k’pera!

☆ i like one piece :)

[kinopera]

i like himbos… so so much🙁!!!!!

[kinopera]

what if the straw hats were SHAPES?? (i was doing my coordinate geometry math work when i thought of this)

luffy is a circle. full 𝛑r2 and everything.

zoro is a square. adjacent angles ok

sanji would be a scalene triangle.

nami would be a equilateral triangle.

usopp would be a hexagon (probably).

robin would be a rhombus.

chopper is an oval ok argue with the wall

franky is literally a pentagon.

brook is super super thin rectangle. think ▯

jinbei is DEFINITELY a parallelogram

honestly tell me you disagree. ok fine i’ll go back to my homework

[kinopera]

its THE VOICES. THE VOICES i have so much nanami brainrot rn

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summary: you’re popular, and most likely a slut, but there’s only one person you go back to for sex. and who’d guess that it would be the quiet, moody guy who’s basically invisible? the entire campus had already burst into flames knowing that nanami’s your roommate, no one can find out that he’s your fuckbuddy too.

tags: includes explicit content! dom!nanami, sub(fem)reader, blowjobs, oral, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal sex, petnames, i’m really not sure what to tag atp

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you know you’re being petty.

you know damn well what’s happening tonight.

the thing is, you simply don’t give a second fuck.

you bat your eyelashes subtly, your chin resting on your palm. you laugh at a joke that one of the guys crowding around you uttered, he’s cackling at his own joke while you try to fake a laugh.

pathetic.

you blow a seductive kiss towards another college frat boy while he’s clearly interested, licking his lips as he eyes you up and down, eyes focusing on your cleavage. you roll your eyes internally, but keeping up his flirty facade nonetheless. your charisma seems to be unrealistically tremendous, attracting almost the entire cafeteria.

the whole cafeteria, except for him.

nanami scowls, glaring at you and your ring of college frat boys surrounding you. the various melodies blasting through his headphones still weren’t able to drown out the fury racing through his head, instead being pushed to the back as background noise.

nanami freezes instantly as a seemingly cocky bastard of a student sits you down right into his lap, a swirl of rage dizzying him. his first thought was: “what the fuck,” and his second was, “i’ll kill them both.”

you glance sultrily towards nanami’s direction, eyelashes covering your hooded eyes. you tilt your head, smirking ever so slightly, resulting in a horribly enraged nanami. you feel nanami’s death stare stab you in the back of his head; and you already know that this was definitely a royal fuck-up. you can already predict that nanami is probably already thinking of different ways to make you beg for forgiveness—and possibly, his cock—by the time you go back to your shared flat. by continuing this show with his glare spearing through the back of your head, you would only be digging yourself further into the pit.

it’s entirely your own choice.

“hey.. isn’t your roomie staring a lil’ much? i mean, dudes’ kind of a dork.” you pull yourself away from a guy’s lips.

“he’s just jealous. he’s nothing without me, anyway.” you reply nonchalantly, tidying and patting his white, crinkled shirt down before winking at her.

you continue flirting, and nanami grips his ballpoint pen tighter. the revision papers under his laptop seem to crumple as his rage grew, but it’s probably the university student crushing them subconsciously. his anger seems to accelerate, until a point where he physically couldn’t watch you grind and shove your cleavage onto a guy pushed up against a cafeteria table anymore.

he shoots up, and storms out of the cafeteria in a fit of violent fury.

you pull away from said guy, snickering as you watch nanami’s silhouette barging out. you wipe the smeared lipstick off your lips with the back of his hand, winking at the panting guy pinned onto the table. satisfied, you saunter out, leaving the various frat groups behind to fawn over you.

—

“y/n.”

nanami breathes, watching as his roomie enters their shared apartment. your keys rattle ever so slightly against the trinkets and keychains latched onto the metal ring, eyes scanning his current situation.

placing his valuables and bag down onto the table, you eye nanami manspreading in the gaming chair in front of you up and down. you gulp. oh well, you knew what you was getting into. you knew exactly what would happen the moment he stepped foot through the front door. you just never realised that it would be this intense.

nanami had always given you a space to breathe, how were you supposed to know that this time; it would be different?you had always known that he didn’t enjoy watching you fool around with others (and you mostly did it to rile him up), but both you and nanami knew that both of you enjoyed the overwhelmingly good sex that came with it, as much as you would never admit it.

