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anathemaspeaks · 1 day

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wildflower

character(s): gojo satoru synopsis: sometimes, not even gojo's infinity can shield him. especially when it comes to you. word count: 0.6k warning(s): none a/n: can you tell i'm obsessed with billie's new album?

gojo satoru existed in a world painted shades of blue.

but to him, you were like a sunflower dancing in the breeze, spreading sunshine wherever you go. you brought in color to his world of navy. your laughter felt like being cascaded in heavenly light, slicing right through his heart and claiming it as your own.

gojo satoru was a man of words.

he would always, always say what was on his mind - and you were no exception. he always made sure to shower you with every ounce of his love, and he had so much to give. but you never needed them, all you had to do was look into his cerulean eyes, and you knew - he didn't have to remind you.

you always know, don't you?

so of course you knew your colors weren't enough to dispel the shadows in his soul. how could they ever be, when someone before you had already claimed that canvas? how could they be, when he felt like his soul died along with the one who claimed it?

the day geto suguru died was the day gojo satoru had met his true demise.

you remember exactly how it played out, the usual playful glint in his eyes reduced to raw, agonizing grief as you held him as he wept, a pain so deep you felt it claw at your own insides. a loss so profound you felt your heart physically shatter.

you remember the deafening, heavy silence of the room you were in, punctuated only by the ragged gasps for air escaping satoru's lips as he crumpled against you, gripping onto your shirt, trembling. you were the only one who truly cared enough about him to help him - who cared enough to view him as human, not an object to use and throw.

a human who just lost his soulmate.

you understood him. he didn't just lose his best friend, he lost the other half of his soul. you didn't need words to know how he felt - the searing rage, the crushing guilt. you just held him in that way for hours, maybe even days.

so as you look into the depths of satoru's sapphire eyes, you see love in them - love for you. but oh, you know he could never love you the way he loved his true soulmate. but years have passed, and he loves you now.

you should put it all behind you, shouldn't you?

but he sees geto in the back of his mind, when it's late and he's looking at you sleeping next to him. he sees geto in the way you look at him, in the crinkle of your eyes when you smile, in the way you tilt your head when you speak to him.

and you knew you shouldn't, but you see it anyways. the way he lingers a beat too long in your embrace, desperately searching for a warmth that isn't yours.

a warmth built on a golden flame of a love that was never yours to have - a love built on ashes. it felt like burning alive, knowing you would never be the true one for him - just the one he ended up with.

did he cross a line, loving you in the shadow of another?

you heard it in his whispered promises. promises laced with a sorrow that spoke of a love story forever unfinished. you felt it in his kisses, tinged with a bittersweet longing you doubt was meant for you. he smothered you with love, but he didn't have to do that to remind you he loved you.

you know he does.

but you were his beautiful wildflower, blooming in the ruins of a garden meant for roses.

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viria-virtual · 3 days

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I am very impatient it seems, I honestly could not stop thinking about it and I just… The chokehold wouldn’t let me go until I did something.

Enjoy my shit attempt at drawing snails with bow ties.

This took me a lot longer than it should have. I wanted to do a full background with them at the desk, but desks are god awful to draw apparently.

#grian #geminitay #hermitcraft #hermit snails #minecraft snails #art is hard #they’re cute?? I think??#I tried #be kind

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hyperfocuscentre · 2 days

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Remus Lupin is..

grounding; feeling the earth with the pads of your toes, breathing in deeply and enjoying the placidity of nature within the moment because you know it’s not always so kind nor fair.

afternoon tea with a favourite classic, pages worn from use, in hand. there’s little serving stands full of food: tiny, triangular sandwiches filled with chocolate spread, tubs of strawberries coated in melted chocolate, little cakes with brown buttercream swirls, biscuits for tea dipping.

wearing two pairs fluffy socks under docs, simultaneously attempting to battle the frosty chill and prevent blisters.

steaming mugs of hot chocolate and a tower of whipped cream and marshmallows, the sweet burn against your tongue after each hesitant, impatient sip.

the gentle billowing of smoke from a lit cigarette, watching it rise up, up, up and wishing to escape with it.

the crackle of a record player after you put the stylus down.

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h-didanart · 2 days

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@achickennamedcheese made me do this

(Not really, they just encouraged me and I took it as a challenge)

What exactly am I talking about? Why the ‘putting Bloodmoon on dresses’ thing of course!

