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poptheweasel · 2 months

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Turkish Delight

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Cory quickly realised he’d made a mistake.

He just couldn’t help it. Cory was enjoying an evening coffee at one of those small classic neighbourhood coffeehouses in Istanbul, the kind frequented mostly by aged locals, not young tourists like him. He felt and looked out of place, sure, but it was fine. Sitting at a far corner of the cosy establishment, no one bothered him and he bothered no one. It took him a little while, but Cory was just starting to feel at ease.

And then he entered. Clearly a regular, judging by the way he swaggered in and interacted with the owner and other customers. But he stood out among the others in that he wasn’t old like the rest of them; in fact, he and Cory seemed to be the only men under 40. He sat at a table at the other end of the place, placing him on Cory’s line of sight.

Cory was immediately captivated by this stranger, not fully understanding why. Maybe it was because the guy contrasted so strongly with himself. Not that Cory wasn’t attractive — of course he was — but something about the man transfixed him. “Fuck, he’s hot,” Cory thought. Maybe it was the gleaming light brown eyes to Cory’s own icy blue, or the meticulously-groomed heavy stubble the guy sported that accentuated his sharp jawline; maybe it was his athletic physique, his well-defined body betrayed by a shirt that was clearly a size too small, or maybe it was how hairy he was, the dark hair very conspicuously thickly covering his sturdy legs and arms offering a stark contrast to Cory’s blond hairs barely visible from a distance… Whatever the case, Cory just couldn’t take his eyes off that Turkish guy. He wanted him, to feel him, to taste him, and imagined all sorts of scenarios.

That’s when Cory realised: he was shamelessly ogling the man. Snapping out of his reverie, he noticed the hairy hunk staring right back at him, completely emotionless. Shit. Flushed and embarrassed, Cory hurriedly paid for his coffee and left, all the while the man continuously and intently observed his every move. Just as he exited, the guy whom he mentally violated also got up to follow him.

His cheeks still ruddy and warm from the unfortunate encounter a while ago, Cory briskly made his way through the labyrinthine streets of the hilly city, desperate to return to his accommodation. The Turkish guy wasn’t too far behind him; Cory meanwhile sensed he was being pursued so he quickened his pace. In an attempt to throw him off the trail, Cory turned a corner into a quiet narrow alleyway flanked by an empty lot and vacant buildings.

Right then, a deep voice called out from behind Cory.

“Hey, you.”

Cory froze, his face drained of the redness. He stood in silence, not knowing whether to respond or run away. He was terrified and felt faint. Only the fresh cool evening maritime breeze kept him on his wobbly knees as he shuddered, half because of the chill, half because he feared what would happen next. Ultimately, after a tense while which felt like an eternity, Cory turned around to see the man approaching him. Although Cory still was scared, he weirdly felt an emergent sense of excitement as well.

Soon, Cory stood facing the Turk. A dimly-lit streetlight was the only source of illumination through which Cory could better appreciate the figure before him. He noticed how the guy was even more hirsute than he realised, with chest hair spilling over his too-tight shirt. Cory’s cock twitched.

“I saw you look earlier,” the guy drily said, maintaining intense eye contact with Cory.

“Ye… No! I mean, yeah, I was…” Cory stammered sheepishly. Fuck, why was he getting turned on all of a sudden?

“Like what you see?”

Cory gulped and nodded. His knees were about to give in when the hunk suddenly grabbed Cory by the shoulders with his hairy meaty hands and yanked him close to give him a forceful yet passionate sloppy kiss. Cory was taken aback and screamed internally, but at the same time, he liked what was happening. Wasn’t this what he wanted in the first place? He didn’t resist the surprising advances; he simply couldn’t resist. He reciprocated, their tongues roaming each other’s mouths. As the Turk continued to shove his tongue in him, Cory felt like putty — he’d let the guy do anything to him, he’d be happy to be used by this gorgeous hairy man in whatever way.

The man’s stubble scratched and tickled Cory’s soft skin around his lips moistened by the wet kisses. Cory felt strong itching sensations in the same area. He normally kept himself clean-shaven, mainly because he could only manage to grow some wispy hairs on his face. As the Turkish guy momentarily pulled away from the kiss though, the area around Cory’s mouth was substantially darker than it was just a minute ago, the beard growth process being accelerated. Cory ignored the itch and continued making out.

After a while of spit-heavy lip-locking, the Turk pulled down his shorts and grabbed Cory by the shoulders, pushing him down to his knees. Cory, at eye level with the guy’s cut 8-inch cock, was completely mesmerised by the sight and especially the scent; the pubes were so dense, they trapped and collected all the musky sweat and oozing precum. The smell was rather pungent but Cory didn’t mind at all. If anything, the odour had a simultaneously captivating and relaxing effect on him and he felt compelled to inhale it more.

Cory piggishly sniffed the ridiculously hairy crotch, even licking the beads of moisture off individual strands of pubes. While doing so, the hair on his temple grazed the guy’s leaking member, some of the precum sticking onto his blond hair. His hair absorbed the pre almost instantly and began to darken, the change in colour spreading from where the precum had been smeared. The hair on Cory’s scalp lost its sandy hue but retained its sheen, turning browner and darker as the pigmentation spread from the roots to the tips. His face still buried in the thick pubes, Cory felt the man jerk himself, squeezing out more pre from his throbbing cock. “Suck,” he commanded. Cory swiftly obliged.

Cory was dazed; the public setting, the man’s body and scent, his own eagerness… all that was happening was wilder than anything he’d ever dreamt of. After admiring the juicy rod bobbing up and down in front of him, Cory closed his eyes and got to work, savouring the taste of the musky cock with a faint taste of piss. He took the whole length in his mouth and down his throat, blowing to the best of his abilities. He eagerly lapped up the copious amounts of pre from the Turk’s slick pulsating member, coating his tongue.

The more he sucked and swallowed, the more hairs grew on his face. The itch intensified above and below Cory’s lips, little needle-like black hairs pushing out from his smooth skin and multiplying below his nose and on his chin. The beginnings of a luscious beard then steadily migrated outwards, short pointed hairs breaking out all over Cory’s cheeks and linking with his tapered sideburns. By now, Cory had grown a remarkable designer stubble which grew in thicker by the minute and slowly crept down his chin. At the same time, his face took on a slight tan, darkening independently of the hair growth that took over the whole lower half of his face. Cory’s jaw looked more rugged too, becoming more square and masculine.

Cory carried on blowing his new acquaintance, completely oblivious to the changes affecting him. “You like?” asked the man. “Mmhrrrgggmm,” Cory could only nod and let out a gurgled hum of approval to affirm. The Turkish guy then forcefully rammed his cock down Cory’s throat, making him gag. Just as he did, Cory’s Adam’s apple jutted out more prominently. He opened his wet eyes to look up at the hunk; as he blinked away the tears, his blue eyes lost their iciness as the colour shifted from a cold blue to a warmer mixture of green and brown with flecks of gold. With his new hazel eyes, Cory saw the guy with a smirk on his face for the first time.

