#quinloki

[rasplejax]

little doodle of Coraleee and @quinloki's Quill ❤

[swampstew]

Personal Hell

Summary: Loosley inspired by this blurb by my good friend @quinloki ~ You're Captain Kid's little love doll, do you think you can live with it? Be honest.

Warnings: spicy content 18+ only; VERY Yandere! Eustass Kid x AFAB Reader; noncon dubious consent, graphic, reader is a hostage, forced orgasms, vaginal penetration, creampie, threats of violence/impregnation

You couldn’t move much after Kid was done with you. He was always rough with his ‘lovemaking’ and tonight was no different. You nearly jumped as you felt his fingers run over the fresh bruises he made. Holding back the whimper that threatened to escape from your lips, your hands clutch the blanket tightly as you felt Kid pull your body down the bed.

A damp, warm cloth runs up your thighs and stomach, cleaning off the clumps of cum that caked your body. You hear the nightstand open, the cap of a bottle come unscrewed, and the silky feeling of a balm being coated over your aching skin.

“Up,” you hear him command.

You lift your hips as he slides a pair of his briefs to cover your naked bottom. He continued his after care by pulling his oversized shirt over your body and carried you to the bathroom.

“Piss.”

He gave you the courtesy of closing the door so you could urinate. As soon as the toilet was flushed, the door swung back open and he crowded your space, getting behind you and reaching for his toothbrush.

In silence, you brushed your teeth, washed your faces, and he even brushed your hair before shuffling you back to the bed.

As the mattress shifted, you could hear the faint clink of the metal handcuff that was still hanging on the lowest rung of the headboard. Long abandoned for how many months now, you couldn’t be sure. All you knew was that he stopped enforcing them in your sleep once you had become more…pliable to his demands of you.

Even though you knew it was pointless, you still tried to stick the edge of the bed with one knee partly hanging off. The furthest point that you could be to not be touching him.

A measured click of his teeth, he evenly called out, “C’mere.” Not a suggestion, a demand.

One you wanted to ignore.

You turned over to face him. He wasn’t looking at you but he had a smile on his face, one that implied he knew you were going to do it or else face his consequences. You pressed yourself lightly to his side as he pulled the blanket up to cover you both.

“One day,” he sighed, “You’ll be glad to be waking up to me. You could have it so much worse.”

You squeaked as he wrapped his arm around you and moved your limbs so that your leg was in between his and your arm was slung around his neck.

“I treat you good, don’t I?”

A rhetorical question.

“Don’t I?”

You stiffly nod.

He scoffed, “At least pretend like you mean it.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that.

Kid decided he would find out for himself, plunging his hand down your borrowed underwear. Swiping his long fingers across your slit, you could hear the smugness in his voice.

“See? At least yer pussy is honest with me.”

He played with the wetness between your folds, a natural bodily response to the stimulation but he took it as his own achievement. His pride overflowing.

Dipping his fingers inside you, you couldn’t help the reflexive tightening of your muscles or the moans you choked back. The way he teasingly pushed against your g-spot, pressing his digits down against your gummy walls as they started to flutter.

He let out a groan, tightening his hold on you and thrusting his fingers faster. Wetness dripping down your thighs as you tried to close them and limit his motions. It was moot.

Kid tore them off and spread your legs, not even removing his own briefs as he pushed the tip of his erection into your entrance. The stretch of his cock head and the friction of the cotton against your walls pushed a cry from your lungs.

“Fuuuuck, see? You wouldn’t be enjoying it this badly if you didn’t like me!”

Pulling back, Kid let out a feral growl as he palmed his cock, stretching the stained fabric from your slick and rubbing himself earnestly.

Your chest heaving from the forced pleasure, you warily watched him as he stared at you with smoldering intensity. His hand slowly pumping himself as he drank in your aroma of fear and arousal. Even after all this time, your body still accepted and even enjoyed the twisted way he craved you. Needed you.

Abandoning his briefs, you didn’t have time to blink before he fully sheathed himself inside you. The satisfied groan that escaped him filled the room. He nearly slammed his forehead into yours, his eyes clenched shut as he pistoned into you with passionate intensity.

His hips slapped against yours loud enough to echo in his room, the sound of your stifled moans crescendoing with his as your pleasure was clawed from you. Splashing against his thighs, your body spasmed and convulsed under him as you came on his cock.

He whined and stuffed himself inside you as you rode your orgasm, feeling every throb and pulse of your walls on his cock. At the peak of your cry, he grinded into you until his own orgasm spurt from his tip and painted your walls white. His hips didn’t slow down until the last sputter of cum shot from his dick against your cervix.

