#sugar op

[fuzzywyrmz]

doodle dump. they're all probably several months old but idc

[kbondoxxxxav]

expanding the donquixote fam modern au just for funsie

[firefly-artwork]

Family sketch - Part 5

[wiisagi-maiingan]

I think a lot of people on tumblr need to learn to recognize when a post isn't for them tbh.

If someone shares their favorite recipe, you don't need to tell them that it's bad because you're allergic to something in it. If you see a post about how sugar or carbs aren't evil, you do not need to get angry at the op for not talking about every illness affected by those things. A post about how opening windows regularly can be helpful for someone's help don't need a million comments about how op hates people who live in cities or don't have window screens.

You can just acknowledge that some posts are for other people. Either scroll past or reblog for the people the post IS relevant for.

[sofiialyt]

happy birthday to my favorite One Piece villain 🦩🍷

this artwork was made for Logbook charity zine 🤍🤲🏼

[aimless-dubs]

dilf detected!

wonderful comic made by @cuppajj !! oughhh he/she spice is so real

[i sincerely apologize for every burning spice enjoyer ever i BUTCHERED his voice even though he said TWO WORDS. deep male voices hate me, gender ambiguous voices want me]

[anomaly-hivemind]

Money for Muff ☆ Dragon! Crocodile x Reader | Kinktober Day 21

Summary: After losing elven paradise, you move to a big city, but actually working sucks. Luckily you can suck for work instead ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

Word Count: 1084

Tags: finger sucking, blow jobs, slight handjobs, riding, dom/sub dynamics, anal, grinding, gn reader, fantasy au

You used to have a nice life, a good life. Where you lived in peace and harmony with the earth. At least, that was until your forest was destroyed by drought and sandstorms, and your people scattered. So you moved to one of the bigger cities, Rainbase specifically, and gave being a bartender and a waitress a go; after all, elves had a lot of appeal to the other races. 

But you just can’t do it, it fucking sucks! People leer and hit on you all the time and act like they can own you. So you quit and became a full-time sugar baby to a dragon. If your body is gonna be on display, you’ll be damned if you don’t get some money for it. 

So you went to the wizard tower after hours and were matched with Sir Crocodile. A large dragon with dark purple iridescent scales. It was the best decision you ever made. He was often off doing things for his shady crime syndicate or pirate warlord duties, so you relaxed around his casino with all the fancy clothes and jewelry he bought you.

However, he was here today, and it was time for you to fulfill your end of the bargain, which is your relationship. 

You laid out on crocodile’s plush bed, which was a bunch of blankets and pillows and other soft things atop his massive dragon horde of gold and treasure, in your finest silks with the sleeves hanging off your shoulders as you ate off an opulent charcuterie board; you looked at you when you smelled the familiar smell of Crocodile’s cigar smoke. 

“Welcome back,” You smiled before popping a chocolate-covered strawberry into your mouth. He grunted a reply as he hung his fur coat up and made his way beside you. He dipped one of his claws into the melted chocolate, and you immediately licked it off.  

You wrap your lips around his digit and suck on it lightly; his eyes glare down at you as you move your tongue against his finger.  He pushed his large, rough finger deeper into your mouth, and you let out a muffled whine. He pried your mouth open as he ran his finger on your flat tongue. You looked up at him, and he was still staring back at you with keen interest. You knew what was needed of you to do and what was fully expected of you. 

You pushed the charcuterie to the side, needing no instructions on what time it was, as your fingers looped around the waistband of his pants and shimmied them off. Your fingers traced the shiny scales on his legs, moving back to his length.  You pouted a bit, seeing he wasn’t ready for you to take him.

“Me sucking your fingers didn’t excite you in the slightest?” You asked as you walked your finger up his thigh and traced squiggles back down.

“Do I look like some common whore? That may work on some poor virgin sap, but you’re going to work for it,” he replied.

You sighed, teasing his cock by running your fingers up his shaft and tracing around the head.  You wrapped your hands around the top of his member and slowly stroked down his rod all the way to the base.  From the tip, his cock had a purple hue that faded out towards the middle. On the outside, from just under the tip to the base, there were ridges. You tighten your grip and start to stroke him slowly and look up at him expectantly for his reaction. He was nice and hard, but his expression was uninterested at best, and it caused you to let out a slight whine.  

Tentatively, you stick out your tongue and give the tip of his member a little lick. It's timid, barely even connecting with the surface.  He lets out a short, amused huff at your attempt to be teasing. You licked over the slit of his tip, the taste of his salty precum gracing your tastebuds. You moved to kiss and suck on his balls a few times and lick them by sticking your tongue out a little, then licked a long stripe up to the top before taking him into your mouth and gurgling down his dick. You went slow at first, only taking in a few inches so you could swirl your tongue around. 