Cory’s body continued to change. He felt bulkier, the clothes he wore starting to strain against the muscles growing on his formerly slim frame. He also felt so much warmer despite the breeze; he felt heat radiating all throughout his body from the pit of his stomach and was sweating profusely as a result. He also felt his whole body itching uncomfortably by now. Watching the Turk strip and bare his gloriously hairy body, Cory did the same — he certainly wasn’t as hairy as the guy. Yet. The hair growing on Cory’s face continued to travel down, prickly hairs sprouting on his neck, past his collarbones and on his chest. Cory initially only had a faint patch of barely-visible hair right at the centre of his chest, but as the hairs darkened and thickened, they fanned out towards his pits, forming whirling patterns around his nipples and covering his whole chest with stubbly black hair, like a freshly-mowed lawn. The prickly sensation migrated south to his midriff, a trail of nascent coarse hairs sprouting from his chest down to his navel and then his crotch. From there, the newly-formed treasure trail widened and began to spread outwards in all directions, hairs multiplying rapidly until Cory’s whole torso was blanketed in a field of short hair which connected his stubble and still-sparse pubes.

After a few minutes of Cory sucking, slurping and gagging on the fat Turkish cock, the guy made him stop. Cory reluctantly agreed. The guy then grabbed Cory by his wavy, shiny black hair and got him up back on his feet. Cory was in a state of utter bliss, drunk on pre and musk, drooling uncontrollably. The Turk lifted his arm, exposing his smelly pit completely covered in tangled wiry hairs. The dark hairs were so incredibly dense and tightly-spaced that Cory thought he was staring into the void. “Sniff and lick,” he told Cory. Who was Cory to say no? He stumbled forward, faceplanting right in the sweaty jungle of pit hairs. The pit musk was surely at least ten times as potent as the musk from crotch! The pungent scent was overwhelming; it burned Cory’s nostrils, and yet his cock throbbed even harder, dripping pre all over. What would have been torture felt more like heaven to Cory. He grunted as he took a deep whiff of the rank musk and licked the matted hairy mess soaking wet with sweat. It was absolutely acrid, and the sharp sourness also scalded his throat, making him cough. Cory was immobilised though, his head held in place in the Turk’s reeking hirsute pit; he let out muffled moans, struggling to breathe. Inhaling the musk and gulping down obscene quantities of rancid sweat accelerated Cory’s changes.

Cory’s body ached all over as he increased in size, growing a few inches and gaining muscle mass. His muscles pulsated and expanded; it really looked as if someone was blowing air into him. His chicken legs inflated to become sturdy trunks, with hard thighs and bulging calves. His arms too grew larger, the veins protruding, his forearms thickening along with his biceps and triceps which doubled in size. Cory’s shoulders and chest broadened, providing him with a more robust, rugged physique. His abs also became prominent, the tight muscles emerging with several popping sounds. Cory was granted a temporary reprieve from piggishly eating out the Turk’s pit, leaving him to gasp for fresh air. The guy then tugged sharply on Cory’s nipples, making him let out a simultaneous yelp and low moan. As if some mechanism had been activated, Cory’s pecs ballooned and jutted out forward, his nipples looking thicker, longer and juicier than the goose-pimple ones he had before. Along with his pecs, his ass also expanded; what was once fairly flat and sad-looking was now globular, the firm cheeks jiggling with every move.

Cory’s puppeteer shoved Cory back into his other, equally hairy and musky pit. With his face buried in the nasty armpit, Cory panted and grunted as the intoxicating scent continued to work its magic. Cory’s brows became wider and bushier. The stubble on his face grew darker and thicker, the hairs coarsening and lengthening as well as multiplying in greater numbers. Starting from under his nose, more hairs poked out to give him a moustache which covered his whole upper lip. The hairs on his chin grew out in all directions, growing unruly and tangling up as Cory rubbed his face in the Turk’s manly pit. His cheeks underwent the same treatment, thick beard hairs pushing out from the follicles and cascading down, following Cory’s rugged jawline and covering the entire area of his face below his nose, the new bushy growth connecting with the moustache and the hairs below his lips. The growth continued to give Cory an incredibly thick medium-length beard that he’d only ever dreamt of having, now coated with a layer of musky sweat and Cory’s own saliva owing to his ravenous worshipping of the Turkish man’s pits. The man held Cory firmly in place, as if to cure the scent onto him.

This second explosion of hair travelled down Cory’s heaving body. Where the first wave of hair growth resulted in hairs which looked trimmed, the wiry, curly growth this time gave him a natural look, the hirsuteness of a man who had never shaved in his life, possibly unable to, due to how densely and much the hair grew. Coarse hairs burrowed their way out of Cory’s shoulders, leaving a forest of curly fur surrounding his neck, and flowed down his swollen upper arms and to his forearms, forming whirls and wave-like patterns, the wild, dense growth of black hair obscuring the view of the skin underneath — his arms looked as if they were wrapped in steel wool. Cory’s hands cracked and popped as they grew meatier and burlier, his fingers rough and calloused and speckled with thick hairs, giving him an almost beastly appearance.

The rapid growth of hair continued unabated, Cory feeling an intense itch under his arms. Soon, dark pinpricks appeared in his shaven pits, increasing exponentially. From those black dots, long wiry hairs shot out, growing thicker and longer, seemingly watered and fed by the sweat that had accumulated in his pits all this time. Radiating from the centre of the pits, the hairs blanketed a larger area, connecting with the hairs on Cory’s chest. Much like the Turk’s pits, Cory’s pit hair grew unwieldy and matted, the strands twisted and twirled from both the growth and the dampness. The moisture trapped under the massive tufts of pit hair emanated a smell. Indeed, accompanying the growing hairs was a stink, the same kind of rank smell that Cory had been inhaling for some time now, which grew increasingly more powerful as the fur grew in. Cory’s chest hair also began to lengthen at the same time, the hairs coiling out and curling and bunching up. Any remaining empty space was filled with thick wiry hair springing out in rapid succession. The amount of hair was grotesque; the eruption of wiry black hairs created a rug of fur on Cory’s toned body, completely enveloping his torso such that his pecs and abs were hardly visible at all, only his engorged nipples barely poking out from the dense field of hair.

Together with the massive hair growth and coupled with the increased pigmentation in his hairs, the light tan which had developed on his face also migrated down. Cory’s pale complexion on his face was already completely replaced by a natural tan, a light sun-kissed brown. The colour seeped down his neck, his back, his shoulders, like someone had dumped a bucket of oil on Cory. The dim orange streetlight made his tan appear darker, what little bits of skin peeking out through the dense hair glistening with the light reflecting off the sweat. Soon, all of Cory’s skin was a luscious earthy tone, not that much of it was visible under all the fur carpeting his whole body.

Cory’s raunchy pit sweat guzzling was interrupted when the Turk made him turn around and stand facing the wall of the vacant building. “Ass out,” the guy ordered. Cory immediately obeyed, panting like a dog that’s had too much sun. He was excited by the prospect of getting railed by this hot Turkish hunk, not having realised all the changes that affected him. Beads of precum dribbled out of Cory’s aching cock, which in the meantime had also darkened to match the rest of his complexion. His balls, larger than before, also churned. Cory felt the Turk holding him from behind, grinding his wet slick cock against Cory’s ass crack filling with hair. “Ready?” asked the man. “Fuck yes,” Cory responded. The guy spat right onto Cory’s tight puckering hole. Wiry black hairs blossomed around the pink ring, spreading out alongside the hairs growing on his crack. The light dusting of hair on his bouncy glutes was swiftly overtaken by curly dark hairs.

