#if they don't fuck they can go on thinking they're normal people!!!!why waste this opportunity!!!

[textualviolence]

screenshotting this tag because i’m not trying to start a fight but. with all due respect i could not disagree more

[queer-reader-07]

i think, at the end of the day, i will always choose to find the joy in media. i will always choose to read what i think i'll enjoy regardless of what is currently popular. i'll read 8 books by the same author in a row because i like their vibe and i don't care if that's considered odd. i'll always want to talk about why i love a story. why this book or that show or a movie means the world to me. i'll always jump at the opportunity to give people media recommendations because i want to share the stories i love with other people.

yes there's heartbreak in much of the media i consume. yes i have cried and sobbed and felt because of books and movies and shows. but there is always a thread of joy stitching me together. that thread of joy and hope and joyful hope that i cannot ever manage to let go of. even when i feel like the world is burning around me and i'm worried that my loved ones won't come home alive, even when i'm worried that my friends and i will be made illegal by a government that despises us. there is still joy and hope within me.

i will still find that joy and hope in the shows i watch and the books i read.

i will still read mason deaver's books and lose my ever living mind over the queer love stories and the trans joy. i will still watch the new doctor who special and be amazed at the displays of radical self love and the power of platonic love. i will still pick apart and analyze books like babel by rf kuang and dune by frank herbert because i find it to be genuinely fun. i will still post my silly book reviews and my good omens shitposts and my metas that are barely analysis compared to some people on here (truly i love you all meta analysts the work you put in is amazing)

because why would i choose to find the negatives in everything i consume? why would i choose to engage in bad faith with others? why would i make myself upset when i can choose to find joy?

people act like happiness should be inherent, that it should just be and if it's not? then something's wrong with you. and maybe they're right, but maybe it's also ok to make the conscious choice of happiness. maybe it's better to choose happiness when anger isn't the only option.

my brain is fucked up and i don't think it will ever be "normal." i find it far to easy to fall into pits of nihilism and despair and cynicism. and if there is one thing that keeps me going it is my ability to find hope, and with that hope find pockets of joy in the world.

media helps me find those joys. i actively search for and consume media i believe i will enjoy. i actively search for the things i like in media. because it is such a waste of my time to read and watch things i don't like. it is such a waste of my time to engage in bad faith with media.

yeah. i think, at the end of the day, i will always find the joys i can in media.

[saltypiss]

Really think how stupid ya gotta be in politics to look at the wide array of people in this country and go "One person can umbrella all these individuals and their perspectives"

That's republicans for ya, and the fact they keep losing is rather obvious. It's not because of RvW, unfortunately, it's not because of democratic action, however little, it's solely because one party decided to shrink to one person.

That's it. Why vote republican, if not solely for Dump? Seriously there isn't much left with him pulling the border bill while not even in office. Dems got a boost because there's more than the one guy and people can't ideologically vote for R's when it means more Dump. It's also why people don't want to vote for Biden after he came out as Pro-Genocide whole-heartedly as loudly as he possibly could.

Recognize MTG is in fact in office. It's not about anything but Dump. He successfully made politics all about him, you'll get votes associating with him, not republicans, and yet here we are, where He IS the republican party, not cruz, not desantis, not whoever and no one else, they're supporting characters, like a secretary. The only reason Biden is relevant is because he's memed with Dump, far more than he was with Obama.

It's simply a popularity contest, and Dump's out of new seasons until he's in jail. Then the spin offs will happen. Otherwise, everyone else is a politician, Dump still remains a Party. And presently, he ain't winning ever again.

Which is why I say, let's make a third party NOW before republicans get their footing again. Once Dump is gone and R's decide to move on, R's will be back in literally no time at all. It takes ONE fuck up by a democrat president for R's to make a come-back, and you can't deny that, most people won't allow criticism of Dear Leader from either party.

Whether the cages at the border that are still there, the bolstering of police, or being pro-genocide for economic points, there are a LOT of people who aren't voting because neither candidate is remotely good for them. To me, R's speed up our decline, D's just slow it down, and we're past Covid, at worst periods of time in history, and we're just supposed to accept this is the new, still declining, normal?

Vote third party. Most of you aren't gonna vote anyways, so vote third party. A Vast, amount of issues are fixed by pushing R's out, and third party to take second place FAR EASIER than any other period of time before or after.

This election matters alot. In that, if we don't get a third party, we're back to sliding backwards slowly again with this as the new normal until R's come back to speed it up.

We can grow as a country, Biden is Not the future, but a Helpful Stop-Gap as he himself said he was when he ran for Interim President and once again pulled back on that promise. With his genocidal ass running, we're safe from Dump, he has both party's support from R's jumping ship this election but not others. The blue wave is not anything but a trend that can be killed by apathy and time. Time Dems waste substantially.

Use him. Use his safety from R's to make a third fuckin party. Because I Guarantee You This: After Biden, shit gets back to normal, after Dump, R's come back and we're right back where we started with Obama transitioning to Dump. Just this time, it'll be someone dumber than Biden, against someone smarter than Dump. We can't let that happen.

I'm not trying to syphon votes from Genociden Biden, but for those that have lost all hope, trust, or confidence, throw that last sticky note into the wind, vote third party. This is it. There will never be another opportunity for third party to happen again. Even if it fails, if there's enough steam, we can make it eventually. If we put everything into Biden, we're accepting the old norm nobody was happy with, except it's worse and gonna get worse. At least with a third party, we complicate the downward spiral enough for Hope to sometimes uncover. I say it's worth it. If you know someone who's not voting for Biden but hate's Dump, tell em to vote third party AND WHY. Motivate them. Keep people voting.

Voting only doesn't work when it's between 2 bad parties. If you believe that, vote third party. If you don't, convince non-voters to vote third party.

[snowdeong]

I really wish I knew how to stfu but this midzy infighting pisses me off so much lmao I need to rant about it

The thing that really grinds my gears is that people act as if two things can't be true at once. It's true that Ryujin can be the most popular member and have shit promotion from div 2. It's true that you can like either Yeji or Chaer's dancing more or less while it being true that they're both amazing and worthy of the main dancer position. Why tf are we acting as if this is such a complex thing to fucking understand? It's always "oh this person must be an A solo stan or B akgae for saying this" and then BHS get mad or satangs or ot5s or everyone gets mad and it becomes this weird hogpog of shady tweets to defend your fave meanwhile the girls are best friends and would literally be so embarrassed to hear their fans are acting like stupid fucking babies about shit that we should be united on.

We should want better promo for every single girl. When one girl gets an opportunity we should celebrate it. It doesn't have to become oppression olympics or make us horny to discredit all the work these girls do to get these opportunities wtf? If someone is complaining about shit promo let them complain cause it's fucking true lmao div2 ain't shit and we have seen that they ain't shit time and time again. If people are praising someone let them praise them wtf? If someone has a schedule then let's work as a fanbase to promote it not start shit about who promotes best and who's a solo stan or whatever stupid shit it's just wasting time and being unnecessarily negative when we could be focusing our energy on supporting our girlies who REALLY need it because their company is actively fucking sabotaging them at every turn omigod.

That's not even to say don't get angry at bullshit cause ofc you're going to get angry when people refuse to see where you're coming from and tell you you're not allowed to complain because of this or praise someone cause of that. Like I've complained a lot about the weird shit people say about Yeji whenever something good happens for her and how so called midzys seem allergic to at the very least not speaking badly on her achievements. Idk if I've talked about it on here but I really fucking hate when people act as if Ryujin being popular is a good reason why she shouldn't be promoted even though she's in a fucking entertainment company whose job is literally to promote her tf. I also hate that Yuna barely gets schedules despite being a genuine it girl, I hate when people boil Chaer down to just being that funny member that spaces out and it pisses me off so fucking much when people speak on Lia and refuse to acknowledge how talented she is. BUT I think there's ways to address these kinds of things without being inflammatory and causing goddamn civil wars every two days?? Fr it's getting to the point where midzy twt is just "Okay which group of stans is fighting who today?" can't we just be normal fucking adults with a single ounce of maturity 😭

Just let Satangs complain when they feel like they need to and let BHS be happy without having to fight of swarms of weirdos with a hate boner for Yeji omg. I mostly focused on ryeji cause those are my biases but this applies to all the issues that other sub stan groups have in relation to their fave girls? If we all just coexist then we won't have to fight because no one will feel like the only way to prove their point is to be a shady dumbass.

