Wow its Summer Mercedes

When the fuck do you know if you're "dating" someone like he's given me more orgasms in the past week than I've had in the last several months before I met him combined but he hasn't called me his girlfriend

It's been too long since I've finished writing anything I'm gonna try tonight but I took like 12 hits off this cart wondering why I didn't feel anything and then it hit me all at once lmfao

Hi I love you

thinking about needy!zoro who…

can’t get enough of you, who waits weeks and weeks to see you again. with nothing but his hand and a picture taken in the deep night’s moonlight rays shining a pale glow to your body, gracing its every nude curve and dip as you pose for him with your legs spread sinfully, he fucks his fist desperately, panting your name into the hot air, his cockhead beaded with precum and his veiny length weeping for your wet heat.

needy!zoro who, upon arrival back to the thousand sunny, almost breaks the bed frame pounding into your squelching cunt hard and fast, hands claiming your hips, pulling you back onto his cock as you squirmed and clawed at the bedsheets, overstimulated and tired. you had cum too many times to count; on his tongue, around his fingers, on his thigh, your wet covered him, the pheromones driving him to fuck into your pulsing walls with reckless abandon. sweat covered his temples, gilding him in a shiny luminosity that captured your eyes.

his taut muscles working with every movement, his training obviously coming in handy to be able to fuck you up against the wall, mouth attacking your breasts with tongue and teeth and loud smacks and grunts of,

“cum again, baby- come around my cock again, need to feel you suck me in again, missed you s’fuckin’ much-“

he looked like a god in the same pale moonlight that lit your figure in that picture he jacked off to, and even though your adventures would separate you again in mere hours, his mind was fixed on using his time with you wisely.

Just had a mutual I really respect on tiktok tell me mocking the Texans who suffered badly or died in the blizzard in 2021 is fine because fuck Texas and I truly might delete that app. I can't deal. I knew more trans and queer folks in Denton Texas than I do in the blue state I'm in now, there were queer art markets constantly and a lot of diversity and compassion for the poor in a way that doesn't exist in my liberal fucking city and all I ever hear is how Texans deserve to suffer, as if there aren't thousands protesting constantly and participating in mutual aid and doing their best to survive in a deeply gerrymandered fascist state. Homeless people died, disabled and poor people who couldn't prepare died. My partner and I lived in a food desert with no access to buyable water and no running water for eight days and I guess we fucking deserved it because she was born there and I got literally abandoned by my ex roommate at the start of covid and left with nothing there!!! Fuck all Texans no matter what!!! This is a rational and compassionate way to think!!!!

cw: afab!reader [no pronouns used to refer to reader]; mild condescension/verbal humiliation; implied d/s dynamic; spit/gagging/facefucking with fingers [reader receiving]; vaginal fingering; a little bit dubcon wc: 900

Sabo is patient with you, his insatiable darling, when you sulk and whine that you want him, that you need him, that you can’t have enough of him. You’re respectful of his space, of his needs, of his demanding life and limited time—but when he’s yours, you want him to be all yours, to have his heated hands and his loving mouth on you whenever you wish, to serve him and be his playtoy whenever he desires. Today is simply not one of those days when he can give you his undivided attention, however, despite your best efforts.

He watches you out of the corner of his eye while he writes, observes the way you shift in your chair, smirking at how you eye him like a weak little prey animal who believes they’re a predator, trying to lure him into the trap of your sweetness to no avail.

“Sabo, are you almost done?” you ask, trying to hide the need that lingers in your voice.

He’ll take care of you soon enough, spread you wide open over his lap and press your back to his still-clothed chest so you can feel the steady rhythm of his heart against your skin, feel how measured his breathing is in contrast with your pretty gasps and pants—he relishes any opportunity to remind you of your desperation, of how you lack the kind of control he has over himself. He’ll hook your legs over his and place a strong gloved hand over your mouth, pulling your head back to rest on his shoulder, nice and close so you can hear him perfectly when he tells you to stay still, stay quiet, breathe nice and deep for him as he slides his bare hand down the front of you and finger-fucks your drenched cunt until you’re shaking and spasming and pleading against soft leather, the muffled sounds of your begging like a symphony to him.

