#X OC

[fanaticsnail]

OH MY GOSH, IT ISSS!!! WWHHHAAATTT?????

She's on an ancient ceramic. I'm obsessed.

this is a Nazca ceramic vessel from the ica region of Peru made anywhere between 200 bce and 600 ce but don't you feel like you could log on to any website today and see this face as someone's avatar. pre-Columbian rantsona

[stararonia]

AN EXCHANGE

@yourtamaki and @lokh got me with their oneshot and their art

– pairing: law x f!straw hat pirate

– nsfw: piv

– summary: he never expected to connect with anyone, let alone a Straw Hat pirate.

As your pretty diamond earrings glinted in the moonlight, you gasped as Law slowly ran his calloused fingers down your ears, gently pressing both earrings. You wore two on each ear, just like him.

“I’m going to miss you,” you whispered, looking down. Law was laying on your bed, sinking deeper into the mattress as you thrusted into him. He sat up and traced down your jawline with his lips while grabbing and kneading your breasts. He closed his eyes, feeling your skin against his one last time.

“I know.” He murmured, thrusting back to match your pace. He didn’t have to say he’d miss you, you knew he did by how hard he matched your movements and pulled you closer, savoring the contact.

“Fuck, Law,” you gasped as he grabbed your thighs to hold you steady.

“That's right,” he replied hoarsely, twitching with pleasure from each thrust, admiring how your facial features changed when dug his fingernails into your skin. “Come for me like the good little pirate you are.” His words sent a thrill through you as you obeyed, your juices spilling over his cock inside and down to his base. After you settled, you leaned your forehead against his and sighed.

“Whenever you’re ready for a round two, Surgreon, I’m in.” You said against his lips.

Law smirked and closed the gap between your faces, symbolizing he was more than eager to oblige.

He was the first to wake up the next morning. You were sleeping peacefully against his chest, while his arm was draped over your body. He looked at your cabin door, brows furrowed knowing that after today you wouldn't see each other again - or much later in life if time was on your sides.

“Morning, Law,” you muttered, eyes still closed.

“Morning.” He murmured softly, exhaling a deep breath. He played with your earlobes as you drifted back to sleep, running his fingers on the diamonds that were gifted to you from your family. “Hey,” he whispered gently.

“What?” You mumbled grumpily. He slowly sat up, you following. As you wrapped the blanket around your chest, he put his fingers under your chin so you faced him.

“Your earrings,” he pointed out with no hesitation.

“What about them?” You asked, rubbing sleep from your eyes.

“Would you be willing to trade?” He offered, pointing to his.

“Law...” you started, putting your knees up and resting your arms on them.

“Sorry if I stepped a line,” he said, “I know they mean a lot to you but-”

“Would you like to trade two of them?” You turned to him with a smile, leaning your head down to your hands to take one diamond off one ear. Law gave you a rare smile and nodded, taking off one earring from each lobe. Once you two had two diamond studs and two gold loops on your ears, you looked at each other and admired your new accessories.

“Keep them safe, okay?” You whispered. “And you too.”

Law nodded as he kissed your forehead. “I promise.”

Both of you spent the remaining of the morning in silence, bodies laced with each other and holding the other close knowing that both of you had a reminders of each other, ones you’ll keep for as long as you live.

[ghouljams]

Well now I’m just picturing Ghost with Love’s heart in his hands and he’s just like….so tiny….like a little bird…..he’s getting cuteness aggression, it takes everything he has not to crush it in his hands

(Body horror cw) It's a slow creeping thing. Laying with Simon on the couch as your eyes grow heavy. His hand resting against your sternum, thumb rubbing lightly at your skin, it luls you, draws you further into the dark of slumber as the movie you out on plays in the background.

There's a firm pressure on your chest, a tightness that grows with each breath you take. Each inhale feels shallower than the last, the cool comfort of Simon's hand gone and replaced by a slow sinking feeling that pushes your chest into an impossible pit. You make a choked noise, the air rushing out of you. You can't take another breath, your ribs locked in place, locked around a foreign object that you don't have the nerve endings to describe.