The Turk slowly inserted his cock lubed up with Cory’s saliva and his own precum into Cory’s inviting hairy hole, making Cory emit low moans and animalistic grunts sounding deeper than the previous ones. The man thrust in and out of Cory in a rhythmic fashion, Cory’s hole wrapping around his cock, basically milking him of his pre. With every thrust and pound and depositing of the Turkish guy’s precum in him, Cory changed further. His furry mounds ballooned even more. Pound. Fuzz grew in from the area of his coccyx and crept up the entire length of his spine, connecting with the thick curly hairs on his shoulders. Pound. The same fuzz then fanned out from the backbone, coating the lower back and colonising the previously hairless area of the shoulder blades. Pound. The wispy hairs on his whole back turned darker, growing longer and thicker, thousands of individual strands unfurling as they burrowed out of Cory’s smooth skin with great strength, leaving him with an impenetrable pelt of fur on his back. Pound. The wiry hairs erupted in greater quantities on his legs and snaked down, growing all over and wrapping around his thighs and calves and shins. Pound. The midnight black hairs on Cory’s legs thickened considerably that they were now visible from a distance, in stark contrast to before when he still had barely-visible light hairs against his pale white skin.

The pounding increased in speed, the Turk’s hairy low-hanging golf ball-sized balls slamming and smacking sonorously against Cory’s voluptuous hairy ass, also making his balls increase in size to those of tennis balls. Each frenzied slap caused Cory’s bush to fill in and spread beyond its confines at the base of his penis. He had previously kept his crotch trimmed, but that was history now; his pubes more closely resembled black fur due to how dense and tightly-packed it was. It was impossible to see the skin underneath the bush which had basically spread to the navel and also around Cory’s hips, even having crawled a little bit up his shaft. The wild, unkempt matted fur on his groin, much like the coarse tufts of hair under his arms, collected both musk and moisture, rendering it damp and especially pungent. It was only this time that Cory realised how much he reeked, with his arms outstretched to prop himself against the wall as he was fucked by his dream man. He didn’t care that he stunk; no, it turned him on, even. His dick responded accordingly, pulsating painfully — as the Turkish guy continued to thrust rigorously, Cory’s leaking cock grew larger incrementally, as did his balls which were engulfed in wiry hairs, and Cory produced more and more pre which trickled down his shaft and onto his extremely tangled mess of a bush, stinking it up even more.

Very little of Cory as he once was at the coffeehouse remained. At this point, he resembled an extremely hairy, beefy Turkish man, handsome and masculine, oozing testosterone out of every pore, blessed with the perfect manly genes such that luscious fur carpeted his body front and back, head to toe. After a few more thrusts and plunging and poking, the Turk erupted with one drawn-out growl and heavy panting and flooded Cory’s insides with his hot, sticky seed, depositing load after load in him. On Cory’s part, he too was close to cumming. As his cock reached a fully erect length of at least 9 inches, his foreskin retracted down his pulsing shaft and vanished altogether, leaving him with a newly-cut slab of meat. Cory blasted — hands-free — at the same time as the other Turk, leaving a puddle of splooge on the ground and painting a fair bit of the wall he propped himself up against. As he came, so came out the last vestiges of his former whiteness, his balls now filling and churning with Turkish cum.

The guy pulled out of Cory with a shlorp, cum dribbling out of Cory’s manhandled hairy hole and clinging onto the thick curly hairs on Cory’s ass and legs. Both men were breathing heavily, completely spent. They momentarily stood in silence punctuated by the sounds of buzzing insects and the occasional evening breeze. The other Turkish man, now slightly smaller in build than Cory, pulled Cory close for a kiss, gently and tenderly this time, not minding the pre and drool that had stuck and dried onto Cory’s majestic bushy beard.

“What’s your name?” the guy asked, thumbing Cory’s still-hard protruding nipples. Cory opened his mouth to respond but he hesitated. He suddenly realised he didn’t remember his name — what was his name? What a strange thing to forget! He knew it started with a C… no! It wasn’t a C, silly him. It started with a K, of course, and there was an R in there. K… Kor…? Ker…

“Kerem,” he finally answered. Yes, Kerem; that was his name, the name that he’d obviously had all his life. He’d always lived in Istanbul, hadn’t he? He liked the sea and the hills, his native culture, and the men, especially the men — those hirsute and masculine like him, of course — how happy is he who calls himself a Turk!

“I’m Semih,” said the other man who had followed Kerem all the way from the coffeehouse in the hopes of having fun with him. He certainly did get lucky, even out in public like this. “Evimde bir kez daha?”

“Peki, kanka.” Kerem was so ready for round two with Semih.

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Hi all, decided to upload something original for a change. Kudos to @hairyjocktf for the encouragement!

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poisonheartfrog · 1 year

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For any of my fellow English speaking QSMP watchers looking to learn or brush up on their Spanish- I'm no expert, but I've done my time in middle and high school Spanish class, and I have a few website recs:

Word Reference: Spanish-English dictionary. Gives you information about multiple meanings of the word, as well as compound words and idioms. Also has a bunch of other languages (French, Italian, Catalan, German, Dutch, Swedish, Icelandic, Russian, Portuguese, Polish, Romanian, Czech, Greek, Turkish, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, and Arabic)

SpanishDict: Another Spanish-English dictionary. I mainly use it for looking up verb conjugations, since IMO its charts are much easier to read than Word Reference's. It also had some other features that you have to make an account to use.

Conjuguemos: Conjugation practice games (with a frog mascot!). It tries to get you to make an account, but you don't have to- just click "use without account". You can sort by tense, mood, and regularity, and there's both straightforward practice and flashcards and more gimmicky games. Also has vocab and grammar practice, and a few other languages (French, German, Italian, Portuguese, Korean, and Latin)

#qsmp #language learning #poisonheartposts

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meloarto-me · 23 days

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Sparring

(I apologize for errors, etc. English is not my native language.)

Zoro x Reader

Word Count: 1,828

Cw: Sex, Dirty talk, Excessive stimulation

Synopsis: Zoro promised to spend Sunday with you for a week. When that day arrives he continues to ignore you. After realizing his mistake, he comes up with something to connect the exercise with you.

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Zoro practiced all day and ignored all the surroundings around him. He didn't even listen to what you were saying to him, which irritated you a lot. It was Sunday and he had promised you over the previous days that he would spend it with you. But yet he apparently forgot and didn't give a damn about your presence.

You sighed once again, Zoro glanced at you quickly to then return to doing push-ups, sweat dripping from his body. His muscles were tensing up from the exertion. His whole posture was strangely uplifting.

If it weren't for the fact that he was ignoring you and had forgotten about today you would have been delighted by the sight.

But not now you were observing him angrily, crossed your arms over your chest and sighed louder than before.

Zoro exasperatedly stopped exercising and sat down in a Turkish position looking at you.

-What are you gasping for?-

He growled taking a decent sip of water from the bottle.

You rolled your eyes at him and turned your back to him. Now that he gave you some attention you didn't want it anymore. You snarled at him.

The swordsman was fed up with your behavior, he knew it might be his fault but didn't know why.

-I'm going to Sanji he will surely find a moment for me.-

You said as you stood up adjusted the skirt you were wearing and moved to leave the training room.

Just at that moment a switch flipped in the swordsman's head, he suddenly remembered what he had promised you all week. He knew he hadn't spent enough time with you.

-You mean I didn't keep my promise? You know that I need to practice so that I can be the best.-

You no longer paid attention to him and grabbed the door handle. But before you could press it and get out, you were squeezed by a larger and much stronger figure.

You gasped in surprise.

-You're not going anywhere woman.- He whispered in your ear.

You held your breath, his voice sent shivers through your body. Your body spontaneously began to warm up to his presence behind you.