Pressing your thighs tightly, he let out a strangled moan as he slowly pulled free, wrangling that last bit of tasty overstimulation from your pussy on his sensitive cock.

With a satisfied hum, he lowered his face and used his fingers to pry your thighs open again. Watching his seed dribble from your puffy lips.

“I love you too,” you heard him gruffly whisper before he planted a big, fat kiss on your leaking slit.

Kid crawled over your body until he was towering over you. You could see the reflection of light bounce off the creamy fluid that stained his lips and chin.

He pressed his lips to yours and forced your mouth open. Gathering what he could of his cum and transferring it your mouth. Making you wash it down with his spit. Kid kissed your face and your neck before he finally laid over you. Pinning you to the mattress.

“Sleep tight, princess.”

The next morning, you woke up alone in the room. A platter of breakfast on the nightstand with a note for you.

“You have three days to say it back. Don’t make me force it out of you. I’m willing to wait 9 months to see the physical manifestation of your love for me.”

[pro-sipper]

Many thank yous for running this for so long. I’m sure it was exhausting. I wanted to give my appreciation though, through you I’ve gone from confusing pro shop vs antiship (I came into active fandom like three years and change ago, at 40+ years old and the vernacular was brutal for a while 😅) to really having a deep understanding of it.

I’m very much anti censorship for far more than just fan fiction reasons, and the discourse around fan fic has made it easier to explain the importance of being anti-censorship to friends and family. Which seems pointedly important in this current day and age.

So thank you, I appreciate all you did, and I’m grateful for all the other wonderful blogs I’ve found through you. May you find the best pieces of fiction every time you go looking for them.

omg stop thats so sweeeet ugh ♥️♥️♥️ I'm glad I could help in whatever way possible lol

And yeah there certainly has been a lot of new vocabulary that's sprouted up in the last half decade or so lmao. And I know to an outsider it might all seem like dumb fandom drama but believe it or not, if you're pro or anti censorship for fanfics, that's going to carry over into being pro or anti censorship in "the real world". Idk why that's such a hard concept for people to grasp

But thank you for the message! Good to know this blog did some good for something lol

[alexa-yukiyu]

Young Love (Marco x f!winged!reader)

A/N @quinloki 👉🏼👈🏼 I did it, I made it based on the prompt ‘Oh i’m in love’ I don’t think it turned out as well as I was expecting but I hope it can at least bring a small smile to your face. I wanted to do at least something for your birthday, kind of like a thank you for all the things you give us. This is really soft as it is when marco is on his teens; again I really hope you like it and here we gooo

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/drinkthesky and @/firefly-graphics

“Huh, Marco, where are you going?” Teach called, watching as his senior jumped off his post and walked into the forest that lined the clearing they were currently making guard at

“I’m taking my break,” He called, not waiting for the response of the former as he continued to walk deeper into the forest, sighing when he finally made it to another clearing ways away from where the current ceasefire was taking place.

He dropped to the ground with a slight huff, closing his eyes and crossing his arms as he thought of his small exchange with Roger’s first mate; his fists tightened as he remembered how easily the man had brushed him aside. Embarrassment filled him at the memory of his full-blown attack being stopped by a single finger. Perhaps if he hade-

His eyes shot open at the sound of leaves crunching and rustling behind him. He knew that thanks to the ceasefire, even if it was one of the enemy crew, he was in no danger. He glanced behind him to shoo them off, only to pause at the sight of the stranger.

Standing there, slightly hidden behind a tree, was not one of Roger’s men. In fact, it wasn’t even a pirate; rather, it was a young woman. By the looks of it, she appeared to be a native of the island they currently stood on.

Marco’s face flushed as the woman peeked her head out of the tree. A small arrangement of feathers decorating the back of her head, held together by a highly intricately designed headband. In her hand, she held a similar-designed bow. However, it was the wings that she showcased on her back that grabbed Marco’s full attention.

Marco scrambled to get up, letting out a small yowl as this caused him to fall head first into the ground, quickly picking himself up and trying to appear casual in front of the girl.

“H-Hi,” he cursed himself for stuttering as he tried to get his nerves under control.

“Are you a local?” He questioned

“I am, who are you?” She questioned

“I -I’m from the Whitebeard pirates. We stopped here for supplies but encountered some difficulties, so our stay has extended more than planned.”

“You’re a pirate?” She exclaimed

Marco was caught off guard as the girl jumped fully out of the tree, fluttering close to him.

“What is it like out there? Have you been to many islands? Do you travel in a big boat? How does it feel to travel? Do you have a big crew?” She hurriedly asked, curiosity shining in her eyes as she leaned closer to the young man, her hands forming fists as she lost herself more and more in her excitement

“Ah! I - Im sorry,” she spoke, taking a small step back.