And all this when they don't even have solos now imagine when they get solos 😒😒😒 meanwhile the girls are literally out here calling each other family don't you feel a LITTLE ashamed for being a goblin person on the internet for "the sake of your fave" while attacking their friends like GROW UP. Kpop is not so serious that we need to start saying awful shit about people to defend other people

[bikiniprnstation]

𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐭𝐞.

roronoa zoro x f!reader. nsfw. modern au, bimbo bully!reader, humiliation, mean!zoro, oral sex, degradation, rough/hate sex, stupid plot, spit kink, dacryphilia.

11.380 words.

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"Isn't he that guy, Zori?", you hear one of your friends saying, and you follow her gaze.

He's sitting down with his weird friends, roughly eating his lunch, with no manners. You roll your eyes and let a smirk show on your lips. He's such a troglodyte, talking without finishing biting his food, walking around with a shirt all wet from sweating the whole day. Gross, guys like him are fucking disgusting and you have the right ti tell him he is being ridiculous.

Zoro it's his actual name and he doesn't seem to give a fuck about your mean words. He even answers you sometimes, asking if you're too bored with your main affair to keep away from him. It never stops to be funny, though, so you're disturbing him every opportunity you have.

Standing up, you walk towards his table, already feeling lots of eyes on you. They like when you're mean to that insignificant man and the attention you receive is worth it—quite funny to think Zoro looks like a man who could hit and speak to you mercilessly, but he barely does. His eyes don't hide his anger for you, as yours don't hide your disgust when you finally are in front of him and his idiot friends.

"Didn't your parents give you a class of manners when you were a child?", you mock, pointing your finger. "I mean, why are you so dumb?"

Like ever, Zoro doesn't give a fuck. He looks at you like he's bored with the sight of your body. You're the girl seniors and juniors would pay real good money for having a word with and he ignores you as if you are a piece of bubblegum glued on his shoes.

The feeling is the worst. Used to have all eyes on you, men trying to hide how they're rock hard around you, women praising and asking about your beauty routine, it's hard to admit you're not getting his attention. So you keep annoying the poor guy. Maybe one day he finds out you're more than what he deserves.

"Oh. You have no parents to take care of you, I suppose?", you try again, seeing him starting again to eat his lunch. He drinks his juice with stupid sounds, he eats with his mouth open and doesn't care about your face. He acts like you're just an annoying insect and that's all.

You sit on his table, legs in front of his food. This time he looks at you even more angry, both of his hands closed in tight fists. You smile, watching his reactions.

"Are you going to hit me, Zoro?", you joke. If he says a word or a move that confirms it, you can fuck him badly, maybe even causing him to be arrested? It would be interesting.

However he just stares at your bare thighs, put into a mini skirt, and stands up. Standing still, he's taller than you, and his silhouette is a little bit intimidating. But you just keep smiling, waiting for his answer.

“Tell me”, you press.

He ignores you once more, walking and leaving the refectory as your colleagues keep whispering and laughing—at you or at him, you prefer to be oblivious. You don’t waste a minute and follow him to the hall, your tennis hitting the floor with extra strength. Fucking idiot. Why doesn’t he just answer you? It wasn’t even a difficult question.

The way he closed his hands almost made you tremble. His eyes were shining with a feeling that you couldn’t really understand. Like if he could hit you right there and make you behave like a damn normal girl, not just a bully bitch. Hm, you think. Maybe he is thinking he can tame you if he ignores you.

But you’re a dumb, needy and spoiled girl. You need attention, you need people talking about even if it is to call you a stupid hoe or wishing you go to hell. And, since Zoro is the one who didn’t care at all about all your features, he’s going to pay the price.

Already paying, you conclude. Having a girl like you around is a big torment and you’re not giving up until the day the activity of being a bitch for him gets old.

Probably before the end year—will he miss the crumbles of attention you give him?

When you finally get to where he is, you regret instantly. Sitting down next to an empty room, the one famous for being a fuck place, he seems to be quiet and relaxed, drinking his water. When he hears you, he gives that bored gaze.

“Your hideout isn’t very original. Or efficient”, you point to the room’s door, smirking. “I can even bet there’s a couple fucking behind you. Isn’t that one who has cum of every man around?”

Zoro sighs.

“Leave me alone”, you hear him murmuring impatiently.

You pop your tongue, putting your hands on your waist. With a raised eyebrow and a malicious smile, you probably look better than any other girl would be if doing the same.

“Otherwise… What are you going to do?”, you ask, faking an innocent tone.

“Whatever I want to do with you”, Zoro responds, this time he’s the one smiling. But it doesn’t reach his eyes and you take a step backwards.

“You know if you try to rape me or anything I’d have you on jail on a single day, don’t you?”, you keep talking, threatening. You’re not really afraid he’s thinking of doing it, so your words have the single intention to scare him.

You’re powerful and trusted. If you say Roronoa Zoro, that weird guy, was trying to fuck you against your will, he’s fucked up forever. No scholarship, no playing on the football team, no fucking stepping into this place.

You just need to wait for him to say a suspect word and he’s done.

Instead of being afraid, he laughs.

“Why would I even want to rape you? If I wanted to you’d be crawling on my feet and asking for head pats and I wouldn’t even need to ask for it”.

You clench your jaw, pissed off. Motherfucker. Dirtbag. Gross man. Rude piece of shit. He has no manners and a very good way to step on your ego, painfully hitting what is the worst for you. And it isn’t about the rape thing he said—fuck it, anyway. But you’d never do a thing this idiot wants.

Opening your mouth to speak, you start and soon he interrupts you.

“I bet you’d beg for it. Don’t you think so?”

He stands up, tall over you, his strong body being intimidating as fuck, right now.

“But you’re too stupid for me. I don’t need a—”

“I’d never beg you a thing. Not even a drop of water if I was thirsty”, you say. Your voice is shaky, higher at every word you say, sounding like a brat child. You feel your tongue especially dry and you gulp after interrupting him.

You wanted to sound as annoyed as he always seems to be around you. However, who do you want to lie to? Who’s going to buy all your bullshit if your friends aren’t around? You’re weak, the stereotypical figure of a bully and bimbo girl.

Rich, stupid, cocky and fake.

Gross just the way Zoro eats, maybe?

And, despite all of your friends pretending to be blind—as you do with them—, Zoro sees the dirt under your makeup and expensive clothes. He doesn’t like it at all and you might admit, one day, that he is right to hate you.

“Enter”, he suddenly says. The classroom’s door is open, the darkness inside only letting you see the silhouette of a few desks. It’s a gross room, smells like mold and if any of your classmates sees you inside it, you’re over.

It’s a promise you made to yourself—never ever enter this room, especially with a man.

Somehow, you stupid brain yet decide to follow him into the darkness. And before you can step back and go away, maybe skip the last classes of the day, the door is locked and the damn key is inside his pants’ pocket.

Like you already knew, the classroom smells bad. Since is an useless one, it only has a few broken desks and, when you turn the trembling lamp on, it has an old shirt on the floor, condom packages—it gives you an instantly stomach ache—and Zoro, sitting on the floor. Gross, again.

You can count him as dirt, can’t you?

“Sit”, he suggests, looking at you with that neutral ridiculous face.

“No. Give me the key and let me go”, you yell, tapping your foot on the carpet. “I don’t want to stay here with you, dirtbag. This room smells like shit and it’s your entire fault”.

Zoro’s face is now contorted in confusion. You ask what the fuck it is, playing with the doorknob.

“You followed me because you wanted to”, he points to the door.

“You coerced me to do it”, you protest. “I want to go away, I have classes in ten minutes”.

“In ten minutes you can go”.

You don’t mind answering this time. Fucking troglodyte. You turn the lights off again, hating how the day is annoyingly hot and this room has no AC or a fan. You keep staring at the door, breathing loud and heavy. You’re sure he can listen to your low angry words, calling him names and telling him to fuck off, but he never says a thing about it.

Zoro is ignoring you again and shit hurts. You turn back to throw on him more mean words, but, even without nothing but a little light coming from the shutters, you see him very well and your heart races as your face gets hot.

Your whole body gets hot, to be honest.

Zoro just took his shirt off for no fucking reason. Maybe because it’s hot, he’s a man and he is sure you only look at him with hate. As it should be, if he wasn’t a fucking hot man.

Fuck him. Fuck him a million times, you curse. But your mind is evil—maybe you want to fuck him a million times just with the sight of his muscled torso.

