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[starinthesky-writes]

. ✦ ˚ Masterlist . ★⋆.

Hi! I'm Star, this is my masterlist. I don't have any kind of writing schedule; I just write for fun! I'm open to requests, but it's not a guarantee that I'll write it.

Guide: ✦ = Smut / ❀ = Fluff / 🗡 = Angst

Sanji (One Piece)

✦ My Princesse

🗡 You Will Make It Through This Night [Series, On-going]

🗡 Overboard [Series, On-going], Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

✦ Gimmie a Man After Midnight

❀ Mangoes & Fruit Tea

🗡 Falling For You

🗡❀ A Quiet Night

Zoro (One Piece)

❀ Sailing Day

[chocolilies]

─── messy sheets. ꒱

( ୨ৎ. roronoa zoro x fem!reader. . .ᐟ

one of zoro's many favourite things about dating you is how you pick up on each other's mannerisms.

◟ꪆ୧ nsfw (afab!reader, thigh riding, groping, fingering) porn with a tiny bit of plot, though the plot is mostly fluffy! based on this request! spreading my titty fiend!zoro agenda... reblogs and comments are appreciated a lot!! (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾∇⁠＾) !

w.c : 3.2k.

also on ao3 + op masterlist !

“don’t ever come back here again!”

“you don't own the ship, asshole! I'll go wherever I want!”

dodging a kitchen knife, zoro slammed the door to the galley shut, stomping down the corridor as anger seethed through him. 

“can’t even get a drink in peace,” zoro growled as he clutched at one of his swords, pushing open the door to your room, having half the mind to turn back around and slice the cook up a bit until he set eyes on your bed. 

he found you sprawled out horizontally over the covers, one of his too-big-for-you shirts pulled over your sleeping body, head falling off of one of the pillows, while you hugged the other tight against your chest. 

now, one thing zoro loved about dating you was seeing just how much you influenced each other. 

when you’d both first joined luffy’s crew, you’d snap and whine at him for napping at the most random intervals of time, kicking him awake or simply complaining very loudly with nami about how he used his free time, driving the swordsman up the walls. 

yet after all that time spent grumbling about his sleeping habits before you’d gotten together (and maybe a bit more after that), here you were. messily spread out on your shared bed with drool running down your chin, taking one of those naps you once objected so much against. 

he held in a laugh, his tiff with the cook fizzling away in his mind as he took in your sleeping figure, the light from the afternoon sun shining into the room and hitting you in an almost angelic way, which for zoro, you were nothing but. 

he carefully propped up his swords against the wall, shaking his shoes off before silently moving towards what you’d both silently agreed on was his side of the bed, though thanks to the way you had moved around in your bed, were now occupied by your bare legs. 

zoro had once heard about how you moved around a lot during your sleep, having heard nami’s complaints about your sleepy kicks or slaps back when you used to share a bed with her, always laughing loudly at the way you would shy away from her in embarrassment, unaware of how squirmy you were asleep. 

surprisingly enough, though, the moment you started to sleep alongside zoro, you stopped moving. maybe it was because of his incredible pain tolerance (since one slap from you would hardly register as painful) that your movements didn’t stir him awake, or maybe it was because of the unyielding grip he had on you the moment his arms found your wriggly body. 

he found it hilarious that it was the latter. 

zoro carefully took both of your ankles in one hand, pushing your legs and subsequently moving your body so you were lying in a more “appropriate” manner, though considering the many times he’d ended up horizontal on a bed, he shouldn't really be judging. 

once he’d made enough space for himself, he let go, kneeling on the mattress before pulling his shirt and haramaki off, polloping himself down on the bed as soon as he’d flung them across the room (something he knew he’d get reprimanded for later).

a grunt left him as he tried to get comfortable, arms immediately spread out instinctively to find your body, wrapping them around your waist and dragging you across the already messy covers into his chest. 

you let out a whine as the rough movements forced you to let go of the pillow you’d been cuddling, though seemed to immediately calm down once you subconsciously realised whose arms you were now in. 

“messy girl,” zoro murmured as he looked around the state your bed’s covers were in after what he assumed had been less than an hour (he clearly recalled you screaming at luffy for something or other a bit before he’d wandered into the kitchen), craning his head so he could press a sloppy kiss against your cheek. “mean, too. napping without me…”

he adjusted the arm underneath you so it was right against your neck, not wanting for you to grow uncomfortable with it digging into your waist, watching as you immediately rested your head against his warm bicep, letting out a soft noise of content. 

his other arm, though, had completely other plans. he moved it from its place around your waist, dragging his hand underneath the oversized shirt of his you’d stolen, placing his warm palm right above the elastic band of your panties, chuckling as your body shivered in response. 

one thing you'd quickly learned about zoro the moment you'd started dating was that he loved your tits. 

he'd once “joked” about throwing all of your bras overboard one day in which you'd walked out of your room without one, eyes trained to your chest each time you walked by, not shying away from showing his attraction to you in that state, though you (and everyone else who had heard his proclamation) knew he was fully capable of doing it. 

zoro's hands were on you every chance you got, taking your tits into his hands and squeezing like they were stress balls, thumb and index slowly working on your pebbling nipples, chin perched on your shoulder and just watching, never making a sound except for the sighs or grunts that would leave him in response to your own whimpering noises. 

sometimes it wasn't even sexual. sometimes he just found comfort in groping you, playing with the flesh as you say in his lap working on something or as a stress reliever after a particularly gruelling battle. 

this, he thought as slid one of his legs between yours, was not one of those times. 

zoro leaned down to press kisses to the exposed skin of your shoulder, leading a trail right up to the spot behind your ear, smirking as you shivered in response to the soft blow of air from his breathing. 

“...’ro.” you mumbled sleepily, hand moving to cover the one that had started playing with your tummy, stirring awake due to his movements, completely different to how zoro could sleep through wars if he wished to. 

“mornin’,” he joked breathlessly into your ear, deciding to continue teasing as he nibbled at your ear lobe, making you squeak and try to move away. “hey, hey, stop moving.” 

“stop bitin’!” you slurred out tiredly, swatting at his face with a huff, knowing it was probably pulled into an annoyingly smug look. 

