#hammock feet

[footfinders]

[prgayfootluvr77]

[stil-lindigo]

my love is mine all mine

[darrinjoakley]

SummerTime

[knottybliss]

My kid’s ferret needs a new hammock and all the ones in the pet store are unsatisfactory so we (I) are making one! They picked out a quilted fabric and, because my sewing machine is illegal, I am hemming the edges with a running stitch

[cupiidzbow]

(evil) I need to be in his arms or im gonna die ( 🦍🛢️🍌) the fact he can effortlessly pull 6 people in a bone crushing hug effortlessly is so 😵‍💫 like bro what are u gonna do when u get ur hands on ME?

[daily-mao-isara]

Day 220 : Mao chilling in the office

[weherzit]

[goddessred888]

Suck them 👣

[hippie-feet]

I don't want to go home. 😝 #nelihippiefeet #hippiefeet #feet #legs #toes #barefoot #beach #hammock #bestlife #greece #beachbar https://www.instagram.com/p/CjDIgtNNPGn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[binch-i-might-be]

I have moved the lads into the big cage and they're SO confused about it

[celiaelise]

I barely slept!! 😑 And now I have an opening shift! :P (I agreed to take it though)

I think I'm gonna try and self-care by showering and getting dressed early, and maybe going out to get a proper breakfast?? I think if i do these things I can make today not awful, but I think I've really been wearing myself thin, and I need to prioritize getting good rest!!! I have been slacking on that front.

A lot of the energy I'm spending lately is on positive things, like new hobbies, but that doesn't mean I don't get tired!!

Also I kind of want to get a hammock, like. Instead of a bed. But I already have a bed! And I don't wanna get rid of it. But I really want a hammock!! And I definitely don't have space for both. Anyway this is an idea I just had.

[blackcatanna]

My cat's name is Percy but, when I call him, it sounds like PUSSY so I'm just wandering around this beautiful garden in a long, flowing white dress shouting PUSSY and it feels so right.

This is he! (actually, his full name is Lord Percy Percy so perhaps I should be addressing him as "my lord"...)

[confier-boyfriend]

If stairs aren’t made for sleeping, then why’re they so comfy?

[anthonyed]

Will I always compare every gay content I watch to Kinnporsche? Yes. The answer is yes. But I'm not sorry about it because it's like that best lasagna you ever had and every lasagna you have afterwards are just competing against that one good lasagna you know.

Or pork stomach peppercorn soup in my case but that's not the point

[paperultra]

hammock.

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader Word Count: 866 words Warnings: Kissing, slightly suggestive

“You’re blushing.”

“I am?” Sanji gazes up at you, dreamy and distracted. “I didn’t realize.”

You hum. You’re only vaguely aware of the hammock’s sway, of the blanket slipping down your shoulders as you prop yourself up and place your hands on his cheeks. Warmth soaks into your palms like sunlight, and you tilt your head, thumbs drawing over the flush on his cheekbones and tapping gently.

“Don’t say this is because of me,” you tease.

His hands reach up to cover yours. “Then I’d be lying,” he replies, turning his head to kiss your fingertips, “and I would never lie about how you make me feel.”

“Not even if you hated me?”

“The day I hate you is the day I should be tied to an anchor and fed to the sharks.”

“That’s awful.”

“I know.” His eyes search your face, and they narrow as he murmurs, “Who could ever hate someone as gorgeous as you?”

(Whoever coined the phrase “flattery will get you nowhere” has never met Sanji, you’re sure of it.)

Leaning down, you press your lips to his nose, to his forehead, to each cheek. A contented sigh brushes past your ears as you do so.

Eventually, you make your way to the source of his sweet words. You pause, and Sanji opens his eyes as you hover above his lips, just shy of meeting them with your own.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?”

“No,” you say. “Just wanted to see your pretty eyes before I kiss you senseless.”

He stills. Then he laughs, the sound blooming from deep within his chest and staining your world with gold. “Well – aren’t you a charmer,” Sanji quips, stroking your waist and pecking your cheek. His words are softer than usual. “Careful with my heart, now.”

“Don’t worry,” you say, and you kiss him fully, drinking in the way his grip on you tightens and the way his breath stalls in his throat when you speak against his mouth. “It’s in good hands, I think.”

The kiss is just as warm as his cheeks. You feel drunk as you pull away, and Sanji lifts his head to chase your lips, whispering your name with the reverence of a believer.

“You guys mind doing that somewhere other than here?”

The two of you freeze in each other’s embrace.

You jolt out of it and push yourself up, accidentally knocking the breath out of Sanji in the process. He wheezes and curls up as you lock eyes with a very unimpressed swordsman.

“Z-Zoro! We”—you scramble to unrumple your shirt, which had ridden up underneath the blanket—“I’m sorry, we – we thought everyone was going to be in the lounge for a while.”

“You thought wrong.” Zoro strides past and drops his laundry on the couch. “This isn’t your personal bedroom, Sanji.”

“I’m aware of that,” Sanji replies, annoyance dripping from every syllable. “Now would you mind just stepping out for a few more minutes?”

“Sanji, it’s fine,” you whisper, patting his chest. “The mood is kinda killed now, anyway.”

He visibly droops. “I know.”

“Good.”

“I wasn’t asking for your opinion, mosshead.”

The room fills with a completely different kind of tension as Zoro crosses his arms at Sanji’s response.

You, still trying to cover up your embarrassment, move to block Sanji’s view, pushing his bangs away from his face and attempting to smooth out his frown lines. His cheeks are still flushed, though the color is quickly fading back to normal as his attention turns back to you.

“C’mon, Zoro wants to fold his laundry. Let’s go up to the lounge and see what the others are up to.”

“Is that what you really want to do?”

“Yeah.” (It is now, anyway.)

“… All right, then,” Sanji acquiesces.

With that, you push the blanket off and clamber out of the hammock, nearly tripping and falling flat on your face in your haste to do so. Sanji follows close behind, and once he’s on his feet, you turn to Zoro and give him another quick apology before you and Sanji leave the men’s room.

“Of all the times to be interrupted,” your companion mutters as the two of you head to the lounge. He takes your hand in his and interlaces your fingers. “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s nobody’s fault. Ships don’t have a lot of privacy …” You think back to the moment Zoro spoke up and groan, burying your face in your free hand. “I’m just embarrassed he caught us like that. I didn’t even hear him come down.”

“Me neither.” Sanji lets out an irritated sigh and then looks over at you; his displeasure softens. “At the very least, I’ll take it to mean you were enjoying yourself.”

Your face heats up. “Of course,” you say quickly. “I like our alone time."

“I like it too.” He squeezes your hand and leans over to whisper into your ear. “Next time, I could be on top, so I can hide you away if anyone walks in unannounced.”

“Wh – Sanji! Don’t say it like that!”

The man grins as you smack his arm playfully, planting a kiss to your temple as penance.

“Just evening the score, sweetheart.”