Motherfucking pervert. He did it on purpose, didn’t he? For you to see his arms and forearms, soft skin with visible high veins on them. That chest—hell, it must be his favorite part to work out—is insanely hot. And it only gets better. Before you even notice or allow your eyes to, you’re staring at his abs and, of course, the V-line he must be proud of.

You want to touch him. So badly, you want to touch his six packs and chest and find where that V-line ends. You don’t care Zoro is probably sweating and not smelling very good, you want to trace his body with your fingertips and put the memory into a special place in your mind.

If he asked to, you’d even feel it under your mouth.

But you’d never say it out loud.

“Why did you take your shirt off? It isn’t arousing or anything, if you want to show off”, you look away, lifting your chin. Liar, you know you’re acting like one.

“Take a look closer, stupid, maybe you’ll find out that I don’t care what you think of me”, he teases you, mocking voice making you even more pissed off. His eyes are closed, like he’s about to take a nap.

It would be good if it happened. If he sleeps, you can stare at his fucking godly hot body without any shame. You can even approach and touch him slightly, he doesn’t seem to have a sensitive skin or to be ticklish.

“I’m good here. If I come close I’m probably dying with your bad smell”, you say and give up on standing still, squatting in a place it seems to be less dirty, watching the walls and door with a painfully wish to look to the right and see his body. Damn. Arts homework from at least five years ago isn’t as interesting as Zoro.

Just the way you thought, Zoro falls asleep. He is a low snorer, his mouth stays open as he naps—gross—but doesn’t seem to be disturbed by small noises you do from time to time, complaining about how the time seems to be stopped.

The clock says you’ve been there for only four minutes and you doubt he is letting you go when it turns ten minutes.

After a couple minutes, you feel brave—curious, aroused too—enough to approach him. Zoro doesn’t seem to notice when you pass your fingertips on his flexed biceps, so you keep touching him until you’re feeling his chest muscles under your skin. And, god, how could you know the simple act of seeing and slightly touching a man could be that arousing?

And he frankly smells good. Not like an expensive perfume, but a little bit of sweat and a cologne. It fits him very well, and you almost desire to lay your head on his chest and feel it better.

You can feel you panties wet as it never is when you’re around him. What a shame, you think, disgusted of your own traitor body. Shit. You keep your moves and soon you’re there, staring at his hips bone highlighted by the V-line. You’d always been weak for this part of men and Zoro’s abs is especially better than anyone else’s.

You can’t help but press a little harder. You want to use your nails and leave your mark on his skin, but it’s too risky. Suddenly you remember that the key you want is around, and your hand goes down, dangerously touching his pants’ fabric until you can put your fingers into the pocket.

You feel observed, but when you stare at his face he looks as calm as before you approach, so you continue to look for the key. When you finally get it, fingers wrap around your wrist. Your legs shake and a shiver goes down your spine when you look up to see Zoro’s fucking cocky smirk.

“I said I’d give it to you when the time is over”, he chuckles. “Take it and go away. I don’t want to look at your face”.

His words are rude. With your legs shaking so hard you take a few seconds to recover, you walk away from the famous room. At least he doesn’t seem to know you were touching his skin with wonder.

Zoro would make fun of you with this, wouldn’t he?

Once it's Saturday again, you feel better about what happened days ago. Zoro keeps ghosting your deepest thoughts, but you can push it away easily. To end this problem at once, today you're hanging out with your friends, at a fancy restaurant known for having pretty waiters. You'd even think about letting any of the guys have your phone to a fuck date. Zoro doesn't mean a thing for you and you can do whatever you prefer.

Thinking about it, you leave the bathtub, wrapping yourself around the fluffy towel. You rapidly put your lingerie on, a comfortable set in a lacy pink fabric, admiring yourself on the full length mirror. Your body looks very pretty decorated with the lingerie set, and you wonder if you were the one who took the shirt off, Zoro would admire you as you do. Damn it. You shouldn't be thinking about him. You sigh and go dress up, the short skirt and a cute cropped with thin fabric. Tennis is your first choice, but you replace them with comfortable sandals.

Once you like what you see, you do your makeup. While you draw with the eyeliner around your eyes, you think of yourself crying and having a blurred make up as you get fucked dumb. Obviously, he's the first you think of. He'd laugh at your tears, probably, stupid like he is. Thinking too much, you do your eyes makeup heavier than usual. You complete with a bimbo-girl-red lipstick, catch your purse and go downstairs, where your parents are waiting for you—mom and dad gladly will take you to the restaurant, so you can drink alcohol without worrying about driving back home.

When you reach the entrance of your big house, the motherfucker man that keeps inside your brain is casually talking with your parents. Waiting a minute to show up, you listen to what they're talking about. Bullshit like car sports and how his car seems to be a loved one. Probably Zoro has an old vintage car, large enough to fuck—

Damn it. Don't think about it. You enter the room and your parents greet you.

"We didn't know your friend would come over to pick you up, darling", your mom says, lovely, catching her own purse and holding onto your father's arm. "He said you're going together, so we are going now, daughter"

"Hey, but I didn't—", you start, but Zoro approaches and uses his thumb to clean a fake dirt from your cheeks. You fluster, but push his hand away.

"Be quiet", he commands. Dumbly, you obey and watch your parents leaving the room and soon the house. Then you're alone with a hell of a person Zoro is.

It can't be worse.

"I'm calling someone if you don't leave me at the place I need to be", you warn him, angrily staring at his eyes.

"Calm down e show me your room, dumb Barbie", he chuckles, going to the stairs without being invited. Doesn't he have good manners? God.

"Hey!", you yell, but he doesn't turn back. Instead, he keeps going upstairs, until he's on the last step, looking down with a cocky smirk.

"The more you refuse to follow me, the more you're late to your date. Would your friends like to know you're late because of me?"

You jump to the stairs when he starts to follow towards your room—there's no doubt he already understands what's your room, since the open door has a childhood age tag with your name. And it's baby pink. The whole decoration. You feel embarrassed when Zoro reaches your room and looks around with a mocking expression. When you stay by his side, he looks at you with the same joking eyes.

"Do you take the stuffies off when you're having sex?", he asks.

You hit his biceps with your shoulder, but he doesn't move any centimeter. You walk to your bed and put the medium white teddy bear under your pillows, hiding him.

"Don't fucking ask me things like this, you pervert", you answer. "Get out of here, I need to go".

Zoro ignores. You start to think he's with you just to be a pain in the ass, moving your stuff on your desk, turning lights on and off like a kid. When he sits on your bed, you turn around and discover the door is closed—locked—and there's no sign of your keys.

That bullshit again?

He lazily take his fucking shirt off as you keep staring at him, about to scream for him to give the keys. But once again you're hypnotized with the sight of his sculptural body. This time, you don't need to get closer to smell his natural scent mixed with a strong perfume.

"Wear that shit, Zoro", you say loudly. "I don't want to see you half naked. You're gross". Gross, but the thought of approaching and touching him further sounds attractive. You sigh.

"You seemed to like it the other day", he teases, lying down on your bed, watching the LED lights turning pink, then blue, then pink again. He looks at you. "You even touched. Remember?"

You sure do. Remember as it happened a few minutes ago, his warm skin under your fingertips, his heavy and calm breath, the way you touched his V-line and thought about what comes next. It made your legs weak and your cunt fucking wet, never stopping even after using fingers and damn toys to forget about it. It wasn't enough, though. He's the one you want to have, his fingers are what you want to feel buried into your core.

Instead of admitting it, you look away.

"I didn't touch you. I was looking for the key", you babble, dumbly. Fucking liar, not even you believe in your words. "Give me my key, I won't ask again"

Zoro shakes his head in a negative answer. He has his phone on his hand and points to it. You get your own, about to call your friends. Maybe they can pick you up.

Zoro seems to approve of what you're doing. You sit on your bed as well, far away from the annoying man, and wait for your friend to answer.

When she does, somehow he is conscious about it and comes closer, pulling your phone and putting it on speaker mode. He's right behind you, chest almost touching your back. You feel your mind dizzy and nervous when he whispers: "Answer. Tell her you're staying with me tonight".

You deny, "Wait a minute, sis", and put the call on mute.

"If you do what I say, I'll let you touch me again, but the way you truly want", his words are almost tender if it wasn't for the way his finger is on your neck and collarbone.

"Fuck off", you reply and go back to the call.