“can't… ‘specially not when you look this cute in my shirt, all sleepy…” 

“you get turned on by the weirdest things…” you groaned, already feeling his hand start to move up your abdomen, going directly towards his two favourite things. 

his teeth immediately sunk into your neck in response to your little insult, taking advantage of your body's natural reaction to the pain to finally grab at your tits, tugging at your nipple almost immediately, his other arm moving from the position he'd previously put it in to grab at your other tit, not wanting to leave out any of your two girls.

“you’re so pervy, zo… y’re no better than-” your words were cut off as you moaned out in surprise at the immediate attack on your slowly pebbling nipples, the action sending shockwaves through your body, arms lying stiff at your side as you tried to decide what do with your hands, teasing words fizzling away in your mind, too busy enjoying the way your boyfriend was massaging your chest. 

“don't.” zoro growled into your ear with a pinch to your nipples, a high pitched whine leaving your mouth at the little retaliation, knowing full well what was about to leave your mouth, not wanting to think about the perv-cook when he was in the middle of playing with his girl's tits. 

“m-meanie…” you gasped, back arching at the slight pain that accompanied the pleasure that rushed through your body at his actions, feeling the leg that he'd slipped between your own start to move, the coarse material of his trousers along with the pressure of his thigh pressing tight against your panty-clad core. 

“yeah? ‘m just a big meanie?” zoro grunted, licking at the spot he'd previously sunk his teeth in, slowly but surely moving his thigh back and forth, loving the way your tiny frame jumped and shivered at every stimulation he gave. 

“y-yeah-” breathlessly, you started to move down to meet the movements of his stiff thigh, muscles rippling between your legs despite the little effort it took for him to move like this in comparison to you, who was already growing tired from the constant movements without the help like you usually had. 

“this is me being nice,” he licked a stripe up your neck to the spot behind your ear, where he pressed a very uncharacteristically sweet kiss to, your mind flowing with confusion as to how he could focus on kissing, groping and grinding into you all at once. 

well, considering you were dealing with a man who fought with three swords, you shouldn't be surprised at his dexterity. 

each movement of his thigh against where you needed him most sent waves of pleasure through your tired body, and you could anxiously tell that you were leaving a damp spot on his trousers by the way you were dripping, your boyfriend's ministrations enough to get your pussy soaked. 

it also didn't help that each time he pulled his leg forward, his knee would bump against your already throbbing clit, sending shockwaves up your spine and forcing whines out of your wet lips, saliva pooling in your mouth and threatening to slide down your chin like it previously had been doing during your nap. 

“y’really don't want me to be mean,” he taunted, leaving more kisses across the expanse of skin his too-big shirt exposed for him to touch, fingers letting go of your already abused nipples, a sigh of relief leaving your parted lips at that, focusing instead on groping at the rest.

at your lack of response, zoro grinned, basking in the sounds you were making before he slid his leg out of yours, not missing the way they immediately tried to press down onto it, a horrified sound leaving you at the sudden lack of pleasure. 

“z-zo!” you exclaimed, trying to turn around to look at him, but by the way he had you pressed tightly against, you found that movement to be impossible. “wh-what was that for?” 

your whines were music to his ears, ignoring the way you were squirming in his arms, though his hands continued to play with your tits. “what was what for?” 

he acted like he hadn't just put a pin in your pleasure, instead moving to grind his front against your backside, evidence of his growing pleasure pressing into your ass. 

“mean enough for you now?” 

you whined at his taunt, a gasp escaping you as one of his hands let go of your tits, confusion filling you as to what that lonely hand would be getting up to. 

“‘m sorry!” you whined, finding it slightly ridiculous that you were apologising for simply implying that your boyfriend was being mean, though you would've done anything to get that beautiful pleasure back. “please- please…” 

“please what?” you could hear the smirk in his voice, though by the way his hand was already trailing down your stomach towards your soaked cunt, you knew you wouldn't have to do any more begging except to please him. 

“touch- touch me, pleaseee…” you begged, even though his index and middle finger were already teasing the spot right above your clit, tracing the soft texture of your panties, trying to discern which pair you'd worn that day. 

“there's my girl.” he grinned, pride filling him up as he finally got that initial brattiness out of you, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek as his fingers went up to the elastic band of your underwear, reaching his hand under it and running over your pubic hair, fingers sliding right between your soppy folds. 

your breath hitched in your throat as he immediately found your tiny bundle of nerves, already an expert on how your body worked and what you needed from him, rubbing slow circles into it like he knew you liked, a sharp contrast to the way he'd previously been grinding his leg against it. 

your legs twitched with every movement, your pleasure picking up from where he'd left off, tummy growing warm as he toyed with you, and though you could feel yourself slowly making your way up to your orgasm, you knew zoro wouldn't let you cum just like that. 

“shit, she's a messy girl, jus’ listen to her…” he murmured, referring to the sounds your cunt was making with every move of his finger, adding a second one in hopes that the cacophony of sounds would increase. 

“don't teaseee…” you drawled out, lolling your head back against his shoulder as he peppered kisses all over you, sliding his fingers around the erogenous zones around your clit, sparking pleasure all over you. 

“‘m not teasing.” he grunted, his hips jerking slightly to make contact with your ass, rubbing his erection against you in tandem with his own fingers, though still completely zeroed in on your pleasure. “I jus’ know what she wants.” 

you puffed out your cheeks, though whatever you were about to snap back died in your throat as he finally slid his fingers down to your soaked entrance, teasingly running his fingers around the ring of muscles. 

“fuck, y’feel tight.” zoro groaned, the heel of his palm pressing right into your clit, stimulating your little nub with each twitch of his fingers. 

“gonna fuck me open?” you jeered, out of breath at the continuous amount of pleasure being forced onto your sleepy body, another wave of slick leaving your cunt at the thought of getting fucked. 

“fuck, I wish…” zoro rasped, cock twitching against your back at the shared idea, shaking his head slightly, too comfortable in this position to move around. “not today, though. ‘m just enjoying playing with your little cunt for now.”

he slipped his middle finger into your hole before you could even reply, though he knew you had no qualms with his reply, always admiring his hands and exclaiming how much you loved having them on your pussy. 

his finger immediately found your g-spot, arching it to rub against the spongy spot that made your toes curl, palm still grinding against your clit deliciously. 

