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guiltyreverie · 5 months

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Lollipops and cigarettes

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x reader

Content tags: established friends, slytherin!reader, no angst (i deserve a medal for this lmao)

Warning: mentions of drugs, suggestive content but no smut, just heavy foreplay

Prompt: "I know I signed up for this and all, but... if I die, it's still your fault and I will not hold back on blaming you." (source)

Summary: Mattheo thinks it‘s fun to explore the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night

A/N: boy, the way I hop from one Riddle to another - i can fix him ykyk ok but these are shorter than other fics since theyre part of the prompt thingy I’m doing and I figured I should get started

Word count: 1.9k

You would kill him - you will kill him - if whatever is in here doesn’t kill you first and then you’ll kill yourself for letting him persuade you in the first place.

Mattheo disregarded many things, like his school work, attendance, relationships but you gotta leave it to him - he knew how to push your buttons and when he said he’d take Amara from the year below with him if you weren’t joining him, you snapped and agreed - looking at nothing but pitch blackness and the occasional rustle - that always scared the living shits out of you - you thought to yourself, he should’ve taken her.

You weren’t the type to get frightened easily but the eerie dread that filled you once you were so deep in you couldn’t even see Hogwarts anymore it was over and you almost jumped at every sound, your hand subconsciously reaching out for Mattheo only for him to give you the most shit-eating grin and tease your anxious behavior - Salazar knows why you like this idiot in the first place.

The unsteady path shaped by the trees seemed never ending and incredibly unnerving, even if you tried to see the end it was just pitch black.

“Come on, princess, ”, he pokes your side with his elbow and nudges his head forward, “who knows what’s waiting for us out there.”, he smirks and you scoff loudly and hit him, resulting in the leaves rustling in the trees and crows suddenly emerging with loud ‘craws’ and you almost shit yourself.

Subconsciously you hold on tighter to him to the point your chest touches his arm.

“I hate you, by Merlin’s beard, fuck you, Riddle.”, you whisper-shout into his ear; his head turns towards yours in a matter of a second, your face was already so close to his, your noses brushed together when he turned; you could feel his breath tingling on your lips.

Shivers ran down your spine - you were used to the tension that followed almost every interaction you had with Mattheo but this? This was on a different level - the both of you were alone in the woods, your body clinging to him and now you just had to move forward, not even two inches and you’d finally know how his lips taste - you bet like a mixture of lollipops and cigarettes.

He smirks and you could feel the ghost of his touch on your lips - you will breach the distance between you guys if he isn’t going to do it.

His hand reaches out for your hair and brushes a piece of it back behind your ear and you’re finally able to make out the shadows on his face, like his scar on his nose, or the scar on his right eyebrow, from the small light of the moonshine seeping through the branches of the tree and your breath hitches - he was smiling.

You knew you liked him and you knew how it felt to like someone but nothing could’ve prepared you for the way his smile accompanied by the soft glow of the moon on his face would make your insides explode; make you feel so warm - the former coldness of the forbidden forest long forgotten.

“Fuck me yourself, babe.”, he grins and the almost fairy tale-like illusion you just created in your head shattered - this is Mattheo fucking Riddle, by Salazar you still don’t know why you like him, of course he’d make a dirty jab at you.

You were about to roll your eyes and push him away but you had a better idea in your head; your hands reach for his jawline and you start to trace it, his small beard stubbles scratching your fingertips and you can see the way he gulps hard by his adams apple - his jaw clenched but a curious glint in his eyes - what are you doing? Your fingers start to trace the way down to his neck, followed by his collarbone towards his chest and abs until your fingers stop at his waistband; his eyes follow your touch in anticipation and curiosity but he hasn’t dared to utter a single word. You tug him closer towards you by his waistband and you reached up until your lips ghosted over his neck - right above the spot most girls would leave their hickeys on, you assumed it was his most sensitive spot; a few seconds later you make your way back to his ear, your lips graze his earlobe and you can hear his breath hitch and you smile: “Don’t mind if I do.”

He sucks in a deep breathe and gives you a warning glance: “Fuck, princess, unless you actually plan to follow up with that, don’t tease me like that.”

“Why not?”, you smile knowingly, Riddle might not be interested in romantic relationships but you knew the effect you could have on a man.

“I don’t think you want me to leave you alone right here because I have a hard business to take care of”, he glances down towards the dent on his crotch, your hand was still on his waistband and you let out a small giggle, “do you?”

“Let me take care of it, then?”, you give him your best doe eyes while your hands slowly pull on his waistband and you can almost see him come undone at the mere idea of you touching him - it made you feel powerful, hopeful and needy for him.

“Princess,”, his eyes darkened, he seemed to finally snap out of his trance and before you know it your back was pushed against a tree, Mattheo’s arms were wrapped around your waist and his forehead was leaning against yours, he was breathing heavily, as if he could barely contain himself - he looked at you like a starved prisoner, ready to finally devour you after he’s been denied for so long and god did it turn you on.

“Tell me off.”, he whispers against your lips, you start to wonder if you have to beg him to kiss you and you shake your head.

“Kiss me, Riddle.”

His lips immediately meet yours and you close your eyes leaning closer into him, wrapping your arms around his neck while he pulls you even closer by your waist. Earlier he looked like he could devour you and right now, he is, his one arm went up to your head and he started to slightly tug at your hair, not hard enough for it to hurt but hard enough to make your head go back and for you to let out an involuntary moan.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”, he breathes against the outer corner of your mouth and starts leaving sloppy kisses there as well.

His hands roam around your entire body until they find the back of your thighs and he starts to knead them slowly and you let out a small gasp at the sudden sensation of his big hands around your thighs, you were growing hotter and hotter, you wanted - scratch that- you needed this man, the tension in your core only growing stronger.

He lifts you up by your thighs, his lips never leaving your body, it felt he like was trying to engrave this feeling into his mind, and leans you against the wall, your crotch is right against his, your needy core almost immediately starts to rub against his hardened member and you let out a whimper.

He gently bites you in the neck and licks your most sensitive spot and you moan out his name.

“Baby”, he groans, “moan my name again”, his hands meet your ass and he gives it a firm squeeze and you moan out his name once more.

Just when he started to take off his shirt an alarm went off and you opened your eyes hazily.

“Fuck”, Mattheo curses and immediately puts his sweatshirt back on.

You have to take a deep breath to get back from the high you just felt and you give Mattheo a concerned look and breathily say: “What’s wrong?”

“Theo texted, there’s an emergency and they’re gathering all the students in the great hall.”, he bites his lips and you can’t help but almost completely disregard what he’s currently saying and only want to feel his lips on yours again.

“You’re staring.”

“Can’t blame me.”

He chuckles: “Now, princess”, he grabs your hand and starts pulling you back to where you had come from, “we gotta hurry before we get into big trouble for sneaking out.”, he gives you one last glance, and the current situation finally seems to dawn onto you and you start to freak out.

“Salazar, fuck, Mattheo, we’re so going to get a whole year of detention if they catch us.”, you bite your lip, the anxiety finally overshadowing your horny mind and you both hurry back to Hogwarts.

Out of breath you finally are inside the castle, skillfully evading any teachers or prefects and you can’t help but curse at him, the anxiety taking over - what if you’re too late?

"I know I signed up for this and all, but... if I die, it's still your fault and I will not hold back on blaming you."

“Nobody is going to kill you.”, he chuckles.

You roll your eyes: “Clearly, you haven’t met my mother.”

“I’ll just swoon her off her feet, too.”, he smirks and you pretend to gag at him.

He checks his phone: “We’re fine, Theo says, they’re still gathering all the students.”

You sigh in relief: “Theo deserves the greatest head for warning us like this.”

He turns around to face you, almost as if you’re insane, like he can’t believe your audacity, his jaw clenched: “Do I need to remind you of who’s name you moaned 30 minutes ago?”

Your eyes narrow in confusion until you finally get it and you can’t help but smirk: “I meant a joint.”

“Oh.”, he looked dumbfounded.

“You jealous, baby?”

The both of you arrive at the Great Hall and before you can enter Mattheo grabs your arm and halts you from entering.

You stare at him confused and expectantly.

“This is more than just sex to me, princess.”, he looks at you, his eyes filled with so much vulnerability you soften at his words and your inside starts to fill with joy, you had hoped this is how it would be between you guys, even if you had been fine with just staying friends as well.

“I feel the same”, you smile at him and squeeze his hand.

He smiles back and you make your way into the Great Hall, the both of you skillfully and undetected make your way to your friends and stand next to them.

When they spot you they greet you with laughter and smiles, Theo winked at the both of you and all of you waited for the roll call, all while your hand never left Mattheos grasp.

“Y’know we’ll continue later, right?”, he whispers in your ear and when you turn around you’re met with his smug grin and the brightest shining eyes in the room and you smile feeling absolutely content and you can’t wait to taste the taste of lollipops and cigarettes again.

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gentaro-kinniecom · 10 days

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Oh..I think you’re holding the heart of mine..

Characters: Solivan Brugmansia/gn!reader

Cw: fluff, mentions of marriage, crushes, love at first sight (?), mentions of kidnapping, yandere themes…

A/n: This is based off day two of The kid at the back :] hope you guys enjoy!

(E/c) eyes lingered across the room, trying to distract themselves from the crimson orbs that stared at their figure, drawing it with a smile. Portraits aren’t that difficult when you know how to draw, except, their skills were quite rough, unlike Sol who was nearly finishing it, looking back and forth between y/n and his paper. Blush covered part of his cheeks, placing his sketchbook down while locking eyes with them

“Is it done?” Y/n asked, sighing as the bell rung across the hallway

“Not yet, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow” He responded with a soft smile, one they’ve rarely seen the times they saw him.

Going their separate ways, y/n found their group in the hallway making small talk as they arrived. It wasn’t long until Sol and his friend appeared, chatting as Sol’s gaze landed on them. Feeling a bit curious, Y/n excuses themselves, parting away from their friends while approaching Sol.

“You must be Y/n! Sol’s told me about you..he’s right, you are kind of cute..” The guy before them spoke while chuckling as Sol sighed, blushing while glaring at his friend

“Anyways, I’m Hyugo! We were just about to eat lunch on the roof, would you like to join?” Y/n looked back briefly at their group. Perhaps something different wouldn’t be so bad today. Crowe however, noticed their sudden disappearance, his sad gaze lingered as they left with the two boys walking across the small corridor.

“I’d love to..!” Hyugo chuckled as the three of them headed towards the roof. Upon arrival, Sol handed Hyugo a bento box filled with his favorite food. It didn’t take long for them to dig in as Y/n looked around the roof, admiring the city and the view it provided.

“Have you eaten yet, y/n?” Sol inquired, staring at their hands that fidgeted around their shirt. ‘hm, cute’ he thought. The sudden question returned them back to reality while answering.

“I didn’t get to eat anything but it’s okay, I’ll grab something later-“ Before they could finish their sentence, Solivan had already taken out the other box he had saved for later.

“I made three boxes today, just in case Hyugo’s appetite was insatiable so..you can take it”

“Are you sure? I mean..” Without any hesitation, Sol had already opened up the lunch box, handing them the tasty food he prepared while smiling, reaching for some utensils.

“You made this all by yourself? It looks so good..!” Y/n praised, taking the utensils Sol provided for them as Hyugo chimed in, swallowing his food gently while speaking

“Sol’s cooking is the best! He’d make a good househusband, don’t you think?” Hearing this, Sol blushed after seeing them nod, maybe being a househusband for Y/n wouldn’t be such a terrible idea after all..

“I think so too, maybe even one day, we could get married as well” They half-joked, watching as Solivan’s smile widened, taking hold of Y/n’s hand and bringing it forth, kissing their knuckles gently

“I’d..love that, no one could ever keep us apart.” Y/n’s eyes drifted to Sol’s gaze, watching as he pressed his cheek against their hand lovingly. Hyugo was nowhere to be seen as the bell rang. After packing everything up, Sol’s hand remained intertwined with their own

“Me and Hyugo were thinking of ditching class, he wanted to see a movie..what do you think?” Upon reaching the corridor, Y/n turned, facing Sol’s body that nearly towered over theirs while leaning forward

“I..-” Looking back at the door of their next class and Crowe who had suddenly exited the room,y/n nodded “-Fuck it, let’s skip.” With that, Sol escorted them towards their secret escape place, not bothered by the glare Crowe had given him as they left.

Due to Hyugo’s request to see the latest movie in theaters, the trio arrived at the cinema shortly after. The movie itself was great, though all y/n could think about was how close Sol was, his arm in their own while sharing popcorn and some small talk. Solivan was over the moon as he walked with them around the nearby park, Hyugo had retuned home afterwards, saying something along the lines of “I’ll leave you two lovebirds be, see you tomorrow” was spoken from his behalf.

The afternoon sun had already settled down, as colder it got, a shiver ran down Y/n’s spine. Sol noticed this, feeling a bit saddened by the fact he couldn’t lend them one of his jackets. Instead, he opted on holding their hand once again until the remainder of the walk to their apartment. Sol already dreaded the look of their place, if only he could take his beloved back to his home, maybe that way he wouldn’t have to worry for any creepy onlookers. As y/n took their keys from their bag, Sol quietly wished for their lips to mest in a kiss before they would lart ways. In that same moment, they leaned forward, kissing his cheek while entering their apartment

“Thank you for today, hopefully we’ll spend more outings like this soon..!”

“Like a date?” He chimed in, making them chuckle while tilting towards him. Their gaze flickered between his eyes and lips

“I wouldn’t oppose to such idea..goodnight Sol, text me when you arrive home” With a nod, Sol bid his goodbyes and left the apartment complex, his heart racing softly while replaying tge memory of their lips caressing his cheek

“Soon..soon enough you’ll be able to see just how much I adore you, my pumpkin”

#solivan brugmansia #sol brugmansia #solivan x reader #solivan brugmansia x reader #sol brugmansia x reader #tkatb sol #the kid at the back sol #tkatb

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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 10 days

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I never fail to find it funny when Matthias tells the Crows not to eat snow (Soc chapter 19) because it’s just so completely unprompted and I know it’s because he’s trying to just keep talking and not think about Nina but it just comes out of nowhere and every time I just imagine all of them glancing at each other to try and figure out who was eating the goddamn snow when they’re all freezing and if you’re thirsty then a) that’s not gonna help and b) you have a perfectly good water flask (they were probably all ready to suspect Jesper, except Jesper who was probably prepared to suspect either Nina or Wylan) but then it’s also such a stark horrifying juxtaposition that they find the pyre within the next two seconds and now that I’m writing this maybe that’s partially the point because that is exactly how it feels for them and the distinct horror of one moment thinking about eating snow and the next seeing that and Jesper having to shoot one of the victims and oh now I’m sad

#still kinda funny to just randomly go ‘do not eat the snow’#considering he only recently learnt the Kerch word for snow too #maybe they all just thought he was eager to try it out #six of crows #grishaverse #crooked kingdom #leigh bardugo #matthias helvar #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #nina zenik #helnik #Soc analysis #soc meta #six of crows analysis #six of crows meta

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anystalker707 · 7 months

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A little show

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender-neutral] Reader Kinktober prompt: Obedience Tags: he's so lovely / masturbation / dirty talking (?)