"You're not coming?", your friend asks. "We're just waiting for you"

Instead of properly asking for help, you freeze. Zoro's fingers are on your bare waist, slowly tracing your sensitive skin.

"I…", you start. But Zoro picks the phone out of your hand before you finish.

"She's busy sucking my dick, girl. You can hang out later", and the call is over before you can deny it.

For god's sake. Don't let them recognize who said that shit on the phone. Don't let you think too much about how it was hot and interesting, making your panties soak. Don't let you thirst like this, eager for the moment you finally will get to touch his cock.

"Don't touch me", you push his hand away before he starts to finger under your cropped. You look at him, angry. "What the fuck is your problem? I'm going today, you idiot".

He frowns, probably thinking of you as a stupid girl. He always looks at you like this, yet you're not used to how low it makes you feel. "Let's bet on something. If you want to go, just spread your legs and let me see you're neither wet nor thinking of me", Zoro suggests. "If you prove that to me, I will give you the key."

You raise an eyebrow, instantly pressing your thighs together. No. You're not going to do it. Never.

"No way, piece of dirt", you answer. "You're the one dreaming about me. Let me see you're not hard and you give me it."

"It what? My dick?" You roll your eyes. "Just show me already", you ask.

You have no intention to show how shamely wet you are, but it would be funny to check on him. Maybe even giving more material for your imagination to work on your fantasies. You can't deny you want to see what's under his pants, after the V-line. And he has no shame to show you, finding it almost cute when you look away, then look again at his pants.

"See? I'm cool. You're the one aroused", he smirks.

He's not lying. You can see him super chill, not even bothered by the thought of you giving him a blowjob. Or by touching your skin the way you did—and felt turned on. He's normal, his mind doesn't betray him like yours. He probably doesn't even feel attracted to you.

You lost the unsaid bet, so Zoro keeps hiding the key. This time you can't see its silhouette on his pocket. Or even worse, he might have put this into his underwear, like a grossing man. The thought gets you making a grimace.

"What's wrong?", he asks. He doesn't care, though you answer that it is nothing. "Feel free to prove to me I'm wrong to think you're wet just because you're next to me", he jokes, blinking an eye.

"Shut up, pervert", you say, your hand slapping his face.

He pulls your wrist far from his face before you repeat it. He comes closer, the tip of his nose almost touching yours. His eyes are burning and you wonder if it's the day he's going to hit you back. But he smirks, pressing his fingers onto your wrist.

"Didn't your parents give you a class of manners when you were a child?", Zoro says exactly the same words you did days ago. Staring at your mouth he continues. "I mean, why do you talk like a dumb bitch?"

You can bet he's going to kiss you. His lips are so, so close, and you wait for the moment they reach yours. You don't feel like answering, just waiting. He's going to kiss you, isn't he?

Zoro is pleased with your needy expression. It's enough—now he knows you're just playing dumb and acting like you don't want, don't need him. So he frees your wrist.

"You're going to pay for it, soon, Barbie", his tone is as serious as ever. Your skin burns where he touched. "I'm not your toy for you to hit me like this."

"You're just a ridiculous man. I don't care about you", you mumble, less braver than before, looking down, where his abs are. You can't let yourself be fucked up because of a piece of hot body with no brain added. Zoro keeps watching you silently. His eyes analyze each move you make, every breath you take, every twitch of your shaky body. He probably knows his threat did nothing but left you even more wet, your panties starting to be annoyingly soaked. You need to take it off. But you can't imagine the humiliation it would be to take it off and Zoro gets the proof you're aching for him. Dreaming of him.

Damn it.

You're lost. You want him to leave so you can find the hot waiters, but you also want him to stay and make you pay for the slap on your face. Maybe he's going to hit your ass a few times? You're not the kinkier, but you can handle this.

Yes, you can and could even ask for it. His hands are fucking pretty, heavy and strong. Probably look great holding your waist as he thrusts into you with the other hand stroking your clit.

In your dreams, he'd even let you cum.

Speaking of hand, it's on your waist again.

"I can hear your filthy thoughts from right here, dumb Barbie", Zoro calls you that stupid nickname once more. "If you tell me all of them and ask like a good bitch, I can do what you dream".

Can he?, you wonder. You're too weak, ready to fall into his trap, admitting you want him bad. God. Don't give in, don't give in, don't give in.

"Seeing you like a lost puppy is quite funny, you know?", his fingers go to your cropped top fabric, slowly rubbing your hard nipples over it. You push his hand, yet you want him to continue. "I think of how many ways I can break you down", his voice is just a whisper in your ear, closer than ever. "But I'd put you back together again if you deserve."You leave the bed, walking fast until you’re not close to him anymore. In front of the mirror, you feel pity about all your pretty outfit and makeup. You look good today, ready for getting some dick and now you’re stuck with this thing.

“Fuck off, troglodyte”, you murmur, showing the middle finger behind you. “You annoy me. I was so good today, ready for finding a man that can actually treat me right and you don’t let me go. Are you in love with me or something?”

Zoro goes to where you are, laughing at your words. You notice that, again, your voice is sounding quite bad and high, and self consciousness makes you embarrassed. You feel like hitting him again, or maybe kicking him in his balls? He deserves it, anyway. The man keeps silent until the moment he is behind you, just a few centimeters separating the two of you. He stares at you in the mirror, devilishly approaching his hands from your waist again. The part of exposed skin you have is hot under his touch, his cold fingers being awfully perfect to touch you.

You want more. But if you keep thinking things like this, you will not be able to hide how wet, aroused you are. How much you want him—a flaw of yours: your eyes are like an open book. It would take him just a few seconds to understand what the meanings of your desperate gazes are.

When his chest touches your back, you feel like pressing your legs and ass onto his body. It doesn’t matter if he's not hard or something. You just want to feel something and relieve the secret you keep between your legs. Squeezing thighs is not enough anymore, you need something else.

Maybe he is thinking of using his fingers to touch you down there.

You close your eyes, not wanting to see him anymore. Zoro has his unusual green hair, lazy eyes and a mouth that talks shit too much for you to think it’s good to feel it. His torso is completely hot, his hands are something more than other hands you’ve felt. His fingers are calloused, hard and thick. They might feel good inside you. No, they wouldn’t. You can’t think otherwise.

“Look at the mirror, dumb girl”, you hear him saying. Rude words, calling you names you don’t like to hear. Then why does it feel good when it comes from his smooth and low voice? Why do you want to hear even the worst names? You open your eyes and see yourself, Zoro behind you and that motherfucking hand going to your neck. You gulp a second before he wraps his fingers around it—why didn’t you stop him?

“Do you want me to touch you?”, he asks.

You shake your head in a negative answer, face contorting.

“I don’t, dirtbag”, you roll your eyes.

His fingers press your skin a little more, and your breath becomes heavy and fast. He seems to like the way your chest is up and down because of it, shamelessly staring at your cropped top. But soon he looks at your eyes again.

“Watch your own eyes and tell me you’re not lying. Can you?”

It’s not a simple question. Can you? He’s commanding and controlling the fuck you should say. He already saw the lust and desire in your eyes; you’re lost anyway. If you tell him the truth things could even be easier. Although you prefer to fake it.

“I… No, I don’t want you”, you say. Fuck. Shaky voice doesn’t help you to lie.

He smirks.

“Oh. Your parents didn’t tell you how ugly it is for pretty girls to lie in such a way?”

"I am no—", you try to defend yourself, but Zoro speaks first.

"If you get on your knees right now and apologize", his hands go to your chest, then your waist, and he stops to hold your hips. You can't help but shake your hips side to side, not sure if to make him stop touching you or to feel his body behind you. He strokes the skirt's fabric slowly and you find yourself almost crying for a few more touches. "You can have the honor of having that stupid mouth of yours full of my dick. Isn't it a great idea?"

His eyes are fucking filled with evil. His smirk is fucking hot, but scary as well. You see in the mirror when he pulls your skirt up and finger your thighs until he's so damn close to your soaked panties. No, no, no. He can't touch you there. Zoro can't find out more proves that he makes you stupid and thinking of fucking dumb while you hug your pillow.

Because, of course, if you ever fuck him, you're not going to see his face, his cocky smirk. He's so gross. His fingers come closer and when he accidentally—you think—hits your clit, you tense your body, hearing your own voice. It's not you, though. You'd never moan with such a small touch.

The confirmation that Zoro heard it as well is his hands on your shoulder again, rapidly. "Get on your knees", he whispers. You deny doing as he said, yet your legs tremble to kneel. It takes your whole strength to resist the temptation.

