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[pwlanier]

Found this drake mallard jewelry box at Goodwill this morning. The Abercrombie and Fitch decal was their logo in the 30’s and 40’s. Pretty preppy way to hold my cuff links 😂

[cgclarkphoto]

Ducks and goose -  cg photography

[pikslasrce]

mcr fandom having these gerard gender wars every few months while thursdayheads are out there smooshing geoff rickly and estrogen vials togwther on the daily. And i think thats beautiful

[shompu]

DSA. i drew this a long time ago and completely lost track of how i was going to render it. i found it again and after tinkering with it a bit this is as far as it will get. i do not have the cerebrum to meticulously plan out my drawings nor do i have the moxie to actually follow through with those instructions because every detail is subject to change at any time ✌

[mysteryoftwilight]

It came to mind that Shelby has a foul mouth, and can channel that into Kai.né energy. The following drabble is the product of that thought. Content warning for extreme profanity.

To say things were going poorly would be an understatement. Somehow, the guardians (who were outnumbered practically two to one) were getting their collective asses kicked by the Seekers of Darkness. Thankfully, Xehanort seemed to respect international (or interworld, she guessed) law and wasn't ordering anyone to attack her. The eternal bystander. An external witness to his new world order or some such bullshit. Things were going well, until the runt Xehanort started spouting some other bullshit about how Sora wasn't good enough. His friends would leave him, would be swallowed by Darkness, would die, and it was his fault for being weak. (to which she thought that she'd like to see him fight a mechanical dragon and Xemnas mostly alone). The horrifying thing was that Sora was buying it. He was swaying as he slowly walked towards Runtnort's extended hand, and she smelled magic in the air. It was a magically enhanced lie, but one watered by the half-pint's anxieties.

She didn't like that, but she didn't have time to unpack why. She needed to stop this before things got really ugly. What could she do, though? Selfishly, she didn't want to put herself in danger by slugging Runtnort in his stupid face while he was distracted with monologing at Sora, mostly because that would end with a lot of pain, possibly even death and she wasn't dying until Roxas paid her back the 500 munny he owed her. Still, there had to be something she could do...

"May your heart be your guiding key, huh...?" the cryptic phrase jumped to the forefront of her mind again. She took a deep sigh, knowing that she was about to do something incredibly fucking stupid. That was fine, though; Sora did stupid shit all the time and usually ended up fine. On the exhale, she grit her teeth and leaned into the strange strength the phrase brought. The cold reassurance broke through the walls of anxiety and stoked the flames of her anger. She could still be a 'witness' while being a cheerleader, right? That wouldn't break any rules. Still, cheerleader might be a bit too positive for the words her heart was weaving...

Taking in a deep breath, she shouted loud enough to drown out Runtnort's stupid voice.

"Sora, you dumbass !"

The din of the battlefield faded at her shout, and Sora seemed to find his feet, but still hadn't reacted to her words in a meaningful way. She knew no one'd ever called him a dumbass before, but maybe if they had she wouldn't be in this mess (fuck the others, they could hold their own). She tried to ignore the looks of indignation and horror Donald and Goofy were giving her, and silently hoped the next fifty seconds wouldn't make it back to his mom. She saved praying for the miracle that the next fifty seconds wouldn't kill her.

Her heart was pounding a little too fast, but she had stepped on the very obvious landmine. Now she had to let the explosion happen, come what may. Whatever else, she didn't want it said that she stood aside while everyone else died. She held too much guilt as it stood.

"Start usin' yer goddamn head, you little runt, or y'all're gonna be sorry ! Maybe I'll dye yer stupid fuckin' hair green ! Or maybe I'll throw yer bitch ass keyblade in th' goddamn Darkness ! How can someone with such a big, strong heart get hypnotized like a little bitch ? Huh ?"

Sora seemed conflicted as he stood there. He lifted one of his hands and stared at it like a puppy. She took a few shallow breaths, waiting to see if that worked. When he didn't respond, she knew she'd have to push harder. She didn't even try to hide her accent; do-or-die didn't leave a lot of room for not sounding like she was from the ass-end of nowhere. Just as the Runtnort opened his stupid mouth to try and reclaim control of the situation, she continued the tirade in probably the worst possible way.

"Oh, Xehanort !" she jokingly swooned in the most lovey-dovey voice, mocking Sora and the Norts in one fell swoop (which probably wasn't the greatest idea but her heart was doing the guiding right now), "I love ya, Xehanort ! Come over 'ere and give Sora a big sloppy kiss, Xehanort !"