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You’d been sitting on a wooden box on the top deck during night watch for a few minutes—before that, you were up in the crow’s nest until you started to feel restless, deciding to wander around for a little. Night watches weren’t necessarily the most interesting thing ever, and it’d been a particularly agitated day that now faded into boredom; the crew had just left the last island by the beginning of the night, and most of them went to bed earlier than usual. You were busy observing the stars in the dark sky when footsteps brought you back to reality, but you didn’t look away from the sky. That pattern of steps was familiar.

Sanji soon came into view, holding a plate in hand. He smiled a little bit, eyes averting away once you looked up at him. He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, we couldn’t spend a lot of time together today. I prepared this for you.”

The plate that Sanji offered you had a small portion of dessert on it—one of your favorites. Your eyebrows raised lightly as you took the plate in hand, humming softly.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” You took the spoon in hand, taking a good look at the dessert before you could even try it. Sanji always put such dedication into the dishes’ presentation.

Meanwhile, Sanji looked around, scratching the side of his neck. There was no other box he could place next to yours to sit with you, and sitting on the barrel would leave you two too distant from each other. He also didn’t want to make you sit on the floor. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he knelt down on the ground and sat back down on his legs, kind of sideways so that he could be closer to you. His head rested on the thigh that was in front of him, his cheek pressing to the fabric of your pants. Your fingers ran through his hair, making Sanji let out a soft hum, closing his eyes for a moment.

“This tastes so good,” you said while eating the dessert and wrapping your legs around Sanji, hooking your ankles together. “I mean, of course, it does. No dish of yours is ever bad.”

Sanji felt his cheeks heat up at the compliment. “Thank you,” he mumbled. “I bought the ingredients for it while we were on that island. I’m glad you like it,” he mumbled.

“I love it,” you said, tasting until the last bit of it before carefully setting the plate on the barrel nearby. Your eyes fell on Sanji, and your heart fluttered a little at seeing him there, like this. “Missed me that much? We were just apart for a few hours,” you said softly, running your hands through his hair, gently massaging his scalp with your fingertips.

“Well, today,” Sanji mumbled. “I was very busy with dinner yesterday, so the most we did was spend time together when you sat at the table while I cooked.”

You thought back to it, slowly nodding. “Yeah, sounds like it.” Silence fell between you as you observed Sanji for a long moment, still running your fingers through his hair, taking in the image of him by your feet like that. It wasn’t the first time it happened, but it still made your chest warm all the same. You couldn’t help but press a kiss to his head. “Cutie,” you whispered, and despite only being able to see the back of his head, you could clearly imagine him blushing.

Sanji nuzzled your thigh gently, pressing his face to it. “‘Missed you,” he mumbled with his voice muffled. He turned his head a little, looking up at you through his bangs with such eyes that made something in your chest twist.

“I missed you too,” you whispered with a smile.

He shifted, folding both of his arms over your thighs and resting his chin on them. “Y’know, I really missed you,” he mumbled quietly. Even with limited lighting, you could see the red tone that took over his cheeks.

A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned forward a little, cupping both of Sanji’s cheeks to caress them briefly before running your fingers through his strands once more. “Yeah? How much?”

Sanji pouted a little bit, his eyes averting away for a moment again. “…I need you,” he whispered quietly. He moved his arms a little so that he could rest his head against your thigh again, pressing a soft kiss to it.

No answer came from you at first; you only observed Sanji, thinking about what you could do for him without spending a lot of your energy. Nami had made you walk quite a lot through the island earlier today.

“Show me how much.” You caught his attention again, his blue eyes observing you for context. “No one else is here. You can show me how I make you feel, or just show me what you do when I’m not around. You think you can do that for me?” Your forehead touched his as you leaned forward, hands on his shoulders.

“Oh,” Sanji muttered as he looked back at you, breath hitching in his throat. Just the thought of it was making him flustered already. “Anything for you.” The idea of putting up a show just for you was exciting, honestly. Just the fact that your eyes were following each of his movements was something meaningful for him, making a shiver run down his spine in anticipation as he leaned back to give himself some space.

You leaned forward with your elbows on your thighs, eyes fixated on him, watching it as he unbuttoned his dress pants and pulled the zipper down. He pushed his pants and underwear down just enough for his cock to be out. It was only half hard, but it wasn’t something that couldn’t be fixed with a few strokes as he hissed, feeling the cold night air.

“Slow down,” you said, noticing the excessive urgency in his movements. Of course, Sanji whined, but he still did as told to. “We have all night long, after all. Give me your hand.”

Sanji pulled his hand away from himself reluctantly. Nonetheless, the frown was replaced by a surprised and flustered expression once he saw you spit on his hand, making it a generous amount. He stared at his own hand for a moment and slowly wrapped it back around his cock when you motioned for him to rush.

It felt better, of course. Sanji’s hand slid against his own cock a little easier, and he knew the eventual pre-cum would add up and make it even better later. He observed himself for a moment before looking up at you, though he couldn’t really hold your gaze—it made his mind rush and his cheeks burn more as his eyes drove away from yours. Sanji’s breath started falling out of pace as he moved his hand faster; his movements faltered when he felt your fingers on his chin to gently turn his head towards you.

“I’d appreciate it if you looked at me,” you whispered, looking into his eyes. “I want to see your pretty face. You make such cute expressions, did y’know that? That’s why I prefer it when we face each other while fucking. So that I can see your pretty face.”

Sanji’s eyebrows knitted together, and he bit his lip, whining a little as he tightened his hand around himself. You let go of his chin and looked down, watching his hand firmly work around his cock—it was hard in Sanji’s hand, the flushed pink tip sometimes disappearing under his hand.

“That’s it,” you whispered with a smile. The view of Sanji on his knees, sitting back on his feet like that with his cock in hand and whining for you… That was so hot. His other hand clutched on his pants, resting over his thigh. “So good for me,” you said as your eyes met his again.

Sanji nodded, taking a deep breath through his nose and slowly releasing it through his mouth while twisting his hand around himself a little, right at the base. He was starting to leak; the thick fluid already dripping down his tip.

“Why don’t you give more attention to the head, hm?” You made a motion with your hand before you rested your elbow on your thigh and your cheek on your palm. “I know how much you like to be touched there,” you muttered while observing Sanji slowly run his finger over the swollen tip, spreading the pre-cum over it; his thighs quivered. “Your legs always go weak whenever I suck your tip, and you get very loud. It also makes you cum quickly when I lick that spot under your tip, isn’t it?”

Sanji let out a shaky moan, his thumb pressing to his slit to collect the pre-cum that escaped it before he was stroking his cock again. It throbbed in his hand. Quite a sight. He took a while, but he did nod in confirmation to your words.

“Yeah,” you muttered with a soft sigh, trying to take in every single detail of the scene. “Why don’t you give it some attention as well, hm? Come on, touch all the spots you like. Make yourself feel good, sweetheart.”

“Y—Yes,” Sanji said with a soft whine. He had to take a moment, stroking his cock in a slower motion, then he finally let his thumb wander to the sensitive spot under the head. A whimper, and he placed his free hand behind himself to lean back on it, his hips bucking a little into his hand. “Mmph, fuck,” he moaned. The new touch made his cock twitch more in his hand, also leaking more.

“You look so good like this,” you sighed, watching Sanji struggle each time more to keep his hips still.

“Can I—”

“Hold it,” you cut Sanji off immediately, in a way his words lost themselves in a whine while he squirmed, thighs quivering while he held the base of his cock tightly, taking deep breaths. “Are you that easy? Do you really get more sensitive just from having me watch you?” You clicked your tongue, shaking your head as you pretended to be disappointed. It had Sanji’s eyes traveling to the ground as his head fell a little, the way it did whenever he wanted his hair to cover his face. “I already told you, sweetheart,” you said in a partially soft tone, “keep your eyes on me.”

Sanji hummed softly, shaking his head to throw some bangs away from his face. It was basically useless; some strands had stuck to his skin because of the sweat.

“Please,” Sanji whispered as he started slowly moving his hand around his cock, but he kept a certain distance from the tip, focusing on its length.

“You can hold on for a little longer,” you encouraged with a nod.

He groaned in frustration, but he complied. Sanji moved his hand slowly, always careful, enjoying the little break he had without any order aside from not cumming yet. He looked down at himself, pressing his lips together as he traced the veins along the underside of his cock, making it twitch in his hand with how his fingers made their way up.

Sanji inhaled deeply, groaning as he slowly started jerking himself off again, pressing his eyes shut. His hand was all sloppy with his pre-cum already, making it slide just nicely along his cock. It felt even better now.

“Please,” he gasped, opening his eyes again to look at you.

There was no response. Your eyes were on Sanji’s cock, following his hand’s motions, without giving his words a drop of attention. He whined, thrusting into his hand.

“Please, (y/n), please… Love of my life, my sweetheart, my dear, my everything,” Sanji mumbled among moans. Sometimes, the words ran one into the other. How cute. “Please.”

“Yeah,” you hummed with a nod, “you can cum.”

Sanji gasped, letting out a breath he had been holding as he started jerking himself off freely. He bit his lip when he ran his thumb over his tip again, muffling a moan, but it didn’t do much. He wasn’t very good at keeping silent, as much as he tried. As if proving it, Sanji’s mouth fell open with a moan as he furrowed his eyebrows and he was cumming all over his hand and part of the deck, messily moving his hips to meet his hands’ motion.

“Mmph, my love,” Sanji gasped, continuing to stroke himself through his high until his thighs were twitching, edging the overstimulation, but not quite there. He needed a second to recover, resting his head against your thigh again as he tried to catch his breath. He knew how to seek affection.

A smile tugged on your hips, your fingers running through his hair, soothingly. “That’s it,” you whispered, “you did so well, sweetheart.”

Sanji hummed softly in acknowledgment, leaning into your touches. As you cupped his cheek, he turned his head to press a kiss to your palm.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

#one piece #opla #one piece live action #vinsmoke sanji #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #sanji x reader #kinktober #one piece x reader #imagine #oneshot #scenario #fan fic #fan fiction

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 3 months

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Hi grl! First of all I wanted to tell you how much I ABSOLUTELY ADORED your kaz x reader series (exactly as you are)! The way you treated kaz character, how he actually cares (even if he tries to mask it) about the reader and his crows, how he wants to be better for reader, and how he consideres himself weak when he fails at a simple thing like touching his loved one or expressing his feelings... Besides, I hate it when people just ignore kaz haphephobia and trauma but, again, your work was amazing.

Now that you're taking requests, could you maybe do a one-shot/two-shot about him and non grisha crow!fem!reader? Maybe a flangst/fluff, something to do with him trying to overcome his touch aversion brick by brick for her, or with a sunshine reader who's been through so much trauma but she's a sunshine (not naive) with everyone to try and lighten their moods and hide her trauma... or idk literally about anything you can think of (I just want some kazzle dazzle content tbh hehe)

Thank you so much, you're great <33

Your girl is rusty when it comes to Kaz but boy do I miss him. So, I hope you will enjoy this!🫧

warnings: abuse, blood and implied violence.

Petal

On nights when Kaz felt like sabotaging himself, and that was most nights, he forced himself to watch your restless form as nightmare after nightmare ripped through your mind, making you claw at the plush blanket beneath you, drenching you in cold sweat. Kaz forced himself to watch because it’s his fault. His fault that he didn’t see it. How could he sit here and claim that he knew it all? Knew even the exact time a leaf was going to fall from a tree when he missed something so important right in front of his nose.

Kaz remembers the time you had first stepped into the club. Hair windswept. The cloak way too thin for the winds outside. You had barely given yourself a chance to look around before your whole body grew stiff as you prepared yourself for the worst. See, Kaz had been forced by Nina to hand out leaflets about the club hiring new staff. “You can be wiping your ass with the coins you have and I’m there alone with cracked skin on my hands”.

But everything had screamed at Kaz to say no from the moment he saw you. Too sweet. Too pure. Too innocent. Who even wears flowers in their hair in the dead of autumn? Yet he couldn’t look away. “We don’t sell cakes here, move along”, his cold voice cut through the silence, as he motioned you back to the door with his cane. One more beat of surprise and fear. And yet another beat came out clean and steady. “I can sell beer too or whatever that you sell here”, your hands had been clenched in fists as you spoke. A slight tremble. But even the dismissive silence hadn’t chased you away. “I can mop the floor, I can do it all. Can even sing if guests need entertainment. I just…”, that whole time you had been talking to the darkness. Since the club was empty still Kaz was a fan of hiding in its corners. “You don’t even have to pay much just so I could buy some food”, that had stirred something deep in Kaz. Imagines of Jordie flashed by. Empty stomachs. Cold streets. But then if you were suffering from the same fate he had you wouldn’t be standing there shining like the sun in the spring sky.

But Kaz hadn’t even been close to imagining what you were going through. Nina had fallen in love with you almost immediately so the hustle of you two twirling through the club had become a regular sight. It was the difference in your stance that the first monthly pay had made. You had been late to work the first day after. Your movements were slower. Eyes hollow and tired. “Well one of us celebrated nicely huh”, Nina had nudged you, “Up all night spending that earned coin”, you had returned her smile with a somewhat made-up smile of your own but that had been the first time Kaz had an inkling that something was happening behind close doors.

“You can eat food in the club, you know”, Kaz had managed to find you alone in the storage room, organizing the boxes. Your hair was falling out of the loosely done bun, draping across your face in such an enchanting way that Kaz had to make sure to not let his jaw hang low. You had swept some of it away with the back of your hand, “there’s no need, plenty of food at home”, you said. It was a slight jab and your eyes instantly had grown wide at the realization so you added, “Thanks to you, of course”.

Kaz had humbled, letting his gaze linger. “You can also, as an employee, stay here for the night if there’s a need”, and there it was that sharp bob of your throat. But you shook your head, “I appreciate it but”, you shrugged, “I’m fine in my own home”. You wondered if he was going to push or order you to do so but Kaz had simply turned around and walked away but his mind was already set. Just things had been set into motion even sooner than he expected because a couple of days later you had once again barely been walking at the end of the week.

“You’re stalling orders, man don’t like waiting”, Kaz said firmly, for the first time making you flinch slightly. “I’ll pick it up, I’m sorry”, you said bluntly, reaching for two more pines when Kaz’s eyes drifted to your exposed wrist.

The end of his cane pressed against the purple mark, “What is this?”, his tone was cold, dripping ice. You knew how he was with his investments. No flaws. Always useful. “I… A barrel fell…”, you mustered, making Kaz raise a brow, “A barrel?”. You nodded eagerly, maybe too eagerly. “And left fingerprints on your skin? Do you think I’m stupid?”, Kaz’s tone had turned sour. You quickly shook your head, “Of course no, you are the best…”, “Who did this to you, YN?”, Kaz cut you off making you look up at him instantly.

You couldn’t tell him. He couldn’t know. “It’s nothing…”, you whined right as Kaz stepped right in front of you his gloved hand now the one wrapped around your aching wrist. That not only was purple and blue but also broken. “Looks like something to me. Who?”, Kaz demanded. His electric blue eyes pierce your soul. You let out yet another whimper as your eyes started burning with tears. You had a feeling what end the person would meet and her and now you were the one vowing the thread of life. “My father”, your voice had been barely a whisper but Kaz’s face had turned ashen. And then he turned around. As if haven’t just given him your biggest secret.

“Kaz”, you called after him. Wanted to reach for him yet more than aware that he hated touch. “Go to the office in the back of the club”, he turned back, white medical wrap in his hands, “You are staying in the house from tonight”. Taken back all you could was watch him. As his trembling hands reached for your wrist, wrapping it up for support.