But then he murmurs again. "I'm not telling again. I'll leave you alone and you'll never get the fuck you want", and you fall on your knees, embarrassed to watch your own gaze through the mirror. The girl's eyes are pitiful, like you're the worst person in the world.

You betrayed yourself, after all.

Although, it feels great when you look up and find Zoro's eyes satisfied. He seems to be about to tell you are a good girl. Because you are, aren't you? You did what he said, you deserve praise. You deserve a deep kiss, fingers pushing your panties to the side and fucking you, your legs around his face as he eats you out. You're so good. You need to receive it.

Zoro doesn't agree, though. He turns around and sits on your bed once more, spreading his legs as he looks at you with a gaze that makes you feel small, insignificant like a fly.

Dumbly, you don't stand up when he tells you to come closer. You feel your face all hot as you approach, your pride being stepped every second. It tastes bitter like humiliation and you suddenly feel afraid that Zoro is going to make your taste your own poison.

No, you're sure he's doing it. He's already started.

Zoro pats your head when you're in front of him, between his legs, leaning your arms on your thighs. With one hand caressing your hair and forehead, the other goes to your cheeks. He smirks before doing the same you did to him—probably a weaker smack than you gave him, but hurts as hell because of how much you like it. For god's sake.

You open your mouth. That must be a hoe's instinct, to be in front of a man and be ready to suck him off until he says he's bored with your mouth. Zoro likes to see your face when you notice it and press your lips together, biting them, rolling eyes to the top and sighing like you're not feeling good. But both of you know you're in your natural position. He's ready to break you and you're ready to give him what he needs to do it.

"Did you forget about the main part? Apologize", you listen to his low voice.

You deny it. No way. You can't say you're sorry for being annoying and an idiot. Because you're not. You love feeling superior when you talk to Zoro at school and you don't regret a word.

Instead of telling you this, you play his game. Just for today, you promise.

"I'm sorry, Zoro. Didn't mean to be so bad to you", you say. Your voice is not pitiful enough, your eyes are lazy and not even a single tear.

Bad liar.

You watch Zoro analyzing your face as he strokes your nape, sometimes even pulling your hair. He hums, maybe thinking of ways to make you pay for your lies?

"You didn't, uh?", he finally says. "But I meant to be mean", he's shameless to say it, thumb rubbing your lips. "Suck", he commands.

Zoro pushes his finger into your mouth. You pretend to accept it, curling your tongue around, but soon you bite mercilessly. It must have hurted, yet he doesn't wave and continues to press your tongue under his thumb, staring at you with funny eyes.

"Are you angry?", Zoro asks. You don't get the chance to say, because he puts two different fingers inside your mouth, pushing them in and out. You feel your lips full of your own saliva, it drooling to your chin.

You hate how it feels good. His fingers are long and you think of him doing the same moves inside your cunt. You sit on your legs to press your thighs together and relieve the pressure, but he pulls you up by your hair.

"I know you're desperate for having a cock inside you, dumb girl. It's all you can think about now, isn't it? But I didn't say you can move", Zoro pushes his fingers once more until it's touching your throat. You almost choke and your eyes fill up with tears.

"Good."

His hands leave your body. Zoro isn't touching any part of you anymore and you miss it. You keep looking at the man's fingers, previously inside your mouth, as he strokes himself over the fabric of his pants. Take it off, you think. Please, take it off and have a small dick that turns me off. It could be your salvation, see that he's nothing really interesting and you're not losing a shit by kicking him out of your room.

Thanks to your faithful thoughts, he unzips his pants and pushes them down, underwear staying teasingly. . Thanks to them once more, you’re wrong even before the time he will decide to finally take the underwear off. His V-line is even more highlighted and you can see the fucking happy trail disappearing down there. You want to touch it so bad. Please, please, please. Let me touch you. You want to feel how hard he is because of you, you want to feel him under your fingers, inside your mouth, inside your core. You want him. So fucking much.

Zoro laughs at your pleading eyes and you shake your head, lifting your chin up.

“What is it about?”, you ask, as if you are completely sick at the sight of his cock. “Don’t even ask me to touch this, colleague, I’m not getting my hands dirty.”

Again, he chuckles. Using his hand to tease himself, slowly stroking where you can see a darker part on the fabric, he replies.

“Are you afraid to like it?”

“No”, isn’t a lie. You’re not afraid to like it because you already know if he had told you to suck him off like a slut you’d do in a second. And you’d like to choke around his length, you’d like to feel him deep in your throat and you’d beg for more if he pushes you away.

Zoro continues to rub his tip over the underwear, and even with the smallest moves you can see he's every second harder than before. Is it because you're looking at it almost drooling, licking your lips without even noticing? Or is it because he's a sadist man who said he's going to break you and you seem to love the idea?

You look at the clock on your bedroom's wall. It's almost eight when Zoro says he's waiting. You raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean, stupid pervert?"

He doesn't bother answering you, taking his time to press his cock harder and sigh. You feel your core aching, your hands eager for touching him when he starts to push his underwear down, enough for you to see his tip leaking. You want to lick it. You don't mind that he probably has a shitty diet and it must taste bitter on your tongue.

Embarrassed and angry about it, you swallow your pride, leaning your face forward. Zoro has all of his attention on you, looking down. He must have a power kink, all arrogant as you start to talk.

"Can I…?", you babble.

"Can I…?", he repeats. "Say it. I'll give it to you"

"Really?", you innocently ask.

Zoro wants to fucking rail you right there. Put you on his lap and let you ride him as you please. If you weren't such a bitch he'd even let you.

"Yes", he encourages. "Go on"

"Can I touch you?” Zoro strokes your cheek with the thumb he had on his cock. You enjoy how it feels—soft, tender, almost lovely. More, you need more. You can't deny it anymore.

"You can do better, little slut", he sounds soft as his touch, like he's a good boyfriend. The two last words make you almost happy. Isn't a praise, but it felt like.

"Zoro, I want to touch you", you try again. This time he chuckles.

"Is it the best you can do? Why are you so, so dumb? Put that brain to work, or it froze because you want to suck me that much?” You feel his hand on your face again, a slap sounding. You sigh and pout, once more pleasured about how it felt.

"Sorry, I'm sorry", you sound stupid. "I am not dumb, I just need to touch you, please, please."

You're good at it, you understand it the moment the man in front of you bites his lip and stares at your mouth, good. At least now he's feeling like you.

Probably much better than you, to be honest, because he's the one in charge.

"Not bad", his hand goes to your hair and nape. Carelessly he pulls you closer, until your nose is touching the fabric that covers his length. You reach out to touch his abs the way you wanted previously, nails scratching his skin and leaving pinkish prints of you. You kiss his hips bones, putting your hands on his thighs.

God. His skin tastes like heaven—you wonder how you are going to stay sane when you have his cock around your lips.

He seems to like things rough and hard. Maybe he's going to fuck your mouth mercilessly, causing you to choke and drool as you try to keep talking him well.

For god's sake, again. You were so convinced you were not going to give in that the consciousness makes you almost shy. Kneeled between his legs, ready to give the weirdo of your school a damn blowjob.

When you reach his tip with your lips, you're almost crying to keep it slow and hard as he deserves. A torture scene is in your mind, although you can't help but do the way he seems to want.

Hot, messy and straight to the main.

Your tongue curls around his cock as you free it from the tight underwear. He hums, keeping eyes on your silhouette as you keep licking every bare centimeter, wondering how much you can take.

You look at him with big eyes and he smirks, evil as the beginning of this whole situation.

"You're so bad at it. I thought you were at least useable, a good fuck hole", he's so mean, hard against your lips and saying you're awful. Like you, he’s just a proud liar.

Yet, you need to prove to Zoro you're good to give him pleasure. You're good enough to be his slut. You need him to praise and say he needs to feel your mouth once more. You need to hear him moaning and stroking your ego.

So, keeping in mind the wish to have him as insane as you are, you finally have your mouth full. At least the tip of of cock, all around your lips. You use your hand to caress his length you don’t have inside your mouth yet, moving up and down as you push your head to receive more of him.

When you slowly let his dick touch your throat, Zoro is over. You can see, looking up, his parted lips, squeezed eyes. He can’t say he’s not enjoying the way your tongue does so good, the way you press his cock with your lips and every damn time you go down on it, you bring it further, almost completely inside you. But suddenly he feels you’re taking too long to start things the way he wants to feel—rough, fast and merciless.