Buuut, because I cannot just draw silly stuff without overly thinking about the context and what would happen to get the drawing I make, and because I’d like to have more than just a disgruntled Bloodmoon changing outfits over and over, I decided to draw every Bloodmoon I have ever written (to date) in a skirt or dress or something. This includes the three pairs I usually draw, the two from that one shot//the one au with copies of everyone (but Sun), and the lone Bloodmoon that’s friends with Jack. (And they all have names, because of course they do)

But why are they doing this? I don’t know actually. I can see Harvest Celestial and Scythe having started it and then the other adaptations joining in, and then all of them participating. Or maybe they just want to steal Sun’s style. Or maybe they all lost a bet. Or something

Anyways! The first drawings!

Starting with… uhm, I haven’t named them yet actually (ok that’s a lie, I’m just not really ready to say their name out loud yet because it’s so stupid) for reference, they are basically my take on Bloodmoon I’s Adaptation (OG Bloodmoon AI 2, the one voiced by Reed)

Skirt is flowy, skirt go spin

Next up— I wanted to draw the miniskirt from the reference images I was given, problem was I didn’t know which Bloodmoon could wear that and not be extremely uncomfortable by it. The answer to the problem was fairly easy, Harvest’s Bloodmoon Celestial, the queen herself.

And then the character design Gods cursed me with a vision and uh… this happened

Probably should’ve made the skirt more colorful now that I think about it

And now we got a paired drawing! Two Bloodmoons that go together, Rabies and Bleed aka: my take on Bloodmoon II. This is where I stopped looking at references and just drew what I thought looked nice

Bleed isn’t particularly keen on participating, just putting in the bare minimum. Rabies is having ✨a time✨, he’s having ✨fun✨ with this (and yes, those are earrings on his hood, they don’t have ears)

And so

And because you’ve come this far, you shall get a sneak peek at one of the bigger drawings for this event//collection//dump//idea//thing

(Your turn cheese)

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elisiassideb1tch · 3 days

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I tried drawing Enid a few days ago... I'm not the biggest fan of this lol, but imma just *posts anyway*

#enid rhee #enid rhee fanart #enid rhee art #enid rhee twd #enid the walking dead #enid twd #twd enid #twd #twd fanart #the walking dead fanart #fanart #i tried #lol

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a-flappy-bat · 23 hours

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Ring ring / Dr. Darling on the hotline

#emphasis on ‘hot’ line #casper darling #dr. darling #remedy control #my art #I tried #I can’t poke at this one any longer. XD #it’s something

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deathnguts · 1 day

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Hi here’s an entry for the @bartylusmicrofic June prompt challenge

Day 1: Earn

CW: indirect misgendering (trans regulus, the misgendering is done in reference of his expectation in the family as an afab person), arranged marriage discussion, kind of objectification of women ngl (upper class families viewing their daughters as trophies to be handed out to men they like rather than, yknow, people who should have a say in who they marry)

Pure blood marriages had always been pretentious and strange. Each one made the front page of every newspaper, always accompanied by a photo of neither the groom nor the bride looking nearly as excited as the journalists writing about them. An announcement of a baby to be would come next and make even more buzz, and then a few months later the birth would take over the whole damn paper.

Barty never gave a right shit about any of it, but he had to learn to when his boyfriend and his best friend were both pure bloods growing closer and closer to being married off when they graduated.

The Rosier’s married young and had as many kids as they possibly could (Evan had five siblings, after all) but affairs and divorce ran rampant through each generation. So Evan’s only fear around his impending marriage was the children, since he had no interest in being a father. But neither did his, and he turned out fine. (Ahem.)

But the Blacks? That was an entirely different ballpark of nightmarish marionette control from the previous generations.

Proper Blacks were loyal to death to the partners they met at the alter. Proper Blacks learned to despise their partners and their children for being spawns of said partner. Proper Blacks inherited that hate like another family heirloom to be passed down. It was like the older generation enjoyed match making their children into marriages they knew would fail behind closed doors and crumble into festering hatred.

Regulus was renowned for being a proper Black, since his brother had gone and fucked it up so badly. And in just two years, he would expected to take up the biggest role that expectation had laid out for him. Being born a woman, he wasn’t even allowed to postpone the marriage to when his career was in a better place or even have a hand in choosing his partner.