“But…”, you muttered. “Nina will bring you food and then walk you to your new place”, he was speaking as if all of this had been set for months. “Kaz…”, you tried to cut in but it’s like your words didn’t reach him. “You won’t be working for the rest of the week”, he grumbled and you failed to understand if that annoyed him or not. “Kaz, please”, you muttered but once his eyes met yours his expression was like nothing you had seen before, “Any stuff you want for yourself from that place?” You blinked a couple of times before shaking your head. Kaz’s fingers lingered on your skin before he dropped your hand, “Good”, he said as if you had signed your life away to him fully and stepped out of the back room.

Now weeks down the line here he is. With your father’s blood on his hands. Still lingering. It didn’t give him the closure Kaz wanted. The old fuck died too quickly for his liking. Not to mention that Kaz hated the man even more now because even if physical he wasn’t here. His actions still haunted you. “Please”, you cried, head turning to the side as you tried to flee from the horror, “Don’t lock at the door, no, papa”. Kaz pulled back from the wall he had been leaning against, crossing the room in a couple of strong steps. Then there was the choice that he had to make. He doubted that seeing him first thing out of a nightmare would make you happy. So he slowly, through gritted teeth made himself lay on the side of your bed. Now his own frightened eyes watched you because Kaz could feel the heat from your body.

Your head turned to the side with another plea, this time hitting Kaz’s arm. His whole body got ridged. The salty smell of the sea filled his senses. But then a content sigh leaves your lips and Kaz sees the tension in your body fading. The content was minimal. Your forehead was resting against his upper arm, fingers grazing his palm. Kaz took a sharp breath in. Making himself turn to look at you fully. His heart practically clawing at the chest at the sight of your clam features. All because of… but he didn’t let himself entertain that thought. Not now. Not tonight, “I’ll always protect you, petal”.

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can you make a dream of mine come true? its where the trio are on a mission during the mission they get hit with a lust demon art. when they are done with the mission they are drooling for y/n. they all want you at the same time. and you need to try to treat them without them killing you.

goddamn anonnie this is so TASTY 😫

'three's a crowd' / Kamaboko Trio x Reader

warnings: NSFW, mild gore, mild dubcon, oral sex, fingering, handjobs, three on one action, all the fuggin mayonaise

words: 3,961

notes: aged up characters, AFAB reader/female bits, they/their pronouns

“Continue west! West! Almost there!” the Kasugai squawks overhead.

“We get it, you damn crow!” Inosuke yells back. “I oughta cook you already!”

“Inosuke,” Tanjiro quips, “focus.”

Grumbling, Inosuke ceases his verbal attack at the bird and turns his attention to the path before him. Zenitsu, on the other hand, snickers to himself.

Once again, the three make their way to whatever destination calls them; demons are everywhere, ready to pounce at any time. One must keep moving if they’re part of the corps. This time, though, rather than going single, Tanjiro’s Kasugai crow collected the three of them, informing the trio of a rampant demon terrorizing a town and its surroundings.

It wouldn’t be the first (or last) time that a demon goes on mass killing sprees, but to have so many victims in a short amount of time… It’s troubling, to say the least. Knowing that it’s eating more than well is enough to raise concerns, and it would be a foolish decision to let a single person walk towards their death. Having three people should make the task easier – hopefully.

They’ve discussed what little details fellow crows managed to compile – all the victims seem to be male, none of them dropping under the age of 16. Other than that, well… that’s for the trio to figure out.

Before too long, the crow gives a final squawk and takes an abrupt turn, soaring away from the group. Up ahead, silhouettes of houses break through the expanse of orange sky. At long last, they’ve finally made it to their destination. However, as the sun continues to set and night creeps closer, they’ll have to come with a plan – and fast.

“Kamado Tanjiro!” another Kasugai crow calls out.

The three look to the sky as the crow flies towards them from the direction of the town.

“Waiting for you, yes! Preparations are underway!”

“Guys, hey! Over here!” another new voice shouts.

On the outskirts of town, you wave the other three down, your free hand cupping the side of your mouth. The Kasugai crow circles back around and heads back towards you, seemingly leading the way. The three boys slow their running to a jog as they come closer to you, surprise written on their faces. As far as they were concerned, nobody else was assigned to this mission.

Tanjiro calls out your name as they draw even closer still, a smile spreading itself across his face. “What are you doing here?”

“Backup, apparently,” you say without missing a beat. “I was nearby when I was summoned.”

Zenitsu, appearing absolutely ecstatic to see you, hastily cuts the others off before they have a chance to speak. “It’s great to see you,” he gushes, face heating up. “How have you been?”

Inosuke makes a gagging noise. You can’t see his face beneath the mask, but you can tell its scrunched up in disgust. “Can you not think with your dick for once?”

Zenitsu impatiently swats at him, his ponytail swinging from the sheer force of the movement. “Says you, you muscle-brained idiot! You’re the one who humps tree hollows when no one’s looking!”

Tanjiro facepalms.

Surprisingly, you laugh. “It’s good to see that you boys haven’t changed much.” The mirth disappears from your face as your expression darkens. “Still… You’ve been updated as to what’s been going on lately, right?”

Nodding, Tanjiro steps another closer to you, ignoring the bickering two behind him. “Disappearances, yeah. Any bodies been found?”

“That’s not what I’m quite sure of yet. If the demon doesn’t have some sort of domain they can pull their prey into, they must be directing the men to some lair.”

Hearing you specifically say men makes a shiver run down Tanjiro’s spine. Hell, if anything goes wrong, his friends – himself included – could be in big, big trouble.

You continue. “It’s odd that they’re targeting such a select group of people. Do you think it could be a female demon?”

“I wouldn’t push away the thought, although it’s not the exact reason yet.”

“I say we use this dumbass as bait,” Zenitsu snips. He squeals as Inosuke takes him in a headlock.

“Whatever it is we’re dealing with, I wanna kill it!” Inosuke exclaims in his ever so charming brash way of his. He cackles, his thick arms squeezing tighter around Zenitsu’s neck.

“Night’s approaching. Come on, we’ve got to get ready,” you say. You snap your fingers at Inosuke. “Let him go. He’s not going to be much use to us if you kill him, no?”

Grumbling, Inosuke does as told and finally lets Zenitsu go. Zenitsu collapses onto his knees, sputtering and clutching at his throat. “You… asshole…!”

“You’ve… got to be kidding me.”

The cavern is relatively 6 meters wide, 10 meters tall; it’s not deep, rather a shallow divot in the forest walls amongst the rocks piling into a mountain. What’s surprising, though, is the number of bodies hanging from the ceiling. Bodies is a pretty giving word – you meant to say skeletons.

Each of them is upside down, arms extended past their heads. The bones are picked nearly clean, their white sheen telling you that they’re relatively fresh. The cavern doesn’t smell of spoiled meat or blood, so it most likely means that the demon at hand stripped them bare before attaching them to the roof of the cave.

To your side, Zenitsu shakes, bottom lip quivering in a way that seems like it’s vibrating. His knees clack together as a pathetic whimper escapes his throat.

Inosuke scratches the back of his head. “At least they’re not suffering, right?”

“Inosuke,” Tanjiro snaps.

“It has to be nearby,” you interject, quickly discouraging any potential argument. “Demons just don’t leave their… collection out for anyone to grab.”

Zenitsu hastily shakes his head. “Hell no. I’m not sticking around long enough to find out!”

“WhY nOt?”

Zenitsu screams; he leaps into your arms, hands linking together behind your neck. Within a few paces from his previous spot, a grotesque demon stares at your group, head cocked at an unnatural angle. Black, stringy hair falls in its face, its eyes nothing more than empty sockets. The body resembles a mantis, the prickles on its forearms dripping with what you presume is a poison.

How fun.

The demon’s lips draw back in a snarl, jagged teeth gleaming in the low light. It seems to be glaring right at you. “LeT hIm Go.” The voice is no better than dragging nails down a chalkboard. You can’t help but wince.

If this thing is going to try to kill you, it wouldn’t hurt to ask for some basic information, no? Shifting your weight, you turn so that Zenitsu is sheltered behind you, your chin tucked over your shoulder. “And why would I do that exactly, hmm? It doesn’t seem like you’re very hospitable to your guests.”

“Please just tell us,” Tanjiro’s voice rings out, yet it sounds muffled. Looking over, you’re met with the sight of him clutching a hand over his nose, expression scrunched in disgust. Instinctively, you whiff at the air, but there’s nothing worth noting. Odd.

The demon’s face jerks in Tanjiro’s direction. “MaLe. NiNeTeEn. DeLiCiOuS.”

You huff. “What about me?” If your previous hypothesis is correct, then the demon should show a preference for the guys in your group…

Once again, the demon snarls at you. “FeMaLe.”

Bingo.

“Inosuke, now!” you yell.

The demon swivels its head around just in time to see Inosuke leaping at it, dual blades extending in graceful arcs towards its neck. It screeches as it barely dodges, the sharp, uneven edges catching the flesh of its jugular. Blood spews from the wound, a blackish red that is far from a human’s.

Setting Zenitsu down (he’s already passed out, who knew?) you draw your own blade. Tanjiro’s already ahead of you, charging at the demon at a speed naked to the untrained eye. Soon, the three men and you are taking turns swinging at the demon’s fleshy neck, attacks bouncing off each other in a dizzying rhythm. Blood and poison fly in fat droplets each time a hit lands; whether either is harmful, you don’t know. Blood already speckles your face and uniform, yet you don’t feel any pain or discomfort.

The fight continues into the wee hours of the night; it’s been a while since the fight left the cave, migrating into the woods instead. While your group makes use of the branches and the sturdy trunks, the demon does the same. A sweep of the hind legs sends you flying, your body crashing through the surrounding branches and other foliage. A sharp gasp breaks free as your spine makes contact with the rough bark of a tree. Your vision swims, but the bloodcurdling scream emitting from the demon has your ears perking and hairs standing on end.

As your vision clears, silence sets in. It’s still a few hours before dawn cracks and the forest properly wakes up. The usual trill of bugs fills the atmosphere, broken by the slight haggard breath here and there. With a groan, you draw yourself to a stand and waddle over to where the other three stand. Your blade slips into your sheath with a clean schlink – the sound of a job well done.

“Is everyone alright?” you croak. Thankfully, your eyes have long adjusted to the near nonexistent lighting, so you’re able to locate the others fairly well.

Inosuke grumbles and promptly throws himself onto the ground, limbs spread eagle. Zenitsu is sitting against a tree, his head cradled in his hands. Neither reaction is cause for concern (not usually, anyway), but Tanjiro… Tanjiro looks ill. You notice his nostrils flare whenever you draw closer.

“Tanjiro?”

“Fucking hell!” Inosuke yells. “Can’t you say anything else than his name for once?”

Your brows furrow together. “Inosuke, what are you going on about now?”

Zenitsu groans from his spot.

Gods, are all of them sick? Did the demon’s poison have more of an effect than you originally thought?

Slowly, Zenitsu picks himself off the ground and shuffles over. His arms sling themselves around you again, but it’s different than before. His touch feels different. You jump in place as he buries his face in the crook of your neck and inhales deeply.

“Oi! You son of a bitch!” Inosuke yells again. Foliage and twigs crunch under him as he scrambles to get up, entire body flexing angrily as he reaches for Zenitsu. “Off!”

You send a pleading look towards Tanjiro. Surely he would have an idea of what’s going on, right?

Right??

Still, Tanjiro refuses to say anything. His eyes are glued to yours, his jaw slack. He hastily wipes at his gaping lips and chin, yet it does nothing to hide the sheen of saliva sticking to his skin. A soft thunk brings your attention back to the two crowding around you; Inosuke has abandoned his boar head, the poor thing looking almost lonely on the ground. He openly lavishes your neck, tongue licking fat stripes against the skin.

A firm shove to the chest sends Inosuke falling straight onto his ass. You cup the side of your neck, completely scandalized. He doesn’t seem deterred by your rejection – if anything, it makes his eyes glow hungrily through the dark, a small growl rumbling in his throat.

Something hard pokes into your hip. You flash a wild look at Zenitsu. He merely looks back at you with a pleading gaze, his bottom lip tucked behind his teeth.

You swallow heavily. “Guys,” you start slowly, carefully, “we can get you to a Wisteria House or the Butterfly Mansion. I need you to keep your heads on straight. Breathe.”

“Please,” Zenitsu murmurs.

…Fuck.

Just like with Inosuke, you shove Zenitsu away. However, instead of staying there and lecturing them, you abruptly turn on your heel and run. It’s a ridiculous idea, you’re well aware of that, but the more distance you put between yourself and the three men, the better. Whatever was in that demon’s poison, it’s clearly messing with their psyches. You need time to think up a plan – and fast.

Trees fly by in a hazy blur as you make your escape. As you scale up a trunk, you hear not-so-distant shouts of your name echoing. From there, you jump from limb to limb, movements sleek and well-practiced. When was the last time you were chased like this? It had to have been a few years, at least, not since you were a fresh corps member.

It hits you before you see it; the sheer force of the collision rips the air from your lungs. Flashes of yellow fill your peripheral and a panicked word rings throughout your brain. Thunder.

Fortunately, Zenitsu has enough sense not to let you fall to the forest floor. He lands squarely on his feet with you held tightly in his arms. Both Tanjiro and Inosuke appear not a second later, and it’s only then that you realize that they’re all drenched in sweat.

Tanjiro says your name; he sounds pained, yet sweet. Guilt swims in the depths of his eyes, but another emotion lays over it heavily. It’s a look you’ve seen in Tengen’s eyes when he’s with his wives, or when Obanai is staring longingly at Mitsuri. You begin to squirm in Zenitsu’s hold, but his arms only tighten around you.

It’s hard to say who attacks first. One moment, you’re watching Tanjiro with a bated breath; the next, you’re on your back, staring up at three different faces. There’s a pair of rough hands tugging away at your haori, the buttons of your uniform. Goosebumps erupt over your skin once cool air caresses it, but then those very hands are fondling your breasts.

“Wait- No-“ you stammer.

A squeak breaks from your throat as your nipples are yanked on, calloused thumbs rolling them into stiff peaks. Zenitsu swears under his breath, his eyes glued to your chest. Inosuke looks just as lost, his gaze a million miles away. Tanjiro flashes you a timid smile.

“Please, just… Bear with us,” he tells you. Leaning down, he skims his lips against your temple. He breathes your name. “We’ll take care of you. I promise.”

A mouth latches around a nipple, eliciting a sharp breath from you. “What… What happened to you guys…?”

“That damned demon sprayed something at us,” Inosuke slurs. It sounds like his mouth is full.

Zenitsu promptly pushes Tanjiro’s head away and descends, his lips capturing yours. Your mind stalls as he pushes his tongue inside, a moan following soon after. You’re aware of Zenitsu’s stories of “wooing” women (to which degree you believe him is relatively low) and his general berating of Tanjiro and Inosuke’s lack of skills, but this… Well, it appears that he lives up to those stories.

You never thought you’d catch yourself kissing Zenitsu (if tongue and teeth equal as such) but it feels good. Still, this is wrong. These boys are your friends, and they’re under the influence of some Demon Art. That itself is odd, considering the effects of one die off as soon as the demon is killed. This poison had to be of some outside nature; possibly a concoction that the demon created itself?