She huffed out a few more hot breaths, took in the uncomfortable looks of all assembled, before widening her stance, set her best scowl, raised a hand over her heart, and shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Now pull yer little bitch boy 'ead out of yer goddamn ass and start fucking helping us !"

[kiubyxd]

teeheee mine's theree~ (Let's ignore that I should've reblog this four days ago)

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[alcnfr]

(Tabanus nigrovittatus) Greenhead Horse Fly...

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Greenhead Mallard | Deeksdecoys.com

Greenhead Mallard is a species of wild duck with a distinct emerald green head, commonly found in North America. Greenhead Duck Decoys are lifelike models of these ducks, used by hunters to attract them for sport

[backwzzds]

absolutely need a plug!zoro cheating on his gf with u nsfw …

no bc y’all are on a roll w these plug!zoro requests! position is based off this video btw 😩

ೃ⁀➷ what you want, roronoa zoro

thinking about the way that man would literally hate his girlfriend fr. like, he’s sure he’s only with her because his family loves her, but he just doesn’t. and i mean he proves that when he ends up outside your door in the middle of the rainy night, somewhere around 3 AM.

everyone would always ask him—why not just break up with her? and zoro never had an answer. his girlfriend was too fragile of a person and he hated that crying shit honestly. the only person he ever cared about making cry was ironically you.

his relationship was anything but secure. zoro was chill with whatever his girlfriend did. he trusted her, at first. she wanted to go to a party, he’d let her. she got a ride from some guy friend who was maybe his level of attractive? he didn’t care. but the same rules didn’t apply to him. zoro could be getting ready to go to work and his girlfriend would be up on him with accusations.

“i feel like you’re gonna go and fuck that bitch,” his girlfriend spat with venom, referring to you as he slid on his jeans. the green head couldn’t help but roll his eyes as she rambled on about disliking you. he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself lightly when he realized how crazy she was behind closed doors.

“well now i’mma go do that just cuz’ you said it,” he muttered, just trying to get underneath her skin. his girlfriend thought he was bluffing, but not with the way blood rushed to zoro’s dick at the thought of just being in your arms to cuddle tonight.

zoro doesn’t think twice either when it comes to pulling up to your crib. he parked in front of your cute little car, something he did to express his dominance over you in the way your cars together looked like a ‘his and hers’ pair. he was weird like that, but that’s just how much he felt for you fr.

by the time he gets to your door, his heart is already thumping in his chest. not in fear of getting caught, but instead at the sight of you in your tiny nightdress, two sizes to small to barely contain your wide hips and busty breasts.

you give him a blank look as you leaned against the threshold of the door. “ian call you for no weed.”

zoro gives you his million dollar smirk. “you should know that’s not the only reason i come over anymore.”

“yeah yeah to cheat on your girl, sure zoro,” you roll your eyes.

the green head kisses his teeth, “not cheating if i don’t want her.” with a step to the side, you helplessly let him in, and he wastes no time in kissing your lips. “missed you so damn much.”

“missed you too,” you can’t help but mutter against his lips. zoro wraps his hands around your waist and pulls your smaller frame against this larger own. his hands shamelessly wanter down to the fat of your ass as he grips it, giving it a reddening smack and repeating his actions.

zoro pulls away with one last peck to your lips. “how was your day mama?” he grabs your hand and drags you to the couch.

“fine,” you muttered with a bored expression, grabbing the remote to turn on the tv.

zoro furrows his eyebrow and snatches the remote from your hand. “what’s up wit’ you? you okay? talk to me.”

you shrug your shoulders. “i’m straight,” but your tone wasn’t convincing him otherwise.

zoro gives you a suspicious hum before pulling you into his lap. “what you doing tomorrow night?”

“probably homework,” you admit. “why?”

zoro can’t help but grin at you, flashing his gold canine pieces. “got us tickets to see that standup you been wanting to go to.”

your eyes can’t help but brighten at his words. “you lying.”

“i’m so deadass,” zoro laughed.

you kiss your teeth and slap his chest. “you don’t even like comedy!”

the greenhead gives you a shy shrug with a small blush flaming his tan cheeks. “they have an open bar, free sake so,” with a playful roll of your eyes, you kiss your teeth but smile. “so you gon’ stop giving me this bratty ass silent treatment?”

“whatever. you’re a whore for sake.”