Simon's lips press against your neck, almost comforting as your throat clicks noiselessly. You don't have to look to know what's happening.

Ghost's hand is inside your chest, lodged between your ribs to make room for itself as his fingers wrap around your rapidly beating pulse. You don't have the nerve endings- didn't think you did at least, but you can feel the chill of his thick fingers squeezing your heart. Your skin feels hot enough to burn, your pulse heavy in your veins. The thick bump... bump... that the muscle attempts to pump around Ghost's tightening grip- you can feel it in your neck, right under his lips.

And when he draws his hand back, pulls your slow beating heart from your chest, it's like having your chest cavity drown in molasses. Slow and sticky. Your back arches, your ribs straining to keep your heart in it. Ghost is undeterred by your body's insistence on keeping itself together, his claws snip veins and arteries from the muscle, suture the holes with the golden strands that string from your good will, he holds your beating heart in one ghoulish hand and fishes around his own cavernous chest with the other.

If you could move at all you might recoil at the way his ribs open, pealing back like a bear trap to reveal an abyss unlike any you've seen. Shadow pours from him, reaches with greedy tendrils for your poor heart, and sucks it into his cavern.

The thing he pulls from himself is dark with congealed blood and leaks with dark whispers of smoke. It's silent as the dead as he forces it into your open chest.

You thought it'd be cold when he killed you.

It's like being buried alive.

[jestingheart]

And I find myself picking up animation again becauseeeeeeeeesmoochessssss

[takieorie]

I can’t help but wonder….

Megatron x GN Bot Reader ish?

—

(Words 429 | In first person pov)

I knew it was too good to last. I remember you at your worst, pushing yourself to exhaustion, working the mines until you were on the verge of collapse.

Neither of us asked for this… yet here we are.

We were so close once. We trusted each other, confided in each other, loved each other. Those precious slivers of time we stole together, just to watch the sun dip below the horizon, those moments were everything.

But then, you began to change. I searched for you, wondering where the person I loved had gone. I could still hold you, still speak to you, but the words coming from your lips were no longer my lover’s. Your once soft voice hardened into a haunting melody that would echo through my dreams.

You no longer looked like you, thought like you… you were barely even there.

I pleaded to Primus for a sign, anything to show me that the one I loved was still there, waiting for me.

When you finally did call my name, for the first time in years, something in me stirred with hope. You stood tall before your soldiers, extending a hand towards me. Disbelief mingled with longing as I climbed the steps, reaching out to touch your hand, your once warm, familiar hand, as you drew me close.

It was like a dream, your lips so near to mine. But that’s all it was… a dream.

Reality crashed around me as you shouted, “No weaknesses.” One shot was all it took. I watched, numb, as pieces of my body lay scattered on the ground behind me. Your face held nothing but a smug satisfaction as you cast me down to your soldiers.

I couldn’t feel the pain, just the sight of your soldiers turning away, following you without a second glance.

—

I think back to that moment often. If it weren’t for Optimus, would I have died there? Would you have even looked back? I doubt it.

Now everyone, or those who have survived are stranded on Earth, a prisoner to your choices. But I will admit, the sunsets here are beautiful, just like those we once shared on Cybertron. I wonder, do you remember them? Do you even care?

I can’t help but wonder, in the cold silence of your heart……

do you still think of me?

—

[kachowden]

This was gonna have more to it but I got impatient 🙈❤️❤️ a little sketchy sketch of the gorgeous perfect amazing sexy elf on the right is Silas who belongs to @meo-eiru and the one on the left is Armaros(Aros) who is my little drow boy ❤️❤️🫶✨ and I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

(update: TUMBLR STOP RUINING THE QUALITY)

[sky-high-standards]

Yandere student council President x delinquent reader

Warnings: some mild smut obsessiveness and possessiveness

enjoy my single-pringles~♥

Yandere student council President Who's furious and in disbelief when he was informed, he was asked to get a delinquent back on track because the school didn't know what else to do.