“s-so good!” you cried out, one of your hands grabbing at the arm he'd shoved down your panties, nails digging into his tanned skin in pleasure, though no pain registered, too busy playing with your cunt to focus on it. 

“yeah? ‘course it is, it's me.” he said, ego inflating at his own words as you twitched in his arms, slipping another finger into your tight heat to join the attack on your g-spot, his other hand still playing with your tit, warm pleasure building up in your tummy as he worked you out. “‘know you better than anyone.” 

fuck, it almost pissed you off how right he was. 

“no one like me, right?” 

“no one!” you cried out on instinct, moving your hips in tandem with his hand, amplifying the rising pleasure and grinding back on his stiff cock at the same time. “only one for me, zo!”

“atta fucking girl.” he spat out, breathless from the possessive talk and the own pleasure that was rushing through his body, pre leaking from his tip and forming a wet patch against his trousers. “y’close?” 

“mhm!” you shook your head up and down aggressively, moans and whines tumbling out of your mouth as you neared your peak, hand pulling at zoro's arm to alert him of it and ask that- 

“I got you, don't worry.” he sighed, knowing what you wanted before you even said it out loud, pulling his fingers out of you with a loud squelch, pressing his wet fingers against your clit like you wanted and rubbing quick circles onto it, your legs shaking as your hips tried to keep up with the sudden switch in stimulation, though thankful for the help, as it was what you needed to get where you wanted to the most. 

“fu-fuck, zoro! m’so close!” 

zoro knew what that meant. already too familiar with your body and your needs, he knew that that meant to continue whatever he was doing. not to speed up, not to slow down, not to switch techniques, just keep doing what was making his girl scream. 

“it's okay, I got you,” he almost purred, grip tightening on your tit as his hips jutted out to search for stimulation on his leaking cock, although he knew he'd probably be able to cum just by witnessing your orgasm alone. 

“oh god, oh god-” zoro grunted at your words, knowing that he'd usually let out a teasing ‘god’s not fucking you this good, baby’, at your whiny words, smirking as you immediately changed your tune. “zoro! oh, zoro, zoro!

your mouth flew open in a silent scream as you finally reached your peak, riding out your orgasm with help of zoro's fingers, that were quickly covered in slick by the way you'd came, soaking both his hand and your panties, probably even leaking onto the already messy covers. 

you whined as the hand that had been groping you moved to grab at your neck, moving your head painfully to a side so zoro could slot his lips against yours, drinking up your moans and whimpers as you swapped spit, eyes wide open and taking in the way you were falling apart on his fingers. 

you quickly found yourself twitching in overestimation once your orgasm washed away, whining into zoro's mouth, a telltale sign to slowly stop his ministrations. 

“hey, hey…” he shushed you as he leaned back, letting you lie down properly as he propped himself up on the bed, watching you shiver in the aftershocks of your orgasm as he pulled his fingers back from your perky clit, leaning back down quickly to press a kiss between your furrowed brows. “y’okay?” 

you hummed in response, cracking your eyes open to take a look at your grinning boyfriend, his face flushed and sweaty as his chest rose and fell with each quick breath, almost like he'd- 

“zo, just by-?”

“just by seeing you, yeah.” he exhaled, eyes flicking down to his bulge, cock softening against his trousers as he himself came down from his high, bringing the fingers he'd used on you up to his mouth and licking them clean, eyes darting around the room as if he wasn't in the middle of licking your juices off his fingers. 

“don't goooooo…” you whined, knowing he was probably looking for the closest thing he could use to clean you up, much rather preferring cuddles with your boyfriend to a dry cunt. 

you outstretched your arms out to him and made grabby hands, watching as he grinned in response to your need actions, landing on top of you with a grunt and resting his head right on the tits he'd previously been attacking. 

“brute!” you gasped, hands finding solace in his hair and running through his green strands, pouting down at your boyfriend. 

“mmm… next time don't let me suck your tits, unless you wanna see a real brute.” 

[papayafromtv]

alternatively, could we have an au where Jason has to be the one that delivers Damian to the manor in Gotham, and he gets so distracted with trying to make Damian's first trip outside the league enjoyable (road trip, theme parks, bunch of stop-offs along the way) that he completely forgets to set up his own place to stay in for after Damian's gone to the manor. and the two end up in front of the Wayne Manor driveway in the middle of the night arguing about it like

Damian: it's just a night or two, and it's not like Father doesn't have spare bedrooms available. Jason: that's not the issue, the issue is that i don't want them to fucking know i'm here. Damian: ok so i'll distract them and you can sneak in the back entrance. Jason, flatly: you want me to sneak into my old house to spend the night, when everybody thinks i'm dead and i want it to stay that way? Damian: i'm just saying that his long lost blood son showing up is a good distraction, and it IS a big manor. i'll bet you anything that i could keep you hidden in there for as long as you needed. Jason: you fucking could not. Damian: i could. Jason: could not. Damian: i could and i'll bet fifty dollars on it. Jason: Jason: Jason: alright.

Damian ends up keeping Jason hidden in Bruce's own house like a kid trying to hide a puppy they found on the street in the back of their closet. he's sneaking Jason food and building him a little hidey-hole in the attic above his bedroom and literally nobody else in the manor has a single fucking clue. Jason already knows all the hidey-holes and secret passages from when he lived there anyway, so it turns out not to be as hard as he thought.

to be clear, he still becomes the Red Hood. he's not spending every second in the manor; he's sneaking in and out on a daily basis while he sets up a rulership in Crime Alley. it gets to the point where he fully has his own apartment that he could move into at any point, but he and Damian are being so stubborn about this bet that he's just staying at the manor anyway to prove that eventually they'll figure it out. plus it's starting to get really fucking funny because he's started playing ominous ghost sounds in the ceiling above Tim's room and the poor guy fully thinks he's being haunted by his predecessor's ghost. a fact which is almost correct.

the only thing that's frustrating the hell out of Jason is the fact that after every single interaction with the bats, no matter how exhausted he is from working all night, he has to watch Bruce drive the others right back home while he waits and then has to walk back by himself. eventually there's an arkham breakout and it's so bad that the bats are readily accepting Hood's help with dealing with it and it takes so fucking long to sort everything out that when it's finally over and they're ready to 'go their separate ways', Jason is so genuinely dead on his feet/in pain and need of sleep that he stops caring about everything. Bruce tells the bats to get in the batmobile and Jason just trudges over and slides in next to Tim.

everybody freezes and. straight does not know how to respond. Jason's just half-asleep already leaning his head against the window, and Bruce eventually has to clear his throat and ask like "...would you like a ride home, Hood?" and Jason just grunts.