You rock your head against him as you suck on his dick the best you can with his size. You massage his balls lightly as you drool around him, filling your mouth up with all of him in between your lips.  You kiss every ridge up his shaft as you go back to bobbing your head into him. Crocodile was laying back as you suck on him at your desired pace. You feel him tracing your elf ears leisurely so that you know you have his full attention. 

You took him out your mouth, pressing one last kiss to the tips before straddling him. You slid over his hardness a few times before positioning him and slowly sinking onto his cock. You let out a breath as you eased your way down his length. You hummed in satisfaction as you felt the ridges, one by one, enter your tight hole. 

“Are you just gonna sit there the whole time?” He raised an eyebrow at you as he blew out a bit of fire to light another cigar. He moves to unbutton his shirt and throws his tie to the ground. 

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I am,” you said as you rolled your hips and began to move. You mewl at the ribbed sensation of his dick. You slowly picked up the pace, and you started to bounce.  He grabs your hips as you tilt your hips up and down on his large length. 

He lets out a groan when you pull almost all the way out your hole before slamming down onto him.  You were bouncing on his long dick until your legs felt like they were going to give up on you. With trembling legs, you pushed through until Crocodile was throbbing inside your rear. You fall back against the large man, feeling dizzy, and this is when he takes over and thrusts up into you.  He fills your ass with his hot dragon jizz; he holds on to you before pulling out of your while grumbling, you were huffing and puffing from the high of pleasure.

[wan-pissu]

oh my god. I just realized.

usopp defeated sugar twice on dressrosa. the first time, that was mostly an accident working due to sheer luck (AND he ran away in the middle of it), he was hailed as a god for it. the second time, that was thought to be impossible and took inconceivable skill AND got him to unlock observation haki, was witnessed only by a handful of people and no one else knows.

usopp's motgerfucking epithet is god and even though he has the sniping skill to back it up, he got it thanks to a situation where he didn't snipe shit.

I don't know where I am going with this, I just needed to share it somewhere.

[smimon]

Giant K series #24: aren't giants monsters?

This is a pretty dramatic and bittersweet episode, a kind of "doubt and reassurance" scenario. But it ends well 😊

Bonus epilogue

[dofushiza]

🌊✨ I wanted to add more characters to this piece, but I really love how it turned out! 🎨🌟 This is my take on the iconic Nami color spread from One Piece! Now I’m challenging all of you to join in the fun! 🥳💖

Let’s start a new art trend: draw your favorite characters and their friends (or other faves) in this pose . Tag me so I can check them out! 🥰🖌️ #ArtChallenge 

[kbondoxxxxav]

annoying fam

[vee-lo0]

“Oh…u have kids too”

[prince-raisins-art]

really enjoyed the part where usopp traumatized a girl not once but twice in the same day

[cardboard-writer]

I wonder what the limitations of Bonney's fruits are?

Can she channel a future where she is a cyborg like Kuma? Can she channel a future where she has Kaido's ability? Can she channel a future where she has Sugar or Robin's abilities?

I think its neat that her ability is dependant on having a child like imagination where it feels like the world is full of endless possibilities. Definitely not a fruit that an old curmudgeon can awaken.

[bnnywngs]

lwj: wei ying needs a coat, so i bought one

wwx: lan zhan!! you shouldn't!! i'm ok with my coat!! there's just some holes but it's easy to fix!!

lwj: hm... wei ying complains about being cold constantly

wwx: that's just me being dramatic! look it still got the tag, you can get your money back! go, go

lwj:

lwj: *rips tag off*

wwx: *shocked pikachu face* LAN ZHAN

lwj, very serious: oops

wwx: you did that on purpose

lwj, smug: now wei ying has to wear it

[short-honey-badger]

Peppermint Tea 4

Goodness this has been so fun to write! I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

Mihawk let's out a lil attitude!

@writingmysanity @kenkenmaaa @foggyturtleknightangel @browneyedhufflepuff @djbumblebee @goth-mami-writer

Mihawk leaves the next morning. After dinner, you'd fluffed out some bedding and parked the warlord on your couch. It was large enough to fit him comfortably, though he did have to contend with an over eager Hank. He woke before you, lips curling at the sound of your soft snores when he slipped into your bedroom.

You wake when he cards one warm hand through your hair, eyes fluttering open to the delightful sight of Mihawk once more. However, you see that his coat is on and his boots cover his feet, so you know that he must be leaving. It saddens you, but you still smile in joy at seeing him. You reach for him, and Hawkeye gives in with a roll of his eyes.

