#whoreknee

[funkydysfunktion]

You fine ass tumblr girls just ain’t cutting it, I need some physical touch in my life🥺

[redriverdoe]

my ovulation cycle needs to end right now or someone's gonna get hurt. i feel like a rabid animal!!!

[klarsynt]

he just doesn't have it in him today to fix this. they'll sort it out. or they won't. one way or the other. they're all adults, capable and maybe they have baggage but goddamn if he isn't sick of carrying everyone's weight all the time. maybe he puts it on his own shoulders. he can't help himself. somewhere along the way they started relying on him to shoulder the burdens. one of these days he's going to crack. maybe he already is a little right now. a muscle pulses in his jaw as he stalks through the hall. he only stops once they're a little ways from the dining room, out of earshot and eyesight. emil leans into the wall, even his head tipped back against it. he stares up at the ceiling and sighs. then his eyelashes flutter as his gaze flicks back down towards her.

maybe he should be stern with her for her part in stirring shit up. yet everyone inside there is responsible for themselves and maybe he is getting exhausted with the way they look at her. her and what's inside her. it's half her and half him and every time someone even glances at her wrong it feels like a slight against him too. emil wordlessly reaches out and hooks a finger into one of her belt loops. he doesn't tug harshly or quickly, he just pulls her closer with a steady, self assured strength.

it's easy. too easy sometimes, to stirr the pot in this place. one word, and it easily set someone off. none of them seems to have learned how to control themselves, and it's amusing to say the least. doesn't help that she is good at knowing which points to push on. which leads into an argument. which, in turn, pull almost everyone into a loud, sometimes violent altercation when together like this. not that freya seems to be any better. sitting by her side, snide comments are let out at just the right time, which only seems to heat the arguments up further. selfishly perhaps, she quite like this side of emil. sitting in the back, it's easy to watch him and the somewhat broody, disappointed look on his face while watching it all play out.

bite into her cheek as he push off the wall and yeah, it's a little bit funny. and honestly, why shouldn't she ? they look at her like she's so bad, but they're no better themselves. it's fun, seeing their picture perfect mask slip. show who they really are. getting up from her seat and hands tuck into the pockets of her pants as she walk after him, sidestepping a couple of guys who's two seconds away from punching each other by the looks of it, stepping out and into the hallway after a few moments, dark gaze slide across the space.

[sanjifucker42069]

Calm Him Down- Sanji x Reader

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: mentions of Sora Vinsmoke. Sanji has a panic attack. First ever hurt/comfort lmao, so there's that. Slight OOC as Sanji kinda breaks down, letting people in without costing an arm and a leg, the stubborn bastard. Reader's gender is not specified, but you do sleep in the women's quarters, which like, look at the gender ratio on the Sunny. There's heaps more room in the women's quarters, makes sense to chuck you there. 

It's up to you how you read their relationship here. In my mind they're close friends pining for each other, but it could easily be read as platonic or established relationship.

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It was a peaceful day on the Sunny; the seabirds were squawking, the ocean lapped at the boat lazily, and Zoro and Sanji were arguing. Go figure. Your eyebrow twitched, where you say at the kitchen table giving you perfect access to the argument. You don't even remember how it started, probably something banal. Beside you, Chopper was reading a book, fully immersed in its pages. You tried tuning out most of the fight.

"You're lucky I don't come over there and kick the shit out of you. I've had enough of your disgraceful behaviour." Sanji growled.

Zoro regarded the blonde with a sneer. “What shit-cook, you gonna cry to mummy about it?”

CRASH. SLAM. 

You whipped your head to the kitchen, seeing Sanji staring down the swordsman with barely-contained fury. Blood turning to ice, your breath hitched. You’d never seen the sweet cook look so murderous. There was a fire in his eyes that broke your heart, like it was a glimpse to the true man underneath. You swear you could catch a hint of vulnerability, but he was stamping that down, waves of violent palpable pain rolling off him.

“You know nothing about my mother, so shut the fuck up.”

The silence that flooded the room was suffocating. You flinched, physically feeling how all warmth was sucked from the air. Sanji growled, deep and furious.

