okay im gonna be so honest with u all. im still in the one piece trenches this is still my gimmick its still my bit. but i’ve fallen into love and deepspace and i need a life alert button ive fallen i cant get up
so i have ten trillion billion wips and i was actually honestly so close to finishing and posting about my op oc but then boom otome gacha got my ass once again.
anyways. once the affliction releases me from its clutches i’ll finish up some of my sketches amd drafts but just for now……..well….my beautiful wife made of pixels is on my phon,e…..and hes calling me rn…….
Idk where that thought came from but I was thinking of them and…. Yeah…..
Masquerade sex club and they’re traveling together for business….
…. Off to think on this some more night <33
I need you to understand my brain went in a dozen different directions with this.
You know each other - you don't at all - you kind of do but never officially introduced.
It's set up like an urban fantasy, where there's like minor illusion magic to really let everyone "mask" up - it's just normal modern au with like bangles or specific drinks to signal what people are up for, etc.
You're watching Marco manhandle Sabo and the bird notices, inviting you in - Marco and Sabo approach you at the bar and you only end up in the room cause the bartender stops you from going at it right there.
Your masks slip accidentally - someone pulls them off in the heat of the moment - you take it off because it's suddenly suffocating.
You leave the night like cinderella (something gets left behind and they use it to track you down) - you leave with them, waking in their sheets the next morning to the scent of breakfast - you think you make a clean getaway only to run into them at work the next day.
Yeah. Just... Yeah. And there's a dozen ways the scene itself could go, but let's be fair, Marco easily commanding you and Sabo and gods they both love it when you come undone you're so doomed.
Marco has you lay out all nice and pretty once he's got you relaxed between the two of them. It's been twenty minutes to get the few pieces of clothes you had on to end up on the floor.
There's no one else really - there is, the club is packed, but everyone could be watching and you wouldn't know. The way Marco commands your attention, the way Sabo whines. You're not sure if the younger blonde is a brat, a pup, or what, but he seems caught between listening to Marco and wanting to devour you.
You're leaned up just enough to be able to easily watch Sabo between your thighs. He's desperate to reach your twitching cunt, pulling hard against the binds Marco has him in. The gag in his mouth is an o-ring. It doesn't force his mouth too wide, and his tongue is stretching past him lips as he tries to reach you despite the iron grip Marco has on his hair.
"Wait until she tells you it's okay," Marco commands, letting go of his grip on Sabo's hair.
And he waits, eyes transfixed on your pussy for a long moment before he looks up at you. There's a fierceness in his gaze that makes your breath hitch, and you wonder if he's already planning how to get back at you for making him wait like this.
"Can you - will you take the gag out?" You question, your eyes staying on Sabo's gaze even though your question is for Marco.
"I can, yoi." He answers calmly. "But he does like to bite."
You can picture blood between his teeth so easily your body shivers sweetly. It's tempting, so tempting, but for a first time it seems too much a risk.
He can bite you if he gets the chance to pay you back.
"Please," you sigh the word, opening your legs further and it's all Sabo needs.
He nuzzles into your labia, nosing the wet lips apart and pushing his tongue deeper. The opening of his gag centers on your clit and his tongue goes to work. It doesn't matter that his hands and arms are bound, your hands are in his hair holding him close, the sweet sound of pleasure clawing past your lips in a rush.
The first orgasm rushes up on you so fast you almost pull Sabo away, but Marco intervenes, taking control of you both and forcing you to endure it. Him and Sabo work together to keep your legs spread, and Marco captures your lips just as your whorish wail reaches its crescendo.
Sabo might be in chains, but the one truly caught is you.
I really wanted to know why Oda and Toei changed Ace's old actor and yassified him, so I made an edit with his old design (maintaining its striking physical characteristics), because I really like crack Ace of Alabasta