“nah,” zoro shakes his head. “you ain’t hit me all week. you know what i had to go through not talking to you.”

you give him a sarcastic frown before pecking his lips. “aw, poor baby.” you move to pull away but are shocked when zoro grips your face and forces you back into his orbit.

how you found yourself half naked on his lip with your legs spread for him—you don’t know. damn mosshead was just that good.

“i got you,” zoro’s voice is all you hear as he steadies you on top of him with your back facing the tv. his one arm is all he needs to steady your body against his lip while he uses the other to start rubbing at you clit. “just touch me baby.”

a breath escapes from your throat as you find the courage to wrap your hand about his hard cock. his tip is an angry peach color as it oozes out pre cum, already excited from your touch. “like this daddy?”

“fuck, just like that mama,” zoro’s own breath hitches in his throat as he fights not to buck up into your grasp. “love the way you touch me. just like that baby. make me feel so safe.”

you’re almost shocked by the words leaving your mouth as you continue jerking him. the two of you hold an intimate scope of eye contact as you touch each other’s body, nothing being heard but the soft moans and breaths from your arousal.

“make you feel safe?” your voice is soft and sultry as you run your thumb over his tip. zoro can’t help but groan at his sensitivity, too late to even catch himseld. “feel safe when im loving you like this papa? you like that?”

“oh fuck, yes,” zoro whined, fully submitting to you. his girlfriend had never seen this side of him. every time he had sex with her, if he ever did, it was quick and to the point. no one was able to milk out this soft and vulnerable side to him but you. oh how you had his fucking heart and dick in the comfort of your pocket.

your legs are spread in front of zoro, giving him a complete view of what you were working it. somehow wanting to see you spread more, he grabs you by your thighs and opens you up more, practically salivating at the sight of your pretty clit glistening from his touch.

“you make me feel safe too,” you breath out with a blushed smile, trying to keep your pace with jerking zoro off. it was hard to do so when he was rubbing you nice and slow, just the way he knew you liked it.

at this point? it was all more than sex. zoro meant every word he uttered out, especially how you made him feel safe during his most vulnerable moments. only you bought this side out in him.

“fuck i’m almost there, zee.” you throw your head back and grind further into his touch.

“me too baby,” zoro breathed out, watching as cum oozed from his tip by the second. “you fuck me so good, no one does it like you—shit.”

you lick your lips as you lean over and spit on zoro’s cock, adding more lubricant to your already slippery movements. “like it when i stroke your fat cock papa? like this?”

“zoro bites his lip and nods his head. a whine fights to break through from his mouth as he lets out a broken “mhm. fuck, mama. keep going and you’ll make me cum.”

you take this as a challenge and speed up your movements with hopes to overstimulate him. zoro’s mouth falls open, and the tables inevitably turn when he’s shaking beneath you, watching you milk every drop of cum out of him. you hold your tongue out as he shoots his load upwards, droplets of his semen landing on your taste buds.

a greedy smile graces your lips as you continue jerking him off, more and more cum flying out from his sore tip by the second. “fucking hell—just like that just like that, fuck!” zoro moans loudly as he feels himself get drained.

you didn’t mind the fact that he came before you this time. watching this hard man come undone before you was enough to have you creaming all over his fingers right after. you too begin to breathe heavily as zoro maintians his circular movements against your clit.

when you’re both fucked out from your intimate session, zoro slides you onto his lap, your clit begrudgingly grinding against the base of his still hard dick. with his face in your neck, he breathes out, “i’ll break up with her. your eyebrows raise at his words. “if that’s what you want.” you waste no time in giving him a stern response.

“it is what i want.”

[wsknbfanaccnt]

How would Akashi react to seeing his girlfriend using his basketball jersey as pajamas ? 🤭💞 (You can add other knb characters you love too ! <3)

ok imma actually try working on requests omfg

OKAY BUT THIS IS SO CUTE and the fact that i literally have Sei's jersey and shorts askjdhfakjhdf

I HOPE U ENJOYYYY

Wearing their Jersey

Characters: Akashi, Midorima, Aomine

warning: mentions of groping because Aomine

Living in an apartment together has its ups and downs. You discover each other's quirks, and maybe you get into a compromise. But one of the pros is when your boyfriend just hopped into the shower and threw his jersey in the laundry hamper.

You glanced at the bathroom door and listened, making sure that the water was turned on before you try anything mischevious. As you hear the squeak of the handle and the gushing of the shower, you caved in and picked up their basketball jersey that they were wearing earlier.

