Perospero delights in your voice and the sounds you make.
Be it the yelp he pulls out of you when he comes up to you in the kitchen, while you are making tea and hugs you from behind; the giggles that follow, when he kisses your cheek to great you good morning.
The adorable gags when you take more of his length than you could take in your mouth, your lips stretching obscenely around him. As his hand goes to cup your cheek and brush them away for you, he's certain you could see adoring look in his eyes if it weren't for the tears gathering in the corner of yours.
Or when between panting, your sultry voice calls him Minister as you move your hips up and down, grabbing the back of his office chair for leverage.
He mostly enjoys hearing you say his name—shortened or not— because it rolls from your mouth so sweetly, carrying the love you have for him in each syllable.
After unwrapping with skillful fingers the last bits of clothing that cover you until you're bare for him, he slides his hand from your waist to your hips, slender fingers with polished, long pointed nails digging into your flesh.
The dark purple hue his lips adorn your skin with as he kisses down your sternum begins to fade the closer he gets to your core, giving loving nips to your chest and below your navel that make you gasp.
Peros.
Careful not to hurt you with his nails—he would never dared to—he separates your folds with his fingers. Perospero doesn't consider himself a weak man, however just the sight of your mound is enough to bring him to his knees.
“Perorin, I missed you so much, my love.” His breath comes out shaky, eager to be inside you. When his tongue finally presses inside your heat, he groans, closing his eyes to heighten the otherworldly experience that is to taste you.
No candy of his will ever be as sweet as the nectar that awaits for him every day between your thighs.
Along with your moans and his usual Perorin~, the room fills with the wet sounds from his tongue continuously meeting your slick.
Peros, Peros, Peros.
Is all you can think about, lost in the pleasure he gives you, massaging your walls with the warm muscle and tasting every inch of skin while rubbing tight circles on your clit with his other hand. You look so beautiful writhing beneath him; the large appendage allowing him to look at you from above, taking in your entire form.
“Who's taking care of you, honey drop? Tell me.”
“Peros.” Looking up at him with scrunched up eyebrows and half lidded eyes, the sight makes him press his bulge on the mattress.
“No, my sweet,” he coos, lowering himself to give a hard suck to your clit, his fingers apply tighter and faster pressure and with another whimper of yours and quickened breathing comes his desired answer.
“My husband,” you gasp, your thighs increasing their shaking as he begins to rub tighter circles. When his tongue feels your familiar clench, he withdraws the hand that was opening your folds and pulls his mouth straight to your cunt, alternating between licking and sucking.
And what a treasure it is, the view of your body when your back arches. As if that wasn't enough to make his eyes roll, while you fall from the edge he has sloppily lead you to, your thighs enclose his head leaving no space between you.
Not like he would ever want to, holding both of your thighs with his free arm, Perospero helps you grind your hips against his face, lapping up all the you have to offer him.
this was my first smut so if you have any constructive criticism and you're not rude, i'm all ears c:
if you got all the way here, consider a reblog, those are really cool, y'know? 👀 and as always please don't plagiarize, copy paste and change fandom, repost, feed to AI, recommend on other social media or claim as yours.
BLESSED BE MY EYEBALLS ITS PEROS SMUT OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDDD THIS IS SO GOOD WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK @uminozerol GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE RIGHT NOW AND WITNESS THIS BEAUTY WITH ME
Perospero delights in your voice and the sounds you make.
Be it the yelp he pulls out of you when he comes up to you in the kitchen, while you are making tea and hugs you from behind; the giggles that follow, when he kisses your cheek to great you good morning.
The adorable gags when you take more of his length than you could take in your mouth, your lips stretching obscenely around him. As his hand goes to cup your cheek and brush them away for you, he's certain you could see adoring look in his eyes if it weren't for the tears gathering in the corner of yours.
Or when between panting, your sultry voice calls him Minister as you move your hips up and down, grabbing the back of his office chair for leverage.
He mostly enjoys hearing you say his name—shortened or not— because it rolls from your mouth so sweetly, carrying the love you have for him in each syllable.
After unwrapping with skillful fingers the last bits of clothing that cover you until you're bare for him, he slides his hand from your waist to your hips, slender fingers with polished, long pointed nails digging into your flesh.
The dark purple hue his lips adorn your skin with as he kisses down your sternum begins to fade the closer he gets to your core, giving loving nips to your chest and below your navel that make you gasp.
Peros.