"where do you live?"

"Wayne Manor," Jason mumbles, barely conscious. the bats all bluescreen apart from Damian who is so resigned to his big brother's idiocy at this point that he just tells them to take him back to the cave with them.

"just- just bring him. look at him. what trouble is he going to cause? he's tired, Father. let him rest."

Bruce is... so confused. and so concerned. but if Hood's injured then what harm is there in letting him get checked over and sleep the worst off in the batcave medical suite? he did help out a lot that night, after all. except when they get to the cave Bruce and Dick start preparing to carry the asleep Red Hood onto a medical bed when Damian just kicks him in the ribs and says 'we're home', and they watch in baffled fucking silence as Hood wakes up, blearily blinks while he takes in his surroundings, and then gets up to start trudging straight up and into the manor.

the others can do nothing but watch in quiet disbelief as Hood proceeds to go through the manor like he truly knows it, gets to Damian's bedroom, and then sleepily climbs up through a secret passage in the ceiling that, when Bruce pokes his head into, reveals a fully renovated bedroom filled with the Red Hood's gear and personal possessions. Hood flops down onto the bed and passes out immediately. Damian just bids Hood a good night and calmly closes the opening behind him, before turning to face the incredulous faces of his entire family staring at him like he's a fucking alien. he narrows his eyes.

"we will talk about it. tomorrow."

"Damian-"

"we are all tired." Damian determines. "for now, let him sleep."

"IN OUR HOUSE-"

"WE WILL DISCUSS THIS TOMORROW."

the next morning Jason wakes up at like. noon. and remembers the night before. and he crawls down into Damian's room to nudge him awake and firmly tell him 'i am not giving you fifty dollars'.

the ensuing argument wakes up the rest of the family.

[undiscovered-horizon]

[When Miss Goldenweek paints you afraid, that includes Zoro as well. If he wants to wipe that paint off of your arm, he needs to get much closer, witnessing how fear turns into terror with each step towards you.]

a/n: let me know if you want Sanji's version!!

Although Zoro wasn’t one for philosophical debates, he had a habit of indulging you. It was nothing short of selfish – he longed to be the sole beneficiary of your attention. Even if your ponderings were utterly uninteresting to him.

Alas, now he wished that he had listened to you closely, taken in every word you had said. Perhaps then he’d know how to get through to you. 

The fear that glistened in your teary, red eyes was impossible. Not only in terms of intensity but also in its origin. How could he, Roronoa Zoro, put such terror in your trembling heart? He, who had promised time and time again to not let harm come your way; he, who shielded you with his own body during a fight; he, who considered a bleeding wound to be a small price to pay for your safety and well-being.

With each step he took in your direction, you took two steps back, ever growing the distance separating you. It seemed as though the larger the chasm between you, the more fearful you were. Something viscous and dishonest inside your thoughts used the space as proof: prey crawls away from the predator, it’s only natural. If you must be so far away from Zoro, just how bloodthirsty is he? What menace lies behind the dexterity of his fingers and the persistence shining in those deep-brown eyes?

You continued to retreat, gaze darting around in search of escape. How silly you really were – there was no way you could possibly outrun him. Finally, your back hit a large tree trunk. A muffled thud symbolised your impasse.

The man was about to take another step forward when your shaky voice called out to him:

“Stay there! Don’t come any closer!”

A desperate break in your voice rendered him immobile. Such an unfamiliar sound, yet more horrible than anything he’s ever heard. It resounded somewhere deep inside him, his own fears repeating it like an echo. His chest suddenly tightened and Zoro found himself both speechless and breathless. That unnamed sensation seared through his lungs, heart and spine. Trembling hands longed to claw his chest open and rip out whatever was hurting in such an unbearable, inexplicable way. It wasn’t human. It couldn’t be. Nothing in nature should be subjected to that agony.

Your entire body shook as you slid along the trunk and sat on the ground, knees held close to your chest. A violent sob escaped your throat. Trying to stifle it, you put your hands on your mouth, in vain. Hot tears streamed down your face, glistening in the high noon sun. 

Seeing the reflected sunrays, Zoro recalled one late night, when you begged him to stay up a little and join you in some stargazing. Bright, white dots littered the dark sky like precious jewels scattered on a sheet of black satin. There, sitting next you, Zoro finally understood the idea of art. If he could somehow save that moment, he would. Then, any time his heart desired, he could once again see your soft smile filled with wonder, faraway stars glistening in your eyes and the almost reverent look with which you admired the night sky. He recalled how you broke the long, pleasant silence: “I wonder what they see when they look down on us.” Zoro would have reminded you that stars, obviously, don’t have much internal dialogue but then you looked at him, casually decided to forever change the way he thought about you: “Sometimes I wonder what you see when you look at me. I mean, we’re so different and yet, we’re here. How does that happen?” The warmth of your skin against his was still fresh in his memory. Unknowingly, he clenched his hand into a fist, desperately trying to relive the sensation of holding you close.

“Fine,” he answered, after a moment of shared silence. Zoro swallowed with difficulty. He didn’t trust himself with longer sentences, not when you trembled in fear before him. “I’ll stay right here.”

He was terrifying.

It was like waking up at dawn and trying to remember the nightmare you just had. There were no details, only fear. A blurry set of silhouettes, their imposing aura only growing darker the harder you tried to make out their specifics. Similarly, you couldn’t recall a moment when one of Zoro’s blades lay threateningly against your exposed throat. The fear, however, remained, as though you remembered you had once remembered such a scene.