Pressing the cloth to your nose you hummed in delight, a wave of serotonin going through your mind as you smelled their natural scent. It made you feel giddy, giggling quietly as you tried it on.

You looked in the mirror and did a little 360, seeing how the jersey was huge on you. The length was almost to your knees, like a dress. You twirled around in it, grabbing both sides of the jersey and pulling it back, highlighting your waist.

But perhaps you were enjoying too much. You didn't even hear the bathroom door open, your boyfriend right behind you.

For a few minutes, he didn't say anything. He just leaned against the wall with his hair wet, arms crossed, and relished the sight of you enjoying his jersey.

You twirled once again and finally got a glimpse of his bright red hair, your face slowly turning the same color.

"Sei-! I-I didn't know you were done with your shower..." you muttered in embarrassment, your arms trying to cover up the jersey that you were wearing.

"Hm... you should wear my jersey in public."

"What?!"

"You look stunning. Even more so that it has my number on it," he said with a slight smirk, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you turned to look at the mirror.

"Or perhaps I should have a custom one made," he suggested, placing little kisses in your hair. "Ah well, perhaps you would like this one better since you seem to enjoy my scent so much,"

"Sei, stoooppp...!"

"W-What are you doing with my jersey, nanodayo?!" your boyfriend bellowed from behind you. You quickly turned around to face him, seeing his cheeks with a tint of pink.

"Don't I look cute though??"

"That's dirty-! I haven't washed it, nanodayo!" he exclaimed, going up to you and pushing his glasses up.

"So... you don't think I'm cute?"

"That's not what I meant-!" you laughed softly, enjoying the sight of the tomato in front of you. He took a deep sigh, looking away in embarrassment.

"You... you do look really cute, nanodayo.." he muttered under his breath, glancing at you from the side. Satisfied you wrapped your arms around him, the greenhead giving in and hugging you back.

"You really do have to wash that jersey first, nanodayo.."

"Ugh fine, mom." you rolled your eyes as he fumed.

"Don't call me that!"

With one glance at you he smirked, checking you out from behind. But suddenly you felt hands grope your breasts, your blue haired boyfriend holding you tight.

"Hey hey, what's this now (y/n)??"

"Nothing, leave me alone," you joked, rolling your eyes and prying his hands off of you.

"You just can't get enough of me huh? You look hot in my jersey," he cooed, pulling away. He snaked his hands under it and around your waist, pulling you close to him.

"You think so?"

"Duh. It's my jersey,"

"You know, you should wear that while we-"

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[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

Vacation: Part Three

PART ONE PART TWO

Pairing :: OPLA!Sanji x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Semi-Exhibitionist(under the table deal), Light Fingering, Sex

Word Count ::  3,469

Summary :: Sanji is finally reunited with you

A/N :: A more perverted pathetic Sanji because GODDAMN. That is all and I am sorry if this feels a bit rushed- Thank you all for your support!

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“Sanji?” You asked quietly, almost afraid that if you spoke louder, you’d be waking up from some sort of hyper-realistic dream.

His stunned expression quickly shifted into a joyous smile. He ran up to you, scooping you up in his arms and twirling the two of you in the air.

“(Y/N)! I missed you so much!" He cried out. "Your beautiful voice! Your perfect smile! The way your nose scrunches up when I say something annoying! I've missed it all!" He put you down but kept his hands on your arms. "Especially the way your boo-"

WHAMP! A wooden staff came slamming down on his head, nearly knocking him to the ground.

"Sanji, how many times have Robin and I told you to quit going around harassing women!" A redhead lady showed up behind him, followed by a black-haired one and a green-haired man. She gave you an apologetic smile as the man stepped forward to pick Sanji up. "I'm sorry about him, miss. He's a flirt and can get carried away when he sees a pretty lady sometimes."

You laughed awkwardly, cheeks flaring up due to memories from the past. "Oh trust me, I know how heart-eyed he can get."

The women each raised their brows, surprised by your comment. The man didn't seem to care, instead being preoccupied by holding Sanji back. He was holding him with one arm and covering his mouth with the other, his voice being muffled by his friend. Sanji was clearly upset; he couldn't explain that you weren't a random stranger he decided to hit on.

"Do you know each other?" The dark-haired woman asked.

You nodded, eyes moving past them and over to the blond. "We know each other quite well actually. I guess you could call us special friends."

The man released him. He walked back up to you, muttering under his breath about how the green man smelled. 