Yandere student council President Who's jaw dropped once he saw you get dragged in by the principal and you were nothing like he expected.

Yandere student council President Who's amazed by how gorgeous you are and is even more amazed by your grades you were a genius you just didn't have the goody two shoes mindset.

Yandere student council President Who's more than happy to take you into the council and help you become the lover star student you were meant to be.

Yandere student council President who gets you moved to each one of his classes to obsessively stare keep an eye on you.

Yandere student council President Who keeps you in longer after school because of council work but in reality, he just wants more time to be around you.

Yandere student council President Who always gives you unreasonable amounts of work to do every day you just look so cute when you're tired

Yandere student council President Who gets you kicked out of all your other clubs claiming they weren't as important as the council.

Yandere student council President Who denies all your accusations of him being part of the reason all your other friends were expelled; how dare you think he'd do such a thing and besides they were a bad influences anyway.

Yandere student council President Who finds your attitude endearing if you look this pretty cursing at him imagine how pretty you'd look praising him and telling you how much you love him or moaning his name.

Yandere student council President Who hates how worked up you get him it's so frustrating how hard you get him and even more so having to relieve himself to your pictures in the bathroom imagining that pretty mouth of yours sucking him off.

You didn't need those useless ruffians anyway my love they were a bad influence I'm the only one you need~

[melaninforkings]

a piece of me dies every time im reading a fic and taylor swift lyrics pop up😭 then i realize the description of the oc or “reader” are very white coded like OH! that’s not…

[mdnightlvr]

people need to stop tagging their ‘x oc stories‘ as ‘x reader‘. it’s so ANNOYING bc I am searching for ‘x reader‘ and all I get is the „reader“ having a first name and blonde hair with blue eyes. like I don’t want to read that shit. just fucking tag your oc stories as ‘x oc‘.

and don’t get me startet on them just tagging random characters that aren’t even mentioned in the fanfic. When I search up fics for a specific character I do NOT want to find fics of a different character. just let me read that ‘character x reader‘ and leave me alone

LEARN TO USE TAGS CORRECTLY. IT’S NOT THAT FUCKING HARD

[equestriagirl16]

When I’m desperately checking the ‘x reader’ tag of a new series and I finally see multiple fics uploaded-

[stararonia]

COURAGE IN A CAN

– pairing: law x f!reader

– nsfw: semi-public sex, mentions alcohol, fingering, choking, piv, Penguin is a wingman

– summary: Nami and Vivi decided to throw a Halloween Party in their apartment, with the rule that all guests are required to wear costumes. A certain college student wearing a snow leopard suit catches your eye.

You spotted Law across the room, his expression a mix of annoyance and reluctance. Luffy, who, dragged him along to Nami’s party, was off mingling with other guests leaving Law to fend for himself.

As you approached him, a playful smile tugged at your lips. “Not a fan of Halloween parties?” you teased.

Law rolled his eyes. “I’d rather be anywhere else right now.” He crossed his arms, the snow leopard ears on his head twitching slightly as he glanced around at the costumed guests. “Too crowded.”

“Law, it’s a party. Nami’s party to be specific.” You laughed.

“Yo Law!” Shachi yelled, jumping him from behind and dangling his arms over his shoulders. In a half-drunken state, he handed him a half full can of beer. “Have a drink…” he slurred, drool dripping on his shoulders.

“No.” Law replied. However, he didn’t give the can back. Penguin approached you three and pulled Shachi off him, playfully punching Law’s shoulder.

“Live a little!” He insisted, taking a swig of his own can. “I hope to not see you at the dorm room tomorrow, okay?” He looked at you, lifting his eyebrows. With that said, Penguin left, his plastic beak falling on the floor as he wiped beer off his mouth.

Exasperated, Law brought the can to his lips and drank.

“Not bad.” He admitted, looking at it suspiciously. Then he looked at you, taking another drink and passing the can your way. “Not bad at all.”

Smiling, you accepted it and finished the rest.

“How drunk are you?” You whispered in Law’s ear as he pinned you against the cool wall of the apartment’s bathroom.