Even if you never had a direct reason to fear Zoro, wasn’t it simply common sense to fear a lion? It didn’t require being mauled to realise what a predator is. Although Zoro didn’t roar and neither did he have formidable claws, he was no less threatening: three sharp, well-made swords, years of experience in swordfighting, infamy amongst pirates for hunting them with a rettifying ease, an unshakable determination that even impressed one of the Warlords. Roronoa Zoro had the potential to be a nightmare brought to life. He could be a true demon, the personification of all vile fantasies.

But was he?

You held on to this sliver of clarity like a dying breath. It was impossible to tell which thoughts were your own. The fear directed at Zoro was suddenly directed at yourself – what was happening to you? How could you lose control of your own mind? More importantly: how can you escape the danger if it’s something inside you?

In that moment of clear thinking, you recalled as many memories with Zoro as you could. Maybe it was possible to convince yourself that he was never a threat. As images of shared laughter, intimacy and serenity flood your mind, you hold on to one, undeniable fact: Roronoa Zoro had countless opportunities to kill you in the most gruesome of ways. If he wanted to bring your demise, he already would have. After all, he’s not exactly fond of sitting idly.

“Help me!” you called out to him as your thoughts began to blur once again. Terror grew over them like ivy and moss hide once marvellous buildings. “I can’t stop it!”

“It’s the paint!” he answered, finger pointing at your shoulder. “You need to get the paint off!”

Confused, you looked at your arms. Your gaze landed on a red spiral painted on your skin. Something about this picture intensified your fear. The sliver of clarity was nowhere to be found; grim clouds covered every thought of yours that presented Zoro as anything other than a hungry predator.

You watched as Zoro slowly moved towards you. The beast was on a prowl, keen gaze observing you closely. Surely, he was looking for the quickest way to draw blood from your still-writhing carcass. Zoro was saying something to you but you couldn’t quite make out the words except for “paint” and “come”.

The conclusion was clear as day: Zoro put it there to lure you in. It’s all a scheme to get you to come closer to the swordsman. He was a predator and that was his hunting strategy.

What followed happened much quicker than you could realise. Roronoa Zoro, the beast that he was, pounced on you. Strong arms wrapped tightly around your frame. There was no escaping from that hold, like there was no escaping for the fly wrapped in a black widow’s cocoon. You tried to force your way out of that prison, pulling and pushing as strongly as you could. Tears rolled down your cheeks and onto his hands.

A piercing scream filled your ears. It might have been yours but you couldn’t be quite sure – the sound was inhuman, belonging rather to a wounded, frightened animal than a person.

Then, a warm hand rubbed against your shoulder. In a moment, everything went still. What a strange sensation it was, as though the time suddenly slowed down. The colours of the foliage became clearer. Your lungs filled with sweet-smelling, fresh air.

Your heart calmed down, returning to its usual steady rhythm. The fear… was gone. Completely. Along with the terror, all thoughts of Zoro’s murderous schemes disappeared. You could recall some of them, like one recalls a bizarre nightmare they had just woken up from. As the dawn breaks and sunlight fills the bedroom, the night terrors become ridiculous and laughable. How could you ever be afraid of something so calming?

“You with me?” whispered Zoro. His hot, shaky breath brushed against your temple.

“Yeah, I’m here,” you answered equally lowly. “Thank you.”

“Let’s not do this ever again, okay? I-” He cut his sentence before he could finish it. Zoro exhaled slowly, steadying himself. Your terrified shriek still rang in his ears, still asking him whether he truly deserved your trust. “I hated seeing you scared of me.”

His embrace remained just as tight as before. It was both bruising and grounding; one learns they are alive only when they greet Death at her door. Your face was nestled against Zoro’s chest, his chin resting on top of your head. The feeling of being engulfed by him had, strangely, the same power over you as that red paint: it confused your thoughts, taking control of your sanity. However, instead of fear, it instilled a deep sense of safety and belonging, as though the world began with Zoro’s left arm and ended with his right. Everything outside of that was nothing more than a mirage, an afterimage of a dream you had once dreamt.

“You will never have to be afraid of me. You know that, right?” Zoro’s question was met with silence but not with ignorance. The nod of your head was everything he needed to know. “Good,” he muttered under a sigh. It seemed that the acknowledgement was meant more for his own anxiety. The piercing scream continued to echo in his head, although quieter than before.

“You know what was the strangest of all?” you asked. Zoro answered with a low hum. “When I asked for your help, I had this moment of clarity. I tried to make myself remember that you’re not a threat. That I’m always safe with you. And the fear that clouded my mind was the scariest thing I’ve ever felt. The thought of me being scared of you was… “ You shake your head, looking for the right words. “It was more terrifying than anything I could imagine. I would hate to live in a world where, somehow, I should be afraid of you.”

“Good thing you will never have to.”

You felt a pair of lips softly kissing your temple. Was it a promise? An apology? Perhaps a symbol of duty to you.

Zoro wasn’t one for philosophical debates. If he were, he might have understood that he had just witnessed the most profound declaration of love.

[p0agart]

🔥👊🏽 ASCE

[queerautism]

Hey so as the economy continues to get worse in the next few years, gambling companies are going to go extra hardcore predatory as people become more desperate. Yes, even more than they already are. You have to promise me right now you're not going to fall for it. No gambling, okay?

This is going to be especially bad with prediction markets and sports gambling, and it's already really fucking bad. But it also goes for loot boxes, blind box collectables, trading card games, and ESPECIALLY gacha games.

[lonelysatoru]

alabasta you will always be iconic

[daisydovley]

i’m lowkey feening for some sanji angst. like where he was with reader while at baratie and leaves em behind but meet again at a seaport and it’s just a whole thing

Not quite my flavor, I think.

I'm not really into angst where ML willingly leaves FL in this way. I think it leans more towards hurt/no comfort and I so rarely find pleasure there.