His mood seemed to pick up once his focus was back on you. He reached a hand up to brush your hair behind your ear, the tips of his fingers grazing past your cheeks. He didn't pull his hand away after resting it on your shoulder. He couldn't say it at the moment with his friends around, but he missed how you felt in his hold.

"How are you, darling?" He asked in his usual charming voice.

You smiled warmly up at him. “Happy to see you’ve made yourself some new friends.”

“They’re my crewmates. Don’t get too scared now, but,” He leaned down close to your ear, “I’m a pirate.”

His hot breath hitting your ear sent a familiar tingle down your spine and your fading blush intensified.

He backed away, quickly introducing you to the three before you, all the while rubbing a small circle into your shoulder with his thumb. Nami, the redhead, was their navigator, Robin, the tallest, was their archeologist, and Zoro, the greenhead, was their first mate. Sanji, naturally, was the crew’s cook. They had ported into town for a quick stay, leaving the day after tomorrow.

“So, do you think I could stay at your place tonight?” The question was so sudden, you almost didn’t know how to answer in front of his friends.

“Oh, erm, I wouldn’t mind it. I’ll need to get a few more ingredients then to make sure I have enough for both of us,” You mumbled, attention finally returning to the vegetables you had come to purchase.

“Sanji, it’s rude to suddenly ask someone if you can stay with them, especially if you didn’t give them a heads-up in advance,” Nami scolded.

“I don’t mind!” You were quick to defend him. “It’s no trouble at all, especially since we have so much to catch up on. In fact, I wouldn’t mind having you three over for dinner as well.”

“Really?” All four of the pirates asked in sync.

Sanji seemed to be a bit annoyed, while the other three were genuinely surprised by your hospitality. You reassured the lot that it was fine, especially since you could easily get all the extra ingredients you needed since you were already in the market. Zoro was the only one to decline the offer and instead offered to break the news to their captain that Sanji wouldn’t be cooking dinner for them tonight, so they'd have to find someplace to grab grub.

-

On the walk back to your home with Sanji and the other ladies, you started a small conversation with Robin and Nami.

“So, (Y/N), what do you do for work?” Robin asked.

“I work for Greylock Trading, a merchant company.”

“I’ve heard of Greylock Trading when I was a kid,” Nami said. “They used to come by my hometown to buy tangerines.”

You nodded. “That was in the early days. Greylock started with basic produce eventually moving up to luxury goods like fine silks or rare paints.”

“You must get to see a lot of interesting places working for such an impressive merchant.”

“I did.” Your smile fell a bit at Robin’s comment. “Long story short, a few years ago, Greylock fell ill and the captain of his ship retired so he could take care of him. Ever since, we’ve downsized considerably and just work from here.”

You could feel Sanji’s hand squeeze yours. “Is that why you never came back to Baratie?” 

“Yes. Greylock asked me to stay and help him restructure the business. He and Captain Tommy are father figures to me, so it was near impossible for me to decline, despite how much it saddened me to stop traveling. Now that everything’s settled with the business though I’ve found myself feeling a bit melancholy as of late.”

Greylock and Captain Tommy had tried to convince you to join a different crew so you could travel once more, but you refused. You didn’t want to leave them behind to join a brand new crew full of strangers. It didn’t feel right to you.

“All she ever talked about when we were together was traveling and all the different places she had been to and all the different places she was excited to see,” Sanji explained to his friends. Quickly, he then whispered to you, “At least, that’s when you weren’t a babbling mess.”

You quickly hit his shoulder, embarrassed that he’d make such a comment in front of others.

His teasing behavior didn’t end there.

When you got back to your place, he helped you in the kitchen while the girls made themselves comfortable in your living room. Your kitchen was small, but one would think it was cramped with how Sanji was acting. Whenever you were trying to grab something from one of the cabinets, he’d come up from behind you conveniently also needing to grab something. His body would push against yours, trapping you against the counter with one hand fondling your breast. A scheme so he could grind against your ass for a moment.

When you were chopping up some lettuce, he came up from behind you and placed his hands on top of yours to help you “properly” chop the lettuce. He would lower his head down to your neck, claiming it was easier for him to see if he rested his head there. A ploy so he could kiss your neck.

It didn’t end in the kitchen.

Once dinner was served, you sat next to Sanji and Robin sat with Nami opposite you two. The three of them started to enthrall you with tales of their adventures on the sea, making you a bit envious of their wayfaring.

You didn’t have much time to feel sorry for yourself though, as midway through dinner, Sanji’s hand fell under the table and began petting up and down your thigh. At first, you decided to act normal and ignore it. You two were at a table in front of his friends, there’s no way he would be dumb-

“Hmph-!” Your body tensed, feeling his hand slide up your skirt and in between your thighs.