Tanjiro busies himself with stroking your hair and the skin he can reach. He’s steadily breathing in your scent, little murmurs of appreciation and groans filling your ear. Inosuke suckles on your breast, teeth gnawing on your nipple until it’s flushed and swollen. Your lips are in a similar state once Zenitsu finally pulls away.

“I want to eat you,” Zenitsu says. The wicked flicker in his eyes tells you that he’s being completely serious.

You shuffle to sit up, but Tanjiro pushes you back down by your shoulders, smile apologetic but eyes the same as Zenitsu’s. “Wait, wait, wait- You’re not going to kill me, are you?”

“I get why that bastard strung all those guys up,” Inosuke grunts.

Your eyes go wide.

A silent agreement passes between the three and there goes Zenitsu’s hands again, undoing your belt and yanking your hakama down. Tanjiro hisses at the scent of your gathering arousal; it’s clear that your traitorous body enjoyed their attention a bit too much. Your fundoshi gets pealed away and your thighs instinctively clench together, wanting to hide your precious core from their hungry eyes.

“Open up,” Zenitsu breathes. He wiggles his way in between your legs and pries your thighs apart. Three sets of eyes focus on your puffy lower lips, at the sheen of arousal coating them. Embarrassment floods your face. “Beautiful,” Zenitsu openly moans.

You’re left completely speechless as Zenitsu ducks down, mouth latching onto your pussy. With a jolt, you shout his name, heart beating furiously against your ribcage. You’re genuinely worried it’ll try leaping from your chest and run away into the night. It takes a moment for your brain to catch up with what’s exactly happening; Zenitsu laps at your insides with purposeful movements, his nose held stiff to your clit.

“Move over,” Inosuke barks. He grabs a hold of Zenitsu’s haori and yanks him away, quickly taking his spot and raking his teeth against your sensitive flesh. You try to jerk away from him, but he wraps his strong arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he works you open with his tongue. He’s not as skilled as Zenitsu, but he makes it up with sheer enthusiasm.

Tanjiro takes your hand in his, his lips skimming your knuckles. It’s comforting, but you know he’s going to be wanting something from you as well. He directs your hand to his crotch; something hot meets your hand and Tanjiro shudders. Your eyes drop from his face, the sight of your fingers wrapped around his heavy cock causing something to stir in your gut.

Inosuke groans as your slick pours into his mouth, his hips pressed firmly to the ground. Zenitsu follows in Tanjiro’s footsteps and comes to your other side; your hand soon finds his own cock, precum leaking from the flushed tip.

Shit, this is really happening. If you go through with this, will the poison’s effects wear off? Will you be able to look at the trio the same ever again?

You tentatively squeeze both cocks and the delightful sound of deep groans fill your ears.

All doubts disappear.

Frankly, you’re not even sure how you’re supposed to go about this, but you still give it your best shot. The precum oozing from their cockheads make the slide of your hands easier, much to their satisfaction. Inosuke’s mouth is still hot on your drooling pussy, his eyes fixated on your parted lips and hooded eyes. Plush lips latch around your clit as two fingers breach your fluttering hole; a whorish moan erupts from your lips, and the cocks in either hand twitch at the sound.

“Make them cum,” Zenitsu tells Inosuke. “Gods dammit, Inosuke, make them cum.”

You aren’t sure if it’s his filthy words, Inosuke’s mouth, or the precum coating your hands, but that tight little knot in your lower stomach snaps and then you’re practically gushing all over Inosuke’s fingers. Wicked panting fills the air as Inosuke sits up, his pupils blown to hell.

“I want it,” he growls, his fingers digging into the muscle of your thigh.

Tanjiro speaks your name again, sounding absolutely wrecked. “Can you- Do you think you can take us all at once?”

Your pussy flutters at his words. You never thought you’d hear Tanjiro, sweet, sweet Tanjiro, say something so filthy. It suddenly feels too hard to swallow correctly. “H-How?” You hate how your voice cracks.

“Winner gets their mouth,” Zenitsu husks.

What?

Much to your surprise, the three engage in some oddly horny round of rock-paper-scissors. You’ve got be fucking kidding me.

Tanjiro makes a sound of excitement when he wins. How he manages to still be so precious at a time like this is beyond you. Still, you let the guys rearrange your positions into something more… workable. Now, your knees are digging into the ground below you, haunches tucked below as you stare up at the other three. Zenitsu licks his lips as he slowly grinds his aching cock into your fist. Inosuke doesn’t seem too pleased at losing to Tanjiro of all people, but he is pleased that your hand is stroking his thick cock.

Tanjiro’s face is scrunched. Although his cock is thick and flushed a pretty shade of red, hesitation still pulls at him. Zenitsu notices his inner turmoil and brings a hand to the back of your head.

“Pretty thing, open your mouth nice and wide, okay? Make sure your teeth are covered,” he urges.

Inosuke releases a guttural fuck as your jaw falls open, cute little pink tongue beckoning Tanjiro. Biting his lip, Tanjiro focuses on your pretty mouth. Precum pearls at his tip and runs down his shaft; he’s practically begging to have his cock in your mouth, even though he hasn’t said anything.

“Is this okay?” Tanjiro says through grit teeth.

You slowly nod your head.

A hiss passes through those clenched teeth as Tanjiro eases his hips forward, hand directing his cock towards your mouth. Your eyes fall shut as the weight settles on your tongue. Musk and salt fill your senses; it’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced, yet you find yourself enjoying the stretch of your jaw, the silken girth pressing further into your mouth.

Allowing Tanjiro fall into a rhythm, you keep your breathing steady and focus on the cocks in your hands. They feel the same as Tanjiro’s, all hot and hard and soft at the same time. A chorus of moans is music to your ears. There are murmurs of your name, sweet pet names, yet there’s always that choke of a curse word and a slight thrust of the hips.

The tip of Tanjiro’s cock hits the back of your throat and you cough. He pauses his movements, hand caressing your throat; he’s ever so patient, even as he’s leaking down your throat and saying your name like a prayer. He pushes in just the slightest bit, and then he growls as he feels the bulge of his cock in your throat. Now, you’re well used to Inosuke growling, but the way Tanjiro does it has your pussy dripping.

You’re nothing more than a toy, some pathetic thing to let them get their kicks. You feel so used, chin, lips, and hands covered in slick precum, your pussy weeping onto the ground below you. Opening your eyes, you take your time to look at each and every single one of the boys. There’s another fuck! and Inosuke’s cumming all over your fist, some of it even splashing onto your cheek. The sight triggers a domino effect of some sort; Zenitsu shoots his own load, spilling all over your hand and whining piteously. Tanjiro is only a few moments behind, his hand clenching around your throat as he empties his spend into your mouth.

Tanjiro pulls away and sinks to his knees, words gentler than before as he rubs his thumbs across your cheekbones. He kisses you softly, and the stark difference in behavior nearly has you dizzy. Zenitsu’s panicking about something, voice shrill as he cries out his apologies. Inosuke merely gives a what?

“Thank you,” Tanjiro whispers against your mouth. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Wait, does this mean you’re cured?” you croak. Zenitsu squeaks when you look at him.

“Yeah,” Tanjiro tells you. He begins to give a little smile, but then his nostrils flare and he glances down between you two. A bright blush spreads across his handsome face. “You… Would you like our help?”

You lick your lips. “Yes.”

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anemptypuddingcup · 10 months

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“Dinner for two- no- three!”

Zoro and Sanji x Female Reader Smut.

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Surprise! I’ve finally finished it for you all! A lot have been asking for a Zosan x Reader but I’ve written it to where they’re still being little bickering idiots. (Dw I’ll answer y’all requests, I’ve been writing this and that’s what got me sidetracked) I hope you all enjoy this surprise fic, y’all deserve it! Thank you for 750+ followers!

Contains: A threesome with Zoro and Sanji. Zoro and Sanji surprising you with a relaxing night of dinner under the stars. Zoro and Sanji are still hostile to each other, but agreed to get along for the occasion. Zoro and Sanji treating their crush with something special. Double penetration. Dirty talk and sweet praise. (Somewhat) Being sandwiched between Zoro and Sanji Vaginal with Zoro. Anal with Sanji. A soft and relaxing smut fic. Kickback and relax, this fic is pretty long. Tysm for 750+

“This was such a bad idea…” An angry sigh left the moss-headed man as he stared at the opposing pale blonde across from him. Out of all the things in the world, why did he have to be here with him? Couldn’t they just sit in a separate room or something?

Smoke left the soft thin lips of Sanji who only stared at Zoro with disinterested as he sat there waiting for his sweet babydoll to come back after a bath so he could fix dinner. Even though no one else from the crew would be back until morning, the three of you volunteered to watch after Thousand Sunny with you being the first to suggest.

So why were these two idiots here? To put it simple, they both adored you and had feelings for you. There’s no way that they’d tell you though, no matter how much they wanted to because they were sitting right across from each other. Sitting there acting like they both weren’t thinking of spending time with you as soon as the other left.

Though, they have to shove these thoughts aside and stick with the plan.

You were fine with the extra company as it didn’t bother you, it was rather funny to see the two men bicker at the smallest things just because their chemistry wasn’t the strongest thing on the ship. Sanji sighs as he puts his cigarette out in the astray before standing up to wash his hands and begin cooking dinner for the three of you even though Sanji preferred it if Zoro didn’t eat for once.

Zoro could tell that Sanji was impatient because he started cooking even though you hadn’t came back from the bath. It didn’t take him very long to cook either.

“Oi marimo. Go ahead and tell the sweet lady that dinner’s almost done.” Sanji demanded as he was nearly finished preparing dessert for you. Zoro huffs before glaring to the cook who was already taking out a bottle of wine. “You don’t gotta tell me. I’m goin’.” Zoro slowly walks out of the kitchen to go look for you. If you weren’t in the bath, you happened to be in a place that you always lingered at in the night, the crows nest.

Pressing his fingers against the cold metal of the ladder, he looks up before sighing to himself. “Why did I decide to go through with this to him? Why him of all people?” Zoro continued to ask himself that repeatedly as he climbed up to the crows nest, knocking on the wooden latch before pushing it open.

Climbing inside, he see’s your pretty silhouette standing there as you gazed up at the stars from the window before you were slightly startled by Zoro letting himself in. “Hey, dinner’s ready.” Zoro says as he slowly walks over to you. You smile and nodded before walking over to the latch and opening quickly, seemingly hungry after a long night. Peeking down, you see that Sanji was climbing up the ladder with a bag over his shoulder.

“Oh! Sanji’s climbing up with it!” You say, a bit surprised that Sanji decided to bring the food up to you inside the crows nest instead of you just going to the kitchen to eat. Zoro groans at Sanji’s impatience but shrugs it off, he couldn’t blame him for it.

Sanji climbs in with a few bento boxes and little treat box inside a bag, slowly handing them to you before climbing inside and closing the latch. “Oh Sanji, you didn’t have to climb up here…” You say, a bit nervous that it was possibly a hassle to bring food up into the crows nest. Sanji chuckles before taking the food out of the bag along with two bottles of wine.

“I apologize for the inconvenience, but I thought you wanted to stay up here. So I brought the food to you instead sweetheart.” Sanji says softly, his voices leaking with honey. You blush and nod, thanking him for his hard work of setting up dinner. Zoro was already sitting down, ready to eat and relaxing with the woman he’s been desperately trying to get to.

The only obstacle in the way was that curly-browned idiot.

“Mmh~ Sanji you didn’t have to make dessert, I was fine with just the dinner!~” You say, not wanting him to do to much than he already had. Sanji chuckles before blush dusted his cheeks, taking a sip of wine from his glass. “A sweet lady like you deserve something just as sweet.” Sanji replies, his face turning redder the more you thanked him. Zoro had already downed half of the wine bottle and was tipsy enough to enjoy the night even if a certain perverted idiot was on his hands.

The three of you sat there in silence, a bit unable to make conversation due to the amount of tension and awkwardness in the air, though that didn’t stop you from speaking first.

“What’s the special occasion? You don’t usually do this.”

Your question causes both of the men to freeze up before they turn to you with slight shock on their face. “W-Well- Um…” Sanji stammered before spewing smoke from his cigarette. “It’s for you.” Zoro gets straight to the point, not wanting to waste time and play hard to get with you. Sanji scoffs at Zoro angrily, not wanting him to spill out what their intentions were yet. “O-Oi! Marimo!” Sanji groans.

You blush at the remark before giggling to yourself. “For me? You guys didn’t have to…” You say, very flattered that both wings of the captain would plan something so nice for you. They both were adorable in your eyes, yet you never made much time for the both of them.

Which is why they made time for you.

They both look at each other before turning to you. “We insist babydoll…” Sanji whispers to you, a smile across his soft lips.

Sanji and Zoro scoot in closer to you, both of them staring at each other before sighing out of frustration towards each other. Zoro blinks before looking back down at you. From the tall angle he was at, you were breathtaking. A beautiful captivating woman in front of him who made his heart ache and pound out of his chest.

Sanji enjoyed your sweet smell and soft skin aside from your beauty, a wonderful little lady who was pretty from top to bottom. You made it hard for them both to breathe around you and even if they hated each other, they certainly didn’t hate you.

“Oi…Look at me.” Zoro softly grips your chin before staring deep into your eyes. Your face turned a deep red as Zoro stares at you while Sanji’s hands begin to caress your sides.

“Z-Zoro- Sanji!~” An embarrassed whimper leave your lips as you felt Sanji’s hands caress your midsection softly.

Your body freezes from Sanji’s hands and you stared up at Zoro before your face grows hot. He smiles softly before holding your face with his two large hands. You begin to melt into his hands before he move his face on closer to yours. You feel his chapped lips press against yours before your tongue catches his taste.

The slight bitterness on his tongue from the wine he sipped envelopes your tongue as you indulge in his taste, melting into the kiss as his hands cradles your head. He rolls his fingertips behind your ears to soothe you as he relishes in your sweet taste for a little while.

You let out a little moan as he takes over, his tongue a lot more stronger than yours. He wanted to savor your taste though he craved for more as he held your head in place while drool drips down your chins.

After a little while, he pulls back and you both take a deep breath. A string of saliva falls from both of your lips as you inhaled deeply before wanting more. You feel the heat beginning to pool out onto the fabric of your panties, soaking them as you yearned and craved for more of his warm tongue against yours.

You feel Sanji’s hands slide up your body softly, feeling your soft skin under your shirt before his large skinny hands gropes your breasts through your bra. A moan erupts from your lips as you felt his soft fingers pinch and roll at your nipples before he peppers kisses against your neck. You tried your best to suppress your moans as Sanji unclips your bra to pull that and your shirt off.

“Such soft breasts…such pretty skin~” Sanji whispers into your ear before nipping at it, making you moan out. Zoro smirks before he begins to press kisses down the valley of your breasts. You arch your back from the contrast in texture from their lips.

Sanji’s soft lips pressed delicate kisses against the back of your neck and ear. While Zoro’s rough and chapped lips kissed your body hungrily, disregarding whatever part it was. “Ain’t she pretty? Ero-cook?” Zoro asked before glaring to Sanji. Sanji chuckles lightly. “Breathtaking.” He breathes, for once agreeing with Zoro’s words.