It's not the same premise, but one angst author I do enjoy is my friend @starinthesky-writes. If you want Sanji angst, they have some really good ones that rip out my heart every time. But the writing is good and the set ups are so creative that it always draws me back in. Check out their 'Overboard' series if you wanna feel the angst :)

[starinthesky-writes]

alsjdkajskflaj you’re so sweet???????

hi yes i love a good bit of angst i love torturing sanji and breaking him for funsies 🙂‍↕️

i don’t have anything exactly like that, but in my piece Falling For You i do reference a backstory where it’s similar to that! if i end up writing a story more closer to your request ill reply back here with a link to it!!

i’m also tossing around another angsty sanji fic idea, and, without spoiling it too much, it might be close to what you’re wanting, while not the same exact premise!!

[innerchildabortionclinic]

getting kicked off love island for just swimming in the pool and not talking to anyone

[byjove]

*through gritted teeth* no one has ever loathed themself into getting better, you have to love yourself a little to change

[skronklpus]

Bojack reference

[niemti-art]

My second piece for the Frobin Zine. Check out the zine, its got a ton of awesome works inside!!

[papayafromtv]

conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 84 (masterpost here)

*connecting ping*

Tim: hey Jay, i'm coming up behind you, what's up?

Jason: shh, i'm busy.

*boots against stone*

Tim: what are we doing? *a beat* is that Damian?

Jason: yeah he's working with Dick tonight. Dick's inside the warehouse.

Tim: ...why are you watching him like a creepy stalker?

Jason: i dunno. just been... introspective, lately.

Tim, jokily: about how being a teen dad ruined your life?

*smacking sound*

Tim: *yelps* ow??

Jason: shut up.

Tim: ok, well about what then?

Jason: i dunno. you know how people say that they get to the same age as their mom was when they were born, and then have a mental breakdown because they couldn't imagine for the life of them being in charge of a human baby?

Tim: ...yeah?

Jason: yeah. well. i dunno. Day's fourteen now. he's only a couple months older than i was when i died.

Tim: oh, and it's making you think about how young you were when it happened?

Jason: *considering noise* ehh, not really. i'm just- just- just look at him down there. all small. a clear child.

Tim, bland: he's the same height as me.

Jason: and you're weird and small so my point still stands.

Tim: *slightly irritated* mhm. what's your point?

Jason: just...

*a beat*

Jason: can you fucking imagine him going through airport security by himself?

*slight pause*

Tim, now amused: sorry, what?

Jason: i was fucking barely fourteen, and i was just waltzing through that airport with no supervision, passport and boarding pass to Ethiopia in hand, not a care in the world. could you imagine Damian doing that by himself at his age?!?

Tim: *snort* i- i mean, no. i guess times have changed, i don't actually think he'd be allowed to fly by himself.

Jason: -and to Ethiopia-! a country he's never been to before, no guide or place to stay, nobody waiting to show him around--he's so fucking young!

Tim: Jay, you know he's not going to Ethiopia by himself, right? that was you.

Jason: -BUT COULD YOU FUCKING IMAGINE?!?!?

Tim, placating: yea- ok, ok you're right, it would be wild. but it's fine because he's not going to need to go anywhere by himself. he has you to hold his passport, right? he'll never have to go through airport security by himself in his life if he doesn't want to.

Jason: i got a taxi to the airport--i just full on got into a car with a stranger- i took a NAP on the way there. with a STRANGER in the car.

Tim: i mean isn't that how you got adopted in the first place-

Jason: HE'S SO FUCKING YOUNG-

Tim, morbidly curious: dude are you tearing up?

Jason: i haven't slept in three days.

Tim: oh my god.

*connecting ping*

Bruce: ok i don't know what's happening with you all over there but can you knock it off? i'm supposed to be working with the Justice League tonight, why is Damian texting me telling me to 'tell your other children to stop crying at me from rooftops like i can't fucking see them'.

Jason: shit we've been got-

Tim: for the record Jason is the only one crying.

Bruce, tiredly: just stop harassing your little brother.

*faint notification beep*

Bruce: ...and Tim stop flipping him off.

[keatxu]

abandonware should be public domain. force companies to actively support and provide products if they don't wanna lose the rights to them

[omikronsoul]

Game companies hate emulation, but none of them seem to understand that a lot of us would just buy ROMs from them directly if we could. I don't want a fifth remake of Final Fantasy IV, I want to pay five bucks for the 3MB file you already made bank with thirty years ago. Nobody who wants to play something for the purpose of retro gaming is going to consider a $40 remake as the alternative option, and we're certainly not going to let the original dissappear. They're crying about opportunity cost for a product they're not even selling.

[justletmeremember]

op i know you're probably talking about like, video games, etc, but this is also critical for research science - my lab has so much abandonware, either because the company's out of business, or the company decided to not maintain it, and it's a fucking nightmare. we have two windows 95 computers that are CRITICAL for performing experiments/data analysis because the software needed is abandonware. one of the main roles for a guy in my lab is to maintain these little dinosaurs because if they go out, we lose access to ~20 years of raw data for research. part of why is that these companies also make their own file types, and make it difficult-to-impossible to convert those file types without their specific software. by habit, i convert all research files to more generic versions (txt, pdf, tif, etc) so that i minimize risk of losing my shit, but some stuff can't be converted.

for example, we have a microscope that is perfectly functional, good microscope, but its software is abandonware because the company refused to maintain it. the company is still in business, still makes essentially the exact same software, but they made all of the old tech incompatible with new software to force people to buy the new microscope tech. it would cost a quarter million dollars to replace this microscope. this perfectly good microscope.

so like, i know a lot of people look at the original post here and go "well op just wants old video games to play" (which is valid! games companies should not be able to push shit to abandonware and then close it off) but also this is critical for like. biomedical research. if y'all had any idea how much basic infrastructure built on science relies on shit that is technically abandonware, you would probably be horrified.

[jollysunflora]

#there is so much abandonware just...out there being used and carefully maintained#because nothing quite replicates the functionality

[medusas-daughter]

Of course they don’t like Milly Alcock’s Supergirl. She’s a grown ass woman with zero love interests who spends the movie saving her dog, casually dismantling a sex trafficking ring while she’s at it, and preaching the importance of being good, not nice or smiley or cheerful but good. I for one adored the movie and I really hope I’ll get to see more of Alcock’s Supergirl she’s now my favorite iteration of her and I love her so dearly.