You gasp when he puts his hand on your hair, grabbing a fist full of it, making a sound. You try to stay calm, but tears start to drop off your eyes as he pushes your head down, until you’re fighting for air.

“You’re a fast learner. It’s kind of arousing when you do that face, stupid mouth used for a good thing”, Zoro murmurs, moving your head the way you want. You struggle to make it fit every time he forces his cock until the end, but you’re proud of yourself. You can be crying, but you also received good words. “I prefer you like this. Quiet and sucking me off like you live for that.”

It is good, isn’t it?

You keep your moves as fast as he was doing when he takes his hand off your hair. You want to be a good girl and bring him to the edge of pleasure—it is good to feel your makeup being ruined, your hair all messy, your chin wet with your saliva mixed with his precum. It’s tasty to have his cock inside your mouth, even more when he tries to keep his small moans for him.

You want to feel it more than just today and it fucking sucks.

His cock throbs against your mouth when you take it off to stare at him, brave eyes, burning with the pleasure and power you felt with his sounds. Zoro keeps his eyes on you as well, nodding his head like he’s understanding what the hell you are doing.

“Starting with the bad behavior, hm?”, he inquiries.

“Oh”, as you talk, smirking, you use your hand to keep stroking his dick up and down, thumb rubbing the tip every thrust you give him. He feels his breath ridiculously heavy, as if he’s a young boy finding out the beauty of a girl’s mouth. “I’m not. I just felt like I needed to remind you I don’t follow rules.”

“Uh?”, Zoro pushes your hand away from his length, stroking it himself. “I think you were the one begging a few minutes ago, am I wrong?”

You ignore his words. He’s right but nobody but you needs to know you accepted this too. Standing up, his gaze is on you, and you like the way you feel when you notice Zoro is the one looking up. Not you, this time. You place both of your hands on his chest, pushing him until he’s falling onto the fluffy mattress of your bed.

He let you do it, though. You’re not strong enough to push him yourself.

You put your leg on his, watching his face becoming suddenly curious. What are you planning to do now, full of attitude?

"I think you should keep that mouth shut. Any ideas?", you mock, putting your other leg until you have your whole body on his lap.

Zoro doesn't bother answering you, so you continue, a single finger tracing his godly abs, seeing his skin shiver.

"Shall I sit on your face?", you babble innocently, pulling your skirt up just to show more of your thighs. He follows your moves, interested.

"You can try", he answers. His tone has a challenging note, but you bet he would let you.

If you get where you need to be, of course.

Zoro pulls you onto his chest rapidly. You feel your inner thighs against his hard cock, and you come closer to rub your aching cunt as Zoro kisses you deep.

It's breathtaking the way you feel his lips for the first time. There's no rush, just a sensual and deep pace that could make you cum after a couple minutes. His mouth is amazing, delicious, hot, probably the best kiss you had this year.

God. If he's this dedicated to eat out his girl as he is to leave you breathy and dizzy with just his lips, you're going to fucking give in and let him do whatever he feels like.

His hand goes to your hips, over the fabric of your skirt, while he starts to kiss your neck, finding it funny and kind of hot the way you hum every time he licks your skin after the kiss. Helping you to move side to side on his cock, he uses the chance to smack your ass.

And it hurts even with the fabric to protect you. God. You cry against his lips, murmuring his name. And he does it again, this time after pulling the skirt up, just to listen to your voice moaning his name once more.

"Didn't you say you're—", he wants to tease you, but you don't let him do it. You rub yourself against his cock again, and use your hand to pull his own until it's touching your inner thighs.

His fingers go to your covered cunt immediately, stroking it, feeling the lace. It's so wet he could bet that if he took longer to touch you there, it would be draining to your legs. "I did know you were wet, Barbie, but this?"

You timidly let a moan out as your clit is slowly rubbed. You press your chest against his, your nipples onto his skin getting hard and almost painful. Zoro seems to enjoy the way you're getting off against his hands and chest, smirking every damn second.

Too confident.

"Why are you here yet? Weren't you going to ride my face?"

Has such a good memory even with you ready to push his cock into you.

"If you don't do it right now, I guess I'm doing the way I prefer".

Strong motherfucker. Piece of shit. Troglodyte. You try to go further and put your thighs around his face, but he's holding you tight. And, in a second, he's turning you around, now being on top, kissing you.

Good strategist.

"Keep quiet like a good slut", he warns you against your lips. You shake your head, not agreeing, but he answers. "Good. Such a obedient dumb girl".

His hand pushes your cropped top up, showing him your bare tits. His thumbs go to your nipples as he squeezes your chest, making your heart miss a beat. He's strong and sure knows how to make you want more of a touch that you usually don't care a lot about.

It doesn't last, though. His fingers are replaced by his mouth after giving you a last kiss, and you feel how possessive he is onto your breasts, shamelessly leaving marks and bruises. You moan low every time he uses a little bit more of strength to suck and bite your skin.

It's his fuel. He's eager for hearing more.

His tongue goes further, reaching your waist, then your skirt. You see his face disappear between your legs, soon feeling his breath on your panties.

"Pink, uh?", Zoro likes what he sees. Pink lace, all wet and so easy to tear apart.

That's what he wants to do, so he does. You just hear your pretty panties being ripped.

"Hey!", you yell. "I just bought it, idiot", you protest, but there's nothing else to do about it. Pink panty is over. "Answer something", you continue when he doesn't say a word, doing god knows what under your skirt.

"You're annoying", Zoro says before stuffing your ripped panties inside your mouth, heaven knows how, without even looking at you. "But I bet you taste good."

Without a warning, his tongue is on your wet cunt. He doesn't move it, though, just letting you suffer a little, your muffled moans sounding like good music to him. Did you just say please?

"I can't hear you, are you saying something?"

You try to curse him, but it just sounds like a kid's murmur. He keeps talking close to your core, his nose tip touching your clit a few times.

"Hmm? I don't know what to do if you don't ask me properly", he keeps teasing. It's so good to see you struggling to have him tongue fucking you, but he's speaking the truth.

He doesn't know what you want. He also knows your arms are free, you could take the panties of the second you want.

You must be liking the torture.

"Do you want me to do what?", Zoro murmurs this time against your thigh's skin. You pull your hips towards him, trying to feel more, but he's holding you tight once more. When his tongue finally touches your wetness, you stop protesting to make him listen to your whimpers. "Oh. I'm good at reading you, I guess?"

You tell him to shut his mouth already, but he either doesn't listen or just doesn't care.

Zoro is interested in hearing you crying and moaning under his, that's all. No need to keep using your tongue for being annoying.

He doesn't do like you did to him, sucking his cock with passion and no teasing. Instead, he's, as usual, as mean as he can be, taking his time to carefully taste your juices, every lick causing a lewd eating sound that you'd complain if it wasn't so good.

You squeeze your eyes and open your mouth when Zoro finally presses his tongue against your throbbing clit. He kisses it with care and patience, then goes back to your cunt, pressing into it as you do what he wants to see—or feel.

Your hands are on his head, pressing it against you. Greedy girl, you are. Having what you want yet asking for more? However this time he doesn't stop—he accepts your silent wish and lick all your wetness, sometimes his teeth hitting your clit. Not on purpose, but maybe he's doing it again. The sound you made was so adorable that made his cock even harder, grinding against the mattress.

The way you curl your body under him is insanely dirty. Pushing the rest of your skirt up, Zoro stares at your pleasured expression, closed eyes, frowning, parted lips, delicious tongue out. He can't help but wonder how'd you look with his dick buried into your pussy.

A goddess maybe?

You open your eyes and see him down on you, eating you out like it's his last meal. His skilled tongue fucks you while his fingers are printed on your inner thighs, keeping your shaking legs spread for him.

Then he decides it is a good time to put his fingertips to massage your cunt, feeling again how wet you are. Zoro would never forget the memory of your face contorted when he does it, the way you grab his short hair and push your hips closer. "More, you say?", he wants to know, teasing you, threatening to insert his fingers into you.

"Mhm…"

"How many do you want?", Zoro continues. Using his tongue to rub your clit, he watches you as you lose your focus, just quiet and rolling your hips. He stops and smacks your thighs. "I made a question, brainless Barbie"

You only pay attention to the way he calls you. Barbie is such a mocking name, but you like the way it sounds on his voice, his lips curling in a smirk that makes you want to fuck him then call him he's the worst man ever. You nod, telling yes to whatever he asked.