“Sanjiii~ Zorooo~” You moan out their names as your body shivers from their warm and wet kisses, wanting more of their touch and affection as your pussy began to swirl from your overwhelming feelings of love and joy. Zoro begins to unbutton your pants with intensity before yanking both them and your panties off.

“Patience girl, we’re gonna take care of you.” Zoro says before moving down to your cunt. You lay your body back against Sanji’s chest while he continues to play with your breasts, his eyes unable to unfocus from them. Zoro runs a finger along your slit, making you gasp out from his warm fingers. “You’re soakin’ down here ain’t you sweetheart?” Zoro teased before he spreads your legs.

Zoro presses a kiss to your swollen clit, which makes you moan out from sensitivity and slight pleasure. You feel your toes curl as Zoro slid his tongue along your slit before fully pushing his tongue past your entrance and deep inside of you. Sanji suckles on his fingertips making sure to coat them in saliva before trailing them down to your ass.

You gasp as you felt his fingers prod at your rear entrance before slowly pushing them inside of you, making you moan out. He gently thrusts his fingers in and out of your rear entrance, making you moan out from both that and Zoro suckling up your juices.

Sanji softly peppers a kiss to your cheek before pressing his soft lips against yours. The taste of cigarettes smoke coats your tongue and fills your nose before Sanji continues to play with your breasts. Zoro stares and watched in pleasure as Sanji caught your attention from his kiss, though he couldn’t just sit there and act like he wasn’t getting turned on from seeing you make out with someone else ,even if it was Sanji.

“Mmh~ Your lips are tasty honey~” Sanji compliments before kissing you again. You whimper out loudly into the kiss as you felt Zoro’s tongue hit your g-spot. You whine out as they pleased your body, prepping you up to take their cocks while you sat there and took it from both of them like a good girl. You feel Sanji’s finger go deeper inside of you before you moan into Sanji’s lips again.

A irritated whimper leaves you as you feel Zoro remove his tongue from your cunt before licking his lips. “Your pussy’s so sweet~” Zoro says before sliding his tongue along his lips. Gripping the waistline of his pants and moving his haramaki, he pulls them down to reveal his erect cock. Sanji removes his lips from yours before inhaling deeply as saliva fell from both of your lips.

Zoro presses his hardened cock against your bare cunt, making you whine out. “Z-Zoro~ S-So big…” You say in awe as you felt him grind against your needy pussy. You feel Sanji remove his fingers and gently pulls down his pants before his warm and hot cock presses against your lower back. “I-I…I’m getting impatient..” Sanji admits before nipping at your ear again. A chuckle leaves Zoro before he stares at you and Sanji.

“Oi cook. You better fuck her good or I’m kickin’ your ass.” Zoro says, adjusting himself and getting a grasp on your hips. Sanji sighs heavily as he grinds his aching cock against your back, needy for you. “I’ll probably please her better than you, shitty marimo.” Sanji grits his teeth before hissing at the aching pain of his erection.

You feel the men press their cocks against your sopping entrances, ready to feel your warm and tight gummy walls sucking them in. “You can go first.” Zoro breathes, allowing Sanji to enter you first. He smiles softly before pressing a kiss to your neck, trying his best to soothe you before he slides into your rear.

“Relax for me babydoll, I promise it’ll feel good shortly.” Sanji whispers. You nod as he pulls you farther into his body, your ass rubbing and grinding against his cock. A strained groan leaves his lips before he presses the tip against your entrance. “Sanji- P-Please be gentle…” You plead, not very used to anal intercourse. Sanji nods before holding on to your body softly.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can my love~” Sanji whispers before he begins to slide in. An abrupt moan leaves you both as Sanji slides into your rear entrance, stretching you out and filling you up in the process. Sanji feels himself wanting to cum from your tightness alone. “S-So good~ So tight~” He groans out as he slowly fills your ass. You moan shakily as you feel how deep he is inside of your ass.

“A-Are you alright?” Sanji asks, giving you a concerned expression. You nod before peppering a kiss to his lips. “Y-Yes, I’m fine~” You moan out. Zoro breathes shakily as his cock leaked precum onto your inner thigh. He was craving you and he needed you badly, it was starting to get challenging for him to hold back on you.

You slowly spread your legs open, urging for Zoro to fill your pussy with his cock. You wanted to feel both him and Sanji inside of you. Zoro held your hips tightly before he slowly begins to slide into your needy pussy, a moan emerging from his throat as he filled you up. “A needy lil’ girl ain’t ya?~ You want both of our cocks to fill up your needy holes?” Zoro asked, taunting and teasing you.

You whine out and nod profusely. “Y-Yes!~ P-Please fill me up Z-Zoro~” You whimpered, begging him to fill you up. He smiles before he shoves his length inside of you, making you throw your head back and whine out. Sanji lets out a little moan as he felt the recoil of your body bump against his from Zoro. “O-Oi! Be gentle with her marimo!” Sanji demanded Zoro, not wanting you to get hurt by the moss-headed man and himself.

Zoro chuckles as he gives you time to adjust to his size, watching you as you trembled against both him and Sanji. You tighten around Sanji and Zoro as they stuffed you full in both ends, your mouth drooling as they both were deep inside of you.

“A-Ah!~ S-She tightened even m-more~” Sanji moans, fighting back the urge to just move his hips. “So fucking good~” Zoro groans before giving you a sloppy kiss. You whine out as Zoro slowly begins to thrust into you, the feeling of your warm gummy walls sucking him in gave him life. Sanji slowly begins to move his hips afterwards, thrusting his cock inside of you slowly before going at a faster pace.

You moan out in pleasure as you they both thrusted into you, hitting the deepest spots that no one else could. Their hands roamed your body, touching you as if they’d never seen or touched a woman in their lives. They were needy for you, they wanted you. You wrap your arms and legs around Zoro’s neck and hips as he gasped out from the warmth of your cunt.

“Fuck you feel so warm an’ tight around me~” Zoro breathes as his hands grip your thighs tightly. You whine out as you feel Zoro hit your g-spot before Sanji pressing more kisses against your neck. “This feels wonderful, doesn’t it love?” Sanji asks, his lips continuing to suckle at your skin before he gives you little love bites. You feel Zoro’s hands trailing up your body, also wanting to get a good feel of your skin.

You moan shakily as their hands touches all over your body, loving the feel of your skin against theirs. Zoro peppers a kiss under your jaw and chuckles lightly. “Your pussy feels so fucking good~” He whispers before his movement increase speed. You gasp out Zoro trails his lips lower, suckling on little amounts of skin as he peppers kisses down your body.

“You look so cute baby~” Sanji whispers to you as he thrusted into your ass at a steady pace. You whined out as you felt Sanji grope your breast and held it in place as Zoro suckled on the skin. “You feel so goood~ Z-Zoro! Sanji!~” You whimpered as you arched you back from their touches. Your grip on Zoro’s shoulders grow tighter as you feel yourself growing closer, the warm feeling in your tummy appearing as you breathe heavily.

The men groan when they feel both of your holes tighten around them, signaling you growing close. Zoro grips your hips once more and pulls you down farther onto both his and Sanji’s cock, making both you and Sanji moan out in pleasure. “Someone’s gettin’ close, is our little slut gettin’ close?~” Zoro ask, his tone teasing you. You nodded before letting out a little whimper.

“Use your words love~” Sanji whispers to you. You whimper but comply with them both even though you were close to squirting. “F-Fuck yes! Yes m’so close!~” You whine out, your hands gripping Zoro’s shoulders tightly. Zoro snickers before pushing his body close against yours, trying to push his cock so deep into you. You moan out as you feel his cock kiss your cervix while Sanji’s cock goes deeper inside of your rear entrance.

“I want you to squirt on my cock baby~” Zoro whispers to you as he fucks into you at a fast pace. You moan and gasp out as you felt yourself wanting to cum on Zoro while Sanji heals on tight to your body while thrusting into you as well. “S-So good~ Y-Your ass feel so good sweetheart~” Sanji gasps before his fingers trails down to you clit. You gasp out as Sanji rubbed his gentle fingers against your swollen clit, giving you more pleasure to overwhelm your body.

Drool fell from your lips and slide down your chin as they both fucked you so fast yet so deeply. “Mmh~ F-Fuck I feel it coming!~” You gasp out before you wrap your arms back around Zoro tightly. You hear Zoro groan and Sanji let out a moan as they also grew close to their orgasm and were on the verge of climaxing. “F-Fuck- C-Can I cum inside of you baby girl?~” Zoro asks as he looks up at you with his only eye.

You nodded profusely and moan out before speaking to him and Sanji. “Y-Yeah! You both can cum inside of of me~” You whined as you felt yourself on the edge. Zoro hold son tightly to your hips before thrusting fast into you trying to chase his high. Sanji was no different as you could hear him whine and whimper behind you, his noises only growing louder as he grew closer.

“You’re startin’ to sound like her shitty cook, does it feel that good?” Zoro asked, teasing Sanji while slams his hips against your ass. “F-Fuck yeah~ She does feel so good~” Sanji answers honestly, not really caring much about the teasing from Zoro. Sanji suckles onto your skin once more as he grew closer to summing inside of you, his whimpers only growing louder.

Zoro feels his cock twitch inside of you. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna c-cum~” Zoro says, trying his best to hold out so you cum before him and Sanji. You whimper out and squirm around behind a gasp leaves you. “So close!~ S-So closee~” You whine out as you felt your cunt beginning to flutter around Zoro. Zoro chuckles before giving you another loving kiss, beckoning you to squirt on his cock.

“Come on, cum on my dick! Come on!” Zoro says, his hips practically pounding into you. You moan out in pleasure as you felt yourself ready to cum around Zoro. Gasping from the pleasure of their thrusts, you let out a loud whine as you felt yourself ready to cum. “Cumming! I-I’m cumming~” You moan out before you felt yourself loosening up.

A loud and shaky moan leaves you as you squirt on Zoro’s lower tummy, a heavy breath soon following afterwards. Zoro and Sanji smiles before they continue the pace of their movement, chasing for their high. Fucking you through your orgasm, Sanji whimpers out as he felt himself ready to cum inside of you. “O-Oh!~ Oh I-it’s coming!~” Sanji groans out before pulling you close to him.

Zoro shoves himself inside of you after Sanji pulled you back, wanted and needing your warmth to help him come. “F-Fuck! Fuck yes!~” Zoro groans out as he keeps your hips in place. Both Zoro and Sanji groan loudly as they both cum deep inside of you, filling both of your holes up with their seed. A little whine leaves you as you felt their warmth run through your body.

You breathe shakily before hugging Zoro, needing something to keep you warm and to comfort you. Sanji wraps his arms around your bare torso and lays his head to your shoulder, his heavy breathes still being heard along with Zoro’s. “Babydoll…” You hear Sanji moan out before he presses kisses against you nose again to soothe you. Zoro presses his lips against yours before pulling back and sighing happily,

“Felt good, didn’t it?” Zoro asked as he looked deep into your eyes. You nodded happily before peppering a kiss to his cheek. “I…I wanna stay like this…” You hear Sanji say quietly. You smile softly. “I do too…this is relaxing…” You say quietly. Zoro doesn’t answer and instead stays closer to you to keep you warm and closer to him.

Sanji and Zoro looks to each other and then back to you.

“So…who was better?”

“What?-“

“Who fucked you better? Me or that shitty cook?”

“Oi!”

“W-Well…I enjoyed you both.”

Zoro huffs, thinking that he was gonna do better than Sanji. Sanji shrugs and goes back to peppering more kisses against your soft skin. “I love you both…” You whisper out before giggling to yourself. Sanji blushes at your remark and presses a soft kiss to your lips. “Aww, we love you too babydoll.” Sanji says before kissing you once again.

Zoro smiles and peppers a kiss to your face as well before yawning. “Shit, I’m gettin’ tired.” Zoro huffs before laying against your body. “Stay on my cock while I sleep…you’re keepin’ me warm.” Zoro groaned before he began to doze off, his head relaxing against your shoulder. You blush at his words but pepper a kiss onto his lips before looking back to Sanji.

Sanji yawns but tried his hardest to not fall asleep. “So soft…” You hear him whisper out sleepily. You sighed knowing that it was going to be an uncomfortable position to sleep in, but you obliged and smiled before looking at them both. They both slept soundly with Zoro against your shoulder and Sanji laying against your upper back.

You gaze back up through the window and look at the stars once again, continuing your on-look of the pretty glimmering night sky.

“You both’re so cute. I love you two.”

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rookthorne · 11 months

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Slow mornings were the best on your farm — the sounds and smells and sights of the early hours painted a picture for how the day to come would no doubt pan out. It also helped having an insatiable husband, you supposed.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☼ Farmer!Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife!F!Reader

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𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 ‘𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The stirring of the farm was always a symphony of sounds that filled your heart with joy: the clucking of the chickens and morning crow of the roosters, the loud calls and brays of the horses and cows, not to mention the dogs snuffling around the yard for the fresh tracks of wild rabbits and stray foxes. It was a sight both you and Bucky had worked so hard to achieve, and for the rest of your days, you would treasure it, protect it.

The smell of hearty pancake batter wafted from the mixing bowl in your hand as you worked, preparing for the feast that Bucky would inevitably be starving for once he woke with the sun that had started to peak over the horizon.

Farm life always started early, and for a change, you had beaten Bucky in rising and beginning the day, but not without good reason – the silk chemise flowing and brushing your thighs would be a welcome sight for your husband, that you could guarantee.

You started to hum quietly, swaying your hips to the rhythm in your mind as you placed the bowl on the counter to ready the pan, when you heard the loud trill of the alarm clock and an even louder groan of protest.

“Coffee,” you muttered, grabbing Bucky’s favourite mug from the cupboard just as you heard shuffling footsteps down the hall, heading straight for the kitchen.

“Well,” Bucky rasped, and you turned to smile at your groggy and sleepy husband, who was eyeing you with a brewing hunger. “Ain’t you an angel, huh?” The kettle whistled, and you shrugged, determinedly getting back on task when strong arms suddenly wrapped around your middle, a warm weight enveloping your back and pushing you against the counter. “Good mornin’, Peach.”

“Morning, babe,” you whispered back, turning your head to kiss him on the lips softly. “How’d you sleep?”

Bucky shrugged. “Jus’ fine, darlin’,” he yawned, pulling away to start making his coffee – strong and black, no cream or sugar. “Woulda been better if I got to wake up with my girl in my arms– better yet, wrapped around her.”

“You horn dog,” you chuckled, shaking your head. “Later. Let’s eat breakfast first.”

Plates of pancakes, bacon, and fruit vanished faster than you could refill them. Bucky was sweeping the dirty dishes from the table quicker than you could even offer to help clean up – not that you’d complain, there was a lot to take care of today.

The first order of business, though? Taking Bucky up on his offer.

“Alright,” Bucky said from the kitchen, the clatter of plates in the dish drainer making you smile – one less job for you to take care of; bless him. “I’m goin’ to get dressed. Get this day started so I can come home to my Peach, huh?”

“‘Kay,” you called back, stretching in your chair before standing. The wooden floor was cool under your feet as you padded to the front door to take in the morning air, a happy sigh leaving your lips as you opened the screen door, allowing the nicer smells of the countryside to fill your senses; morning dew, fresh hay, and the faint scent of cedar.

Mac and Lilo were bounding in the yard with loud yips and barks, chasing their tails with the excitement of work to do.