“Mmm, not much.” He murmured, biting your lip. The noises of the party were loud, the smell of smoke and pizza didn’t intrude your private moment. All of those noises faded as you two gave each other the attention deserved.

“Just enough to get reckless?” You asked, taking the snow leopard ears off his head. You cupped his face with both hands, and looked at him with a half-lidded smile.

“Only reckless with you.” He replied in a husky tone, closing the gap between your faces. Law picked you up and placed you in the bathroom counter, not breaking the kiss.

Both of you were naked, and the heat radiating between your bodies made you two sweat. Law’s delicate fingers explored your body as the kiss grew passionate. His grip, touches, and hold on your skin was tantalizing as he moved his lips to the column of your throat, licking and biting from the base up to your lips.

“Ah-” you moaned, wrapping your hands around his neck as his fingers met your entrance. When he slowly penetrated you and kept a steady pace, Law smirked. “Mmm, I think I like you.” You whispered as you supported yourself on the counter. Your body followed his movements and pace.

“Really?” Law inquired, lifting an eyebrow as he quickened his pace, grabbing your neck, lightly choking you. “I’ve had practice.” He inserted a third finger and put his thumb on your clit, gently brushing against the sensitive area.

“Oh?” You breathed, shivering. You gripped the edge of the counter tightly and closed your eyes, letting the pleasure wash over you. Law had his free hand pin one of your wrists firmly down, making sure you didn’t have a change to escape his grasp. “Well whoever gets fingered by you is lucky as hell.”

Law stopped and took his fingers out, replacing them with the tip of his erection. “I don’t get like this with anyone.” He replied darkly. Then he slipped in, receiving a moan from you.

“Mmm,” you groaned, pulling him closer. “Then…how?” You whispered in his ear, biting it.

“I read.”

Law put his hands on your thighs and slammed into you, hitting the spot inside that had been neglected for so long.

Fully sheathed in you, Law groaned as you two shared another kiss. Both sets of lips showed no care with each others’ as they collided. The kiss was desperate and the mix between your saliva and alcohol you two drank was a reminder that liquid courage went a long way.

“You feel incredible.” He moaned into your shoulder, his hair lightly tickling your face.

You two surrendered your sensations and vulnerabilities to each other, listening to the sound of skin on skin as the night passed by.

Without realizing it, you two followed Penguin’s request. Law wasn’t in his room the next morning.

[ghouljams]

*Taking the nasties down off a tall shelf like they're the finest china*

So... König and Fetch...

(cw: fingering, ignoring you, f!reader, squirting if you squint)

He keeps squeezing your ass every time you get up to grab something, only half paying attention to the movie you wanted to watch, so you do the only logical thing and offer to let him play with it as long as you can watch the shitty rom-com. He'd taken you up on the offer far too quickly, but you'd anticipated that. Which is why you'd so prettily laid yourself over his lap and wiggled your hips for him.

It starts easy. His big hands grope the squishy globes of your ass, squeezing and kneading the skin while you use your arms as a cushion to keep your eyes on the TV. It's sort of nice, like a weirdly focused massage. He tugs your shorts up. Actually, you shouldn't call them shorts, they're his boxers, he pulls his boxers up. Wedges the fabric between your cheeks and hums, tugging it this way and that, just inspecting you as his hands continue their massaging.

It isn't until he tugs them to the side that your trouble really starts. You don't need to read his mind to know what he's after, you can feel the press of one thick finger against your cunt. Your legs are squeezed together, just by virtue of the way you've laid yourself, and it makes you feel all the tighter as he pushes his finger into you. The sinful burn of skin against skin as he sinks the digit into you makes you huff out a breath. You try to keep your focus on your movie as he silently pumps his finger in and out of you, changing the angle every few strokes to try and find your sweet spot.

You do your best to return that silence.

You're not doing well. The chuffed breaths that he draws from you are tinged with need, the start of full-blown whines that you can barely contain. He pulls his hand back to add a second finger, this time hitting his mark. You bite your lip to hold back the quiet noise you make, your gaze turning away from the film as you press your forehead to the couch cushion. König doesn't even bother shushing you. Silent as he is in the field, you can almost hear his focus as he pumps his fingers into you, targeting your soft spot with pinpoint precision.

