nanamimizz-archived

[nanamimizz-archived]

ARCHIVED ANNOUNCEMENT.

this is blog is now archived - thank you all for being here with me in our little corner of the internet ! i'll see you when and where i see you next !

with all of the love and affection in my heart, lamb.

regular pinned navi below.

[nanamimizz-archived]

going to make brownies in the last few moments of nanamimizz

[nanamimizz-archived]

thinking about jiaoqiu and a bunny reader again

[nanamimizz-archived]

this is for @chloenanami but y’all can read it too i guess. warnings: pet play, ass play, overstimulation

it’s hot. too hot. sanji can feel his hair matted to his forehead, rivulets of sweat beading down his chest. the air between you two is stuffy and growing worse as you pant into each other’s open mouths. but there’s no force in all the seas that could bring him tear himself away from you. not when you were spoiling him with the outfit you’d thrown on that night.

now he knew why you’d looked so pleased when you came back from your shopping trip with nami, nearly sprinting to your bedroom and telling him not to come in until tonight. the sight of your naked body you greeted him with when he finally did step into the room was somehow not the first thing he noticed. instead his eyes was drawn upwards to where a pair of fluffy cat ears sat atop your head, his stare only broken when you spun for him and showed off the matching tail that sat snug in your ass.

he thinks you might’ve asked if he liked it but his memories were blurry from then. he doesn’t remember how he pounced on you or when he tore off his clothes, driven forward by the singular need to be between your legs. even now, as you bounced away on his cock, tits pressed up to his chest, his mind felt fuzzy. drunk on the blissful pleasure of your cunt sucking him in. he reaches behind you and twirls your tail around his fingers, giving it a small tug and groaning when your walls clamp down around him.

“fuck you’re so dirty, kitty. who knew my baby liked getting her ass played with so much?”

you whine at his breathless tone but your hips grind down on him, your clit finally getting the attention it so desperately needed. “sanji ‘m gonna cum. make me cum.”

he’s never denied you anything before and he wasn’t about to start now. sanji shifts to anchor his feet down on the bed, grabs your hips and holds you still as he jackhammers up into you. the squeal you let out next to his ear is the only warning he gets before you’re cumming. he can feel your thighs trembling from where they’re pressed up next to him as he fucks you through your orgasm. his thrusts never stop as he rolls you both until your back hits the mattress, folding his legs up beneath you so he can hump into you while your legs lock around his waist, heels digging into his spine.

“that’s it, angel take it. gonna fuck my cum into you. you want that, pretty kitty? you want your little pussy stuffed full?”

he knows you won’t answer, too busy crying from how sensitive your poor pussy is as he ruts against you but the sting of your nails digging into his shoulder blades answers for you. sanji cums with a low moan, relishing in the feel of your walls milking him dry. you’re so good to him even when you’re fucked dumb and drooling, your cat ears askew on your head. he leans forward to lick at the corner of your mouth before capturing your lips with his.

“one more time baby” he mumbles against your lips, already thrusting shallowly, his spent cum squelching as it leaks out around him. “you can give me just one more, right?”

[nanamimizz-archived]

sunny 🥺 I can’t stop thinking about sanji and how he loves to overstimulate you,,, not even in a sadistic way,, just likes to see you completely drunk on pleasure. anyways I am very sleepy and wanted to share this lil thot on main

oh,, oh my god,,,

your senses are slow to come back to you. the sound of your own breathing, ragged and shallow though you can hardly hear it over the blood pounding in your ears. a warm chest against your back, firm thighs beneath your trembling ones keeping you spread open. his cologne, woody and spiced, blends with the faded scent of tobacco that always lingers on him and your head spins as you breathe him in.

there’s nothing but sanji, sanji, sanji all around you, holding you to him while you come down from your high.

his hand comes up to cup your cheek and turn your head until you meet his gaze, the same hand that had just made you gush like it was nothing. you should cringe from the wetness that coats his fingers but instead the gentle hold he has on you only makes you feel wholly and utterly claimed. 

“easy, angel, you’re okay. come back to me.”

“sanji,” your tongue feels too big in your mouth, muscles still tense and rigid. you’d be embarrassed at how dumb you must sound, how dumb you must look, if it wasn’t for the awe and reverence etched across his face. sanji looks at you like he could drink in the sight of you for a lifetime and still be left wanting more. his other hand rubs your thighs one by one, working them until they relax under his touch and leave you melting back against him.

