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Has this been done before

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Olhos de Gavião

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sorry this was so late and even more sorry that i could not fully fulfill your request to make it fully nsfw, it just didn't feel right as i was writing, but i hope you at least enjoy my first zoro drabble :)

wc: 900

valentine's masterlist, regular masterlist

“Hey, there you are.” 

You smile, not looking up from the task at hand, which is putting the final touches on the black forest cake you’ve been working on all day. 

“I’ve been in the kitchen this whole time.” When the last rosette on the cake has been topped with a bright red cherry, you turn around, wiping your hands on your apron. Your green haired boyfriend is there waiting, leaning against the doorway with a mildly annoyed look on his face. “Don’t tell me, even after all this time, you still get lost finding the kitchen?” you tease. 

“Shut your mouth,” he grumbles, but meanders over to you. When he gets close enough, he peaks over your shoulder to look at what you’ve been working on and while he’s busy doing that, you take the opportunity to interlock your fingers around his waist. 

“Missed you,” you whisper into his chest. “You took so long to find me.” 

“Did you wait for me because you wanted to see me or because you wanted to make jokes?” he half-heartedly attempts to pry your hands off him. 

As much as you’d love to see the sullen expression you’re sure he’s wearing, you hold on tighter, murmuring an insincere apology to his shirt. 

“S’what I thought,” he says, satisfied. “So? What’s this?” 

“Black forest cake,” you explain. “Happy Valentine’s. My gift to you.” 

“Looks like a normal chocolate cake to me.” 

“I made it because it has liqueur in it and pairs well with wine.” 

He’s quiet for a moment. You prop your chin on his chest to angle your face up at him. When he meets your eyes, he swallows. 

“You…”

You giggle at his baffled behavior. “Yep. I picked this because I thought you’d enjoy it.” Your smile widens when you see the slight blush start to form on his cheeks. 

“Shuddap,” he mutters. 

“Didn’t say anything,” you giggle, your wandering hands slipping into his belly warmer to rub his back. 

You stay like that for a moment, until Zoro interrupts the silence.

“Hey.” 

“Hmm?” 

“Can we save this for later?” 

“Hmm?” you repeat. “Ah, yep. It’s soaked plenty with cherry kirsch so it stays moist even with extended refrigeration and the cherries are- eek!” 

You let out a squeal when Zoro’s arms hoist you onto the counter. He posts his arms on either side of your legs, leaning in to push a rough kiss onto your lips. 

He slices right through your protests when his tongue slips through your lips to meet yours. The weak thumps of your fist meeting his chest do nothing to slow him down; you suspect he doesn’t even feel them. 

Left with no choice but to kiss back, Zoro’s assault becomes gentle, momentarily pacified with your reciprocation. You allow his fingers to slip around your back to untie your apron then slip into your dress, bottom first. A squeak transfers from your throat to his when he bounces you up just quickly enough to pull your dress past your butt.  

His hands are rough as they squeeze your curves. Even after all this time, he sometimes forgets his strength when he’s with you. You don’t mind though, unable to stop the pleased moan that vibrates against his lips. 

It’s only after you let him have his fill of touching that you push away. He lets you this time, but only by a centimeter. You put a finger up, panting, to let him know you need a second. His eyes narrow fondly and a deep chuckle rumbles through this chest. He allows you to catch your breath, but busies himself mouthing at your neck while you do so. 

“Zoro…” you mumbles. 

He hums a sound of acknowledgement, still buried in your neck. 

“Zoro, stop.”

He lifts his head from your neck. “What?” he asks, clearly annoyed. 

You loop your arms around his neck, smiling softly. “I’d love to save the cake for later,” 

“Then what?” he bites. 

You offer a light peck to his lips to mollify him. “But I would really like to not do this in a place where I prepare food for the rest of the crew.” 

“Don’t care.” 

“Zoro! I do! That’s gross!” 

He thinks for a moment, then finally groans, “fine.” He helps you prop your feet on the ground and right your dress. You smile gratefully, taking him by the hand to lead the way to your room.

… 

It’s just before sunrise when Zoro, with you propped on his hips, sneaks past Ussopp, who’s on night watch duty, to get back to the kitchen. You swear the two of you almost get caught with all the snickering and whisper-yelling directions in Zoro’s ears. Luckily, you’re pretty sure Ussopp is slacking and sleeping on the job. 

