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Hiiiii. I want to start this off by saying I think you’re writing is AMAZING. I need you to write more long fics, especially involving Zoro 😏. But I have one question. I read “of lifetimes and heartbeats” so often, I might be able to recite it for memory. Can you tell me what was happening during this part?
“there’s a wet smacking sound coming from somewhere above you, a shuffle and a groan that’s echoed by an answering growl but you’re too lost in the hungry rhythm of luffy kissing and kissing and kissing you to pay it any attention.” 👀
I have an idea but my mind is so silly I picture them kissing while also fighting 😂. I need some clarity ❤️
thank you for the kind words <3 and you're honestly right! i thought of it as sanji and zoro kissing while you're kissing luffy and they can't fucking be normal about it so its like a bruise of a kiss where they're pressing so close it almost hurts but neither of them will ease up lmaoo
#lil sunbeam#lordy i havent thought of that fic in a minute#i need to be sandwiched between the monster trio rn
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The inherent love he feels, the chasm he falls into, when he finds you protecting his back in heats of battle? It's not a question of his skill, far from it, it's the pride and love you feel to stand by him on the same footing. Instead of a knife it's the press of your lips to the curve of his spine, gentle heat and open heart, but how deadly all the same it is on his heart, that your love could burn him from within.
Not me avoiding some school stuff to brainrot that out -Hoizer
KISSING HIS SPINE!!!!
#hozier.anon#what’s it like having the biggest brain ever?#also god this made me so soft#‘gentle heat and open heart’ it’s like you want me to lose my mind
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Hozier anon, the poems I want to write about Zoro being comfortable with you scratching up his back in heats of passion and what that means.....dreamy, yearning sigh
nobody gets me like you get me <3
i wrote a whole thing about how sensitive his back is and how he’d be a little too into you scratching it up and i stand by it!!
but also i’ve been thinking about his back from your perspective as his partner, how sometimes you feel more familiar with his back than his face cause zoro is always always placing himself in front of you. no matter where you are, when you walk together zoro is always half a step before you.
and what a place of honour it would be to stand with him shielding you, what a place of immense trust. i think he’d be so hyperaware that you could turn on him, could quite literally stab him in the back but it’s a risk he chooses to take every single day because how can he say he loves you and not trust you with his greatest pride, his unscarred back?
idk he makes me feel things :(
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i am, once again, thinking about zoro’s back :((
#sunny talks#that’s a lie i’m always thinking about his back#and what it means to him and his pride as a swordsman#i could write an essay at this point
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I just know that your zoro is shameless outside of bedroom too, like most writings out there build him as hating pda, low key lover on the streets, no hand holding, denying being adoring in public and all that jazz. oh but I know we know that devoted zoro is out there stroking oc hair because it looks lush in the wind, and he totally is finger feeding her a sweet he bought for her on a new island, he most definitely looms over her when walking on a new place, and no one bats an eye, because you said it there’s no way he’s not intense in his relationship ride and die with him
i can see it both ways honestly! a reserved zoro when you’re among strangers and a zoro who’s never heard of personal space when you’re around friends and crew. he has the duality <3
#lil sunbeam#but yeah zoro can be touchy <3 as a treat#except for handholding!!! i have very specific thoughts about zoro and holding hands
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NEW SUNNY POSTS??? WHOOOOOOO (also I cannot remember your blog title for SHIT I had to google the last (A+++) scenario I remembered to find you again. I even follow you! I could describe your imagines and your blog theme effortlessly but somehow my brain just drop kicks 'tamaki' out of long term memory. Anyway time to FEAST)
OH MY GOD why did it never occur to me that i can be googled i feel so exposed
BUT THATS SO SWEET IM GLAD WE’VE BEEN REUNITED BB <33
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can this be us (im down on one knee(im begging)(please oh god please say yes))
me n u renewing our vows
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monster trio + stroke game
luffy fucks you with all the frantic, joyful energy he puts into all aspects of his life. he beams at you, all bright and toothy, as his blunt head pops in and your cunt sucks him in like it’s missed him almost as much as he’s missed it. his pace is manic from the start but it’s only because he loves you so much and he doesn’t want you to wait even a second longer than you have to before your pleasure comes crashing down on you in waves, sweeping you under the current as luffy pushes your thighs to your chest so he can be as deep and as close as possible. his rhythm is all over the place, hips jerking and stuttering at times, jackrabbiting while you babble his name. but even for how mindless it may seem, luffy is intensely aware of your body language. he knows the exact pitch you make when you want him to slow down, knows that when your nails dig into his biceps it means you’re about to make a mess all over him. he’s always adjusting based on the cues you’re giving him and it leaves you a sweaty, dazed mess beneath him, exactly the way he likes.