Or, he wouldn’t. If this generation had been as ‘fruitful’ as the past ones had been.

This generation had only produced one boy to the Black family name, and that was the same boy that had been burned from the tapestry three years ago. Other pure blood families had had similar luck, leading there to be no pure blood boys left for Regulus to be sold off to. (Evan’s mother had seen this coming and arranged her few sons’ marriages before they could even walk.)

This had created a boom in the most boring competition in the rich, male halfblood population in politics and paper pushing to try and convince Orion Black that they or their sons were worthy of marrying his only daughter. A chance to slot their name in the most ancient and noble house of Black’s tapestry was enough to have men like that foaming at the mouth. The power, the prestige, the fame, one could say, would be the greatest prize they could imagine.

Barty didn’t give a fuck about any of that.

What he did care about was Regulus. Regulus wasn’t a trophy, he was everything. And if Barty had a chance of actually marrying him instead of having to just accept the looming threat of their relationship ending with their Hogwarts career, he was going to fucking take it.

Barty never been one to brag about how rich or politically important his father was because he’d rather wring his own neck. But he’d have to make do because he was sure being the son of the next minister would put him above every other pathetic fuck trying to sell themselves as something important and prideful enough for the house of Black to care.

Barty had already planned on scoring high on his O.W.L’s, just because he knew he could and figured it would be fun. He had planned to do so off the cuff, he wanted to see how good he could do without studying like his life depended on it like everyone else did. But now he’d be joining the masses in the library because he would be getting straight O’s. You could count on one hand how many wizards had done that, and he’d be joining the list. Orion could try to ignore him then.

And to top it off, Barty would be taking the dark mark. He knew he would anyway since he knew Regulus and Evan had to and it would piss off his dark-magic-hating father, but now it was for so much more. He knew he wasn’t pure. He knew this chance wasn’t supposed to be his. But it was his now, and he’d be as close to pure as he could to attain it fully.

The extra work would be beyond worth it when he reached the peak of his goal, when he had his ring on Regulus’ finger. He’d do it all again, and he’d do so much more. He’d kill for this chance. He would forgo his wand and tear someone apart with nothing but his hands and relish in the blood caking under his nails for this chance. A little competition didn’t mean anything, especially when it was his game in the end.

All Barty had to do was to earn it.

And earn it, he would.

#I tried #marauders au #like kind of #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #bartylus #starkiller #regulus black #the most ancient and noble house of black #orion black #regulus arcturus black #trans regulus #arranged marriage #evan rosier

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o0kawaii0o · 2 months

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4 hearts

#i tried #top view perspective isn't my muse #also drawing sebbie for the 1st time in this angle isn't helping either but hey #felt like drawing this heart event somehow!#did a CRT version too for funsies #stardew valley #sdv fanart #sdv sebastian #sdv farmer #stardew valley sebastian #o0kawaii0o

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thaltro · 2 months

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Doodle for today. I love dust guys I really love him

#dust sans #sans au #undertale au #utmv #dusttale #I tried

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httpsclarye · 8 months

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#GOOD LOKING+!

Your plan was quick and simple. You would go to the kitchen, make some tea to ease your headache, and then return to your comfy bed. You weren't expecting to come across your crew's blonde cook barechested cutting carrots.

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, swearing, pet names, big dick sanji, kitchen sex, blow job, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, sanji moaning, p in v type of sex.

Ao3: Good Looking

English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes :) Enjoy!

You are used to this. The utterly exhausted sensation after several hand-to-hand combats, so when the headache started when you finally lay down in bed, you just decided to ignore it; the sleep would catch up before it got.

Until the needed sleep never got you. So, after an hour or two of rubbing your temples and staring at the ceiling while feeling envy-induced annoyance for Nami’s peaceful breathing, you pushed yourself to stand up.

Even if the cool night air almost makes you wish you hadn't left your warm bed, you needed that green tea to stop the pounding headache in the back of your head. The kitchen lights shining through the window went undetected as your mind was busy figuring out how you could prepare the drink quickly so that the pain could cease as soon as possible.

“Oh, it’s you, darling. Is everything alright?” As you walked into the door and recognized Sanji's words, you snapped out of your thoughts and began to look over your surroundings. He was not wearing any type of shirt while he sliced carrots from behind the counter.