-I have an idea how we can combine my exercise and spending time with you.-

Said Zoro with a roguish smile, forcibly pushed you away from the door, which he had locked and, to make sure no one would enter, pawned it with a heavy barbell.

He grabbed your hips and lifted you up, as if on cue you wrapped your legs around his thick waist. The swordsman smiled at you and went to the exercise mat.

He put you on the ground, grabbed your jaw not very gently. He ran his thumb over your plump lips.

-Be a good girl to me.-

He whispered into your slightly open mouth from shock. You did not expect such a turn of events. You looked at him in disbelief as he walked away to the other side of the mat. You weren't quite sure what Zoro had in mind.

-What?- You finally asked.

-What, what woman? You don't see you will practice with me. We're going to do the so-called sparring.-

Zoro stated nonchalantly, the glances he was giving you were more than enough for you to know that this was about something more than simple sparring.

You nodded vigorously in yes, if that's how he wanted to play then why not join in this little game.

-Just be gentle.- You asked.

The green-haired man snorted with laughter at this.

You didn't have time to do anything, he threw himself at you at once. He knocked you to the ground, pressing your plump body against the mat. You gasped at this.

Then he kissed you, it was a rough and quick kiss. You blushed.

Before you could react somehow, return the kiss or something, the swordsman pulled away with a smile.

-Zero one for me.- He winked at you.

You smiled seeing where this was going.

You stood up from the ground, Innocently grabbed the sides of your skirt.

-I think I'll take it off to make it easier for me.-

You feigned an innocent tone, and slowly slid the skirt down. Tempting Zoro in the process. Who squeezed his hands at his sides into a fist.

-Hurry up.-

He ordered and his tone was more tense than a minute ago.

She sent him a kiss and leaned over to put her clothes back on the bench. At the same time temptingly buckling up.

The green-haired man gasped at the sight of your ass. He swallowed his saliva nervously.

When you straightened up and were about to return to the ring Zoro grabbed your hips and pulled you with him to the mat. He positioned you underneath him and kissed you again. Before he let you go, however, he bit his lower lip and pulled it as he pulled away.

-I've had enough fun woman.-

He gasped and grabbed your thighs. His large and strong hands squeezed the soft flesh. You groaned at this.

Your eyes widened with excitement. God how long it had been since the two of you had been so close.

The man above you leaned in to kiss and bite the side of your neck. Specially making raspberries where you couldn't hide them.

-We must hurry up, dinner will be served soon and that insufferable cook will come here.-

He growled lifting your blouse so that he had a view of your breasts. He pushed back your bra and kissed one of your nipples.

His left hand held your neck while the other moved your panties aside.

When he succeeded he rubbed his fingers over your bump to excite you. Come on he didn't know you were already very aroused.

He moved to the other breast, this time biting the nipple which made you scream.

Zoro looked at you from his seat, moved his hand from your neck, to your mouth where he pushed two fingers effortlessly into your mouth.

You began to suck them as you saw the swordsman's eyes darken. He bit your nipple again causing you to scream into his fingers.

He smiled, lifted higher and started making raspberries on your chest.

When he found you wet enough he slid the beginnings of his fingers into your needy hole.

Then he slid his whole two fingers into you. This made you arch your back in pleasure.

You moaned, already feeling the beginnings of an orgasm. It had been a very long time since he had touched you, and each touch brought you very close to orgasm.

Zoro slid his fingers out of your mouth with a smacking sound. He slid down and ran his tongue over the sight of your pink excited pussy, which was greedily clenching si ena on his thick fingers.

-Such a needy little slut.- He whispered delightedly.

He spread your legs more with his hand. He moved his legs to be closer to your cunt.

He began to lick the sensitive bump, you moaned his name like a mantra.

But he was not going to stop. In addition to licking and sucking, he joined in moving his fingers, in and out of you. From time to time he would spread his fingers inside you to hear you scream his name.

The crew could hear it, but you didn't give a damn. What mattered now was your pleasure.

Tenderness already like orgasm is on your doorstep. you had to let him know about it

-Fucking Zoro am I coming?!?!?!-

You shouted his name.

The swordsman sucked at the point of the bump and with his fingers abused the G-spot inside you. You grabbed him by his short green hair and started pulling.

He enjoyed feeling your pussy greedily clamping down on his cunt. Trying to milk him.

You slumped tiredly, Zoro pulled his fingers out of you and sucked the rest of your juices from them. He smiled at you when he noticed you were watching him.

-Two zeroes for me.- He said.

He rubbed his bulge in his pants. He gritted his teeth at it to keep from moaning too loudly.

-I hope you're ready for more. Right? Will you be a good girl and let me get dirty? Will you let me fill you to the brim?-

He spoke dirty to you while taking off his pants. He threw them somewhere behind him.

-Yes, yes I will be a good girl. Fill me up please Zoro!-

You shouted spreading your legs and showing him your cock-waiting pussy.

The man smiled at this. He pumped his cock a few times, positioned it at your entrance.

He patted your hole with it a few times. Through which you closed one eye, you continued to be very sensitive.

The swordsman ran his tongue over your lips.

-If you ask for it. I'll dirty you baby.-

And without words he entered you up to the handle, you screamed from the sensation of fulfillment. Zoro groaned, you were squeezing him so tightly and he didn't have that much self-control.

He thrust into you indicatively to then impose an aggressive and fast blunt.

You covered your mouth with your hands trying to drown out the screams and moans.

His cock was so big that it easily touched all the sensitive points inside you, including your G-spot.

She grabbed your thighs and pressed them against your breasts, allowing him to enter you even deeper.

It moaned and gasped over you, while you squealed into his hands.

-Fuck how I love the feel of your pussy around me.-

He leaned over and bit your shoulder. He pounded harder into your warm and small tunnel.

-I can feel you squeezing me harder. You are about to come baby.-

He moaned into your neck. Your little body began to tremble, it was on the verge of orgasm. You knew you were about to come.

Moving your hands away from your mouth, you grabbed Zoro's face and pulled him into a hot kiss.

You screamed into his mouth as the orgasm came hard and strong. Your whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Zoro moaned into your mouth, another moment and he would have come himself.

He kept pounding into you, chasing his own orgasm. It didn't take long for him to come.

The one-eyed man quickly came out of you, grabbed his cock aggressively and squeezed ending up on top of you. The cum stained your belly breasts and a bit of your face. He smiled at you.

-You were a very good girl.-

He praised you.

-You were a very polite slut to me.- He added patting you gently on the face.

He lay down next to you, put his hands behind his head and sighed. You turned to him and snuggled into his side.

He wrapped his arm around you.

-Three zero.- He whispered into your head, kissed the top of it.

Walnelas caged him badly.

#one piece #one piece x reader #zoro #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #op x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #one piece roronoa zoro #one piece smut #one piece zoro x reader #one piece roronoa zoro x reader

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Live A Little | A Worth It AU | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

In This Edition: You run into Ralph, talk a lot, and make up stories! Words: 3.3k

Breakfast is a tense affair.

You try to pretend like everything is normal. As if every time you look up, in any direction, there is not a young lady staring at you. Is this what circus animals feel like? Step right up and witness the girl who ruined everyone's fun!

You eat silently and keep your eyes on your plate.

"What's going on?" Aunt Molly asks, her voice hushed.

"I'm just not feeling well," you lie.

"Is that why every girl in here is giving you the stink-eye?"

You try not to look as pathetic as you feel.