“Get the fuck out of my kitchen. All of you.”

“Hey, I didn’t me-” Zoro started weakly.

“Sanji.” You breathed.

“Get. out.” The snarl that rewarded you knocked the wind out of you. Wordlessly you collected Chopper, taking him by the hand and helping him out of his seat. The reindeer looked shocked, tears threatening to spill. You rubbed small circles into the fur above his hoof with your thumb. Sparing him one last glance, you grabbed Zoro by the ear with your free hand, dragging the hissing man. If you purposefully pinched hard, then who was to say. Surreptitiously you flicked your eyes to the cook, but Sanji had his back to you, arms bracing the kitchen counter. His hands were clutching the wood in a vice-like grip, none too gentle. You sighed, hauling the two out of the galley. Softly, you let go of Chopper’s hand and pulled the heavy door closed. Your fingers pinched Zoro’s ear hard one last time, before releasing. 

Before the swordsman could open his mouth, you shushed him. “I know. I know, okay, there’s no way any of us could’ve known. Just. Go cool down. It does no good, us being here.”

Zoro’s lips thinned into a blank stare. He muttered out a simple “Yeah,” before turning and leaving the immediate area. With a small nod you crouched down to the small doctor, cradling his little face.

“Hey Chop? It’s okay, okay? He’s gonna be okay. Do you think you could tell the others to stay clear of the kitchen for a while? Maybe you could make something to calm him down?” It was imperative you kept Chopper busy. The cute boy nodded, sniffing back his tears. You ruffled his hat against his head. “There’s our doctor! Thank you sweetheart.”

Once the small reindeer had left you leant against the door, heart breaking. In all your time as a crew, from Merry to Sunny, you had never seen Sanji so upset. Yeah, the man had a temper, but not a severe temper. Sanji could always be calmed down or diverted. It was clear. He was hurt. When you thought about it, you don’t think you’d ever heard Sanji talk about his family. You sat there in silence for a few moments before you heard it.

Tears?

No, fuck that. You don’t care if he banned you all from the kitchen, you weren’t going to let him cry alone. As quiet as you could, you crept back into the galley. Sanji was nowhere to be seen. Impossible. You’d heard him. 

“Sanji?” You asked quietly. 

The silence of the kitchen was unsettling. You weren’t imagining it, there was an almost imperceivable sniffle. The room felt suffocating, hurt and panic strangling the air. You began inspecting the room, making your way to the kitchen island. That’s when you heard it, a small voice, deep and rasping, but trying so hard to not be heard.

“Please go away.”

Oh.

You peered over the kitchen island to find him. Sanji was curled inwards, sitting on the ground. His knees were drawn to his chest, head lowered. He looked utterly defeated, slightly shaking as he held back tears. Before your brain could even process you had rounded the island at a rate of knots, sliding to a crouch. You held your hands out like you were trying not to startle him. Sanji flinched at hearing you, no, feeling you so close.

“I said go away.”

“I’m not leaving you Sanji.” 

“Go. Away.” The mumble that escaped his crying form broke you. 

“You would have to kill me for me to leave. Come here.” Sanji ignored you, his arms cradling his own body. A sigh broke its way out of your chest. He looked so small, like a boy trying hard to be brave. The shaking increased in frequency with your words. You couldn’t let him suffer like this alone. “I’m sorry Sanji, but I’m not leaving.”

The man jumped as if electrocuted when you wrapped your arms around him. You took advantage of his surprise, pulling his head against your chest. Sanji struggled, trying to distance himself, but you latched harder. The push and pull continued for a while, until you heard Sanji sigh shakily. He went limp, allowing you to pull him to you, one hand smoothing his hair, the other clinging to his back.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, just let me be here for you.”

That did it. Sanji grabbed at you, wrapping his hands around your back, crushing you. It was a desperate attempt, clumsy and clawing, clear the man was upset. You grunted quietly at the pressure, trying not to startle him. It was quickly apparent you didn’t have to worry about making a noise, as you felt your shirt become damp with tears, Sanji desperately trying to cry quietly. You knew what Sanji was like. It would scare him off if you acknowledged his tears. All you could do was try comforting him, rubbing his back and kissing his hair.