“I got a little excited… I’ve never seen the outside world, so I guess I got excited to meet someone who has,” she muttered, slightly hiding herself with her wings in a bashful manner.

“It’s okay,” he assured her.

“I don’t really mind telling you about our travels; we have seen all kinds of islands.”

The two spent the rest of the night exchanging stories. Marco excitedly told her about the different seasoned islands scattered in the sea, even telling of an island lost in the old times and an island made entirely out of trees. The girl listened in awe at the dangerous adventures the man had taken part in and the numerous treasures he and his crew had managed to claim, laughing at the tales between him and his brothers, along with the Captain of the ship he referred to as pops.

In exchange, Dokucha told him all about the island. The small village she and the rest of the villagers resided in, being taken in by them when she was fairly young after her family had been wiped away by a hurricane that stroke the island as he comforted her. She told him of the colorful flora that littered the island, even showcasing some of it by tucking a blooming flower on his hair much to his delight. She told him of the equally extensive fauna; from big to small, the island was home to all kinds of creatures. It wasn’t until the sun began to peak that Marco took notice of the time as he shot to his feet.

“I have to go back to camp; the ceasefire will be ending soon,” he spoke, stopping as he spotted the disappointment on the girl’s face. He kneeled down close to her again as he grasped her hands, the previous flush returning to his face as he did

“I can come back tonight,” he promised.

“Really?” She questioned hope filling her face

“I will,will I see you here? I still have to tell you all about the Moby dick.”

“Yes! I will see you tonight, then!”

“Great!”

And so the two promised.

-

“Marco! I was worried you wouldn’t show up! She exclaimed as he spotted the small tuft of hair approaching the clearing with haste.

“I’m sorry, the fight went on longer than I thought it would tonight,” he explained.

“Are you okay? Were you hurt?” She questioned worriedly as she took in any possible injuries

He gushed internally as she worriedly assessed him, spinning around him to ensure nothing was amiss.

“My injuries heal,” he stated with pride as he stood confidently.

“Heal?”

“My devil fruit enables me to heal myself instantly.”

“Devil fruit?”

He paused, realizing that she must not have acome across the concept of devil fruits on the island; as he explained the concepts and power of devil fruits and how his own worked, he watched as her awed expression grew into an elated one as he offered to show her his full Zoan form.

She gasped as the man before her enveloped himself in cyan flames, covering her eyes at the bright flames in the otherwise lightless clearing. Once her sharp eyes adapted to the change in light, she lowered her arms, gasping as she took in the huge bird that stood before her; entranced, she approached him, extending her hand towards him and gasping; it wasn’t hot as she was expecting the flames to be, rather they were warm, they were inviting, they were

“Beautiful….” She uttered as she kneeled in front of him taking him in

The words she spoke would forever be engraved into Marco’s mind as the words that would change what was a small crush into a blooming love.

-

“Marco! You’re here; it’s strange seeing you during the day, isn’t eve-Marco?” Dokucha stopped her words as she took in Marco’s frantic state

“Marco, what’s wrong?”

“I-it’s over... the fight is over.”

“I don’t understand. Is that not wonderful news?”

“N- I mean, yes, don’t you know what that means, Dokucha?

“That the fight is over?”

“It means it won’t be long before we leave,” he sighed, defeated

“Oh,” she muttered

“I won’t see you again?” she questioned

Marco frowned, his own heart breaking as he heard the young woman’s heartbroken tone.

“Please come with me!” he pleaded, grasping her hands.

“Come.... with you?”

“You can have the adventure you wanted. You can see the Moby Dick and travel in it.”

“But what about my village?”

“Is there anything left for you here?” that silenced her; she knew that although he was right, despite her loving the village and its people and vice-versa, there was nothing more to gain if she were to stay here.

“Will your Captain be okay with this?”

“I won’t let him say no.”

She shook her head, letting out a disbelieving laugh.

“You didn’t think this through.”

“W-well, I have a beginning and end. I’m still figuring the in-between”

“You’re a dork”

“Is that a yes?”

She smiled, leaning in a quick, chaste kiss on the Phoenix’s cheek.

“Let’s go.” She grinned, opening her wings and promptly taking to the sky.

Marco looked entranced at the girl touching his cheek as he tried to take in what had just occurred.

“Are you going to stay down there?” She hollered

“Oh... so that’s what it is. I’m in love,” He spoke, a smile growing on his face as he heard her call out to him again.

“I’m coming”

What we thinking?

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@Imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

[mattsundaes]

I'm trying desperately not to fall for Oliver.