"What did you do?" she whispers. Not accusing. Just asking. You consider it for a moment. Do you really have to explain all the awful events of yesterday over breakfast? With them all around you? Would you ever actually admit to being a part of a game like that?

"The right thing," you eventually answer. Your aunt's mouth twitches into a smile, and you feel a little better.

"What are your plans for the day? A few of us are thinking of visiting the Turkish Baths. Would you like to come?"

"No, thank you," you smile with a shake of your head. "I think I'll just take in some fresh air on deck."

"Alright," she says, a little suspiciously. And she's right to be. You're going to visit the library you spotted in the lounge, grab a book you haven't read before, and you're going to hide in your room with it until she drags you back out again.

When breakfast is finished, you part ways, agree to meet back here for lunch, and scan your surroundings. The coast is clear, so you begin your brisk walk upstairs, hoping to make it to the library and back to your room undetected.

You sigh in relief as you step through the doors of the lounge. Nearly there. As soon as you're close enough to read the titles on the spines, you start scanning for something you'd like to read. You should probably grab a random book and go, but there are just so many choices! It's not like Victoria's gang would be loitering around the library, after all.

When you finally make your selection, your sense of urgency returns. You should get back to your room. You turn to make a hasty exit, and immediately crash into someone. Your book falls to the floor, along with his.

"I'm dreadfully sorry!" the man says, already reaching to pick them up.

"It was my fault," you assure him. "I wasn't watching…" You trail off when you realize that you've run into Ralph Penbury.

"Are you alright?" he asks, holding your book out to you. You take it, thankful there are no bent pages in your borrowed book, and hold it to your chest.

"Yes," you breathe. The dark circles beneath his eyes indicate that he hasn't slept well. He looks quite shaken. Your eyes drift to the book in his arms, and you smile, realizing your plans had been the same. "Were you going to hide in your room with a book as well?"

He looks down and blushes, then raises his head with the tiniest of smiles. "Actually, Victoria is holding court in our private sitting room, and I thought I'd hide in here."

"Plotting my demise, I suppose?" you joke.

"Are you frightened?" Ralph asks, eyes wide and genuine.

"No, not frightened," you say with a shake of your head. "Just… nonconfrontational." Ralph nods in understanding. "Do you think she'll find something else to be angry about before the trip's over?"

"She probably has already," he chuckles. You do too. His laugh is infectious. "Would you like to…" His hopeful face falls as he drifts off.

"Would I like to what, Ralph?"

He shifts his weight on the plush carpet and looks nervous all of a sudden. "W-would you like to go for a walk on deck? While they're downstairs?"

"I'd love to," you smile. His face brightens again, and he offers you his arm, just like last night. You take it gratefully and let him lead you out of the lounge.

"Oh! Let me take that!" he says hurriedly, holding his book out and gesturing for you to put yours on top of it.

"Ralph, I can carry a book."

"Please?" he asks. You can't say no to those big brown eyes. You place your book on top of his, and he holds them at his side. You stroll the deck, breathing in the lovely sea air and enjoying his company. But the quiet somehow feels different than last night. You feel obligated to fill it.

"I bet the girls adored you in school," you remark.

"Pardon?"

"In stories, boys always offer to carry a girl's books," you explain. "But I believe you're the first boy who's ever done that for me. I bet when you were in school, the girls loved you for it."

"I… er…" Ralph chuckles nervously. "I went to an all-boys school."

"I wish mine had been all girls," you lament. "The boys were horrible."

"I'm sorry," he says quickly.

"The boys I grew up with were nothing like you," you assure him. "I bet you could teach them all a thing or two about being a gentleman."

His face goes crimson, and you try to hide your smile.

"What was your school like?"

The conversation carries on, nonstop, until a bugle sounds.

"Is it lunchtime already?" you ask in shock.

Ralph checks his pocket watch, and holds it in front of you so that you can see the time for yourself.

"Did we really walk in a circle all morning?" Ralph asks.

"I believe we did," you laugh, looking around at the people shuffling inside. You'd been so engrossed in conversation, you'd lost track of time, and forgotten all about your plan to hide in your room with the book Ralph had been carrying all morning.

"Would you care to…" Ralph bites his lip at the sudden onset of nervousness. You give him an encouraging smile, and he recovers quickly. "Victoria will be in one of the cafés," he explains. "Says it feels more exclusive. Would you like me to find out which one, so we can visit the other?"

"That sounds lovely, Ralph… but I'm supposed to meet my aunt for lunch in the dining saloon," you say apologetically. His face falls, and so does your heart. "But perhaps we could meet afterwards? I'd love to hear more about your summer holidays at the manor house."

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Of course," you smile.

"Alright," he says, face brightening again. "Shall we reunite right here at 2:30?"

"Perfect!" you grin.

"Would you like…?" Ralph offers you the book he's been toting around all morning, and you take it.

"We did a lot of reading today, didn't we?" you wink.

Ralph laughs.

"I'll see you soon, Ralph," you smile as you take a step back.

"I can't wait!" he says excitedly.

You head to your room to freshen up, where you run into your aunt.

"I knew it," she says as you enter.

"You knew what?"

"I knew you were holed up with a book somewhere."

"Actually," you laugh and drop the book on your bed, "I didn't read any at all. I ran into someone in the library, and we've been walking the deck and talking all morning. We're meeting again after lunch."

"Oh?" she grins. "What's her name?"

"His name is Ralph Penbury." You feel your face heating up, and busy yourself with getting ready for lunch.

"Oh?" she asks, much more interested now.

"Don't get excited, we talked about school and our families and going on holiday."

"Going on holiday? Dare I assume your new friend is a proper British gent?"

"Dare I assume you're going to tease me about this all day? Or are we going to lunch?"

Aunt Molly laughs and starts getting ready.

Lunch passes uneventfully, but seems to take forever. Aunt Molly notices you checking the clock every minute, and tells you to go on… and that you can invite your new friend to dinner, if you like.

You scurry back to the deck, as if waiting there will make time pass faster than waiting in the dining saloon.

You return to the place you and Ralph had agreed to meet - the little section overlooking the lower decks, where you'd been when lunch was announced - and grasp the railing. You close your eyes for a moment to appreciate the sun on your face and the wind in your hair. You felt so free out here.

"Hello," a voice says from behind you. You turn with a smile to see Ralph, standing cautiously a few feet way.

"Hello, Ralph," you greet, unable to contain your smile. Ralph's expression soon morphs into a happy one. His eyes sparkle as he steps closer, coming to stand by the rail with you.

"Have you been here long?" he asks. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting." He checks his pocket watch nervously.

"I arrived mere moments before you," you laugh. You'd tried to take your time, but it didn't seem possible. The thought of spending more time with Ralph Penbury put a certain, as Aunt Molly had put it on your way to lunch, "pep in your step." You'd never met anyone like him before. He was sweet, and funny, and genuine in a way you couldn't get enough of.

"What were you doing?"

"Just enjoying the fresh air," you explain.

"Oh," he says, looking a bit… disappointed? "I thought you might be making up stories."

"Making up stories?"

"About people… it's stupid, forget I mentioned it," he says quickly, facing forward. His cheeks burn red.

"No, please! I'd love to know."

He looks at you with a calculating expression, as if he's trying to determine whether you're mocking him or not, and eventually the corner of his mouth quirks itself into a sly smile.

"It's something I do to pass the time. I make up stories about people. Who they are, where they're from, where they're going and why."

"That sounds like fun," you tell him.