The porch was glowing in the morning rays, the timber planks painted with yellow sunlight, while the plants that were placed by the porch steps swayed ever so softly in the warm breeze. It was a beautiful morning, the epitome of tranquillity.

Boot falls sounded behind you, and the door creaked open. Then, everything came to a halt – the sounds of the morning dulled and became distant as you felt eyes roving your figure, a promise for what was to come.

“Goddamn, Peach, baby,” Bucky whistled, and before you could turn to face him, your front was crowded against the railing. His frame overpowered you, his very presence was demanding, and the hunger in his touch made you shiver. “How’s a fella meant to get any work done ‘round here when you’re walkin’ ‘round like this?”

“You didn’t seem to mind it in the kitchen,” you replied, smirking and looking over your shoulder at his face to see a brow raised incredulously.

“My wife was also in the safety of our home.” Bucky’s hands gripped your waist, the fabric of your chemise riding further up your thigh. “Who knows, sweetheart,” he continued in a low voice, his breath hot against the shell of your ear as he moved to palm your hips with his callused hands. “One might think you wanna get caught out here–bein’ fucked by your husband as he claims what’s his.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped. “Buck-”

A squeak of shock left your lips when Bucky suddenly pulled you closer, his hands holding your hips tightly so your ass was against his crotch – his cock was straining at the fly of his jeans. “Y’see what you do to me, Peach?” he breathed, voice husky with need. “Walkin’ round here like this–fuck, I’m a lucky man.”

Heat settled in your cunt with a dull throb, and you moaned, pitch high and wanton. “Fuck me,” you rushed, and he chuckled. “Bucky, please, hurry up–need you.”

The sound of Bucky’s belt buckle undoing echoed so loudly through the morning air you heard it over the roar of blood in your ears. “So sweet for me, Peach,” he drawled, his hand running up your back and pulling the chemise with it. “Don’t need this anymore, do we?”

Fabric flew over your vision – you were bare and gripping the rail for dear life. “Bucky.”

“Oh, baby,” he breathed, his fingers dancing across your skin until he cupped your bare ass in his hands. “Ain’t wearin’ anythin’ under- Wow.” Whistling appreciatively – much like the one he let loose in the kitchen, he stepped closer, his proximity forcing you to bend at the hip as he crowded you again. “If I knew that, sweetheart, I woulda fucked you in the kitchen, on the counter-” A kiss to your shoulder whilst his hand moved to spread your thighs, a quiet whimper leaving your lips. “In the dining room, on the fuckin’ table-” Another kiss to your shoulder, followed by a bite. “And against the damn front door.”

“You can–you can, just fuck me, please,” you mewled, your whole body tensing when his right hand circled your hip to cup your sex, his deft fingers playing your clit in the way that made you sing. “Fuck, fuck–c’mon, Bucky.”

“Who am I to deny my Peach,” Bucky chuckled. “Not when she’s asking so sweetly.”

The brush from the head of Bucky’s cock made your breath hitch. “Yesyes, oh fuck, yes,” you moaned, grinning when you felt him drive forward with a low groan, his forehead resting between your shoulder blades. Laughing breathily, you widened your stance, your feet spreading further apart.

“Always take me so well, baby,” Bucky huffed, his breath hot against your skin. “Jus’ like you were made for me–so fuckin’ hot and tight f’me.”

“Uh-huh,” you giggled, edging forward and slamming back into his hips to hear him cry out, his cock hitting all the right spots. “Want you to move, babe, fuck me.”

“A-Alright,” Bucky stuttered, slightly breathless, and you grinned wickedly. His hands rubbed up and down your sides, finally coming to settle on your hips. “I’ll fuck you, Peach. Don’t keep quiet on me, now–lemme hear you.”

You nodded and braced.

The pace started slow – long, deep thrusts that morphed into brutal pumps of his cock, each thrust punctuated with a loud grunt of pleasure from Bucky, a high moan from your own lips, and the wet sounds of him fucking you in earnest. “Bucky! Fuck, yes–ohmygod, don’t stop!”

“Don’t plan on it, sweetheart,” Bucky panted, his lips finding the spot on your neck with ease, and he began to suck harshly – the contrast of the sting of his lips and the all-encompassing brush of his cock made you cry out, gripping him and the porch rail like a vice. Slick started to run down your thighs, and you whimpered as Bucky moved one hand back to your clit. “You’re squeezin’ me, darlin’, fuck–you close already?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as Bucky worked your clit in fast, tight circles. “Yeah!”

A pleased hum rumbled in Bucky’s chest, and he stepped impossibly closer – almost becoming one with your trembling form. "Feel s'good around my cock, Peach, fuck.” The pace changed to be frantic, his hips pistoning in and out with unmatched desperation. “You ain’t allowed to wear anything under that pretty workin’ dress a’yours, baby. I want my cum dripping down your thighs all day–a reminder of just what I wanna do to you tonight."

“Oh!” Your voice could have carried out past the hills of your farm for all you cared if Bucky kept up this pace while promising more – you wouldn’t last. “Please! I won’t, I won’t, fuck-”

“Tha’s it, darlin’,” Bucky purred, his voice deep and alluring over your keening moan. “Lemme hear you, c’mon–cum for me, let go.”

“Bucky, Buck- ‘M close, don’t–”

“Fuckin’ let go for me, darlin’,” Bucky growled, and you whined loudly as your toes curled. “Good girl, gimme it; I need to feel you cum on my cock. C’mon.” His voice was wrecked, a low moan building in his throat as you seized in his grip.

“‘M coming! Bucky, fuck!”

Bucky choked on a gasp, his hips faltering as you fluttered and pulsed through your high. “Good god, baby,” he gritted out through his teeth, his grip on you becoming bruising as he pulled you back against his chest. The brush of fabric against your back startled you – he was still clothed? “Fuck, you feel s’good, I’m gonna cum, and you’re gonna take it–yeah, you’ll fuckin’ take it.”

“Cum for me, wanna feel it,” you cried, gripping his arm and meeting his thrusts. “Bucky, please, please, gimme it.”

“Ah–ah, shit, darlin’,” Bucky moaned. There was a sudden jolt of heat in your cunt, and Bucky bit your shoulder to muffle a shout as he came, pulling off only to whine as his cock twitched, emptying completely in your heat.

You shuddered in Bucky’s embrace through aftershocks, both of you gasping to catch your breath.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Bucky panted, squeezing you tight against his chest, and you sighed happily. “Y’alright, sweetheart? I wasn’t too rough?”

“Nah,” you answered, leaning into his clothed chest. “Wait-” You looked over your shoulder properly, down his shoulders and chest, to find Bucky still fully clothed – a plaid shirt and tank top covering his muscled chest, and the feel of the crotch of his jeans soaked with the mess of your coupling. “You’re gonna have to change, babe.”

Bucky only grinned.

You lost a moment gazing into his face, studying the way his eyes flickered around your face. “See somethin’ you like, Peach?” he murmured.

“Yeah,” you whispered, wincing as Bucky pulled out slowly and helped you stand upright. “The oaf and horn dog that I married all those years ago.”

Laughter filled the air, and Bucky shook his head, his eyes sparkling in the rays of the sun. “And I’m the luckiest fella for being able to call you mine.”

“Such a sap.” Carefully, you bent to pick up the chemise from the decking, the fabric cold between your fingers. “Alright, mister,” you pointed towards the door of your home. “Get changed, then get outta here. You promised me, and you damn sure are gonna keep it.”

“Only if you hold up your end of the bargain,” Bucky quipped, a brow raised at you as he opened the front door, gesturing you inside. “After all, darlin’,” he drawled as he closed the door behind him, his tone sultry. “What kinda husband would I be if I didn’t fuck my beautiful wife at every damn possible opportunity I could get?”

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lady-ashfade · 1 year

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i saw your taking requests! how about yandere kaz brekker whos in loove with reader but she kinda thinks he's a monster (cause u know he's dirtyhands etc.), how would he try to change her mind? would he try at all? how would he treat her? any plot you want really, all love to you!

Yandere Kaz Brekker HC’S

Dark!Yandere!kaz brekker x reader.

Sorry for the late reply…today has not been the best. BUT THIS IS HELPING ME! SO BE PREPARED FOR KAZZEL DAZZEL!

If any of you want a small fic, drabble of this kaz then please! Give me some.

Dead dove do not eat.

Warnings: Yandere actions, blood, gore, obsession, protectiveness, stalking, and much more. Him being dirtyhands. Dark!yandere.

You, beautiful darling will be so right. Kaz brekker is a monster, one that is yours.

Dirtyhands? Bastard of the barrel? Is feral for you.

But he wants nothing more then for you to be happy, safe and sound. That’s good right? It is when he doesn’t go to the lengths he does.

But let’s talk about yandere kaz for a minute, the good things…

Will get you anything your hearts desires.

He gets you so many gifts, like you can’t keep track. When he learns that you like something it’s gotten…Stolen.

You want a new dress? Boom, it’s your favorite color and size just for you. That pretty necklace you looked at in the market? Oh, it’s on your window.

You want the actual hearts of someone who wronged you? You will have it, he will rip it out himself.

You will be followed and protect at every second. Inej and guards he hired to follow you everywhere, even if you don’t know that they are there.

Kaz would treat you …Like money. Craving more. Doing anything to get it. You are his darling.

Would he try and change her mind? Would he even try at all?

No.

Kaz wants you to know his deep love for you. That he would go to any lengths for you. If you think he’s a monster then that’s okay. Because he will never change, ever.

Maybe there’s pride in him that you’re just a little scared of him. Because then you wouldn’t cross him.

But at the same time he will try and show you that he means you no harm. That you, are the light of his life and only others will feel the wraith of Dirtyhands.

So he treats you well, at times.

I think kaz will trap you somewhere, maybe a house just for you to have a live happily but you can not leave. You can have a garden for you to go outside. But you try and escaped? You’re going to be chain up in a room, only a mattress under you until you beg him.

Until you understand that this is for the best and that you are his.

Yandere kaz is over the top and maybe one of the most scary if I’m being honest. You’ve seen how he takes revenge and protects the ones he loves already. But add yandere to the mix? Mans the walking ripper.

He keeps you away from everyone and comes to visit you every day. Guards around ever nook and cranny. Put you have everything you ever want or need there.

And, he knows you might get lonely sometimes so maybe a cat? Or a dog to help with that. Also the only people he lets see you are the crows, but they have their limits.

If you were ever kidnapped somehow..

Bro goes crazy as shit. Will blow the city up just looking for you. He will not sleep or eat until he finds you.

When he finds out where you have been taken then it’s war. He will torture the living bastards for it, and if you are hurt? Them that’s each wound their families will take.

Sorry I’m getting to much into this. But yandere kaz is just so dark to me.

Though after all this, you are his and he knows. You can take as long as you need because you both have forever. And he will be waiting until you except it.

#yandere kaz brekker #yandere kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #yandere shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone x reader #yandere x reader

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prince-kallisto · 2 months

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Crowley’s Gibier (A Follow-Up to the Soup Theory)

In the Magic Assault Practice event, Crowley begins with a speech that lasts four minutes- much like the Culinary Crucible event! But what truly shocked me was how he begins this event talking about how he visited a “gibier speciality restaurant.” This seemed like just him making an excuse to speak about food, but then Crowley begins getting oddly specific about the handling of gibier.

Gibier is wild game meat (aka animals hunted in the wild) which is Crowley’s favorite food!

But then, Crowley gets into more detail aboht the background process of handling such meat. He says “that the meat would get tough and smell foul if it’s not treated properly, in a process that requires techniques based on experience.”

He also says something along the lines of “there are many situations in which difficult decisions must be made on-site, and it is not something that can learned overnight,” and that it’s true craftsmanship that he’s in love with.

HM??

As the title to this theory suggests, this is a follow up to a previous theory regarding the significance of soup to Crowley, and why he repeatedly mentions it. I highly, highly recommend reading that previous theory first, as it gives far more context to what I’m talking about now! In that post, I mentioned that Crowley’s preference for wild meat, and the implications that he can eat inedible things like a crow/raven could, reminded me a lot of General Lilia’s habits of cooking rats and lizards. As soldiers on the field, they would have had to hunt for their meat in the wild, aka wild game.

So why does Crowley speak so heavily in several lines in the preparations of this, especially in how it’s based on experience? They way Crowley speaks of the smell and texture seems to imply that he’s experienced handling wild game himself many times before in order to gain this experience.

Crowley himself says that gibier/wild game involves handling several types of meat. This can include pheasants, quails, deer/venison, waterfowl, rabbit, hare, squirrel, elk, alligator etc. etc. Crowley doesn’t specify which type he is familiar with, but if he does indeed have first hand experience with the handling of freshly hunted meat, then I will safety assume that it includes some species of bird and some land animals.

It is also uncertain if the meat he is referring to is truly fresh from the hunt (meaning it would have to be plucked/skinned), or already prepared through machinery. But then, when Crowley says “there are many situations where difficult decisions must be made on-site,” it makes me think that he’s referring to the meat truly fresh from the hunt. And because he refers to treating and processing, I feel more positive on this idea!

Tw for mentions of deer preparation (not detailed) post-hunt all in the one paragraph below

I will be using deer/venison as an example, since it’s one of the most types of wild game. But Crowley says the meat would smell foul and be tough if not treated properly. I’m assuming he’s referring to the “dressing” of the meat, which means gutting the animal and then cooling the meat. Since Crowley refers to difficult decisions made on site, dressing a deer has to be soon or else there is the high risk of the meat spoiling and smelling foul and becoming slimy. Deer does indeed has a strong “gamey” smell, but the meat actually spoiling is what Crowley may be referring to. The temperature of the site you are working in is a huge factor in this, and the gutting is necessary to get rid of the body heat inside the deer. In just 20 minutes, there can be a huge spread in bacteria which can end up spoiling the meat and making it unsafe to eat. Magic in this world certainly helps with the cooking factor, as ice can be conjured up easily. But back to the difficult decisions, just a different of 10 degrees (Fahrenheit btw) can make a huge difference in the urgency that a deer would have to be taken care of. Additionally, the shot placement can have a huge impact on how quickly the bacteria may spread, necessitating quick work in gutting. And then Crowley refers to “processing,” meaning the deer would have to skinned and aged and cut, where a lot of other decisions would have to made too.

Now, Crowley being an gibier enthusiast may give him the knowledge of what gibier is supposed to taste like, but I was truly shocked at his words perhaps implying that he’s done it himself to the point of gaining experience.

But then I remembered General Lilia speaking of how he doesn’t care much for more refined cooking and meals. It was to the point that Meleanor complained of the dried meat was hard and salty. Dried is of course tougher and high in sodium, but there can be a lot of mistakes made when drying the meat. Over drying it can make the meat lose far too much moisture and become brittle, which sounds even worse if it was over salted. This, or his cuts of meat were too inconsistent, causing some slices to be taste over salted if they were cut too thinly. Lilia is also surprised by Silver, Sebek, and Yuu’s cooking as well, where the meat is tender and not dry at all- further implying that the meat he cooks is quite the opposite and just lacking in the detailed preparation Crowley speaks of. (Credits to Otome Ayui for the translation 🙏💖🐦‍⬛)

Lilia then says that after the dried meat fiasco, Levan summoned a pot to make soup. Now I am wondering if Levan made the soup from the dried meat/jerky. To fix overly salty dried meat, the salty coating can be rinsed, but sometimes when it’s so tough that rinsing it can’t fix it, it can be a great addition to *soup.* The soaking would rehydrate the meat and lessen the intensity of the sodium, while also providing a good flavor to the soup. So Levan could’ve fixed this situation with the easy solution- because he has the knowledge and experience to do so!