You're so tight, your legs straight over his lap, your stomach pressed against his thick thigh, and he just keeps fucking his fingers into you. All that delicious friction that punches desperation into your stomach, tightening your senses into a single point of need and heat. Your cunt clenches, your muscles eager to find their favorite release.

You're getting louder. The longer he fucks you the louder you get. Your hips push back into his thrusts, your back arching without you realizing it, raising your hips higher and higher until you feel König's lips press against your ass.

His pace is so steady, stuck on two fingers in a slow, deliberate, in and out. It's not enough. Which means you're too busy chasing your own high to notice when his lips turn to teeth. Sharp canines and flat molars digging hard into your soft flesh. Your eyes flutter, his fingers curl, and you feel the break-blossom of blood over your skin. God, you hope it scars.

He pulls his teeth from your ass only to lap at the blood, tracing the fresh bite with his tongue. You whine for him, every needy desire on the tip of your tongue. He grabs your hip to hold you still against his chest and fucks his fingers into you hard and fast. Your teeth rip into the couch cushions as you scream through the rush of orgasm. It tears through you, bursts from you, your skin heats until you feel like you'll melt. Everything tightens and shatters, and you see stars as your eyes roll back.

You reach behind you to grab his wrist, desperate to stop the movement of his hand. Fuck that's wet.

"This isn't too much for you meine herz," König tells you, the first thing he's said since getting his hands on you. Which is fine, he doesn't have to say anything, all he needs to do is,

"Take your fucking pants off." You hiss, clawing at his belt.

You nearly jump off his lap to avoid being thrown off it with how quickly he stands.

[jestingheart]

Colored dooodles

This was a guilty pleasure fr

[staygoldsquatchling02]

IF👏🏻YOU👏🏻GIVE👏🏻THE👏🏻 CHARACTER 👏🏻A👏🏻NAME👏🏻 IT'S 👏🏻NOT👏🏻AN👏🏻X 👏🏻READER👏🏻FIC.

But seriously if you are writing a fic and give the s/o character a name, it defeats the purpose of an x reader. I don't care if it's oc x character story, have fun enjoy but for the love of God don't tag it as x reader please. I get wanting more people to see your stories but it's irritating to click on a fic that is tagged x reader and get two paragraphs in and the 'reader' has a name. You don't see honest to go x reader writers tagging their stuff x oc, so why are you doing it.

And don't come at me saying 'well there's extensions you can use to switch out the names' or 'if you don't like it don't read it' , because one I don't read it if I know from the start it's not truly an x reader and second not everyone uses a computer to read. I use my phone to read and there ain't no extensions for the app that do anything like that.

If you really want to post your OC fic in the x reader tag it's not hard to use Google docs to search out every mention of your OC's name and replace it with y/n.

Just for the love of God stop cross tagging oc fics with x reader it's annoying and bogs down the tags making it harder to find the real x reader fics that people work just as hard on.

[kachowden]

Thinking about a yandere!artist painting you while you suck him off beneath the easel.

And you can’t move too much because otherwise you’ll mess him up, so your just cock warming him with your mouth and your jaws starting to hurt and there’s drool dripping down your chin that he wipes away with a small huff. Like YOU’RE the one being difficult.

At some point he thinks you’ve gotten too relaxed so he moves to using his brush with one hand, and letting the other lightly touch and trace the curve of your back, tickling you just slightly and always narrowly missing wherever you need him the most, claiming to be “mapping out your features, love, just hold still.”

And in the end it’s all for nothing because next thing you know your back is against his chest and your bouncing on his cock while holds your jaw and makes you stare at the drying paint. Fucking you dumb until just seconds away from your peak he pulls out and shoots his cum all over the painting. And your just made to watch hours of your aching jaw become covered in white seed while he peppers mean kisses against your shoulder.

“Hm…looks like we’ll have to try again.”