zoro always fucks you like it’s the last time you’ll ever let him touch you. he’s as greedy as he generous, a tightrope balance that keeps you breathless and unsure of what’s coming next. it’s just as likely that he’ll manhandle you onto all fours, ass high in the air to rut against you than it is that he’ll kiss your ankle while your legs are on his shoulders and his cock is abusing that wonderful spot inside you. zoro himself is never sure which way he’ll go. the ever-present hunger inside him can never decide if it wants to take and take and take from you until you forget your own name or if it’d rather drown you in pleasure so vast and deep you lose yourself entirely. either way, zoro will make sure you end up pretty and dumb on his cock, the way you’re meant to be. his pace is maddeningly steady through it all, a toe-curling rhythm that lights every nerve on fire. no amount of crying and begging and bucking your hips up into his can change that. zoro wants this to last, wants to steal every moment he can just in case he never gets to experience this bliss again.
sanji is incredibly thoughtful when it comes to you, especially where your pleasure is concerned. unlike luffy who moves with pure instinct, sanji can make you fall apart on his cock because he’s learned how to. every touch is purposeful, aim true and backed by all the time he’s spent worshipping your body and figuring out exactly what makes you tick. trial and error have guided him here, your thighs hiked around his waist and a pillow shoved under your hips so he can watch your fucked-out face nice and close as he explores familiar territory and finds the spot that has you crying like an angel for him. the thumb that rubs circles around your clit is timed with every thrust, just the way he knows you like it. sanji has perfected the art of turning his body into a conduit for your pleasure and he can’t fathom having it any other way. because it’s only when you’re drooling and your eyes turn glassy, when your mind’s been emptied of everything but his name, it’s only then that sanji allows himself to duck his head into the crook of your shoulder and cum, the knowledge that he’s satisfied you better than anyone ever has or ever will hurtling him over the edge.
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thinking about worshipping sanji’s body on a bright morning. his blonde hair looks like gold today and you just wanna press your lips to every inch of his skin for salvation. yeah. sanji brain rot
you,,,, you get me. also this got a lil angsty sorry </3
sanji bathed in the golden morning sun is a rare sight you hardly get to see let alone savour. he’s always on the move, up to cook breakfast long before you wake up and slipping under the covers after his nightly prep work with you already fast asleep. sanji tries to make time for you during the long hours in between but with a dozen people on a tiny ship, alone time is unheard of. you’ve resigned yourself to these cold mornings and lonely nights. how could you ask for more when you see how hard he works day in and day out to take care of his crew. to take care of you.
still, when you blink awake and find his arms still wrapped around you, a greediness you thought you’d buried alive cuts through the syrupy drowsiness in your veins until you’re left bleeding and aching with need.
you twist around in his loose hold until you’re face to face with him, so close that his slow, deep breaths feel like your own. sanji is beautiful at rest, soft in a way he never lets you see. you cradle his face, fresh stubble scratching your palm as you swipe a thumb over his cheekbone. the light touch is enough to make him jerk then relax when he realizes it’s only you, eyes still closed.
sanji leans into your hand, pressing a sleepy kiss to the centre of your palm before he asks, “what’s wrong, my love? bad dream?”
“it’s morning.” his eyes flutter open as he takes in the golden hue of the bedroom for the first time, refracted light from the sea dancing on the ceiling as the sunny sways over gentle waves.
“i slept in?”
you kiss the confused furrow of his brow. “mhmm.”
“i sh-should get up.” his breath stutters as your lips start to wander, pressing against his temple before trailing down his cheek to litter his jaw in feather light kisses.
“you could.” you say, throwing your leg up around his waist and use the leverage to straddle him. “or you could stay here with me.”