“sit.”

you oblige to nanami’s request, lowering yourself down tentatively onto the couch, gripping a cushion nearest to the front door and furthest from him. he watches with hooded eyes, a glint of light reflecting off. your gaze drags slowly from your roommate’s eyes to down onto his chest, the unbuttoned campus uniform showing his mildly toned muscles. nanami sits on his gaming chair, leaning back with his legs spread. your eyes scan down his body, fixating on the bulge just slightly blocking the man’s pelvis. nanami lets a lazy grin form across his face, he knows that you’re checking him out, it’s too obvious.

you squeezes his legs inwards, tightening the grip your hands had on one another. you feels a single drop of cold sweat run down the back of your neck, and another shiver run down your spine. you’re definitely going to end up crying this time, he knows it. god, where did all your confidence go this time?

nanami locks eye contact with you, but you’re quick to break it off. your gaze darts around, never really focusing on anything for more than a few seconds, desperately trying to take attention off the very-much-dominant male in front of him and the concentrated volume of heat and throbbing rushing towards your lower body.

“would you like to tell me what you did wrong, or do i have to force it out of you?” nanami heaves, crossing his arms. His veins are even more prominent than before, and you internally swear that if you hadn’t been sitting, your knees would’ve buckled at the mere sound of his voice. you know very well that you can’t form a word for shit in front of this version of nanami, and you’re quite sure nanami knows of this too.

silence.

“guess we’ve really gotta do it the hard way, yeah?”

—

nanami doesn’t resist as you move down his torso, sinking onto your knees that created a dull thud on the floorboards beneath you both. the entire apartment was dead silent except for the faint noise of pop music that probably came from a party not more than 3 blocks away, but both of you took it as just simply background music. nanami glances at the mop of hair below him, messy from your makeout session in the cafeteria, seething his rage even more. you’re probably near your limit too, your nimble fingers clumsily undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his trousers. nanami watches tentatively, smirking. since when were you ever this eager?

“slow down, sweetheart. i’m not going anywhere.”

“you really shouldn’t be calling me ‘sweetheart’ in this situation, nanamin.” you manage to stutter out, a hint of annoyance in your voice.

nanami replies with a close lipped grin.

you let out a shaky breath before your lips wrap around the head, teasing at first, probably because this has happened way too many times for you to enjoy it. he watches from above, slowly guiding you around his cock, as if this was the first time you’ve given him a blowjob. you wraps your hand on the remaining length, covering what your mouth can’t.

“fuck,” nanami mutters once you take in half of him, head bobbing slightly as your hand wraps around what your lips don’t. you’re too busy with his craft to notice that nanami watches oh-so-sweetly from above, or to even care.

“insulting me in public with that pretty mouth of yours,” nanami sighs as he leans forward, whispering, “but look what i can do with it in private.”

you roll your eyes, masking the fact that those words definitely caused a major shiver to run down the curve of your back. determined to return the favor, you take nanami into the hilt, fuck: not many can take him that far.

nanami closes his eyes, struggling to picture something that’ll help push him nearer to the edge, but nothing good comes to mind. he ends up opening his eyes after a short while, glancing down at you. the way your head bobs, the way your cherry lips look stretched around him, it’s almost enough to push him over that line.

you then take him on all the way, making that little choking sound, eyes fluttering shut as they tear up, and–

and nanami heaves just a little harder, and groans just a little louder. his gaze meets yours. they’re blown out, tears running down his cheeks and drool gathering near the corner of his mouth, spilling out onto him.

“f-fuck.”

you choke, but eventually manage to deepthroat nanami successfully, your own throat going lax. nanami lets out a short gasp, he’s never gotten used to something so completely and utterly captivating.

you know that nanami’s close from muscle memory, and you start gently pulling yourself off. you’re caught off guard, however, when nanami’s palm slams into the back of your head, pushing you even further into the hilt. you choke, gripping the fabric of nanami’s pants as his grip around your hair tightens. it seemed as if the world was spinning as you raced for nanami’s orgasm.

it’s strong when he finally comes, right down your throat. you do a good job of swallowing and nanami finds himself slightly trembling with the force of his orgasm. it’s only then when you notice how painfully you needs physical relief from your sexual frustration when he notices the throbbing under your skirt and your soaked panties, while nanami seems to realise this too.

“it’s your turn, help me with this.” you pant, losing quite a bit of of his voice. nanami hums.

“only because you worked that pretty mouth of yours so hard for me, didn’t you?”