“She’s dead.”

Your breath hitched. No wonder he reacted the way he did. You tried to not feel furious with Zoro, he didn't know, but the anger was still there. Soft sobs permeated the air, each sound chipping at your heart.

"Oh Ji." You sighed, hugging him even harder. He'd have to suffocate soon with how tight you held him, but you noted how he clung to you, as if he was afraid you'd disappear. Sanji's words were clipped and shaky.

"Died when I was a kid. My fault she died, was too weak."

Shock invaded your senses, a freezing feeling travelling through your veins. You weren't sure what he meant, but you knew in your bones there was no way that was right. Sanji always struck you as a sensitive individual, all the more to cement your belief that he wasn't at fault for whatever he was thinking. "No honey, no, that's not true."

“I miss her.” Sanji’s voice was hoarse.

“I know.” You cooed softly, delicately carding your fingers through his hair. "She must have been an amazing woman if she birthed such a wonderful son."

That was the wrong move. It was like a dam burst. Sanji began crying hard, torn between seeking your comfort and escaping. You felt the tendrils of panic surfacing as you watched him struggle to breathe between sobs. Sanji's heart rate picking up, he began shaking in your arms. You watched horrified as he tried to downplay it and seem unaffected, but you knew better.

"Oh, fuck. Ji? Sanji? I'm so sorry. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault, okay?"

Your attempt failed, and you felt Sanji pull away. Shit. Shit, he was having a panic attack. It shattered your heart as you watched him hyperventilate, unable to calm down. Without thinking you cupped his cheeks, forcing him to stare at you.

"Sanji. Honey. Its going to be okay. Breathe with me, okay? In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Try with me. Good." You coached him through, trying to encourage deeper breaths. Sanji's visible eye was bloodshot and frantic, eye flitting between your facial features. You noted his eye was not focused on anything in particular, he seemed distant. His nose was red, no doubt sore from sniffling. Shaky breaths escaped him, and you tried desperately to seem calm. "Eyes on me. Breathe. You're okay, you're here on the Sunny. We're here. You're doing good baby."

Breathe. 

Breathe with me.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Sanji crumpled against you once his breathing was finally steady. You cradled him, rocking the two of you gently. You were certain Sanji would prefer to just exist in the silence, but you couldn't help the word vomit that escaped.

"You don't have to go through this alone Sanji. You have us, you have Zeff and the Baratie. You have Nami, and Robin, and Luffy. Usopp, Brook, Franky, Chopper. Fuck even Zoro!" You were rambling, tears of your own escaping. "And me. I'll always be here if you feel overwhelmed. You can't get rid of us Sanji. We love you."

"Why?" His voice cracked. "Why waste your time?"

Sanji froze as you tilted his chin up to stare at him. You eyes were serious and vulnerable. "Time spent with you is never wasted. You are capable of being loved, and I'll be damned if I let you think otherwise."

You watched as Sanji stuttered out a shaky sigh.

"Your mum would be proud of you Sanji." Anxious, you continued. Sanji's breath hitched. "I'm sure she'd see the man I see before me; who's kind beyond a fault, who is sweet and sensitive. Who can cook the most mouthwatering dishes, who protects and cares for those around him. You're a good person Sanji. You need to let yourself believe that."

You were rewarded with a teary smile, one not reaching the eyes. Sanji looked tired, dark under eyes and pale skin. With a smile back, you gestured to get up. The quizzical look he gave you warming your heart.

"C'mon. I'll kick the girls out for a couple hours. You look exhausted, come take a nap with me."

"Oh, no I couldn't. I need to finish making dinner, a-and it wouldn't be right for me to-mmph." 

You silenced him with a gentle finger to his lips. "We're mostly adults Ji. One night of subpar food from Usopp's cooking is not going to kill us. Now c'mon."