"My sister says it's stupid," he mumbles.

"Your sister doesn't really strike me as the type who enjoys thinking about other people," you say without thinking. Your statement leads to a brief panic, wondering if you'd overstepped.

Ralph tries and fails to suppress a smile, and you relax.

"Have you imagined my story?" You'd covered a lot of subjects this morning, but the life waiting for you at home had been carefully sidestepped.

"I may have," Ralph says with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Are you going to tell me what kind of exciting life you've imagined for me?"

Ralph shakes his head.

"Well!" You huff and stick your nose up in the air in a gesture of high-class snobbery, causing you both to dissolve into a fit of giggles.

"What about him?" You ask, subtly nodding your head toward a twenty-something man in a nice suit, leaning on the rail nearby and staring into the distance.

"Hm." Ralph stares at the man so intensely, you can almost see the wheels turning inside his beautifully shaped head. "He's had a dream about a beautiful woman with long red hair who lives in Boston. He's thought of no one else for weeks. So he's going there to find her, and bring her home with him, and marry her."

"That's lovely," you breathe.

Ralph grins. "Your turn."

"Alright," you respond with a matching grin. "Who's my subject?"

Ralph scans the area, and nods toward a woman who's fallen asleep in her chair, a large black hat covering her face.

"Black hat?" He nods in confirmation, and you stare at her sleeping figure until a story comes to you. "She's left her awful husband, sold all her jewels, and plans to start a new life in America. She wants to move to some small town, rent a room from some sweet old lady, and become a schoolteacher. But right now, she's just happy to be free and in the sunshine, surrounded by happy strangers."

Your gaze lingers on her for a moment before returning to Ralph, seeking his approval. He smiles and nods, and you feel a wave of relief wash over you.

"That was quite good for a first time. Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

You laugh. "No, I don't believe I have. But now that I've started, I don't know that I'll be able to stop."

"Excellent! Will you think of me when you play?" he asks with pride.

"Every time," you assure him, feeling a sudden burst of fondness for the boy whose heart you helped shatter last night. "Shall we continue?" He nods excitedly, and you search the area for your next subject. "The lady in the yellow dress." Ralph zeroes in on her almost instantly, and his face cracks into a wonderful smile.

"Five days ago, she received word that her childhood sweetheart was set to marry someone else. She purchased her ticket immediately, and is on her way to stop the wedding and win him back. She prays every morning and night that the ship docks on time, because she won't have a moment to lose."

"Are all of your stories so romantic?" you ask.

"Unfortunately," he grumbles, looking at the deck. Poor boy.

"I don't think it's unfortunate at all," you tell him gently. "I think it's wonderful that you imagine these epic love stories for everyone. Your stories may be the closest to real love some people ever get." You look to the sea and swallow the lump forming in your throat. "The world would be a much better place if everyone had a heart as big as yours."

After a moment of silence, you hazard a glance at Ralph. When your eyes meet his, it's as if the breath has been knocked from your lungs. You stare at each other for seconds that feel like hours… and then… a roar of laughter erupts from a crowd of men on the deck below.

"Right," Ralph says, clearing his throat. "Who's next?"

You eventually retreated to a pair of deck chairs, but the game continued all morning. You and Ralph imagined stories about jewel thieves, secret lovers, runaways, time-travelers, and one shaggy gentleman who might turn into a werewolf on the next full moon. You'd never had so much fun in your life.

When the bugle sounds again, you remember Aunt Molly's invitation. You hadn't been sure at lunchtime, but now? You couldn't wait for your two favorite people on board to meet.

"Would you like to join my aunt and I for dinner?" you ask.

His face lights up, and then darkens. What's going in that head of yours, Ralph Penbury?

"I wouldn't want to impose," he mumbles.

"You wouldn't be," you assure him. "I told her about the boy who managed to keep my nose out of a book all morning, and she was flabbergasted. She'd love to meet you!"

Ralph still looks hesitant.

"And she can tell you all about her horses!"

"Alright," he finally agrees. You'd told him about her this morning, and he'd seemed fascinated by the idea of a woman running a business. On a farm, no less! "If you're sure?"

"Absolutely," you smile. "I'll meet you in the reception area at 7:00?"

You part ways once again. Aunt Molly is delighted that you've extended her dinner invitation, and that your new friend has accepted. You dress quickly and arrive in the lobby to find him already waiting.

He greets you with a smile that brightens the whole room.

"That's him," you whisper, while you walk slowly to meet him halfway. Aunt Molly spots him immediately.

"Oh, if that isn't the cutest little bean I've ever seen," she remarks. You're glad Ralph isn't close enough to have heard it.

"Aunt Molly, this is Ralph Penbury. Mr. Penbury, this is my favorite aunt and traveling companion."

They clasp hands and greet each other warmly. The crowd begins to move, and you move with it. The three of you proceed through the door together and take your seats.

"Tell me about yourself, Ralph," your aunt insists.

The conversation flows beautifully. Ralph recaps his life story for the second time that day, and you smile and nod fondly at your favorite parts. He's so animated and fun to watch. His big brown eyes tell a story of their own. They sparkle with excitement when he talks about traveling, and seem to grow dim when he talks about his family.

Your Aunt Molly is a fine judge of character, but a poor poker player. You can see on her face that she adores him. She laughs at all the right times, and asks him follow-up questions that he's more than happy to answer. He returns the favor when she tells him about herself and her horse farm.

You hardly said a word through several courses of fine food, but you were happy just to observe. You were quite glad that Victoria and her herd were too good to eat the food that was included with the price of the ticket. Her insistence on patronizing the other restaurants meant that you could enjoy a wonderful meal without worrying about her at all. It was perfect.

After dinner, you and Ralph decided to head outside for another walk and a bit of fresh air.

"I quite like your aunt," Ralph says as you step into the cool night air. He slips off his jacket without a word and drapes it across your shoulders.

"Thank you," you smile. "I quite like her, too."

"She reminds me of my Uncle Albert," Ralph smiles. "That's who we're going to see. Victoria and I last visited him three years ago. It was such a ghastly trip. It took nearly two weeks to arrive! Imagine, two weeks on a ship with my sister!"

"Must I?" you grin.

Ralph laughs. "In the end, it was worth it. My uncle throws the best parties. He showed us all the sights. I love New York!"

"Have you been anywhere else in the States?" you ask.

"No," he admits. "What else is there?"

"Everything," you smile. "There are mountains and rivers and deserts and swamps. Big towns and small towns and ghost towns. More animals than you can even imagine."

"Really?"

You nod.

"I'd quite like to see some of that."

It's on the tip of your tongue to offer to take him there. Would that be out of bounds? You've just met the man. What's gotten into you?

You smile at him, and he smiles back.

You continue talking and walking the promenade until your legs grow tired, then settle onto a bench. You lean your head back to look at the stars, and Ralph copies you.

"Thank you for inviting me to dinner," he says quietly. "And for listening to me today. I'm sorry I talk so much."

"Don't apologize, Ralph. I'm quite happy I got to know you."

"Really?"

"Of course."

"Then would you…" Ralph trails off, and you turn your head toward him.

"Would I what, Ralph?"

"Would you like to meet me tomorrow? It's alright if you don't, I know I'm--"

"I'd love to," you cut him off before he can self-destruct. "How about we meet right here, after breakfast?"

"Alright," he grins at the sky.

After a while, Ralph walks you back to your room and bids you goodnight with another kiss to the back of your hand. You're glad that your aunt is already asleep when you step inside your cabin, because you can't hide your smile.