NAIFJZJDJCF THIS COULD BE ONE OF THE “DIFFICULT DECISIONS MADE ON SITE” THST CROWLEY WAS REFERRING TO!! If they already had dried meat, it would be too time consuming to try and gather more food. So Levan took this bad situation of overly salty and tough meat, and repurposed it inside the soup he prepared…it was quick and experienced thinking on his end!!!

BUT THEN, in Crowley’s personal story with his new SSR card, he speaks AGAIN about wild game meat! Vargas shares this trait with him- which makes sense since he twisted from Gaston. But Crowley is not only familiar with deer meat, but many other kinds as well, reaffirming what I said above regarding his experience. This scene is also where he’s eating meat pie. And back to his speech in the Magic Assault Practice event, he mentions that he frequents restaurants specializing in gibier (Credits to Otome Ayui again!!)

I am a firm believer that Crowley’s mentions of food is significant to his story. Food is prominently presented in Twisted Wonderland as vital to the character’s backstories and even their relationship with other characters, which fits the belief in psychology that food is related to memories of an experience- instead of just the actual flavor.

(This below is copied from the previous theory I was mentioning just because I think it’s a really important point):

“Think of what the strawberry tart meant to Riddle, for example. Of the tart's forbidden sweetness, of how he disobeyed his mother just wanting to be with his friends. Or even Malleus with his disliked food being "full-sized birthday cake" and his favorite being shaved ice, and how these experiences came from being alone on his birthday!”

“TWST uses food in their storytelling very deliberately- not only for backstory/memories but for character relationships. Think of how Cater pretended to like sweet things when in actuality he despised them and only Trey noticed it (relating to his own personality of being trendy and cool, but rather detached to the people around him), and sweet things brought back memories of how his sisters used to force him to eat sweets that he didn't even like. OR how Kalim's least favorite food is curry, because Jamil was once put into a coma after taste-testing Kalim's poisoned curry. But hey, even though curry was banned in Kalim's banquets because Kalim was so terrified from the incident, Jamil's favorite food is curry anyway! Or Azul's favorite food being friend chicken disliked food being "healthy foods" despite constantly eating it due to his weight insecurities. Jade and Floyd's favorite foods relating to octopus. Trey and Vil even have stories as to why they hate MUSTARD AND MAYONNAISE”

“This is not just for the students, but for the staff too.Trein's vichyssoise establishes him as a traditional and old-fashioned (and "elegant") man, Vargas' raw eggs and Sam's chicken gumbo connects them to the movies they're twisted from (frog meat is said to have the texture and a bit of the flavor of chicken. So Sam's favorite food being chicken gumbo is a sly way to imply the frogs from the film!)”

“And in the end, there is the soup, the tomatoes stew and juice, and the wild game meat. If something as specific as a full sized birthday cake means something significant to a character, why not the specification of wild game? It's just..interesting that Crowley's mentions of food ties back in some way with the very very few mentions that Lilia makes regarding Levan.”

Okay copy-paste over haha, but I’m just so intensely interested by the recent repeated mentions of Crowley’s wild game. It’s a very, very subtle potential hint- but that’s why I so firmly believe it what I just said above. The soup from the previous theory, and now wild game being mentioned over and over and over again, in his voiceline, the Magic Assault event, and now his personal story- much like the soup that mentioned in the game, novel, AND manga. So…Crowley potentially having first hand experience for preparing wild game on site could mean a lot here.

At first, it may seem like an unexpected decision for his character, but I think with the right context, it could make a lot of sense…he is a crow/raven (these corvids scavenge for obviously raw carcasses), but values the proper preparation of wild game and acknowledges how it is a craft to be valued in itself. He likely has a respect for the nature of these animals, understanding the proper yet difficult care needed for them.

And considering Crowley is such a huge fan of meat, I wouldn’t be surprised if he ate more “unusual” parts of the animals as part of his belief, like the heart, liver, gizzard, tripe, tongue, neck, etc etc. (In many parts of America these are considered unusual haha, but this was not a rare sight to me at all growing up and frequenting cultural markets!) No part of the animal is to be wasted, even if others consider some parts to be “undesirable” and thus thrown away. Animals are not just hunted for their hide or feathers- instead, as many parts of them are saved and utilized as part of the respect for it. And as we see in Briar Valley through Lilia’s dream, the Fae here have a high respect for nature, and part of their hatred for the Silver Owls is their disrespect for it and how they’ve been ruining their land that they live off on and have cared for for centuries. So…perhaps I am looking too deep as usual LMAO, but I really do appreciate the respect given to nature in this way.

And actually, also to my previous theory…it’s becoming more possible that Crowley wanting to eat Grim was not just a joke from him haha…😰 He could be fully capable of actually cooking him in a stew like he says >_> Oh and, the MASTERCHEF Grim card was just dropped for the 4th anniversary…it’s all about food 👀

Anyway, Crowley please cook me a soup yourself. I need to know what your cooking abilities are like…

#twisted wonderland #twst #dire crowley #twst dire crowley #twst levan #twst Lilia #kallistopost #twst theory #twst analysis #twst General Lilia #crowley is levan theory

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takeomisbitch · 1 year

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I’ve never requested anything before so I hope I’m doing it right. Could you please do #18 for zoro and sanji? Sfw or nsfw, either is fine. Please and thank you I’m so excited 🙏❤️

Their Love Language

A/N: Thank you guys for 300 followers love y’all ♥️

Sanji x Gn!reader and Zoro x Gn!reader

Word Count:1136

Prompt 18

Warnings: SFW & NSFW, PDA, Fem body mentioned and mentions of him being pussydrunk, food mention, pet name: Sweetheart, My Love, cunnilingus, overstimulation(Sanji), mention of being drunk, reader is kinda a book worm, pet name: Pretty, Baby, slight orgasm control, hair pulling, ass slaps, slight breeding kink, tiny little praise kink(Zoro)

Headcanon Prompt List | One Piece Masterlist

SFW

I think its pretty noticeable that Sanji's love language is both Physical touch and Acts of service

Sanji is very touchy loves PDA loves the idea that he can touch you and that you will except his touches

When you first started dating Sanji was very hesitant about his touches always asking if you were comfortable then over the months he would just brush his hand against your arm, sly touches on your back, leaving chastes kisses on you cheek

Sanji also likes having you in the kitchen with him when he is cooking meals for the crew

He has you sitting on the counter, spoon feeding you anytime he wants you to try something

It's mid afternoon, you and Sanji are in the Kitchen as he prepares lunch, every now and then Sanji would bring the spoon up to your lips asking you how it tastes. “Taste good, sweetheart?” taking the spoon into your mouth moaning as the warm food hits your tongue, “Tastes amazing Sanji.”

Now we all know that Sanji loves cooking but what he loves even more is just cooking for you

You're not feeling well? Don’t worry Sanji is running to the kitchen to make you soup. You wanna have a day out with him? He is packing a picnic basket if you’re docked on an island. If not he would have a picnic date with you in the aquarium on the Sunny

There are times when you forget that you need to do your laundry, and when you go to grab it you find already done and folded in the basket with a note on top “Seen you needed your laundry done so I did it for you- Love Sanji ♡”

You had made the decision to be lazy today, it's probably around 9 in the morning, you have been woken up by a knock on your door. “Y/N my love, I have you breakfast for you.” telling him to come in, Sanji walks in with a plate of french toast and fruit with a side of coffee. “I’ll be back later with your lunch, sleepyhead” he tells you as he places the breakfast table on your bedside, and leaving a kiss on your forehead he walks back out of the room

NSFW.

Sanji also puts your pleasure over his

He could and does spend hours eating you out

Sanji likes having you in the missionary position or in the lotus flower position he just really likes being close to you

There are times that you want to give Sanji head but he would only allow you to if you're in the 69 position only because he wants to please you as well

Sanji has been in between your legs for an hour now making you cum more than 3 times. Your juices are dripping down his face, “Sanji.. Please I’m too sensitive” you try to plead to him but he doesn’t listen he’s too pussydrunk to even hear you. The only noise Sanji hears is the sound of him slurping your juices and his fingers going in and out of your wet cunt. “You taste so good Y/N, I can stay here all day”

Zoro

SFW

Zoro’s love language believe it or not is also physical touch and quality time

Zoro likes having you in crows nest with him as he works out

He also likes laying his head on your lap as he takes a nap but not in front of anyone it as to be in the comfort of your room or in the crows nest

Zoro also likes when you both are just sitting in silence together

You're sitting in the corner of the crows nest up against the wall reading a book as Zoro works out, the silence between you two is so comforting that you don’t realize you are nodding off. Before you know it you are slumped against the wall book laying on your side. Zoro sees you asleep, stopping his workout he decides to lay with you, he gently moves your head to lay on his shoulder, giving your forehead a kiss. Zoro lays his head on top of yours and lets sleep over take his body.

Now Zoro is not big on PDA he think that his affection towards you should only be shown in private

Zoro loves (but would never admit it) to be the small spoon like on days where his muscles are sore and he's getting ready for bed all he wants is to be held by you, He won't tell you directly but you know when he wants it cause he would be extra clingy and kiss your neck till you get the point

He also likes when you're both at an island and you want to explore, you’ll grab his hand dragging him from shop to shop hands still entwined together

Zoro likes when you give him massages

He also gets very touchy in public only if he is drunk off his ass

You just finished up the book you've been reading when Zoro walks into your room, slugging towards the bed before he collapses in the spot next to you, face in the pillow arms under it. “Zoro, do you want a massage?” you ask slowly, getting up to sit on his lower half. “Please Y/N.”

NSFW

Now Zoro likes giving backshots he fucking loves doggystyle

Zoro not someone that his soft when yall are having sex he also likes when you finish first then at the same time

He would pull your hair, slap your ass

Zoro also likes the cowgirl position he likes being able to watch you struggle to take him all and he likes that he can pull you down by you neck for a kiss

Zoro really loves when yall fuck because it feeds his quality time love language

You are currently on all fours as Zoro pounds his thick cock into your wet hole. Feeling the tip of his cock brush against that sweet spot, “Zoro, I’m gonna cum” you moan out as his hand comes down to meet your ass in a hard slap “Not yet, hold it in for me, pretty.” Zoro’s thrust starts to pick up, you squeeze his cock from the sudden change of pace, Zoro grabs a fist full of your hair bringing you up to his chest. “You wanna cum baby? Hm? Then cum for me.” Once you hear him give you permission to cum you finish with your body shaking as Zoro cums deep inside your hole. He gives your ass one more slap before pulling out and watching cum leak out your abused hole, “You did so good for me baby” he gives your forehead kiss as he sets your body back down on the bed.

#Bella writes ʕ•̫͡•ʔ #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece x you #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #zoro x you #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #sanji x reader #sanji vinsmoke #sanji x you #sanji x y/n #fluff #anime imagines

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dead-dove-yandere · 1 month

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I LOVED MARIE!! Can we get a part 2?

TW: Stalking, obsession, implied cannibalism

Marie stirred the stew in the slow cooker before dashing back to her freezer to finish labelling and dating all the meat she was going to have to store in there. It was difficult, breaking down a whole animal, especially one as repugnant as that. But when the meat was free and so readily available, it would be silly not to make use of it. She used the tougher cuts in her stew, hoping that the fat would melt and the meat would become soft and flavourful, while the better cuts and the offal she would keep for another day. She wasn’t going to waste any of it - even the bones would be made into stock once her children were in bed. She put the last cut, a piece of rump, into the freezer, just as she heard a knock on the door, and she quickly slammed the freezer door closed and locked it. She took a moment to smooth her pinafore and hair, before answering the door. She flashed you a dazzling white smile as she saw it was you at the door.

“Good evening!” She said, stepping aside to let you in. Her smile lines and crows feet perfectly framed her eyes and lips. Her makeup was carefully applied, rouge dusted on her cheeks and dabbed on her lips. Despite spending all day keeping the house, she seemed perfectly put together and calm.

“Evening,” you replied, offering her a smile of your own as you took your shoes off. “Smells good.”

“Oh, it’s the slow cooker. It makes things so much easier as well as so much tastier,” she said with a laugh. “It’s very nearly ready. You don’t mind if the kids eat with us, do you?” She asks.

“Of course not,” you say as you follow her into the kitchen where she puts the kettle on and starts making you some coffee. You take a peek inside the slow cooker and breathe in the delectable scent.

“Is your husband not home?” You ask, putting the lid back on. She glances back at you as she stirs your coffee, prepared exactly as you like it without her even needing to ask.

“He won’t be back home for a while,” she said, sliding the mug of coffee over to you. You take it and sip it, enjoying the warm drink. “He was never the most attentive man. And you? Do you have a spouse?” She asks, watching you savour the coffee. You shake your head.

“No such luck,” you say. She smiles. How fortuitous.

“You will,” she assures. “You’ll find the perfect wife soon. Of that, I’m certain.”

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kyojurismo · 10 months

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— THAT ONE TIME HE SENT YOU A LETTER

# sanemi shinazugawa

tags : gn!reader, fluff, the bold parts are tengen’s comments!!! 500 words, not proofread bc i can’t read my own shit lol.

a/n : i told ya i was gonna write something about sanemi not being able to write, but it turned out completely different. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy it anyway <3

dear sanemi,

we finally reached the village. we’re waiting for the night, so we can get the job done. i’m sure it’s not a strong demon, after all he hurt just a couple of villagers and they’re alright now, thankfully.

anyway, uzui-san is very fast! i can barely keep up with him, but he’s of good company. i discovered his wives prepared a bento for me too, and it was my favourite food too! i was so happy while eating it, but don’t worry, your ohagi are still in my top three.

the young slayers with us are pretty good, so stop saying they’re all useless and stupid, please. they’re all doing their best and they will get stronger and better at fighting. i know that for sure.

that was all for now. i’m looking forward to see you again, i’m sure the mission will be over soon. after all, there’s a pillar with us.

— your [y/n]

sanemi catches himself smiling at your letter. he wants to go on missions with you too, but he is happy whenever he receives your letters.

although he could never answer.

“sorai,” sanemi calls for his crow and gives him a little bag, with some of your favourite sweets. “take this to [y/n], make sure it is delivered with care,” he asks as he pats his crow gently.

that’s his way to answer you. you send letters, sanemi sends gifts. always.

when he’s the one away on missions, he makes sure to send you special gifts, like accessories or simply food. and he waits patiently for your letters.

he keeps them all, secured in a drawer. he usually kisses the letter and then puts it away, going sitting back on the engawa, staring up at the sky.

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dear [y/n],

it’s uzui writing! but it’s sanemi dictating, hah!

me, uzui and tomioka are almost there, the village is close i believe. so is the demon. he’s talking about the way he’s gonna cut his head off but we both know it’s boring so i won’t tell you all that.

i bought you some sweets, i know you really like them. the lady said it was special, some shit about love… i don’t know.

what the hell …

i’m sorry i can’t write to you, personally, but i promise that once this is all over you can teach me properly. yeah, because the wind doesn’t have time to learn how to write at the moment.

i can’t wait to come back home to you, i miss you a lot. take care darling, i promise to be quick.