Barechested. Topless. Half naked.

“Y-yes, I mean, no. Just a headache.” You gaze the blonde in the eyes as you stumble through your sentences, you are merely vaguely aware that your face is beginning to turn red. “I just want that green tea; I know it's somewhere around here. I saw Nami storing it in the cabinets earlier.”

You felt foolish. You became used to seeing shirtless men given that you lived in the middle of the ocean and therefore often came across Luffy, Usopp, and even Zoro barechested. They would often walk around the deck that way on hot days. Sanji, however, always showed up in a suit or, at the very least, had a formal shirt rolled up to his elbows. Even so, there was no chance of seeing him dressed otherwise since he went to sleep after you and woke up before everyone.

“I can do it for you; it’s my job after all, taking care of my sweet girl.” He placed the knife down, threw the chopped carrots in a nearby pot, and proceeded to go through the cupboards. “Love, do you remember where she stored it? There are plenty of cabinets in this place.”

"What are you doing here?" You instantly regret your tone as you noted Sanji just froze in his search.

“I mean, sorry, the kitchen is your place, I know. I just never saw you here this hour, and me and Luffy go here to do midnight snacks sometimes”

“I could not sleep”

“Me too” Once again, an irrational remark. He was informed that you were having trouble falling asleep; that's why you were there. “Why the carrots?”

“The attack that happened today. I had hoped for more food, but I believe you are aware of how fucked our situation is.” He continued looking for the tea while chuckling flatly. “We don't know when we will receive more supplies; we right now have barely anything stocked. Even the carrot peels have been put to use in an effort to reduce waste, you know.”

You weren't sure how to respond. It was clear that everyone's mood was negatively affected by today's incident. The worry of what would happen in the next few days or weeks was filling your head since Usopp managed to escape the ship. His back was to you, so you were unable to see his facial expressions, but you couldn't help but notice his muscles.

You felt a little guilty since you couldn't take your focus away from it, despite him having just voiced some serious concern. Has he lately started working out, or has he always had muscles like that?

“Are you and Luffy close then?”

The sudden break in silence confused you as he turned toward you with the pot of tea in his hands and a pleased smile.

“I suppose so. After all, he was the one who invited me to join the crew, right?” You smirked at the thought. It wasn't much time—perhaps a few months—and you were losing track of time at sea. “I fearlessly agreed to become a pirate, although I had never spent more than two weeks on a boat.”

“I remember that. You were so naive”

Of course he remembers. When you joined the crew, it was very easy to have a conversation with Sanji; he was constantly complimenting you or flirting in a straightforward manner. You never took him seriously, hearing about the blonde's techniques from Nami from the first day, but it was often hard not to chuckle or blush when he was so…

“Not anymore.”

He grinned at you before returning his attention to the tea. It was impossible to look away from his bare chest. You were unable to rest your mind from imagining how his skin would feel on your hand now that he was in your line of sight. You are already aware that he's a good-looking man, but now seeing more of his body did things to you.

“All right, madam. Here is your tea.” He circles the counters until he's right next to you. Really close. His eyes twinkle with recklessness, and you know he caught you staring at his figure.

You ignore the tickle in your lower belly as you stand there, grab the mug in your hands, and sip while gazing at his face. He still has that typical smirk, and when you finally finish drinking your tea, he glances at your lips before returning to your eyes. Everything becomes fuzzy and hot then.

He's very close. His hand has been lying on the counter, his chest is nearly brushing your own, and you can't help but notice his modest, almost transparent blonde hair in there. Perhaps it's a sign for you to walk away, that this is going in a dangerous direction, but you can't.

“What dear? See something you lik-”

You interrupt him with a kiss; it's all very messy and quick, and he is unable to have time to handle everything. You come to an abrupt halt and stare at him with wide eyes, realizing what you have done.

“Sanji, fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t meant t-”

He didn't let you finish the apologies. His hand pulls your head back, bringing your lips together. The kiss looks right now. It begins carefully, with both sides cautious, but it quickly gets heated as he doesn't hesitate to push his tongue into your mouth.

You’re breathless when he finally pulls away, and his eyes are hungry. He didn't think twice before pressing his open mouth and tongue on your neck. A moan escapes from your lips.