Zoro thinks it's better if he eats you out with two fingers rubbing your g spot inside your core.

And, for god's sake, you fucking agree.

His tongue is all over you, making a mess, as his fingers are curled inside your cunt. He doesn't move them in and out, just constantly hits the tips of them on your sensitive walls. You don't think anymore—head empty, just want to come.

He'd let you cum?

As if he read your thoughts—feeling your cunt stretching against his fingers, your moans extremely loud and lewd—, he slows down his moves.

You protest, about to take the panties off your mouth and beg for him to give what you need. But then he starts over again, as intense as he was before.

"I'll let you cum now", Zoro mumbles against your clit. It almost hurts—so, so good—and you cry his name. He's satisfied with it, making a sound like he ate something very good. "Because you're a tasty hoe. But next time you will need to beg a little more".

Good. Tasty isn't a word you're frequently called, but it feels good to hear it.

"Now cum for me just the way you're going to do around my dick, right?", his words are a command for you. When he places his mouth on your cunt again, inserting his tongue inside you as he continues to stroke your clit in circles, you're done.

Dizzy, breathless, all your body shaking and shivering as he keeps you in your place. As Zoro thought, you really look gorgeous with a face contorted in pleasure, calling his name like a slut. He could cum with the sight of your smudged makeup, tears down your face and the goddamn lipstick almost intact.

Girl's got a really durable lipstick brand, he thinks. Or maybe he needs to be less kind with you while you're giving him head.

You are the one reaching your climax, but Zoro definitely is enjoying a little more, still thrusting his fingers in and out of you just to overstimulate you as you keep fighting to finally breathe normally.

When he notices you're better, he leans over you once more, takes his fingers out of you and sucks them, a locked gaze on your grimace.

"That's gross", you say, after he takes his panties off your mouth. "You don't need to show me this, pervert"

Zoro laughs, mocking.

"Gross? It's your fucking cream and it tastes really good, want to try?", he approaches, kissing you. You don't protest, but feel weird when you feel your own taste on his tongue.

God. That's so filthy and gross, but also hot as fuck?

What the hell does that man do to you?

Zoro grabs your waist and puts his legs between yours, hips against yours as he rubs his cock on your belly. He also feels the need to have you, but much like the other moments of the night, he's not giving you this easy, despite how he wants to.

You seem to be forgetting that in the end you're just another dumb rich girl that craves for dick every second. A hot and probably his favorite one, but still.

"Zoro, please, stop teasing", you whine in his ear, finding nothing but cruel the way he strokes his tip on your skin, pretending to be pumping into you.

He knows how much you're eager, so is he, but the desperate gaze you give him is nothing he can have with any other girl.

None of your friends would ever submit to his words like you do.

"I know you can think properly now. I'm not even fucking you, come on", Zoro mocks. "I'm even being gentle with you. If you want something, beg for it."

You pout, making the unfailing pity face. Zoro kisses it, squeezing his hand onto your ass as the other goes down, easily rubbing your sensitive spot. He loves the way you shake your hips, wanting more, and your belly makes him receive a pleasure wave. You’re good at doing things like this, letting him go crazy for you.

Zoro totally hates you, but he loves the way your body fits so well next to his own.

He’s your alt. ver. Ken, maybe?

He listens to your voice calling his name.

“He—”, you’re about to cry out, but it turns into a moan when his fingers enter you. “I want… to fuck. Please, Zoro, don’t let me like this”, you whisper, not really content. He should be the one asking you this.

After an orgasm, you’re back with your evil ego—just to be broken again, because Zoro has no fucking patience to deal with this over again. You put your fingers around his cock, tenderly stroking as he kisses you. No need to hear your voice, now.

Zoro stops kissing you to put one hand on your collarbone, close to your neck, possessively. Yet he doesn’t press, you feel the threat ghosting all over you. He has darker eyes, full of lust and a devilish desire to make you cry—this time, for real—while you moan for him.

“Tell me, Barbie, how do you want me to fuck you?”, he asks.

You look away, pouting and frowning. Zoro laughs with your angry face.

“Doggy style”, is the obvious answer. Neither him watching your face, nor you seeing his arrogant smile. He can grab your waist hard and fuck you dumb without seeing your makeup getting even messier. Yes. That’d be good.

Zoro kisses your jawline until his mouth is close to your ear.

“You’re so predictable, bimbo girls, like you, don't have any creativity?”, he murmurs. You feel your face hot, biting your lip and closing your eyes. Idiot, he’s just as idiot as he was yesterday and the days before it. He holds your neck carefully. “It must be nice to see your ass on me, I can’t deny. But you’re not getting what you want.”

“What do I want?”, you babble.

“You are going to see my face the whole time. I didn't want to see yours either, but you might make a face that looks good with my cock inside you."

"Fuck you", you're weak, but still protesting. "I don't care if I see your gross face. Just want to do things my way."

"Yes. I'm believing you, for sure", he rolls his eyes. "You should stop lying a little bit. It's getting a part of you."

"None of your business, troglodyte", you murmur back. On a whim, you look at him and spit on his face, faking an innocent smile. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mea—"

"You did want", Zoro says, catching your saliva from his cheek with a finger. His other hand leaves your body, but you don't know what he is doing until you feel the cock of his tip aligned with your aching cunt. God. Zoro slides his dirty finger on your nose, as you do a grimace. Gross, but could be worse: at least it's not his spit.

At the same time, he pushes his length into you—your mouth turns into an 'o', and Zoro smiles satisfied. He has just a little bit of his cock into you and you're already quiet and tamed. And, god, he fits so well inside you, like you're made for each other.

Bullshit, obviously, however it still being a fucking good sensation.

You wrap your legs around his waist, eager to feel more. His girth hurts a little, good thing you're so, so wet, feeling him sliding every inch into your cunt.

You can't help but look for more, lifting your hips, kissing him so you don't see his face, just feel his divine lips against yours as he tenderlessly finishes pushing.

His moves stop. Zoro is quiet as you are, just enjoying the feeling of his cock inside your walls, taking him so well. You complain and try to move on your own, but he doesn't let you. His eyes are on yours, and you feel almost intimidated when he frowns and seems to analyze what he's feeling.

"You have a good pussy, Barbie", he pulls his cock out of you then inserts it again, harder than before. You sob. "I think the next time I feel bored I'm coming here for you to cockwarm me."

You just nod, breathing deep. His fingers are pressing your thigh and hip as he tries to keep sane. He needs to wait for your permission—to break you and then put them together again—, but he's not asking this time.

But you can't think of it now. His pace is painfully slow, thrusts that burn your cunt, but you want more, harder, faster. You want him to put your legs on his shoulders and go deeper, the maximum he can until you're sobbing and whimpering as it's all you can think about.

God, how you want this.

You lift your legs, a silent message of how do you prefer to fuck—it makes your face hot, it means you're not fighting anymore, you're not avoiding to show how much you're liking his slow thrusts into you. You're giving him the permission to do how he prefers, since it's good for you too.

"Yes", you murmur, when he puts his legs on his shoulders. You moan loudly, and pull his head onto yours to kiss him to muffle your sounds. "Please, please, please…"

You can't keep that attitude when he's deep into you, stroking your clit with one finger, he's even letting you hear his drown moans and sighs. Both Zoro and you sweat and it's not gross anymore—just one more piece of this whole sensual puzzle you're creating. When his forehead is against yours, you feel good.

Fuck him. You'd be in love in a month or two if he keeps looking at you like you're a damn goddess. He's watching you crying with his dick buried into you, probably ugly than ever, but he's finding you gorgeous. You can see it in his eyes and that's a great reward. So you repeat.

"Please, Zoro. I want you to break me", are the magic words—you're done now.

Zoro has neither the patience nor the control to be gentle anymore. He pulls out just to push himself into your core harder, groaning as you cry his name repeatedly. Gosh, it's so good.

You take him so well, he's enough to make you drown in pleasure, he's enough to make you mind dizzy, only thinking about Zoro's cock. Maybe you're a dumb bitch after all, brain too busy with him to care about whatever is going on outside your bubble.

His pace isn't gentle, your eyes aren't full of happiness, you're not love makers, but this feels awfully ethereal. It doesn't matter that you hate him and he hates you too—you're made for it, for fucking hot and dumb like this.