You don't know what you're going to do tomorrow, but you're happy you get to do it with him.

#writings of despair #ralphtanic #ralph penbury #ralph penbury x you #ralph penbury x reader #ralph timewasters

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I finally reached my pure consciousness yey ^^

♡The first time I found out about Void State was in November 2021. I had terrible psychology, a bullying family, and a college exam that would determine my life. Every night without rest, I tried to persistently enter with a bad concept.And finally, exactly fifteen months later, I reached that gap.Yes, to return to the very beginning, I am an anxiety and depression patient. That's why bad thoughts are always dancing in my mind. (not anymore hehe ^^) I mixed my own method with the information I learned from you and woke up on February 17 with all my desires <3<3<3

♡I had written my desires in a google docs, and that damn thing was exactly 25 pages. I was constantly worried what if some of them didn't happen and my consciousness ignored some of them. We guess it's complete nonsense, void gives you everything you want ^^

🤍Here are some of my desires;

(i'm sorry I wrote in detail because I like to read in detail -_-)

ღ Name, date of birth, place of birth revision.

ღThe racial diversity in my pedigree. My mother is half French and half Turkish now. My grandmother is half Turkish and half Russian.

ღWhite, smooth, soft, clean, shiny, moist, evenly toned, free from all problems, (blackheads, acne, skin stains, cracks, cellulite, scars and dead layer, dead skin, excess oil, eczema, dandruff, wrinkles, blackout, the capillary blood vessel image, picture, sun spots, wrinkles, hair loss, dry skin, pore), which appears to have Foundation and always flawless, non-porous, permanently I have perfect porcelain skin.

ღI have perfectly sighted, healthy, attractive, bright feline rare green & blue eyes. My eyelashes are long, tight, curled and bushy. Everyone admires my eyes and compliments me. I impress people very well even with my looks. My eyebrows also never come out of excess, they always look symmetrical and perfect in a taken way.

ღI have an extraordinary, aesthetic, attractive, elegant, small, proportional, symmetrical, upturned, S-line nose that looks perfect in every way, looks like a work of art from the side profile, receives compliments and compliments at any time. There is no hair on my nose, there is never any snot on my nose, and this never affects my health badly.

ღI have the most plump, soft, moisturized, symmetrical, attractive, never-cracking pink lips that exist in the entire infinite universe. My lips never crack. I have pearl-lined, healthy, white teeth. My teeth will never turn yellow and will not be damaged. There will never be food residue on my teeth. I have a great smile and laughter. My laughter and smile literally fascinate people. My mouth always smells extremely good.

ღI have a symmetrical, proportioned, masterpiece, flawless, small short skull (angel skull), face, forehead and chin. I have perfect ears, small, proportional to my face. My ears are always clean, there are no hairs, and this never affects my health badly. I have three holes side by side and a helix in my right ear, two holes and an auricle in my left ear. They're all healed up and it never hurts.

ღI have a perfect and attractive hourglass physique. I definitely have an extremely seductive, feminine and sexy body. Upright 90° proportional feminine shoulders, a prominent collar bones, feminine, sexy Ridge, a narrow chest, arms tight slim feminine, upright, rounded, fleshy, erect, the tip is a small, pink tits, Skinny (56 cm), waist, upper and lower tight and tense abdominal, plump,round, and perfectly upright, hips, round hips, a thin medium like the great column proportioned legs looks perfect, attractive, fragrant, plump, tight, tense and white symmetrical labia majora, labia minor short little soft pink, soft pink anus long thin fingers, No. 36 feet clean and looking great at all times, I have white and rasped nails that never break. My toenails never grow, always stay at their ideal height and are always rasped and clean. Hair and feathers never come out on my body except for my hair, eyebrows and eyelashes. I got rid of them permanently. No matter how much I eat, I will not gain weight, my physique and image will not deteriorate. There is a small mole on the top of my left breast and on my neck.

ღI have dense, thick wavy auburn hair that looks perfect, perfect, plump, soft, shiny, does not get electrified, never breaks, never smells bad and does not get greasy, healthy, smells good at any time.

ღEverywhere I am, it always smells extremely clean, attractive, sexy and sweet. I never sweat or smell bad. A sweat stain never happens. My clothes and underwear always smell very clean, beautiful and sexy. My toilet, big and small, always smells good. My big toilet never makes a sound. I never have a current. I never gas or burp. This will not harm my health. My vagina and anus always smell extremely beautiful and attractive.

ღI have the ability to sing, ballet, ice skating, piano, cello, draw pictures and write books.

ღI am a graduate of Oxford medicine, harvard mathematics. My IQ is 157. English German French Spanish Italian Russian I speak and understand Turkish, English, German, French, Spanish, Italian, Russian with perfect pronunciation and diction, just like my native language.

ღI have $50,000 in my personal bank account. I receive a $2,000 scholarship on a monthly basis, one of each month, and I will continue to receive my scholarship until I am 27 years old.

ღi have all the items on the dream wardrobe, dream jewelry & bags, dream shoes & socks, dream tec, dream books and vinyl, dream cosmetic (skin materials match my skin color and each product feels very good on my skin), dream things (gift &cargo section is all shipped and in my room) on my pinterest account.

ღi have a duplex loft house with earthquake resistant, rail system, top floor, attic, bosphorus view. The deed of the house is on me. A large, spacious, modern house with spiral staircase, terrace, American kitchen. There is both a walk-in shower and a bathtub in my bathroom.The house is designed exactly like my dream. The bills and dues for the house are automatically paid by the company I received a scholarship from. I have a driver's license and I drive perfectly, perfectly. My focus and reflexes are very strong when driving. I have a white range rover. The tax and inspection costs of my car are covered by the company I received a scholarship from. At the same time, I also have a card that I can fill out 10 times every month by the company where I received the scholarship.

ღI look so beautiful and sexy in every way, in every way. When I'm laughing, crying, wet, sleeping, laughing, miming, making love, without makeup, when I've just woken up. I never drool when I sleep, I don't let out gas and I don't get delirious. I always sleep perfectly and beautifully like a baby. 'm Virgin. I give extreme pleasure to the person I'm with, the person I'm kissing. The person in front of me is dependent on my lips and skin. The person who is with me gets more pleasure, excitement and satisfaction than he has ever received before.

ღI'm living the wattpad book life. I always looked the way I wanted and loved the way I wanted. I am the main character of my life. My life is like a novel written in the hand of a perfect writer. Every moment of my life is a book fiction. I have always been rich, successful, lucky and living the perfect life.ღI have a lover who will enter my life on September 9, 2023 and who has been secretly in love with me for 4 years. he's just like in my dreams.. 1.95 bronze skin, amber eye, black hair, scruffy beard, muscular body, long lashes and succulent lips.. He is extremely handsome, sexy and intelligent. It smells masculine and attractive. Both serious and sarcastic.. billionaire, soldier, ceo, underground man. He loves, protects and movies me more than anything in the world. he loves like her baby and makes love like her enemy 🔥 He2s exactly a book guy.