His left hand shifts down to grab your hip, and you catch your breath. Your hands graze his nipples as you reach for his pecs, and he hisses at the fresh sensation in your throat.

“Gods Y/N, you’re going to kill me this way”

You chuckled, and he kissed you again, although this time you took charge, moving one of your hands to his blonde hair before tilting his head to grant you more access. You stop the action just to take a moment to recover and gaze into his dilated pupils. He looks so attractive like that that you can’t help but want to go down on him.

”Sanji,” You whisper breathlessly, enjoying the sensation of his name in your mouth, “let me taste you.”

He groans in response, which you take as encouragement as you lean down and proceed. You lick and kiss the trail that leads to his crotch, and he hisses softly, his abdomen tense beneath your hands and mouth. As you get down on your knees and look at his pants, you can see his erection, which seems big and marked.

You don't hesitate to pull down the waistband of his pants and boxers together, exposing his hard, leaking cock to your eyes. It's big. It's more than you expected. There's a buildup of cum at the head, and you reach forward and wrap your lips around it, licking gently just to tease.

You look up as you swirl your tongue over the tip and dip your tongue into the slit to see him biting his lower lips, his head thrown back. You wanted to see his face while sucking him. So you take him out of your mouth and cautiously wrap a hand around him, teasing him a little with your hand. Your movements are agonizingly slow as you lightly suck and lick the sensitive head until finally he looks down.

“Oh, darling, you’re so pretty like that.” Sanji whined above you, and then your mouth opened around the head of his cock, and he slid it into your mouth. “Fuck, fuck. So… so perfect.”

You can clearly see the blonde struggling to keep his composure, like how his knuckles are white while gripping the counter behind him. You relax your throat, take a long breath through your nose, and exhale slowly before swallowing him whole while gripping his inner thighs.

His penis is large, so the initial sensation isn't the most pleasant, but as he lets out a loud groan, you forget about everything. Something about hearing Sanji whine in the kitchen while you gagged on his cock made the aching between your legs unbearable.

"Oh yeah, Y/N. You are so good to me. Your mouth feels so good in me.”

You moaned softly at his words of praise, making vibrations around his penis, causing another moan from him. His left hand reached from the counter to your hair, and you didn't reject the help while bobbing your head up and down.

“My love, you are so perfec-“

A few tears occasionally escaped as you sucked him and he fucked your throat, sometimes only taking him out to run your tongue along his length. You started to see signs that he was close to cum. One of your hands left the thighs to rub his balls.

“I… I'm going to cum, Y/N, dear... I" He gives you a chance to pull away from him, but you choose to continue and accept it all. You remove the entire length of his throat and leave just the head in your mouth.

He comes soon after, with a muffled groan, while you attempt to swallow as much as you can before it gets difficult, followed by a satisfied moan coming from you.

You felt his hand leave your hair, and for two or three minutes, you just remained there. He has his head back and is trying to catch his breath while you are on your knees, glancing at his chest and the beads of sweat gathering on his neck. It’s a perfect vision, honestly. You ponder whether he would notice if you began to masturbate right then.

“Come on, madam, let me help you up.” Sanji extends his hand to support you in getting up, and once you are upright, he grabs hold of your waist to keep you close to him.

He kisses you, tasting himself in your mouth. It's slow, and you realize he's still trying to emerge from his afterglow. When he breaks the kiss, that smile returns to his face, and you peck him once more just to get rid of it.

Sanji deepened the kiss again. And fuck, what else could you do but reply in the same aggressive way?

You're hoisted up by the hands on your hips and thrown onto the counter. The blonde is now between your legs, breaking the kiss, only to go straight to that specific spot on your neck that you're almost certain will leave a mark in the morning.

“Oh- Sanji,” You try to speak breathlessly as he licks your collarbone and his fingers brush the hem of your t-shirt, “You don’t h-have to do that.”

It wasn't that you didn't want Sanji. Since you entered that kitchen and spotted him without a shirt, you wanted this. Yet, you took the decision to give him an opportunity to back out, be thankful for the blowjob, and never bring up the matter again. Him taking you would be very personal.

“Please, my love,” You can hear the yearning in his voice as he whispers in your ear. “I just want to make you feel good too.”