Sanji let you lead him to the girl's quarters, specifically your bed. He watched where your hand held his, it looked like they were made for each other. In any other circumstance he'd blush and coo over the display, but right now he felt beyond exhausted, a weariness deep in his bones. He weakly protested as you took off his jacket.

"Get comfy. I'll be right back." Your voice was quiet and warm. Sanji wanted to melt. Instead, he nodded and sat down on your bed. In another situation, he might squeal and bury himself in your scent, or be embarrassed at how in charge you were. Instead, he removed his shoes, placing them neatly on the floor near your bed. He sat there awkwardly, eyelids heavy from tiredness and crying. 

The door squeaked back open. 

"Got you some water and some painkillers. I know I always get a wicked headache after I cry." Sanji gratefully took the pills, knocking it back with the full glass. He didn't realise how parched he was. Slipping your shoes off, you crawled behind him, making yourself comfortable. Sanji could see you spread out on the small bed out of the corner of his eyes. He watched you spread your arms out.

Wordlessly the lanky man laid down next to you, shuffling into your warm embrace. Sanji lightly startled when you pulled the blanket over the two of you, before you closed your arms, hugging him gently. The feeling of your hand back in his hair was comforting, so too was the small humming of Binks' Sake, lulling him gently to sleep. Before he could pass out he nuzzled against you.

"Thank you (name)."

"Anytime Sanji. Get some sleep."

And sleep he did, soon drifting off in your arms. Once you made sure he was fully asleep you frowned. Poor man. He really didn't know how precious he was. His soft snores rewarded you, and you felt your own lids get heavy. You couldn't help it, and so, cradling your own treasure, you fell asleep tangled around him.

[absbby]

me tweaking because sevika isn’t a real person and i can’t have her

[katasstrophy]

Y'know how everyone keeps calling chigiri princess? Imagine ruining the nickname for him because you keep using it while fucking his brains out, and now whenever someone calls him princess, all he can think of is you 💦💦

cw. [n]ѕfω. mdni! slight exнiвiтiσniѕм (his teammates can hear you fucking). αnαℓ fingering (m. receiving). mention of ρegging. spit. use of pet name (princess + slut once). dom + kinda mean reader. // literally don’t know what came over me as i wrote this this is so messy bye.

HELP i’m not even that much of a chigiri girlie but i just know he’d be so into this. this man loves to pamper himself, so if it’s you who does the pampering while he can just sit back and enjoy it, or even better, take all you have to give him <3 he’s on cloud nine. only problem now is that he has to develop the blandest poker face in existence for when his teammates still throw the nickname at him, so they don’t catch on to all the obscene scenes replaying in his head from last night when he whimpered all wanton and pretty for you sobs :((

bonus if he somehow forgot to make it clear to you that you’re not the only one who calls him princess, and you happen to randomly find out one day when you come to pick him up from practice and overhear his teammates teasing him. safe to say you’re less than happy about this discovery and plan to make it abundantly clear where you stand on the matter :((

“so you just let anyone under the sun call you princess, huh, hyoma? don’t they know i’m the only one who can call you that? that you’re my pretty little princess? maybe i should let them hear just how sweet you moan for me, hm?”

chigiri’s instantly so hard in his practice shorts that leave barely anything to the imagination, cockhead leaking a steady trail of pre cum. how can he not, when you basically conditioned him to be a needy mess at your mercy when the sinful curves of your lips mouth the word princess.

but you don’t plan on touching his pretty, flushed cock today when you drag him into the women’s locker room that shares a thin wall with the men’s where his teammates are still changing - this is a punishment, after all. poor chigiri is left to pathetically thrust the air, his painfully throbbing dick chasing stimulation that’s simply not there. you ungracefully bend him over the bathroom sink to lewdly spread his ass, spitting on his quivering hole that’s still a little stretched from how hard you fucked into it last night.

chigiri can't help but yelp as you sink two fingers into the tight ring of muscles, steadily easing them in, pumping the digits into his ass until he can take it to your knuckles and then to the brim. but once he’s prepped, all semblance of compassion leaves your body as you build up a rapid pace, the saliva you spat between his cheeks as a lubricant squelching noisily from how hard you finger fuck him. and while chigiri fights to keep all his shameless keening at bay, your voice drips with faux-sympathy.