— your ‘nemi.

“you know i can read, right?” he stares at tengen, who’s eating his food acting innocently. “i don’t know what you’re talking about, man. here, tomioka, take it,” he pushes a bento to the water hashira, who quietly accepts it while murmuring a thank you.

sanemi draws a little dog on the back before giving it to sorai, ordering him to deliver it to you.

needless to say, you’re so excited to see sorai delivering a letter that you starts crying even before reading it, and after that, you hug it close to your chest.

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

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mimi-ya · 1 year

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countdown ~ zoro x reader

2,900 words | she/her, f!body | nsfw

summary: he's been waiting his entire life for this moment (timer that counts down to soulmates meeting)

a/n: @missallsundayy do you even remember requesting this? well you did, and i had so much fun with it!

masterlist | soulmate event

Zoro was starting to worry his crew.

It started when Nami noticed Zoro was spending his nights in the crows nest. And then Chopper became concerned when Zoro had upped his exercise regime to inhuman amounts. Sanji was getting annoyed when the moss head barely took a break to eat. Even Luffy had taken notice.

And Luffy never notices anything.

“Zoroooo!” Luffy rolled across grass, “C’mon, I’m bored!”

Zoro didn’t take his eyes off his sword, slicing the air with practiced precision, “Training.”

“What about later?”

“More training.”

“Ugh!” Luffy cries, gaining the attention from his crew, “Why are you training so much!”

“My fight is next week.” Zoro swings his sword.

“Fight?” Luffy pops up, “Who are we fighting?”

The rest of the crew stopped what they were doing, looking to the swordsman for his answer. This dramatically increased training had been going on for almost a month without an explanation until now. They each lean forward, obvious interest written across their face, only to be disappointed when Zoro answers-

“Don’t know.”

Luffy lets out an annoyed groan, melting back into the ground.

“Then how do you know there’ll be a fight?” Chopper appears at Zoro’s side, and his question finally gets Zoro to put down his sword for the first time all day. Zoro’s always had a soft spot for the reindeer.

“It’s my time.” Zoro says, bending at the knee to show Chopper his timer.

“Are you kidding me?” Nami screeches from her lounge chair, “That’s what you’re talking about?”

“But Zoro?” Chopper puts a hoof to his chin, “I don’t think you’re supposed to fight them.”

“I have to.” Zoro answer. He can’t be the greatest swordsman if he hasn’t beaten the one destined to fight him.

“Don’t listen to him Chopper!” Nami stomps over, “Zoro doesn’t know what he’s talking about and in a week he’s gonna look like a huge idiot!” She gives the swordsman a flick to the forehead for good measure.

“I don’t have time for this, witch!” Zoro spits, grip tightening around his sword.

“You’re really going to challenge your soulmate to a duel?” Nami crosses her arms, “That’s not what they’re for!”

“I think it’s sweet.” Robin pipes in, setting her book down in her lap, “There’s no conclusive explanation as to what these timer’s indicate. Why, I think our captain is a perfect example of that.”

Robin sprouts an extra hand from Luffy’s back, earning a laugh as it takes his wrist to show off the dozen timers, a majority of which have already counted down to zero.

“They can be our family, friends, loves.” Robin’s eyes slide to Franky who’s tinkering with a metal contraption, “A sense of belonging. And for Zoro,” She looks back to the swordsman who’s returned to his exercise, “His greatest fight.”

Zoro sits on the edge of the cliff and waits.

The day he’s been anticipating is finally here.

After years of preparation, he’s as ready as he’ll ever be. With his swords laid out in front of his crossed legs, a refreshed body and mind, there’s nothing left to do but wait. And wait.

And wait.

He supposes he could look at his timer. He had covered it up a few days ago, willing to give you the element of surprise.

Zoro smirks to himself. It was the least he could do.

He’s broken from his thoughts when a scream cuts the silence of the forest, “Ahhhhh!”

“The hell?” Zoro grabs a sword and gets to his feet, spotting a small dot in the sun rays.

“Ahhhhh!”

He squints, “Wait a minute.” Is that dot getting bigger?

“Ahhhhh!”

“Oof!” Zoro grunts, getting thrown to the ground when something collides into him.

The person on top groans, squishing Zoro’s face as they try to sit up, “Thanks for breaking my fall.”

Zoro snarls, quickly pushing the person to the ground as he scrambles to his feet. He readies his sword faster than he ever has; the blade pointed at their head.

“You here for a fight?”

The man on the ground lets out a pained moan, “Fight?” He rolls over to meet the stare of Zoro’s sword, knocking it out of his face, “I just finished getting my ass kicked.” The man groans pitifully, throwing an arm over his face. His body is already marred with bruises and cuts, tears in his clothing.

He isn’t the one.

Zoro growls, “I don’t have time for this.” He sheathes his sword, “If you’re not here to fight then get out of my way.” He walks back towards his spot, ready to continue his mediation until his opponent arrived but of course-

“Is it them?” A voice whispers from behind.

“Why aren’t they fighting? I thought they were supposed to fight.”

“What’s he doing!”

Zoro scowls as the voices carry from the bushes.

“Idiot probably wised up.”

“Impressive.”

Zoro’s patience finally snaps as he turns to the forest, “I can hear you!”

Not a moment later Luffy bursts out of the foliage, “Zoroooo! This is taking too long and I’m hungry.”

“No one said you had to be here! None of you have to be here!”

As if on cue, the rest of Strawhats pop out of their hiding places.

“Nice catch, moss head.” Sanji croons, giving the man on the ground a nudge with his foot.

“It’s not them, you shitty cook!” Zoro growls back.

“Oi.” Luffy pokes the man in the cheek, “You come from Sky Island?”

“Luffy!” Chopper slaps his hand, “Knock it off!” The little reindeer turns his attention to the man, “Are you okay? Do you need your injuries checked?”

“Hah?” The man looks at Chopper, “A talking racoon dog? She must have knocked me out harder than I thought.”

Chopper lets out a noise of indignation, stomping his foot, “I’m a reindeer!”

Robin takes a step closer, “Did someone cause you to land here?”

“That damn restaurant boat.” The man sits up, rubbing at his head, “Thought I could take her on myself.”

“A restaurant boat?” Sanji and Luffy perk up.

“Please no.” Zoro mutters, examining his blades, “Last time we went to one of those we got stuck with a shitty cook.”

Sanji lets out a growl, “Won’t need to wait for your soulmate cause I’ll kick your ass right now!”

“I could use a warm up!” Zoro shouts back, but before they can go any farther Nami pushes between them.

“But there’s no boats on the coast except ours.” Nami crosses her arms, waiting for an explanation.

“Oh!” The man laughs, unsteadily getting to his feet, “Hades Blade is on the other side of the island! I think this is the furthest she’s sent me flying so far!”

“Thought you said it was a restaurant boat?”

“Oh, it is!” The man dusts off his feet, “Doubles as a fighting pit too! My third time trying to win a meal from that chef.”

“You can fight and eat?” Luffy’s eyes go bright, and he latches on to Nami with drool down his chin, “Oh, can we go? Can we go? Can we go?!”

“Why am I here again?” Zoro groans, following the rest of his crew onto the deck of Hades Blades.

The ship is painted a deep red, black sails rolled up to the top. There are dozens of people milling about. Some looking worser than others, and a few knocked out cold on the ground.

“Cause we’re gonna win!” Luffy exclaims, punching a fist into his hand, “Oi!” He screams into the crowded deck, “Who do I gotta fight around here for some food!”

Silence falls over the ship as everyone turns to stare at the newcomers.

“Uhmm Luffy.” Usopp whispers, “Maybe we shouldn’t draw attention like that.”

“But I’m hungry!” He screams out.

Too quick for most notice, a person leaps out from the crow’s nest.

But Zoro spots it.

They swing down on a rope, a blade drawn as they head right for Luffy’s back.

“Oi! Watch out!” Zoro calls, shoving his captain to the ground with not even a second to spare before the person lands right where Luffy was standing.

“Someone hungry for a fight?” You release the rope, letting it sling upwards. With a hand placed on your hip and a smile for the boy who’s face first on your deck.

“Hey!” Luffy cries, jumping up from the ground, “What’s that about!”

You cross your arms, “You called for a challenge, didn’t want to leave you waiting too long. Timeliness is a quality of a good chef.”

Luffy frowns, “Well I already have the best chef!”

“Is that so?” Your eyes quickly pass over the bunch before landing on the boy again, “So you a captain or something?”

Luffy pulls himself to his full height, chest puffed out, “Captain that’s gonna be king of the pirates!”

You raise a brow at his little show, “Alright. And what’s that got to do with you disturbing my patrons?” The knife twirling between your fingers, eyes narrowed.

A loud stomach growl cuts through the tension. Those surrounding the boy let out various groans of their own, one even slapping a hand to her head. “Uhh. Well, I’m kinda hungry.” Luffy slumps with a hand pressed to his stomach.

Laughter bubbles up from your stomach. This boys tenacity is something else, “I only cook for those I deem worthy of my food.”

Right as Luffy opens his mouth someone pushes him to the side.

“A real chef cooks for anyone who’s hungry.”

“Oh?” You stop your knife twirling, “And what would you know about being a real chef?”

There’s a guff of laughter but you don’t pay it any mind as the blonde man in front of you seems to light on fire with determination.

Oh, this was going to be easy.

“Well pirate king.” You glance back at the boy who started all this commotion, “If your little chef here can best me, I’ll let you eat your fill.”

“It’s on!” Luffy wraps an around on his chef, “Sanji’s can cook better than you ever could!”

“Who ever said anything about cooking?”

“Oh c’mon!” You scream over the cheers, “You all talk or what?!”

And here you were looking forward to a good fight.

Everyone else who had come to you over the last week had been pitiful at best. And you could see this man hand some skill to him. The entire crew probably.

But of course, now that the two of you were in the ring, your regulars cheering around you, he just had to back out.

Thought the two of you were going to cook, he said.

What a joke.

“A chef should only use his hands for cooking.”

You hold up your knife, slicing it against the cage just to hear the sweet sound of metal, “Sounds to me like you don’t have much confidence in your culinary skills.” A grin spreads across your lips, “Vegetable, fish, man. It all cuts the same to me.”

Sanji shoves a cigarette in his mouth, a shaky hand flicking at the lighter, “If you weren’t a lady, I’d flay you for the insult.”

“Oh?” You cock your head, “A failure of a chef and a fighter, I see.”

Jeers and boos fill the room, realization dawning on everyone there wouldn’t be a fight today.

“Ah, shut up!” Sanji screams in return.

Zoro watches as the stupid cook turns his back on you, and you easily kick him into the cage.

“If you’re not here to fight, get the hell out of my kitchen.”

“Sanji!” Luffy cries, shaking the cage fence, “You said you would win!”

Sanji stumbles down the steps, a crisscrossed imprint on his cheek from the metal wiring, “Yeah, well that’s before I knew I’d actually be fighting her.”

“Excuses, excuses.” Zoro smirks.

“Of course, you’d say something like that you brute!”

“Well, Strawhat?” You call from inside the ring, “I promised all you could eat if one of you could win!”

Luffy growls, ready to jump to his feet. He’ll take on anyone for food!

“Let me handle this one, captain.” Zoro presses a hand into Luffy’s shoulder, throwing a smug look at Sanji, “Show ya how it’s done.”

“Fine.” Luffy crosses his arms, “But you better do it fast, I’m hungry!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Zoro answers, pulling out two of his swords. No need to go all out on you just yet.

The crows cheers when they see Zoro walking up to the ring.

“Oh?” You turn with a smirk, “So someone from your crew is willing to fight?”

Zoro mirrors you with a feral grin, “Someone willing to win.” He corrects you.

You stand up a little straighter, both of you acknowledging the aura of strength coming from one another.

It sends a tingle down your spine, a heat that spreads throughout your entire being. Had a fight ever made you feel like this? Feel so alive?

But it’s not the fight that’s invoking this energy. When you move to slice your knives together, you notice the timer has counted down to zero.

A small gasp escapes your lips, and your head whips up to the man across from you.

His feral smile widens when you meet his challenged stare. Like he expected this to be your meeting.

The grin slowly creeps back onto your face. Alright. If it’s a fight he wants, it’s a fight he’ll get.

Your back slams against the wall with a gasp, “I totally won.”

“The hell you did.” Zoro growls, laying a trail of biting kisses down your neck.

“Had you pinned- hnng.” His leg finds a cozy spot between your legs, “In five minutes.”

He traps your hands against the wall, “And look at you now.”

“So, you admit it.” You grin, “Greatest swordsman my ass. Couldn’t even pair against my steak kni- oh fuck.” A groan escapes your lips as Zoro pushes his leg up further, rubbing your center over his muscled thigh.

“Quickest way I could get you here.” He mutters, his eyes trained on your face.

This is not how he was expecting his day to go.

The fight started off how he anticipated. Neither of you able to get an edge over the other, a continued clash of blades. But then there was a moment and he slipped up.

You had almost got him with that damn vegetable knife. If he had been half a second slower, it would have sliced right against his cheek. And instead of planning his next move, he thought of getting you a proper sword, showing you how to fight with something more capable than a kitchen tool.

It was this slipup that cost him the fight.

Not a second later you had kicked him to the ground, pouncing on him with both knives pointed at his throat and he had nowhere to go.

It was at that moment that he thought of something else.

“I think I’ll take my reward.” You twist your wrist against his thumb, easily freeing your hand from his hold. Fingers pressed into his shoulder, you push him to his knees.

“Fuck.” Zoro groans, working your pants open without complaint. Your fingers card through his hair as he helps your foot out of a pant leg.

And like all things in life, Zoro dives in headfirst. Literally.

“Oh!” Your voice is a squeak and part of you is angry this man could pull such a noise from you so quickly, but the feeling is quickly replaced with need when he slings a thigh over his shoulder.

Zoro groans into your cunt, his tongue quickly moving over you. He’s never been so reaved up in his life. Whether it’s you, the fight, the timer, or combination of all three, his pants are becoming unbearably tight.

Finger digging deeper into your thigh, Zoro positions his mouth over your clit and gives a hard suck.

With a cry your head hits the wall behind you, hips rolling against his face as you chase your pathetically quick finish.

Zoro drinks up everything you give him, thirsty for more as he doesn’t let you out of his hold despite your squirming.

“Please!” You whine, trying to pull back but it’s impossible as your stuck in your position.

And Zoro’s too consumed to notice, not that he would care much either. He’s overwhelmed with your taste and smell, mind filled with thoughts of getting you bent over that kitchen counter so he can really get a feel for ya.

But before he can get any further, a harsh shove casues Zoro to fall to the ground. He doesn’t miss a beat as his eyes ravage your body and tongue licking his lips.

You reach for your pants, quickly pulling them up your shaky legs.

“That it?” Zoro asks, not moving from his spot on the ground but smugness dripping from his word.

“I have a restaurant to run.” You button your pants, “I can’t be leaving my customers hungry.”

“And what about me?”

“What?” You cock your head with a smirk, “That meal wasn’t enough?”

.BONUS.

“I don’t get it.”

Zoro pinches the bridge of his nose, “We leave behind shitty cook and take her with instead!”

Luffy frowns, “But why can’t we have two chefs?”

“We don’t need two chefs.”

“I don’t know Zoro, I can eat lot.”

“Luffy, you’re missing the point.”

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