You nod, and he attacks your mouth once again while his hands pull the hem of your t-shirt, exposing your chest, and you can't stop yourself from moaning at being so bare to him.

He doesn't think twice about placing his mouth on your breasts as he rolls the hard bud between his teeth and tongue and gives the other one a gentle stroke with his other hand. He bites your nipple as your head is flung back, and all you can do is pray that no one hears your loud scream.

He takes his mouth from your breasts and begins a trail down your stomach, and you can't stop whining due to the lack of warm sensation from his tongue in your niples, but you quickly figure out where he's headed as he lowers himself between your thighs.

He doesn't ask for permission as he aggressively rips off your shorts and, along with them, your underwear, revealing your pussy to him. He pulled your hips closer and dragged a finger down your folds, then placed it inside his mouth.

"Oh, you're so soaking wet, just for me, hm?" You are so stunned by the sight that you hardly pay attention to what the blonde is saying. “You taste so good, my darling.”

You stand on your elbows and glance at the man who is standing in between your legs. You can't help but gasp at the taunting as he starts giving you small small bites and kisses along your inner thighs. But you want him now.

“Oh Sanji, stop teasing for fuc-“

He didn't wait for you to finish the curse word before burying his face, pushing his tongue against your wet pussy, and licking a long, temptingly slow strip through your folds until he reached your sensitive bud.

In an attempt to create more friction, you thrust your hips into his mouth, and your left hand immediately settled on his blonde hair. Sanji found the ideal pattern to swirl his tongue over your clitoral region, leaving you panting for air.

He pushed two fingers deep within you, and you felt your walls clenching around them, sucking him in. His pace was fast, and he was still paying careful attention to your clit, leaving you close to the edge. You were a mess, and it wouldn't take long for you to cum. Yet you still needed him; you wanted more.

You sucked in a sharp breath and tried to block out the inappropriate sounds echoing through the kitchen.

“Sanji, p-please more”

"Use your words, my angel." You could see the glistening fluids from your pussy plastered on his chin when he pushed his head off of your thighs. “What do you want?”

“Fuck me, oh g-gods. I need you inside me." At your words, he groaned and took both of his fingers out to direct his cock at your entrance.

It wasn't difficult for him to enter since you were so soaked. At the feeling of it, you both simultaneously moaned. You felt completely filled; he just stood there for a while, waiting for you to get used to the size, until you signaled for him to start moving. It began off slow, but soon he started out moving his hips at a faster pace to satisfy both of you.

"You're perfect,” he moaned in two thrusts, and you had to put your hand over your mouth. “Look at you, taking my cock so well, oh darling.”

The hands on your hips let go and grabbed you under your right thigh, opening your legs and hitting you more deeply and faster. You thought you were seeing stars when he hit an exact spot inside your pussy that made you shout.

“Cum for me, my love. I know you want”

It didn't take long for your orgasm to hit you after that, your eyes rolled back and you let out a whine sound as you felt your walls squeeze his dick. He moaned along with you at the feeling and a few more thrusts and he came inside you.

Sanji's head fell directly to your shoulder, and you instinctively placed your palm in his blond locks. While the fluid was slowly dripping out of you, he continued to remain deep inside and breathe loudly.

He raised his head only to smile recklessly while glancing into your mouth. “So, do you still have a headache?”

Your hand reached out to push him, but you were helpless to suppress the giggles that came. He drew away from inside you but was still between your knees as he chuckled proudly.

“Do you think anyone heard?”

“I'm not sure, maybe when you let out that screa-" You slapped him on the shoulder to cut him off while embarrassed because of the probability. “Ok, ok my darling, next time we’ll find a more private place.”

“Next time, huh?

Sanji stood still with an anxious smile on his face; it was almost hilarious how someone so confident in themselves would respond in that manner. You wrapped his neck with both of your arms and gave him a quick kiss to reassure him that everything was fine.

"You should come to the kitchen more often, preferably alone.”

"And you should go shirtless more often too.”

"Only for you, my love.”

You gave him another kiss before leaving the counter, getting ready to go, and returning to the bedroom. Even though the night seemed to be becoming lighter, you were aware that there were still a few hours until sunrise. It was evident that there would be plenty of issues to address when you awoke, but for the time being, you were content, even though you were a little exhausted from the activities. As sleep came, all you could think of was Sanji and his smile.

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