You clamped your thighs together hoping to halt him in his tracks. Your head snapped to him, but he remained unfazed, acting as if nothing had happened.

Unfortunately for you, he was able to wriggle his hand just enough to get closer to your panties. He pushed his finger against you, pushing your underwear to the side to stroke your growing wet folds. After that, he stuck one long finger in, pumping slowly with just one finger.

You gulped, biting the inside of your bottom lip, hoping to stay silent. You’d be mortified if Robin and Nami found out what you two were doing right now.

Sanji didn’t do much else after he started fingering you. He continued that slow pumping pace, not doing too much so you could act normal and giving you just enough to be excited for when dinner ended. He only pulled because you started to clean up the table while they were still around.

Eventually, it was time for you to say goodbye to your two guests.

“It was nice meeting you, (Y/N).”

“Same here, Robin. I’m glad you two enjoyed the meal.”

“It was delicious, thank you so much for having us.”

“And if Sanji gives you any trouble, just come and find us. We know how he can get.”

You chuckled, walking the two towards the door. “No worries, Nami. I know how to deal with him too. Have a nice night!”

“Bye!”

Almost the second the door shut and you two were alone, Sanji shoved his tongue in your mouth and wrapped his arms around you. His hands roamed your body, jumping from caressing your thighs to your ass to your breasts. He was so needy.

You struggled to keep up with his pace, but you couldn't break away. He was refusing to let you go. His kiss was so messy and rough, that you were sure your lips would be puffy by the time he pulled away.

His hand that was fondling your breast pulled away, hurriedly working on removing your blouse, something he had to stop the kiss for. Your head was dizzy with how he had rushed you, you almost didn't pick up on how eager he was to see your bare chest. His eyes lit up once your bra was removed.

"God, I've missed your boobs."

He reached down past your skirt to grab onto the back of your thighs and they hooked around him instinctually. He carried you over to the table you two had just been having dinner at and placed you down. His face fell straight into your chest, kissing and nipping your flesh. His hands latched onto your nipples to start pinching and rolling the buds in his fingers.

His crotch was directly against yours, allowing you to feel his erection growing. You started to move your hips against his, remembering the tingling pleasure he always gave you. He was eager as well, as he started to grind into you.

"Sanji," You moaned softly, hand reaching out to tug his hair.

He groaned at the action, and the speed of his hips picked up creating more friction. He removed a hand from your breast, reaching around to squeeze your ass and pull your body closer to his.

You were about to beg him to start fucking you, needing more than this to push you to cum, until you noticed the expression on his face. His eyes were tightly shut and he was biting his bottom lip. He was desperate to cum, now.

You had never seen him so worked up before, it turned you on, even more, to know he was being like this for you. If there wasn't a wet patch on his pants before due to your soaked panties, there certainly was one now.

"Fuuuck," He said, a mix between a whine and a moan.

So entranced by the sight before you, you decided to let him finish like this, already coming up with a plan for the aftermath. A bit of revenge for how he acted during the meal if you will.

His speed was getting faster, and his hold on your ass and tit tighter. "I just- I need-" He was struggling with his words, clearly lost in his head.

"Are you close to cumming for me, Sanji?" You asked in a teasing tone.

He completely froze, his face turning red with embarrassment for the first time since you met him all those years ago.

"(Y-Y/N)- I didn't mean to-" He struggled, stammering out a sentence, but his words were silenced when you slid your hands down his pants and cupped his length in your hand.

You could feel him throbbing in your palm, he was so close that he was already twitching in your hand. "It's okay, Sanji. I'll let you finish, but then we play my way. Okay?"

You squeezed your hand around his dick at the end, earning a small shaky breath. After he quickly agreed, you pulled your hand out of his pants, allowing him to continue grinding on you.

You pushed your breasts together for him, to which he happily planted his face in between.

He bit down roughly on your right tit when he finally started to cum in his pants, his hips jerking against your wet clothed cunt. When his peak ended, he raised his head from your breasts, trying to steady his breathing.

You hopped off of the table, grabbed his hand, and led him to your bedroom. "You know, I always remember you making fun of me for being so needy all the time. I guess the tables have turned now, huh?"

"It's… it's been a while okay?"

"I can tell," You said while pushing him down on your bed.