“baby please. i have to go.” even with the obvious confliction in his voice, sanji’s hands find their way to your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh he finds there.
“then go.”
you’ve said too much. you know it from the way he all but freezes solid beneath you, so still and quiet you can almost hear the crack of his heart as it splinters like thawing ice under the warm morning sun.
“what’s wrong?” something lurks in the question that wasn’t there when he first woke up and asked you the same thing, something more fragile and fearful.
“nothing.” you nudge your nose against the underside of his jaw, planting kisses down his neck in a vain attempt to distract him.
“angel.” you feel his groan rather then hear it, a low rumble that tickles your lips and urges you to lick a stripe against his throat to pull another from him. “talk to me. please.”
“i’m fine. i just need this right now. i need you, sanji.”
he pinches your chin between his finger and thumb, lifting your head until you meet his eyes. you squirm under his heavy gaze, certain that the dawn’s light exposes your every thought but all he does is tilt forward to press his lips against yours and mumbles, “i’m yours.”
it’s nothing he hasn’t told you before but the pang in your chest makes you feel raw and vulnerable all the same. he’s yours. yours to know and touch and love and the reminder sends you into a frenzy, leaving a searing trail of open mouth kisses down his chest and following his happy trail until you’re slotted between his legs, mouthing and drooling over his cock.
“go ahead, baby.” he says. “take what’s yours.”
the streaming sunlight lights his flushed face gold as you slowly sink down on him. you should’ve known better then to take him without stretching yourself first but the burn is a welcome one. sanji winces as though he shares your pain and he licks his thumb to rub neat circles on your clit. when he finally bottoms out inside you, the tight, hurt feeling in your chest finally loosens enough for you to draw a full breath.
“is that better?” he asks. when you nod, sanji hugs you to his chest, rubbing a hand against your back until you relax against him. “that’s my girl. you want to talk now or later?”
“later.”
he kisses your temple. “of course, angel. tell me when you’re ready, okay? i love you.”
the buried pain eases all at once, soothed easily in a way only sanji could ever manage. “i love you, too.”
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i am Not normal about the way you write zoro, like he worships the air that reader breathes and it so utterly devoted to her and her needs (ಥ﹏ಥ)
devoted is exactly the right word!! how else is a man as intense as zoro gonna love? there’s nothing casual about him or any relationship he’d be in 😭😭
#lil sunbeam#i can see him having one night stands#but casual dating is just not something he’s built for#it’s all or nothing baby
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Hello!! Every day I come on here to check if you dropped any Zoro treats the same way a cat waits for food from a dispenser and I have to thank you for feeding us all yet again❤️ I adore virgin Zoro and I still read the Ribcage fic just about everyday. Have a wonderful day and thank you again for letting us see your wonderful ideas💕
#mamma-marimo#you don’t even know#how much that means#you always gift me such kind words thank you :((#also immediately made me open up the dumb zoro wip that’s been kicking my ass for months now
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Hozier anon, I need more about virgin Zoro please, I crave it like the sun
anything for you beloved <3
before he met you, zoro had a practically non-existant sex drive. none of his masculinity is tied up in how many people he can get in his bed and why would it be? his identity starts and ends with the swords strapped to his waist. they’re all he needs.
and then, there’s you.
he has no fucking clue what to do with you and your sudden presence in his life. you and your smiles and your quiet patience with him. but zoro isn’t one to turn and flee from the unknown. so when you invite him back to your room one night he follows, spine straight and steps sure.
and yet all the confidence he’s wrapped himself up in does nothing to guide him when he’s knelt on the bed between your spread legs, staring openly at where you’re wet and aching. for him.
zoro grits his teeth, a thousand questions trapped behind them. what he should do and how he should touch you and fuck, what did he do to get you like this already?
“show me,” he finally settles on and zoro waits until your eyes meet before he says, “show me how you like it. show me how you want me to fuck you.”
because when zoro commits himself to learning something, he’ll only obey the best and nobody knows your body better than you do. he’ll listen to every word you say, watch you rub your pretty clit and stretch yourself open for him all so that one day, he can fuck you dumb without you having to lift a finger for your pleasure.
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virgin loser zoro, you are so heavy on my mind
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