When you feel tears falling off your eyes, Zoro seems to like it too. He's extremely silent as you sob because of the stimulation of his tip on your g spot, his finger rubbing your clit. Zoro likes the way you touch him too, nails on his muscled back every time his thrusts reach your deep.

It's so fucking normal and hateless that you almost laugh. You're being friendly with Zoro. You, the Barbie like girl, fucking the troglodyte as he's your cute boyfriend.

You feel it coming too fast—no time for sharing your conclusion, no time to warn him you're coming. Zoro feels your walls squeezing his length, and a smirk shows on his lips.

"Coming without permission, Barbie?", he mocks, while you cry under him, overstimulated. He slaps your ass once, then keeps watching your reactions. You feel truly good. "I'm close too, uh? Can I try something?"

You nod, wordless. You can't think. Just continue what you're doing, please, Zoro. Mind is empty, you don't need to know what he's about to do. So, when you feel his fingers around your neck, slowly pressing until you're almost breathless, you just enjoy it.

Zoro doesn't last too long after seeing your desperate gaze at him, such as your satisfied smirk. Horny slut, he calls you inside his mind. You're so good—it takes a few more thrusts then he's pulling out of you, to cum on your thighs.

You look great all white with him, on his mind. You agree, but none of you say a word about it. There's no need. You fall asleep and when you wake up, you're clean and he's by your side.

You smile. Not so bad.

[elektroyu]

I'm not sure if I should post this on my art blog, but since it's impacting my art too I figure why not. I'll be very honest here and it's not something beautiful, so if you don't like to read about such things rn please go somewhere else and find something that suits your needs better. :) To keep you from accidentally continue reading have this picture of pretty dew-topped grasses in the morning that I took a couple years ago:

I love grass, it's so elegant and just <3

So the thing is. The absence of a close friend for me is... crippling. I'm feeling so fucking lonely that it's really not fun anymore. Not being able to share art things (in the broadest sense) or even dog training (agility in particular) with someone close is just about killing me emotionally. I'm a typical textbook introvert who doesn't need tons and tons of friends and I have a hard time committing to people in the first place, but the only people who I can talk about these things is my family, meaning my dad and my sister(s), but that's not really sharing anything. They let me talk and even give opinions or try to help if I'm struggling, but they're not involved in these things themselves. My coworkers like to see my art and are impressed with it, they will share pet stories on a superficial level, but their interest doesn't even remotely reach where mine does. I love my family and coworkers and I honestly appreciate what they DO give me, but it's just not the same as a proper same-interest friendship. Especially a close one. I had one for many, many years (and others before that), it was a truly special connection that's probably just a once-in-a-lifetime occurence. Very gradually it fell apart over time and I trusted a little bit too much that it would last forever. I'm not saying I didn't do anything wrong there, mind you, nor am I blaming anyone for addressing their own needs first and foremost, as that's simply the right thing to do. It was more along the lines of people change and sometimes their needs and expectations change too. That's perfectly normal and that wasn't the first time I've experienced this. But like I said, I didn't see the possibility of this particular friendship ever ending. To me, this thing was eternal, and in a way it still is, even though there's no possibility it could ever come back now. It did end. And that devastated me more than I can express. It ripped my entire heart out and left me bleeding. I still can't quite deal with it even after 5-6 years, although it's gotten slightly better in the last few years. This particular experience changed me in a not at all good way. It made me even more of a hermit. I'm even more afraid to reach out and commit to other people, even though I'm sometimes nearly losing my mind from being lonely. I'm constantly doubting myself to not be enough, to not care enough, to not be good enough to even deserve the friendship of another human being. I'm always, always afraid to disappoint again. I'm seriously, honestly doubting if I even should have a friend, if I'm even able to give them something back. Maybe I'm way too selfish to have a friend. Maybe I don't even really want a friend, even though I obviously do.

Almost worse for me is that the topic of 'friendship' developed into a giant trigger for me. I'm feeling perfectly fine one moment until by chance I stumble upon someone fleetingly mention some human connection on their blog or in some ffxiv tutorial or something and I instantly feel just hollow and unwanted. Instantly feel the absence of someone who can live in that giant void in my heart. It hurts so much. Usually I'm good in my everyday life, but this little thing is becoming more and more of a problem for me, and it doesn't exactly help art things either, as it warps and/ or hinders my ability to think about things properly. My therapist said I should just keep trying to find irl friends, which I'm kinda doing and kinda not doing. That bit of advice was kind of not very helpful, I feel ^^; even though I admire and respect my therapist a lot (not getting sessions anymore, though, I went there for social anxiety and got a LOT out of it, but with friends there's always at least 2 parties involved, right, not just one).

I'm a firm believer that friendships happen and develop on their own, even if there's hardships along the way. I have no interest to beg anyone to be my friend just because I want one. I'm convinced in time I'll meet someone who's feeling as drawn to me as I am to them again and something grows naturally. Or maybe I'm just greedy and it won't happen again, then that's that and I'll have to settle for looser connections. Maybe in the next life. Until I know which one it is I'm going to fight on by myself (life is too precious to waste, after all, if I'm damned to do life alone then I'll rather do it alone than waste all those opportunities to do and experience all this amazing stuff that's going on), love my pets and be loved by them (are humans even able to love so unconditionally?) and talk to you lovely guys on the internet. And believe me, you mean a lot to me and I'm beyond thrilled about every single one who talks to me ;) <3 you know who you are.

So there it is, the thing that plagues me (art me/ dog training me/ personal me) and has no easy fix. I'm putting it out there into the internets, which maybe will be one step towards me learning to deal with it, or heal from it, or live with it at least. It would be nice to process it to a degree that I can either use it for something productive or so that it at least doesn't hinder me anymore. There's no question there's going to be a major scar from it and I don't mind that, but it would be nice if it was only a scar and not such an easily opened wound that hurts like hell and still feels fresh after such a long time.

[baddrunkcharm]

Camp Camp Season 2 Starter Sentences

WAKE UP AND SMELL THE KOOL-AID!

But... that's not right. ___ doesn't love ANYTHING!

Aw ___, you always manage to give me the best gifts... even from jail.

Man, how are we gonna run our underground craps ring without dice?

Really? You couldn't just be a science nerd? What, were you not getting bullied enough?

God this place sucks at naming things.

Anyone else want a twenty-sided ass kicking?

It will continue to be tomorrow's pudding.

The only thing you classless simpletons understand are mean-spirited sarcasm and snide remarks!

Why is everything always for the fate of ___? We just played frisbee for the fate of the camp!

I can't fucking believe you, you stupid moron! Suck a dick!

Ooooh. I've never seen the jaws of life in action.

Well, I think I speak for everyone when I say we all saw this coming.

What a load of hooey!

Is a gun technology?

What? I'm afraid you're going to have to speak up. It's too dark in here!

Yes, murder is normally wrong but I happen to have the perfect spot at my summer home for these two.

Do not speak for my interests.

I have given you nothing to revere. I will betray you all when the opportunity arises.

If the Kardashians have taught me anything, I think we can make a tv show out of it.

I'm going to take these two inside, away from your vulnerable ears.

That's disgusting, I secretly love it, you both should be ashamed of yourselves.

I just can't, it's too mean and grammatically incorrect.

New plan, how about we just re-gift him his own stuff.

Guys, I know we've done some fucked up things before but I think this takes the fucked up cake.

I'm intentionally averting my eyes to try and miss as much of this as possible, yes.

She says I'm cute AF, which I assume stands for 'and fun'

You think this was my first choice? This wasn't even my last choice.

You've got that "I'm being blackmailed" look in your eye.

Yeaahh. Make his ass take you to Costco.

Eat shit Satan.

Don't mess with it. It's probably something that will trigger a series of events that will, on the whole, be an an interesting and comedic adventure, but ultimately waste our Saturday.

Nobody knows what they're doing where they're taking care of something too dumb to take care of itself! There is no right way of doing any of this. How do you think we turned out so fucked up?

What have you done?! Do you realize how much paperwork I have to do for a dead ____?

As long as I"m cute and beautiful, people should give me what I want!

I did not shoot you out of my front butt for you to go karate chopping strangers.

Please accept my apology and don't sue us.

Hey there's some funny business going on over here!

There is no greater crime than faking a moon landing!

I told you...They didn't care.

Oh, don't tell me I lost another kid!

Pretending like things are okay when they're not doesn't help anything.

I'm sorry your parents don't care enough.

Life sucks sometimes, but at least there's pizza.

Seriously! I will murder you if this gets back to the gang!