“that was a big one, wasn’t it? how are you feeling?”

there’s something lurking in his voice, a misplaced worry that makes you sit up further to lean in and kiss him. one on his jaw, another on the corner of his mouth before your lips finally meet. sanji gives you so much, would serve you the moon and the stars on a silver platter if you asked him to, and yet he still wonders if he’s doing enough. it’s gotten easier over time to assuage those fears. now, a searing kiss is all it takes to chase away the doubt and bring him back to you. 

“good. you always make me feel so good.”

the effect is instantaneous. the tension leaves him at all once, leaving him with only flushed cheeks and a familiar hungry glint in his eyes. you jerk when his hand starts to drift between your legs, where you somehow still ache for him to be. you try to glance down to watch but between his grip on your chin and all-consuming gaze, you’re pinned in place.

“are you ready for more, then?” a shudder runs through you at his tone, low and longing for your ears alone. you told him, once, when your relationship was a new, fragile thing made of spun glass that you felt guilty with all the pleasure he drowned you in.

“i don’t want to be greedy,” you’d said and the words were hardly out of your mouth before sanji took your hands in his and kissed your palms.

“angel,” he’d whispered into your hands, “you’re not the one being greedy.”

you didn’t understand back then what he had meant. but as he pushes two fingers back inside you and grinds the heel of his palm against your oversensitive clit, eyes boring into yours like he’s trying to commit every twitch and gasp to memory, you think you finally do.

lightening races up your spine, setting all your nerves alight as he works a third finger in and curls them until he’s working the same spot inside you that made you soak the bed not minutes before. it’s too much, too fast, and you can do nothing but stare up at sanji and take it.

“i know,” he says, “it feels better like this, doesn’t it? i’ve hardly done anything and you’re already so close.”

you let out a quiet whimper because he’s right. your orgasm was looming above you like a tsunami, threatening to crash down on you at any moment, and you clench down tight around him at the sweet reminder that sanji knows your body better than you do. 

“don’t fight it, baby, it’s okay,” he leans in until your lips brush and you’re all but panting into each other’s mouths, “be a good girl and let go for me.”

the wave crashes over you and the world slips through your grasp as you’re pulled under. your cloud-stuffed mind is already floating away even as you twitch and kick while sanji helps you ride out the high. murmured words wash over you but it all seems so far away. instead, its all you can do to stretch out your senses and try to ground yourself back to the earth.

a warm chest against your back. cologne and tobacco in the air. 

sanji, sanji, sanji.

[nanamimizz-archived]

if fang every gets into one piece lowkey i’ll die

[nanamimizz-archived]

When u watch bleach keep an eye out for shunsui he is going to do such Strange Things to your psyche. That’s a Lamb Man if i’ve ever seen one . Just thought u should be warned of that <3

let me look him up my curious

[nanamimizz-archived]

me and the extremely dubious corrective punishment sex w caleb fic idea that rots my brain

[nanamimizz-archived]

yall so i lock in and do the new hsr story quest or watch knb

[nanamimizz-archived]

|| BLUE LOCK VER. COWBOYS || BLUE LOCK MERCH ||

[nanamimizz-archived]

just remembered gallagher’s relationship with a spreader bar

[nanamimizz-archived]

who wants to see my favorite sylus edit

[nanamimizz-archived]

just remembered oda’s 40 year old design for zoro ohhhh im in heat ooooh the lust in my body

[nanamimizz-archived]

[nanamimizz-archived]

Teary over the mental image of barou cutting up my steak for me thank u ☹️ /pos

barou is not a good cook but for whatever reason hes soo good with a knife, cuts it perfect even pieces and isn’t going to get annoyed if you ask for them to be smaller. cuts the first piece while its sizzling and holds it out to you to see if its cooked to your liking and will blush around the ears if you eat it off the fork he’s holding it out for you…..

[nanamimizz-archived]

no bllk man loves to cut up your food for you more than barou

[nanamimizz-archived]

Unironically not interested in merely sitting on shanks’ face I need to grab him by the hair and hump it w no mercy and the worst part is he’d be so wildly into it 🙄 I literally can’t win