—

you find yourself spread open on the gaming chair after switching positions with nanami. your hands tied tight with his tie above you, you’re blindfolded with another hideous patterned tie, —how many of these ugly leopard print ties does he own?—being shaken from your train of thought as you feel his touch on your inner thigh.

he drags his touch slowly, grazing against your core very few seconds. you shudder as his fingers inch closer to your clit, getting frustrated as he purposely misses all point. he draws small circles along your slit with the pad of his thumb, blowing cold air as you clamp around nothing.

“god, nanamin.. can you j-just fuck me already?” you manage to whimper out, the lack of stimulation forcing you into submission. you feel him chuckle lightly, internally cursing him out for placing you in such a position. you’re embarrassed, and it’s for real this time.

you gasp softly as he removes his fingers, replacing their presence with his nose and tongue as he dives in, deep. you try muffling your moans by biting your lips, trying not to alert neighbours.

your actions proved inevitable, letting out a pornographic moan as nanami grips your thighs, pushing his nose against your clit and his tongue into your slit. your wrists buckle against each other as you suck in air through your teeth, toes curling. you grind your hips again his face, feeling a sense of urgency to finally release. nanami feels you throb against the tip of his nose, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he eats you out.

“calm down, sweetheart.” nanami chuckles against you, vibrations sending shivers up your spine, “you just can’t wait to take my cock, can you?”

“y-yeah, whatever, n-nanami..”

you let out a shaky breath as you hear the clinking of a belt buckle dropping to the floor, as well as the frantic rustling of nanami’s clothes falling to the ground. there’s a rush of excitement and urgency that runs through your veins as you feel nanami’s rough palms grab you by the hips, noticing his bare cock pressing up against your slit.

nanami groans as he enters tentatively, completely opposite to the attitude in his voice before. your senses are heightened, nanami’s groans and grunts of your name ringing beside your ears. you feel as his cock stretches you out, filling you up while the pleasure closes.

“o-oh, fuck.”

your hands balled into fists, digging into your own skin. small crescent marks formed along your palm as the chair constantly shakes back and forth, coupled with the dirty sounds of the squelch of his cock and your cunt. pants, groans and moans filled the room as you grind and angle your hips at a degree, nanami thrusting harder and deeper each time.

“gon’ stuff you f-full, g-god.. y/n..”

you moan in response, eyes fluttering shut with ecstasy as he hammers along your swollen clit, watching as your fluids flow out as he plugs into you, both drowing in each other’s arousal. you see sparks each time he rails into you, his cock throbbing against your walls.

you release a pornographic yell once his tip hits a certain spot, back arching against the angle. nanami lets out a breathy chuckle as his nails dig into your thighs, his tempo speeding up. stars float around hour vision as your throat goes slack, feeling your tongue hang out for being fucked dumb by your roommate.

you feel a familiar rising heat as nanami rams into you, his pelvis wet from constantly thwacking against your core. you press your back against the chair as you let the desire for an orgasm take over, feeling how close nanami is too. his thrusts gradually grow sloppier, but his grip on your waist never loosens while he grunts your name over and over again.

you feel his grip release, as he drags his sweaty palms along your waist down to your pelvis. there isn’t enough time for you to think before he presses right down onto your uterus, feeling the tip of his cock shoved right into the neck of your cervix. your back arches as nanami rubs your lower stomach, a lazy grin on his face as he admires his work. you’re so full, and it’s because of him. he knows that it’s him, only he can fully satisfy you, him and his cock. you tug at the unbelievably tight tie binding your wrists together, panting and crying out a string of breathy moans, before finally reaching your climax.

nanami continues to thrust rapidly, chasing his high while you saw stars. you feel tears slowly prick up against your eyes and the tie blindfolding you, oversensitivity finally taking its effect on the both of you. you feel the sheer strength of his orgasm as nanami reaches his high, your abused cunt filled to the brim as a mix between both your juices spill out.

wet, sloppy squelches seem to fill up the room as the ringing aftermaths fill your ears, both of you still trying to catch your breath. nanami finally regains control of his hip, gradually slowing down and stopping eventually. he lets out an airy chuckle as he notices how you’re still tied up, and removes his tie from your head.

you giggle briefly, still feeling the high of achieving your orgasm. you would never admit it, but you’re quite sure nanami’s the only one who’s ever got you to reach your high. you lay back against the chair, muscles relaxing as your gaze fixated on nanami’s breathing, and how his chest rises along with his heaves.

“-so, something about me being a dork ..?”

“s-shut up.”