You pulled down your underwear before lifting your skirt to reveal your exposed wet pussy before moving to straddle him. You worked on unclothing him, carefully undoing each button on his shirt while rolling your crotch against his. In no time, you could feel him hardening up again.

Once you got his shirt off, leaving on his tie, you repositioned yourself to sit right below the hem of his pants. You zipped his pants open and pulled them down, along with his underwear, springing free his messy cock. It was smeared in sperm from before, already lubed up when you wrapped a hand around it.

You scooted closer so you were able to bring his tip to your entrance. You moved it up and down your slick folds, humming at the feeling, already ready to be filled up. But you had to be strong, remembering how you wanted to get payback.

He jerked his hips in your hands. "Love, I'm begging you. You've already made me wait such a long time."

You put your hands on his chest, raising your hips so your entrance was right above him. "I said I was sorry." You began to move your wet cunt against his length, not allowing the sweet tightness he desired. "Don't you forgive me, Sanji?"

He let out a shaky moan, feeling your slick folds slide up and down his length. His tip was so close to entering each time you went up his dick, only for you to slowly slide back down.

His hands went up to cup your face, thumbs tracing against your cheeks. He pressed a long deep kiss onto you. It was so unlike the kiss from before, with there being a slow passion to it, he was able to distract you.

You gasped into the kiss, feeling him push his cock into you. He pulled away with a devilish smirk, continuing to push until he was all the way in you. You started to whimper, it had been such a long time since anyone filled you up.

"I do, darling. And that's why I'm so happy you're not going to get upset with me for breaking our little agreement." He pulled out a bit before thrusting up into you, earning a moan.

He wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you closer to him so your chest was flush against his. He continued to thrust into you. He had quickly developed a pattern, he did a few shallow thrusts, not pulling out very much, before pulling out nearly all the way, leaving only his tip in you, then rammed himself back in only to repeat the process.

Each time he pulled out more, he hit hard, and with each thrust your moaning got louder and louder. His moaning grew in volume as well, as your walls tightened with each deep thrust.

This feeling was getting him close, along with watching you on top of him. Since you were flat against him, he could feel your breasts bouncing up and down on him with the thrusts. His favorite part about this though, was that your face was clear for him to see. Your half-lidded eyes, the small 'o' shape your mouth was in got bigger each time you moaned loudly.

Eventually, your entire body tightened and you began to spasm. Your walls clenched, finally hitting your high. Sanji wasn’t far behind, as seconds after you came you could feel his cock twitching inside of you and hot spurts of cum poured into you.

“I hope you don’t have plans tomorrow,” Sanji breathed out.

“Why?” You asked in between pants.

“Because,” He pulled out of you, beginning to reposition you two, “I don’t plan on stopping until you’re exhausted.”

Your palms fell flat against your bed as you found yourself on all fours now. His hands went down to hold your ass, his now hard again dick ramming into you from behind. He was much rougher this time with his thrusting, and his hold on you was tight so you couldn’t pull away.

At this faster pace of his, it didn’t take long until your arms gave out and your top half fell against the bed. You bounced your ass in the air with him, hoping he’d hit deeper with each thrust. So fixated on cumming again, you didn’t notice how his grip had loosened and that he had slowed down again.

“There’s my good girl,” He moaned. “So desperate to cum around my cock.”

-

Your eyes fluttered open, feeling a pair of arms wrapped around you along with a leg thrown over yours. Your vision began to clear and you saw a blond sleeping in your bed. The events of the night before began to play in your head, reminding yourself why your body was so sore.

“Hm… I guess you were telling the truth when you said I’d pass out.”

“Of course I was. I’d never lie to you, love,” His eyes opened.

You narrowed your eyes. “How long have you been up?”

He shrugged. “A while.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Because I made you do a lot last night. Plus, I enjoyed how peaceful you looked when you were asleep. I was trying to save it in my memory in case…” His voice trailed off, afraid to finish his sentence.

“In case what?”

“In case… you said no to being a pirate with me.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

He sat up, and you followed. “I want you to join the Straw Hat Pirates. It’s a really friendly crew, aside from Zoro. Everyone’s nice, aside from Zoro. You’ve already met three of them, and got along great with them, aside from Zoro, but he’s just a grump. And I’m sure Luffy would be fine with it.”

“Who’s Luffy again?”

“He’s the captain. He’s a good kid, and he could use a negotiator.”

You fell silent, contemplating his offer for a bit longer than he’d like.

“Alright, I’ll join.”

Sanji continued to plead with you to join, having not fully processed your answer. “Please, (Y/N). You’ll get to travel again, and sure, we’ll have to deal with occasional bad- Excuse me?”

