note of Ansu’s figure walking back into your sight.

He slipped down to the seat next to you, following your gaze which landed on Balde and the girl he was talking to.

“Mm, you thinking about Ale huh?” he asked, keeping a steady gaze on what he was doing too.

“No, I-i dont know.” you stuttered, now looking down at your hands in your lap. Ansu noticed the way your eyes seemed to lose its familiar spark, now replaced with disappointment and sorrow.

“Hey chica, don’t worry about it. These things happen all the time. I mean he’s a young footballer right?” he softly laughed.

You scoffed quietly in return, wishing it didn’t. You looked up again at Balde, who now began moving his hand to reach hers upon the bar table.

“So that happens all the time?” you gestured back over at him.

Ansu quickly snapped his head around, instantly feeling guilty for you and how you felt. “Yeah..” he lied, “I’d forget about it y/n, she doesn’t matter to him.” he quickly retorted, now rubbing your back for comfort.

“I wish I knew how to be fluent in spanish y’know..” you admitted, rubbing your palm on your forehead. “Maybe he’d like me better then?”

“Hermosa, it’s not that..maybe he just finds it easier..?” Ansu shrugged, wanting to be honest.

You both sat in silence for what felt like hours, glancing over at your watch every couple seconds.

“I just wanna get out of here Ansu,” you finally spoke up, locking eyes. “I need fresh air..”

“Of course yeah, yeah. Do you want me to accompany you or-“ he said as he watched you rise from your stool. “No, i just wanna be alone.”

“Sorry.” you murmured under your breath.

You hastily marched through the swarms of people: laughing, drinking, dancing, having fun… wishing that was you.

You took a sly look at Ale once more, to see him motioning to offer that woman a second drink, in which she politely accepted with a smug smile on her face.

10:21pm

“Hey man, ¿dónde está ella?” (where is she?) he questioned his dumb founded friend, whom looked frustrated at him.

“What hermano? What’s with the glare?” he joked, patting Ansu’s shoulder.

“You care about her now? You haven’t for the past 2 hours.” he slowly said, rising up from his seat to reach Balde’s height.

Ale only grinned at him, swatting his chest.

“What’s up with you huh? The drinks get to your head too?” Ale further laughed, shaking his head playfully.

Ansu sighed at his friend’s unseriousness, knowing he didn’t feel guilty for leaving you for dust.

“No hombre, ella... se fue a tomar un poco de aire. ella no quería estar cerca de ti.” (no man, she... left for some air. she didn't wanna be around you) Ansu said bluntly.

“Que? Why not, I was just coming over to talk to her.” He shook his head, and replied, “Did you not see the way you were so absorbed by that woman at the bar? Why would she wanna talk to you after that?”

Balde knitted his brows together, confusion swarming his face. “Hermano, me and y/n are just friends no? Why would she care?”

Ansu exhaled, “¿No lo ves hermano? Ella ha estado insinuándote desde hace semanas.” (don't you see it bro? shes been hinting at you for weeks now)

He scoffed at his bestfriends blank expression and added, “No, of course you didn’t. You turn a blind eye to her all the time.”

With that, Ansu quickly brushed past him in annoyance, pushing his shoulder out of the way.

Alejandro made his way out of the club, trying the front entrance, the bathrooms, the back entrance. Until he finally found you in the small dimly lit alleyway, where the trash was stored.

You had your back to him, unbeknownst that he was behind you. “Y/N?” he called, “Why are you outside over here? Get inside, It’s freezing.” he said, folding his arms over his chest.

You closed your eyes, knowing you didn’t really wanna look at him right now. “What..?” you spoke harshly, turning around. “Are you trying to tell me what to do?”

“Nada, Im trying to make sure you don’t get sick!” he declared defensively. Nonetheless, you stay deadly still - refusing to let yourself listen to him.

He let out a long exhale, his breath evaporating into white fog in the air.

“What’s wrong with you tonight? Is it me? You didn’t wanna come up with us, you disappear in the middle of this and now getting mad at me for no reason!” he hollered.

It took you a few seconds to react, “Yes, okay it is you! I like you goddamnit! But you just show interest in other girls, never me.” you snapped, the stupid look on his face making you increasingly annoyed.

“What? Y/N If I knew you felt that way then-” You cut him off, “Then what huh?! You would have stopped?”

“I-i don’t know..” he muttered, choking up his words. “I saw the way you talked to her, the way you lit up every time words left her mouth.”

“Talking to a random girl means I fancy her now does it?!” he retaliated “No but she can speak Spanish can’t she?!” you shouted back.

“Look at her! She’s gorgeous and then look at me,” you spat quietly. “I’m just ordinary. I don’t have what she has. I don’t have the most perfect body, the most perfect hair, the most perfect eyes…” you trailed off, feeling your eyes burning.

“Your not ordinary, your perfect the way you are y/n..” he hushed. Despite his sympathetic words, he couldn’t bring himself to tell you that he liked you back - because he didn’t.

“Don’t feed me more of your bullshit.” you screamed, your emotions spilling out of your mouth, forming words you’d never said before.

Alejandro’s anger piled up the more he let you lash out on him, shouting out words he never meant. “You thought we had something? Huh, really? You’re just a fucking friend to me y/n - I find it hard myself to communicate with you because you don’t know an ounce of word in Spanish!” he rambled on, “I mean joder, you live in Spain and all you know how to pronounce is ‘Hola’?!”

“Well I’m sorry that you’ve been leading me on for weeks!” you pointed at him, feeling the heartache clawing at your throat.

He stood rooted in his spot, not sure on what to say. He somewhat felt guilty for what he’d done: making you believe in false hope. However, he still couldn’t find the empathy to care for you.

“Don’t say that y/n, we can get over this. Just come back inside, you’re making too much of a big deal.”

Your heart fractured at his words, which only made the knot in your stomach tighter.

“Big deal?! Fuck, you’re so arrogant!” you choked, the frustration bubbling in your chest. You took a few seconds to catch your breath, to steady your breathing rate to normal. It did eventually, but the heart pounding in your chest didn’t.

“If this is how you’re gonna treat me, then I’d rather not see your face ever again.” you exhaled, trying to conceal your sudden sadness.

Balde didn’t move an inch, only looking down at his shoes that seemed to be drowning in the puddle he’d been stood in for the past 7 minutes.

“You don’t care..” you mumbled taking a few steps back.

You refused to let yourself cry infront of him, so only shook your head frequently to show your disappointment.

In him and yourself, for being so naive.

And so, you stormed off with your heels clicking on the floor with each step, refusing to turn around and lock eyes with his again.