“come on, princess, you know i don’t like it when you hide your pretty sounds from me. open that slut mouth and let me hear. let them hear how you actually sound when someone calls your princess. you want to be good for me, no? i won’t stop playing with your ass until you cum. my princess, isn’t that right?”

chigiri’s far too gone to blabber more than a breathy “yes, yes, please” to you, common sense too clouded to keep quiet for his teammates who have gone strangely silent on the other side of the wall. he wants to cum so bad he’s humping your fingers in time with your brutal thrusts, the tension suddenly too much as his back arches, his orgasm shuddering through his body and hot, sticky ropes of his spend landing on the floor while he rides out his pleasure.

“there you go, such a good boy for me, hyoma. was that so hard now, princess?” 

and chigiri thinks no, of course it wasn’t :( he’d do it again and again without you so much as having to ask. you’re right, after all - he’s your princess, no one else’s, and it’s about time the others learned that <3

[escapisttt]

my amazing friend just drew the most jaw dropping, panty soaking, hormone imbalancing, sweat dripping, mouth frothing, orgasm inducing art of my husband milo greer and i. i genuinely. haaanghnhngn. rose toy flew to my hand like thors hammer/nsrs. my brain is literally blanking like i can’t properly explain how. ughhhungh.! just know i bounce on the d every night

@thesolaireslawyer you’re perfect i’m forever in your debt and gratitude.

edit: CHECK THE REBLOGS FOR THE ART!!

[k1w1g1rlbye]

Love when a peanits is happy to see me

[foxgl-ove]

normal people aren’t breathless when a man forces your hand to his heart to feel the fragment of violent power within him that would cause irreparable damage if he died

normal people don’t get heart palpitations when he holds your hand a little longer, almost reluctantly letting it go after you painfully feel the shard lodged in his chest

normal people aren’t like this at all

[temporarilyunspokensneezes]

The deep feral desire to pull someone's hand away at the last moment so that they can't pinch their nose shut to stifle, forcing them to sneeze unrestrained and unexpectedly. Maybe they're too caught off guard to even turn away and they end up misting the both of you as a result

[youcarvedopenmyheart]

in the shower…so vulnerable….if only someone would walk in and dry hump me….sigh….

[gravednger]

its barely sunday but iso loves gentle but firm domination. grab them by the hair to get their attention and thennnn gently put them into whatever position you want. make them feel safe! but make sure they listen!

[fairyofthehollow]

i need a kiss rn

[fyodior]

hi flora first of all i would like to say fuck you(affectionate) for making me have (lowkey) thing for piss, i got this scenario in my head about having a guy bouncing on my strap, crying and whimpering because he accidentally pee and that's when i realize it's an awakening. I can't see myself peeing to be something that would turn me on but imagining a partner that cries because they soiled the bed was kind of mmm (I can picture Dazai in here)

well fuck u too baby mwah mwah mwah

and yes …. yes u perfectly get it ……. a whiny whiny man (dazai) who has to pee so so badly but can’t fathom giving up the way your strap is ramming right into his g-spot over and over as he bounces on your lap, and surely he can hold it just a little while longer just until he comes- whoopsieeeee he pees <3

errgghhhh i just love bedwetting, the look of humiliation and distress on their face when they realize what they’ve done, and just bursting into tears and falling into your arms because they’re so sorry they soiled the sheets 💔💔

[acoldsovereign]

Does Maiz relishes in torturing/murdering people?

{{ She does. It's not something she needs to do, but she enjoys both actions. Torturing people can be more of a logical thing she does over pleasure (it's how she developed her Cold Instinct), but it can be a pleasurable thing if her target hates pain, humiliation, being embarrassed, or if they hate/are disgusted by or are annoyed/frustrated by her in general.

Something something about her being a pure sadist, something something.

[marleysfinest]

also not to be insane before midday I am a pillow princess through and through but if I'm not riding reiner braun so good that he's unable to string a sentence together within 30 minutes I will be suing someone