“I said, I’ll join. I’ve already helped out Greylock and there’s not much left for me here anyway. What I want is to travel on the sea again, going to new distant lands with you.”

“(Y/N)...”

You grabbed his hand, smiling happily up at him, knowing you’d be starting a brand new chapter in your life. Unlike all the other ship crews that had offered you a spot amongst them, you didn’t feel like you would fit in. Joining The Straw Hats felt right somehow, especially since someone you were close with was already a part of the crew.

The sweet moment you two shared ended shortly, as in your peripheral line of sight, you saw a tent rising in the sheets.

“Really?” You asked, throwing the blanket up to expose his erection.

“You’re just so cute when you’re sincere!”

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[ismagulnitatay]

Zoro, the Blasphemer

ZoSan Fic by @ismagulnitatay

TAGS: Smut, Body Worship, Praise Kink

TRIGGER & CONTENT WARNING: This piece contains themes that some readers may find disturbing and/or may not be suitable for younger audiences, including implications of sexual activities and use of religious figures. Reader discretion is advised. Lastly, this piece is inspired by Hozier's Take Me To Church. Listening to it may provide you a better reading experience.

SUMMARY: Zoro never worshipped a god—not if it's not Sanji.

Gods and deities are only a portion of the things Zoro considers fake and nonsensical. They are but an escape—an excuse people use whenever something goes either wrong or well.

Misfortunes? Blessings? Fate?

Why would one drag someone, or something, that only exists in people's mind? Something that only appeared because of whoever's idea one day after realizing, "Oh, maybe someone somewhere is bringing us all these things because we did a good thing?" or "I cannot believe these are all happening to me. Someone must be giving me a punishment for being a bad guy."

"I never once prayed to God." Zoro told his crewmate during the time they were up against a so-called god, who was never really a god to begin with.

With all his blasphemous remarks, the swordsman would most probably end up in hell if such figures really do exist. Would he care? No, not at all for he believes that people are responsible for things happening to them. He knows in himself that whether he wins or loses, it is because of his skills and power, not some figure up in the sky.

However, Zoro has a secret—something not known to anyone but one.

"You are mine. Your body, your soul... all of you belongs to me." The locks of the only being who deserves to be called god would dance in every shift of his head, the blond hues dyeing every strand of his hair dazzled before the gleaming illumination of mere candles. His voice is a temptation one would let themselves be allured into, and Zoro would not hesitate to be enticed.

If he will be thrown deep down in the hottest pits of hell after death, then he will gladly serve for the rite of worship befitting his god. The hands of the divine man are his guide, his blood is his wine, his lips are his bread, and his body is his temple. The only heaven he will be sent to was with him alone.

"Sanji..." The swordsman would call for the name of his one and only deity as he knelt before him, daring to let his sinful lips touch every inch of his god's porcelain skin to show his devotion—the veneration of the cook.

"Hold me in your arms, Zoro." Even with his flushed face, he looked perfect begging for his faithful swordsman. In every shift of the greenhead's force, the cook would ask for more. He needed more of Zoro's worshipping, and the latter would without a doubt provide him with what he asked. Like a dog following his master's order.

All the lies darted at each other in their every spat reveals its true intent during their sacred mass. The crow's nest serving as the shrine of their sacrosanct union—the church that takes them to the heaven they have always desired.

Even death would not kill Zoro's reverence for Sanji. He would even offer himself up for the cook: to protect and to serve him.

"Faster... more..."

If scars on the back are a swordsman's shame, the nails digging on the greenhead's back were honors he received from Sanji. With the flickering lights from the candles surrounding them, fire pooled low down their abdomen as they reached salvation—a salvation for offering themselves to each other and acknowledging the innocence of their sins.

Lips over lips, sweat over sweat, groans and moans, and a grotto for a pagan.

Zoro has a secret—something not known to anyone but Sanji. He is in fact a follower of god, the god he worships in the bedroom.

Perhaps fate was true after all.

A god who let himself be touched by a lowly sinner, and a sinner who brought down the god from above. Zoro is a blasphemer indeed, and in hell is where they will both create a new heaven.

[licht1900]

wanted to play some stardew valley, but discovered I simply cannot be normal about anything anymore.

ofc i'm playing as a greenhead lesbian who went for the only blonde female bachelor available. ofc i've got two gay zosan goats (idk why goats, I just like goats).

(i gather so much moss anytime i can.)

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