I was hoping, as one of the foremost experts on this blorbo, that you would be willing to tell me the best - er... I mean... the worst thing about him, so I can attempt to pull myself from this orbit before I hit the event horizon and have no hope of escape.

i guess this would probably be a very terrible time to mention that he’s officially ranked one of the best gentleman in blue lock :/

and maybe an even worse time to reflect back on how so much of his characterization in the manga revolves around the way he wants to support others and see them succeed, regardless of if they’re playing with him or against him. not to mention how he’s one of the most rational, mature, respectful players in the series. making him the (official) top ranked most likely bllk-er to succeed as a coach :///////////

and his favourite animal is a chick :(((((((

unfortunately this is all to say that if you’ve already reached the danger zone in the outer reaches out of the oliver atmosphere, it’s already too late<3 i’m here for you in these trying times.

[diminuel]

I have said before, and I will say again, I love your art.

I love your designs, I love your style, I love your AUs, I love your Crocodile and your Rocks and your Whitebeard and your stinky AU kids and your other AU kids and your Luffy and your little story snippets and your ideas and your mind and

Yeah.

I just - yeah. You're amazing 💯

;A; Thank you very much!! ♥♥♥♥

[mandiemegatron]

I know it's on hold

but please, I beg,

Tell me about Taste of Citrus 🥰

Oh my lovely Quin, I am so happy to tell you about this as this is chapter four in the First Kiss series ive been working on, thanks to you !!! 🥰🥰

This chapter focuses on the newest Whitebeard daughter!! Thanks to your skill of beautiful handwriting and note taking, you luckily snatch up the exciting (to you) duty of scribing all of Marco and Tate's notes for all of Whitebeards personnel. It not only gives both head doctors a chance to rest and relax, but keeps all important documentation legible and easily accessible, thanks to your organization. 6 months in and you can't deny the massive crush you have on the blonde man, though you'd rather die than ever admit it outloud.

Too bad for you, your face has subtitles that the entire ship can read.

Just for you my friend, heres a little sneak peek 🤭👀

Glancing up from your newspaper, you raise an eyebrow as you meet a certain set of blue eyes watching you with a small but knowing grin. You lean back in your chair, letting the newspaper slip from your fingers, covering all the complete updated files you finished over an hour ago. “... eh?”

“So, is it true, then, yoi?”

Marco sighs, the sound almost pitied though tainted with tease, before he replies with, “Ah, it is. How incredibly flattering that my darling little scribe has an enormous crush on her mentor.”

You immediately snort and begin laughing, having to cover your face with an embarrassed hand. “What?! Marco, what are you talking about?!”

Marco grins, leaning over his desk and gently taking your chin in his hand. “Come now, yoi. You don’t need to pretend. Everyone knows and can see how much you wish to submit to me.”

Something in your gut sinks as a slow burn prickles over your skin. “M-Marco, what’re you-”

You’re cut off as he suddenly has you against the wall beside his overflowing bookshelf, his lips on yours with such a fever that you swore your lips were on fire. One of his hands slides up the front of your shirt, deft fingers tweaking your nipples just right, unable to bite back the needy moan that slips past.

“Tell me you want more,” he breathes against your ear, his other hand cupping the back of your head and fingers tangling in your hair. “Tell me what I already know. I need to hear you say it.”

You swear you say his name when suddenly, it feels like you’re falling, the motion causing you to yelp in fear. It takes you a few moments to realize that you’re in bed, staring into an inky black with one corner of your room illuminated by the moonlight which you notice from the corner of your eyes. You slowly take a few deep breaths before slapping your hands to your face, groaning into your palms as you try not to recall your very vivid dream.

There’s soft knocking at your door before it pushes open, and in walks in your worst nightmare at that moment, closing the door behind him.

“Little scribe? Are you well, yoi?”

There, standing in all his gorgeous glory with a small, lit lantern in his hand, stood none other than Marco, a worried expression etched into his tired face.

[lyndsyh24]

Don't mind me,

just wondering who it is you think of combing through your hair with his strong hands? Who is it that sit behind you, flexible fingers working the knots out of your shoulders? Who grunts disapprovingly at the stress he has to help work out of your precious body after a long day?

Who is it that lets his hands begin to wander, slowly and patiently - more patiently than you'd expect of him - when you melt from the massage he gives, and he knows you're not going to chastise him right now. You're not going to tell him there's still dinner to make, or chores to do, he's already aware, but here you are, already in his arms, trapped by large hands that are wrapped firmly around you.

Who is it that uses his own legs to lock yours in place, opening them a little more as his fingers sneak down and he tilts your head back for a kiss?

Woo child...

Glad I waited til I got off work to look at this lol.

You know my answer is always this idiot.

... I mean my husband, of course.