It's been a little long, I'm sorry, but I'm very excited and I'm living my life now. If anyone wants, I can also share how I got in 🤍

@lotusmi @uniquelymeandmyworld2 @voidprincessblog @voidsuccess @littlemissprettyprincess @rosellesworkshop @zen-shu @fleurlx Thank you, babies <3 I'm glad you're here <3 you taught me that I'm in control of my life <3

this is so amazing. thank you so much for sharing this with me ! congratulations ! you deserve it so much. ♡

#🎀 success story ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚#void state #the void state #void success

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Lean Turkish: Simple Present Tense in Turkish - Negative Case

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crescentmp3 · 1 year

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italyanca'da geniş zaman ile şimdiki zaman arasında bir fark olmaması çok üzücü... neden başka öğrendiğim dillerde hiç yok ki

#geniş zaman çok elverişli ama #belki korece'de vardır‚ yeterince öğrenmedim #hi sorry for the sudden turkish post. i had to complain about italian not having the difference between two tenses we have in turkish #🌙rambling #english doesn't have it either its so sad. how do you people live like this

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Murder 2.0 OH BTW OĞLUM IS TURKISH FOR MY SON

TW: wild being an angsty guy and mentions of killing

Also sorry that this one isn’t as good, I’m not good at writing wild angst :/

“Guys, we have a…” Legend hesitated. Any word he would typically mentioned would be an understatement, “Situation?”

Legend watched as the group of heroes came to a halt, “What kind of situation?” Time slowly asked, “Is someone-“

“Is someone in trouble?” Sky beat him to it, he gazed into Legend’s eyes. The look says it all, “Someone is in trouble, aren’t they?”

“It’s not just someone. It’s our cook.” Legend crossed his arms, “I don’t know what’s wrong with him but he’s pretty confused.”

The air around the boy seemed tense, “Traveler, do you think you could take a look at him?” He wasn’t used to being the guy to ask things of others, “I think it’s important.”

Hyrule nodded and motioned the others to come with, “What do you even mean by confused?”

Legend hesitated. Should he tell them what Wild said? Was it his place to tell him? “you’ll see.”

…

The chain most definitely did see. They saw Wild on the ground sobbing to himself. But it wasn’t quite sobbing, the champion was full on gasping for breath.

“Is he hurt?” Wind tugged on the captains sleeve. The look of sheer worry on his face shouldn’t be on someone so young like him.

“Traveler will look at him, don’t worry.” Warriors ruffled the teens hair. In reality, worrying was the exact thing the captain himself was doing, he really was a liar.

“Wild?” The traveler softly called out, “Can you hear me?”

Wild looked up for a moment, revealing a face with tears streaming down his cheeks. His breathing was staggered and panicked. They’re so mad they will get revenge on me. Are they gonna kill me too? I deserve it. I shouldn’t have killed them.

Hyrule took that as a yes and stepped forward. The champion accepted his fate, they were going to kill him and there is nothing he would do about it.

“Wait.” Hyrule came to a halt as Sky’s typically soft spoken voice rang through the forest. The chosen hero looked over at Wild, with that worrying look in his eyes that the chain knew and (maybe not so much) loved. “Champ, what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is that I killed you all and now you guys are coming to haunt me.” As stupid as it sounded, Sky didn’t laugh. He couldn’t bring himself to laugh at the fact that the hero was most certainly not okay and not thinking straight.

“Oh,” Sky whispered, “Twi, hold my sword for me, please.” Sky carefully dropped her into the rancher’s hands.

Sky’s boots slowly crunched closer to where the champion was hiding from the world. Down on the grass, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His knees softly dropped down to the patch of grass where the cook was sobbing, “Come here, you need it.” The chosen hero outstretched his arms.

Wild wanted to scream and thrash and push the ghost away, but his body didn’t let him. He instead dropped himself right into the hero’s outstretched arms. “‘M sorry.” Wild’s tears slowly spilled onto the sailcloth.

Sky simply just hummed and rubbed the boy’s back. Each sob slowly broke his heart more and more in empathy. The last thing he wanted was his incarnation to suffer. “Shh… it’s okay oğlum. You didn’t hurt us.”

The boy just sobbed harder as he relaxed into the embrace. The chosen hero didn’t judge, he just sat there and listened. “Don’t worry. I promise it will be okay.”

#lu wild #lu sky #lu time #lu warriors #lu wind #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu twilight #The onky one that wasn’t included was four #Poor guy #HE will have his turn eventually #Didn’t mean to capitalize the he #But too lazy to change it #Why am I still tagging

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redactedasset · 4 months

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ellis headcanons !⠀⋆⠀⬪⠀

✢ ellis makes themself shorter than gem and lets them play with their hair. i imagine them having fluffy/curly hair - which fascinates gem (and me obvi /lh)

✢ gem handmakes accessories for ellis, and they keep every single one of them in a mini drawer thingy on their desk, choosing at least 2 to bring with them daily.

✢ book annotations. book annotations. book annotations. book annotations. book annotations. book annotations. book annotations.

✢ i like to think ellis' grandma visits the bookstore once in a while, seeing the lovebirds having their chitty chat. she probably notices the way ellis looks at gem. i'm so flustered just thinking of it >.<

✢ ellis taps their foot while standing

✢ this includes me projecting onto gem: back when gem was only a frequent customer, they'd notice ellis' gaze at them and would kinda tense up awkwardly. "u-uhm yeah...you look cute too...thanks?" (I quite literally said this to a girl who flirted with me months ago) and as soon as they got home, they would freeze in their room, trying to process all the flirting ellis made...just admit you liked it 😝

✢ eggs is either a turkish angora or a munchkin or a british short/longhair.

i'm so in love with them RAAAAA okok personal rant you can ignore: i'm genderfluid/nb on the more fem spectrum and i rarely see any nb characters in the rp community (please leave recs <3). ellis is nb and they give me a more masc vibe (it's probably their voice or my own interpretation) and idk IM SO IN LOVE WITH THAAAATTTT LIKEEEEE imagnine a fem nb and masc nb person dating djfhlkjsdhfsdf so cute i long for it blushes furiously

#reverie ellis #reverie audios #headcanons #oh my god they are so cute??#i might die from it #i wanna kiss them #thank you altair sir for creating ellis i started reading more #pet the cat #AHHHHH #RAHHHHH #IM SO INSANEEEE #ellis

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I finally reached my pure consciousness yey ^^

🤍Here are some of my desires;

(i'm sorry I wrote in detail because I like to read in detail -_-)

ღ Name, date of birth, place of birth revision.

ღThe racial diversity in my pedigree. My mother is half French and half Turkish now. My grandmother is half Turkish and half Russian.

ღI have the ability to sing, ballet, ice skating, piano, cello, draw pictures and write books.

ღI have $50,000 in my personal bank account. I receive a $2,000 scholarship on a monthly basis, one of each month, and I will continue to receive my scholarship until I am 27 years old.

It's been a little long, I'm sorry, but I'm very excited and I'm living my life now. If anyone wants, I can also share how I got in 🤍

SUCCESS STORY!!! omgggg angell

I am so pround that you persisted for this long, like, fifteen months?? wowww!! And you diddd ittt I am so happy for you?? I am so happy you won't gave up because look all you gooot!!! And the way you were super specific HHAHAHA!! No but I love all you manifested for youuu, this is so amazing!! Tysm for sharing this 💗 I am so sure your story will inspire a lot of people!! I am excited for you too hhahah 💗Again, tysm for sharing your success baby, I wish you all the best in your life and more! Have an amazing day!

ps: no the book guy part 😭😭😭💗

ps 2: you soo smart and talented?? like omg all those languages and skillllss ps 3: the way you described even the moles 😭😭

@voidsuccess!

#neville goddard #law of assumption #loa tumblr #loa advice #loa blog #manifesting #success story #living in the end #loatumblr #Lotuses success #states

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