His knee settles on the bed to leverage him as he leans over you, warm hand going from your hair to cradle your cheek. He leans in and kisses you, a simple press of his lips to your own. A hum catches in his throat when you tilt your head and purse your lips against his own, kissing him back even in your inexperience. He thinks of you going to bed last night, staying up, and reading the romance books you thought he didn't catch you taking back to your room. Mihawk is curious as to how far you'll let him push.

Dracule pulls away enough to speak, “Open your mouth for me, sweet thing,” he orders, and you shudder In his hold even as you do as you're told.

“Good girl,” he breathes and then seals his lips against your own once more, tugging and lapping at your swollen lips. Dracule's facial hair scrapes across your sensitive skin, and you whimper when you feel the heat of his tongue lick into your mouth. The kiss is like nothing you've ever experienced before. Nothing all the stories in the world could prepare you for.

Mihawk seems to be able to know when you need to stop, for he pulls away to gaze down at you with a smug smirk as you struggle to catch your breath, “That's not fair,” you grumble and fall back into the bed with a huff.

Dracule rolls his eyes at you again and leans down to kiss your cheek, “You'll get there, Darling,” he teases and then pulls away fully to stand tall, “However, I must go. There are things that I must attend to,” his mind casts off to Gloom Island, and the trouble that the pink haired menace causes every time he is gone for an extended period of time.

You sigh dramatically and roll out of the bed, “Yeah, alright. I'll walk you to your ship.”

Hawkeye follows you out of the bedroom, and Hank meets the two of you at the door. The big dog whines for pets, and you crouch to give him some before opening the door. Hank bounds put, and the two of you follow the excited hound outside to wallow in the grass and do his business. You leave your best friend to do what he does best and follow Dracule through the forest that surrounds your home until you arrive at the shore.

“That's your ship?” You demand, tone dropping in doubt and surprise. You look at him, brow cocked in disbelief, “It's tiny!”

Mihawk sneers at you, “My ship has served me well for decades, little girl. You shouldn't presume such things until you know what they are capable of,” it's the first time that he had gotten even the slightest bit ill with you, but this is his ship, his home away from the castle.

The change in attitude has you shrinking in on yourself a bit, and snow builds up around your feet. You feel guilty, but you hadn't been making fun of his boat! You promise.

Before you can make a fool of yourself even more, a warm hand cups the back of your neck, and you are pulled forward to thud against Mihawk's chest. He kisses the top of your head and wraps an arm around your waist

“That was uncalled for, dear one,” Dracule murmurs softly. He had seen the way you had flinched away from him, the temperature falling, and the uncertainty that had pooled in your eyes. He must remember that you knew little about him, didn't even know that he was a warlord, someone to be feared by all least the government sick him after them. He dearly wanted to keep it that way, and snapping at her for something so small was not the way to keep you close to him.

“I'm sorry. I wasn't picking fun,” Your voice is muffled, but Mihawk still hears your sad little explanation. It makes him feel a little guilty for snapping at you.

“I should have known,” He assures you quietly, and an idea comes to mind, “Would you like a book on ships and seafaring?” He had noticed a couple of similar tomes lying about your cottage, but many of your books were water damaged, making it difficult for you to get through them.

You jerk back to look up at him, excitement pooling in your eyes, “Really?” It's been decades since someone had gotten you a gift. The thought of Dracule being the one to be the first makes your stomach do flips.

Your disbelief has his lips curling in a soft smile, “Yes, really, Darling. Would you like more than one?” He questions, and by the way your face lights up, he knows the answer already.

“Ah, no, thank you. I don't want you to have to go through too much trouble for me,” you deny to his amusement. The warlord rolls his eyes, hand tightening on the back of your neck in admonishment.

“None of that, I want you to be honest with me, dear,” Mihawk orders. His thumb ghosts back and forth along the side of your neck, calming you from any nerves that want to rise up at his request.

Dracule watches as you come to a decision, cheeks pinking cutely as your eyes flick away from his, “Can I have three?” You finally ask. He huffs at your stubbornness.

“Fine. I will bring you three,” Mihawk agrees, though he is already thinking about other things that he could get you. He could finally put his Berri to good use.

Hank barking at a nearby crab brings the two of your back to reality. Mihawk sighs and drags you in for one last kiss before he steps back. He needed to leave now before he ended up staying far longer than he intended. He pats Hank's shaggy head when the dog lopes up to him.

“I'll be back, Darling,” he assures you, and you nod, hands wringing in uncertainty as your friend boards his ship. You watch from the shore as he pulls up his anchor and loosens his sails to catch the wind.

“Be safe!” You call before he can get too far away, and Mihawk raises a single arm to let you know that he heard your farewell. You watch him sail away from your little island with a heavy heart, but it fights with the joy of knowing that Mihawk will be back. Soon, he is little but a speck on the horizon, and you turn away to go back to your cottage, Hank bouncing around your feet.