Careful not to hurt you with his nails—he would never dared to—he separates your folds with his fingers. Perospero doesn't consider himself a weak man, however just the sight of your mound is enough to bring him to his knees.
“Perorin, I missed you so much, my love.” His breath comes out shaky, eager to be inside you. When his tongue finally presses inside your heat, he groans, closing his eyes to heighten the otherworldly experience that is to taste you.
No candy of his will ever be as sweet as the nectar that awaits for him every day between your thighs.
Along with your moans and his usual Perorin~, the room fills with the wet sounds from his tongue continuously meeting your slick.
Peros, Peros, Peros.
Is all you can think about, lost in the pleasure he gives you, massaging your walls with the warm muscle and tasting every inch of skin while rubbing tight circles on your clit with his other hand. You look so beautiful writhing beneath him; the large appendage allowing him to look at you from above, taking in your entire form.
“Who's taking care of you, honey drop? Tell me.”
“Peros.” Looking up at him with scrunched up eyebrows and half lidded eyes, the sight makes him press his bulge on the mattress.
“No, my sweet,” he coos, lowering himself to give a hard suck to your clit, his fingers apply tighter and faster pressure and with another whimper of yours and quickened breathing comes his desired answer.
“My husband,” you gasp, your thighs increasing their shaking as he begins to rub tighter circles. When his tongue feels your familiar clench, he withdraws the hand that was opening your folds and pulls his mouth straight to your cunt, alternating between licking and sucking.
And what a treasure it is, the view of your body when your back arches. As if that wasn't enough to make his eyes roll, while you fall from the edge he has sloppily lead you to, your thighs enclose his head leaving no space between you.
Not like he would ever want to, holding both of your thighs with his free arm, Perospero helps you grind your hips against his face, lapping up all the you have to offer him.
this was my first smut so if you have any constructive criticism and you're not rude, i'm all ears c:
if you got all the way here, consider a reblog, those are really cool, y'know? 👀 and as always please don't plagiarize, copy paste and change fandom, repost, feed to AI, recommend on other social media or claim as yours.
BLESSED BE MY EYEBALLS ITS PEROS SMUT OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDDD THIS IS SO GOOD WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK @uminozerol GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE RIGHT NOW AND WITNESS THIS BEAUTY WITH ME
Recently learned that the color of the vest and tie Arthur wears during the Saint Denis ferry gambling mission changes depending on if you have high or low honor (blue for high and red for low) so now i am obsessed with the idea that the prominence of the colors red and blue on certain gang member’s outfit also reflects their honor level.
Whittemore variants versus Arthur’s default outfit, which doesn’t have a scrap of red on it, however no matter what his blue shirt is always fucking dirty and stained. And remember the gang criticizes you if you have blood all over you.
Hosea wears the blue vest (sometimes brown) but he generally has his red neckerchief on, but he also owns a red and black scarf. Mostly good but a little bit of bad.
Red is prominently featured on Micah. His entire shirt is red and he’s usually wearing his jacket like he’s disguising his nature. Even the the grips on his guns have red. And when you rescue him from Strawberry he does not have his coat.
Dutch is the most interesting to me. He has the checkered red scarf which he rarely wears and the red pocket square over his heart. Only the back of his vest is red, like he’s in denial about it, or that it’s only possible to see who he is when he isn’t facing you and putting on a show. Meanwhile on guarma his vest is suddenly reversed!
EDIT: addition
When Hosea is killed he is wearing a completely different outfit with a blue vest and absolutely no red, and both Milton and Dutch are covered in red!
just thinking about luffy being the best person to sleep with. you woke up feeling cold, the sea breeze coming from a small gap on the window made the hair on your arm stand up. without thinking twice, your body dragged you out of bed and you started to make your way into the boys' room—sleepily waving at zoro on deck after he opened his eye to look at you. after walking in, you tried to not wake up any of the boys, you started to climb on your boyfriend's hammock, his body instantly giving you enough space to do so; his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin rested on top of your head, immediately giving you the warmth you needed. it was the best sleep you got in a while.
thinking about the people who vanished without a trace. The mutual who reblogged something as usual and never came back online. The friend on discord who just disappeared, and when you go to check on them their account is deleted and theres no other way to contact them
I look out of my window and hope you are okay, I wish you well and Im sorry I didn't get to say goodbye.
I hope we meet again someday but until then. Stay safe. Stay alive. Be well.
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