But you haven’t earned it yet, he thinks as turns to you and blinks slowly at his little mock-predator.

“The more you ask,” he says quietly, words drawn out as he speaks, “the longer you’ll wait, pretty baby.”

“But Sabo,” you pout, “you said you’d be done hours ago. I’m lonely.”

“And I’ll be done when I’m done. It’s always worth the wait, isn’t it?”

“I don’t want to wait—I want you now. Please?”

Ah, there it is. Now he has you where he wants you—that little bit of backtalk will never do. With a snap of his fingers and a sharp “Down,” you slide out of your chair and drop to your knees in front of him. He bends at the waist to bring his face close to yours, his blonde hair falling and brushing your skin, and he grasps your chin in one gloved hand and clucks his tongue.

“What to do with you?” he muses, embers burning in his gaze, a grin stretched across his lips that shows you just a hint of darkness beyond the smiling mask he wears. “So needy, aren’t you?”

“Please,” you ask with a flutter of your eyelids.

“Please?” He lets out a low chuckle. “My lover says ‘please,’ hm? Is that all it’s supposed to take?”

“Maybe.” Your voice trembles a little now, realizing your impatient longing has gotten you into trouble again.

Sabo knows just what to do with a mouthy little thing like you. He taps the side of your face, soft leather brushing your skin. “Open.” His breath hitches in his throat as you slowly drop your jaw and tilt your head up towards him. Before you can ask another thing, before you can utter another weakened “please,” he slides two gloved fingers in your mouth, groaning softly as you recoil a little at the taste.

“That’s it, let’s fill that feisty mouth of yours,” he coos as he moves them in deeper, pumping them in and out with a measured, insistent rhythm, feeling himself start to grow hard in his slacks at how you moan around them, how your tongue presses up and lavishes the firm leather the same way you do to his cock. He groans long and low and shoves his fingers in deep, to the knuckle, until his fist is pressed tight against your lips, just watch you gag around them, feel how your throat tightens and spit begins to trickle out of the corners of your mouth. You don’t even try to fight him, not so much as a grasp of his arm or a gentle slap to his hand—no, you’re already too blissfully fucked out and greedy, salivating around whatever he’ll allow you to have as your arms hang loosely in your lap.

“You look pretty like this, lover.” Sabo presses his forehead to yours and sighs, shushes you sweetly before he kisses away the tears that start to trail down your cheeks as you struggle, grins at the way you squeeze your thighs together and moan even more wantonly as he roughly fucks your sweet mouth with his hand, giving you just the slightest taste of what it is you really desire. “Cry a little more for me, okay? Just a little more. Show me how much you want it, and you can have me, I promise.”

And you will. He’ll give you everything for just a few more tears—he never, ever breaks his promises.

Man I have no girlies to really talk to about this guy I've been seeing but like the sex is fucking incredible idk how to cope lmao my mind keeps wandering at work to the other day when he had his hand tangled in my hair holding me down on his cock as he fully destroyed my throat, just full on facefucking me it was amazing. And then he only lasted like 3 mins when he actually put it in lmao he said it was just too good. But then he made me cum even faster than that with some toys and I'm just. Down bad.

Having a mental health moment uwu

Also thinking about this crocodile I drew years ago huuuuu

Working on drawing the crew in skypeia outfits bc they all rule, can't decide if I wanna redo the face on this Nami or not lol

Hello tumblr sorry for not writing lol. How has everyone been lately? I built my first pc recently and I'm fucking proud of myself but nothing else in my life has been very eventful haha

thinking about what is and what isn't allowed in frame with reference ecosystems in prairie restoration

My first post, well, I tried really hard on this guy

Got sent this by a guy who used to have a crush on me

Rereading alabasta and crocodile makes me so FUCKING FERAL!!! Ik when he's like choking vivi you're supposed to be sad and shit bit I just wish that was me

God I just saw barbie while high as fuck then had the best sex of my LIFE this man made me cum THREE TIMES before he did and he was so proud of himself LMAO