[emziess]

Doctor Ryland Grace + Always Muscles? aka what's a middle school science teacher doing with all that

[daisydovley]

Sweet Dreams - Vinsmoke Sanji

NSFW ♡ 18+ ♡ SMUT

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader [No use of y/n] Summary: Sanji knows you come to lay in the aquarium glow when you're sad or lonely. When he finds you sleeping there now, he decides to give you sweeter dreams. Sanji fingers and eats you out while you're asleep. CW: DD:DNE Somnophilia, NonCon, CNC, Slight Angst, Fingering (F Rec), Oral (F Rec), Male Masturbation, Jealous Sanji, Yandere Sanji, Zoro x Reader established relationship and Sanji is not happy about it. Implied Zoro is a shitty bf Word Count: 2.5k

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Sanji finds you in the place he sometimes does within the still hours of the late night- laid back on the bench beneath the aquarium, soundly sleeping in its soft glow. Usually, when he finds you like this he scoops you up like his own bride and carries you back to your room.

Occasionally, he’d find your bed still made up- telling him you hadn’t slept it in and it wasn’t where you came from before wandering out into the night. That always simmered his quiet anger, but he always tried not to let you feel the heat of it when he tucked you in.

He’s not certain that you’re aware he’s the one constantly bringing you back to bed. It’s not something you’ve ever spoken about. And he’s not the one you give those sweet sleepy smiles to over breakfast. In fact, he’s quite certain you think it’s the man you’re giving them to who does it for you. By the grins he gives back, Sanji doubts he’d even bother correcting you otherwise. Why would he? It’s in his best interest to let you believe he’s better than he actually is.

When Sanji found you sitting awake in the glow, he’d sit with you- quiet and present and hoping it wasn’t his own imagination the way you’d relax having him there. He asked you once why you came, and it rended through him the sad, distant look in your eyes as you told him that you found it comforting. Some nights when you just couldn’t sleep or some nights when you were feeling sad or lonely, you found this a peaceful place to be.

Sanji didn’t like it when you were sad. And he certainly didn’t like the idea of what could have made you sad or lonely in the middle of the night. Especially when you’d doze off and he’d carry you to bed- finding it, yet again, neatly undisturbed. It made him sick to his stomach and filled him with murderous heat.

Because Sanji knows where you were. Knows whose bed you lay in.

Knows whose bed you crawl out of sad and lonely because you’d rather sleep on the bench beneath the aquarium than stay there.

Sanji can’t fathom it. Can’t fathom the way Zoro pushes you to feeling this way. Can’t fathom why or how he does it, though he knows there’s no one and nothing else to blame. You were never like this before you presented your heart to Zoro.

Before he took it, along with your body.

You love him. Sanji knows you do. And though he’s loath to admit it, he’s pretty sure Zoro at least thinks he loves you too. But, Sanji can’t imagine a man truly loving a woman and then leaving her too often lost in her own sorrow.

Never once did Zoro ever appear during those nights he’d sit with you here. Never once did he get out of bed to find you. Sanji’s not even sure he bothered waking up. Laying there satisfied after doing god knows what to you, while you’re left ghosting the ship haunted by your own heart. Did he even care? Were there ever nights you laid there equally satisfied and content in body and soul next to him? Sanji doesn’t think so, but he does think he could kill Zoro every time he finds you here alone.

Alone, the way you are tonight. The way you’d be without Sanji- who’s sure you’d stay there until you woke up in the morning, but he wouldn’t let that happen. He didn’t like the idea of how heartbroken and embarrassed you’d be waking there alone. He’d sooner you believe Zoro was the one tending to you before he let you suffer that.

“Oh, ma chérie,” he sighs, kneeling down next to your angelic body. Hair haloed around your head, lush body wrapped in a long drape of silk that’s pooled higher up the curve of your thigh, gentle breath rising and falling the sweet slopes of your breast. You are so divinely beautiful, it twists his heart just to look at you.

Tenderly, Sanji sweeps the hair off your face, letting his touch linger. “I would never do this to you,” his voice low and hushed, “you deserve so much more, mon cœur.” Slowly, he leans in and presses his lips to your brow, whispering between them, “I’d take such good care of you.”

As if his words reached you, gently you stir a little, mouth parting, “Sanji,” his name passing your lips.

Everything within him soars hearing the sound of it- in this soft, private voice. “Would you like that?” he whispers, fingers tracing featherlight against your lips, “want to be mine instead?” You whimper a little and Sanji tells himself its a yes.

Softly, his fingers trail up your jaw and down your neck before ghosting over your chest, just above the beat of your sweet heart. Beneath his fingers, your skin pebbles for him and through the thin silk he finds the peaks of your breasts budding.

Immediately, Sanji’s body stirs at seeing the way you respond to him. He’d never been so bold as to touch you this intimately before, knowing how difficult it would be for him to stop. And how difficult it would be to explain to you why he was doing it. But, by the reaction of your body, you must enjoy it- at least subconsciously. And Sanji certainly enjoyed touching you.

When the pad of his finger touches at the stiffened peak of silk- you sigh in your sleep. It’s all the confirmation he needs to do it again- tiny little movements of his fingertip at your nipple, careful not to disturb- only pleasure. Back and forth and around he swirls his finger to the sensitive bud, light pressure through the soft silk. When one has had enough, he moves to the other.

It nips at the back of his mind that he shouldn’t be doing this. But, you need it. You need someone to take care of you- to make you feel good. Zoro was clearly failing, but not Sanji- Sanji wouldn’t ever fail to give you what you need. Still, he’s careful not to wake you. He doesn’t want this pleasure diluted with guilt or shame or fear.

Heat pools at the base of Sanji’s spine and his cock is growing hard in his loose pants. A hand drops down between his legs and his eyes roll back when he paws himself, one hand covering your soft breast-

He pulls his hand off his cock. No, he tells himself. This isn’t about him, it’s about you. He can’t be greedy.

Just then, your body shifts a little and Sanji watches the way your hips wiggle and your knees part. “There, ma chérie?” there’s no response, but his hand slowly drags down your silken body. Reaching the hem of your gown, he slowly pulls it up and unveils your sex.

Sanji stares down at your naked cunt- mouth watering and eyes wide. You’re not wearing any panties and the divine mound of your Venus looks so lush and inviting his cock thrashes, begging to take it. He clamps down on his own need as he carefully- so carefully- moves down your body.

Beside your hip now, he admires the curve rested on the bench, soothing his palm over the plush and fighting his urge to grip it in his hand. Tilting forward, his face hovers over your pussy and he bends so low his breath ruffles your soft hairs. With a steadiness that only comes from years of working with his hands, he places his fingers to the lip of your sex- and gently opens the flower of your body.

It glistens slightly from his ministrations and Sanji’s cock twitches proudly knowing it’s coaxed the nectar. Breathing deeply, greedy inhales of your scent pour through him and he nearly collapses- but doesn’t dare move away. Instead, he glides his finger through you, gathering a drop of your slick- bringing it up before his face. Rolling it between thumb and forefinger, his whole body shudders to imagine how he’d feel gliding through it. Pulling it apart, it strings long and sticky and Sanji’s mouth waters more.

Unable to help himself, he slips his fingers into his mouth, whimpering as the taste blooms across his tongue. He sucks and sucks, swirls and savors until its washed down his throat with his own pooling saliva. He wants more. He needs more. Your heady scent calls to him and he can’t stop himself as he tips forward and rests his tongue on your clit.

Unmoving, he just leave it there, letting the reality of what he’s doing simmer down his spine. Eyes flitting up your sleeping figure, he finds your face beginning to flush, brows slightly furrowed and lips sweetly parted. Easily, he rolls his tongue and a quiet whimper calls to him. Another little lick- and another- and one more, your breath starts to change.

Though he wants nothing more than to feast, he needs to be careful not to wake you. This isn’t about what he wants, afterall. It’s all about you. Despite the long hours he’s spent imagining himself between your legs, this is all to fulfill your needs- not his wishes.

So he tells himself.

Saliva pools down his tongue to the point, slicking his glide. Spit hot and pouring down your slit, Sanji feels your cunt twitch with the roll of it into your hole- mixing with your arousal. Without entering, his finger swirls around your entrance, feeling the squeeze at his tip. Rubbing his face downwards, he lets his tongue feel the flutter and there’s a hot squirt in his pants when he does.

So damn good, dining from the source. He laps you into his mouth, savoring and swallowing. Lashes fluttering, he struggles to keep his eyes on your sleeping face. You taste just as good as he knew you would. Because Sanji knows what he feeds you, knows how he’s sweetened you. All so he could feel that much closer to the fantasy, but this is beyond even what his mind could conjure. And it had conjured a lot.

Did Zoro even bother to savor this? Somehow Sanji can only picture him taking you the way he takes everything else- selfishly, brutishly, without much thought or service. That’s if he ever served you at all. By the way you’re fluttering on Sanji’s tongue, he could believe that he doesn’t. Could believe that this isn’t a pleasure your body knows as intimately as it should. As intimately as Sanji would familiarize it with. But, the notion that he’s the one providing you with something no one else has- or could- feeds his fire and frays at his self control.

Hips lightly thrusting, he humps his leaking cockhead against the base of the bench as he continues licking at your pussy. Gently, his finger rubs over the nub of your clit, coaxing more for him. A moan leaves you, but you still don’t wake. With a sigh, Sanji wonders what you must be dreaming about.

He hopes its him.

Maybe if he can fill your dreams with fantasies of him, they’ll leak out into your conscious mind. Maybe you’ll begin to desire him. Maybe you’ll begin to want him- the way he wants you. Maybe you’ll let him have you, maybe you’ll become his and maybe he’ll never have to suffer sharing you with anyone else ever again- when you were always meant to be his.

Losing himself to his own mind, another sound from you pulls him back. Without realizing it, Sanji’s increased his pressure and picked up his pace. He thinks he should reel it in- to not risk waking you, but your cunt squeezes and pulls his tongue deeper. Sanji’s eyes roll back as his face rests in your pussy, a steady thump-thump-thump of his humps against the wood.

Whimpering again, your breath picks up and your body begins to wiggle. The clench around his tongue tells him exactly what’s about to happen and his eyes heat with grateful tears. Face nodding against you, he encourages you to cum for him. Finger rolling at your clit and tongue curling inside- you do.

So does he.

Groaning a little, Sanji cums in his pants as you cum around his tongue. You clench him hard and he sucks every bit of it into his mouth- not wasting a drop. The flavor of you is indescribably incredible. The tears tip from his eyes, cock still spurting- his body weeping for you.

Sanji slows his movements in time with your easing orgasm. Lapping at your sex, he licks up every bit of the mess between your legs before covering your low body in gentle kisses. Though it takes all his effort, he pulls your gown back down, smoothing it over your hips.

Moving back towards your head again, he softly pushes back your hair with sucked-clean fingers. Rosy blush still blooms on your cheeks, but your breaths are evening back out. Bending low, he puts his lips to your ear and whispers his praise, “you taste so good, ma chérie. Cum so pretty on my tongue. You like it, don’t you. Like when I touch you, like when lick you between your legs…” Sanji fills your ears with his sweet, dirty words- willing them to fill your dreams. “I’ll take care of you, princess- always. Whenever you need it, you just let your prince take good care of you.”

A sweet, sleepy sound sighs from your lips. Sanji presses his own gently against the shell of your ear, “say my name, angel. Tell me who you’re dreaming about. Tell me who makes you feel good.”

Deep from dreams, you answer him, “Sanji…” and both his heart and his cock swell hearing it. If Sanji thought he could coax another orgasm from your body without waking you- he would have. If he thought he could slip his cock inside and fuck himself into your dreams without waking you- he would have. But, he knows better. And if he doesn’t want you to wake up now, he can’t risk it.

Especially if he hopes to do it again.

Gently, he pulls you into his arms and you turn instinctively into him- like you know exactly where you truly belong. Quietly, he carries you to your tidy bed and tucks you in with one last kiss between your eyes, letting his love seep deep into your dreams. With restraint he can only muster because he knows he’ll be rewarded for his patience, he leaves you sleeping soundly and returns to his own room.

But, Sanji doesn’t sleep at all. Instead, he indulges in dreams of his own- fully awake with his hand on his cock and a scheme in his head of how to make them all come true.