You hiss when Zoro props you onto the counter, the cool surface shocking your bare thighs. Zoro makes his way around the island to pull your neglected cake out of the fridge, grabbing a fork on his way back to you. 

“Get a knife!!” 

“Don’t need one,” he refutes. 

“What! We can’t just take forkfuls from an entire cake! How will we share the rest with the crew?” 

He gives you a look. “First of all, I plan on eating the entire thing. Second, do you really think I’d let the shitty cook get a taste of something you made specifically for me?” 

“Zoro,” you whisper affectionately. “He eats my food every day. I also cook on this ship, you know.” 

Zoro shoves a forkful of cake into your mouth. “Shut up, smartass.” 

“Aye aye, sir,” you salute, mouth full. 

He simply rolls his eyes at you, before indulging in his first bite through your lips.

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shitting, pissing, screaming and losing my mind. As someone who hates slow burn, I can't believe I ATE THIS UP. I love this!!!!!!!!! I love that this is the shoujo kids get to grow up with, amen god bless. But also give me more???

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it's the first time in a long time that I haven't posted manga caps while reading but it's because A Delinquent's Life Hacks is so so good, I'm BINGING THROUGH IT. but also girl same, me too girl. I would also blow away just like that bc HE'S SO CUTE

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oldie but a goodie. poor killua

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those spies are just too darn clever...

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“Treasured Memories…”

I listened to a lot of Evanescence while drawing this, especially “Going Under”. If you don’t know it yet, definitely give it a listen! 🫶✨

There will be a Satoru piece that goes with this as well!🤍

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"Think I'm getting butterflies but it's really

something telling me to run away"

Still frames below the cut ❁

thought I'd give bright neon colors a try. It was fun but I think I'll be sticking to pastels

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Illumi x FS x Hisoka

If you like my art, help by reblogging ♡ because it’s the only way to get my art noticed.

Prints available through links in my bio

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birthday boy!!

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BEST BROSHIP!!!!!!!

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twitch streamer toji

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I don't think y'all understand.....I licherally need this expeditiously

NEW TOJI FIGURE

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𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x gn!reader

notes: suggestive language, mental stripping, general horniness, yoga poses, workout talk, minors do NOT interact pls

wc: 1.5 words

AN: I saw this artwork by @akiisks and every neuron in my brain said, Bo had to be the next installment in the series. Mm mm mm I love ONE owl themed gym bro. banners by @cafekitsune my hero you like what you see series other parts: Atsumu

The gym in the early morning hours was always quiet and peaceful. Majority of the MSBY players preferred evening or late night workouts, considering it a cool down for the day. The early morning hours introduced a peace and lull that was necessary for those that start the day with energy to expend. Calming overactive minds and bodies, both gifts held by the outside hitter of the team. 

Bokuto needed the cool down early in the morning, to ease down his energy levels to a “normal person”. That’s what Akaashi has always put in his head since they were younger, unsure what it means but the morning workout is now a routine for the man. As he got older it became an anchor to familiar times which helped him navigate unknown feelings and obstacles; riding through any crashing wave in peace. That peace has recently been shaken up.

Pulling out his headphones, he reaches for the gym door, coming to a halt when the sounds of the room touch his ears. There’s someone else in the gym already. He checks his watch to see it’s 4:30 am. Frustration is what he should feel, with a disturbance in his routine, but he could feel anticipation flush across his face and tickle the tips of his ears with heat. It’s not just someone in there, he had high expectations on who beat him to the gym. With a heavy pull, the door swings wide open and his eyes scan the floor, easily finding the source of the noise. Lo and behold, there you were. 

The new MSBY athletic trainer, who had joined a month ago. Clad in fitted black workout gear, long sleeves compression shirt and shorts covering each dip and curve of muscle and skin. Edge of the shorts seamlessly meeting the start of skin down your thighs and shins, glistening in sweat. Bokuto gulped down a lump in his throat, slammed by waves of uncertainty uprooting his anchored mind. 

With your headphones on, canceling out all noise in the room, you had missed Bokuto entering. You woke up that morning with more energy than usual. Chalking it up to new hire jitters, but that’s not what it was. Surrounded by players with large egos wasn’t new to you, it came with the territory of being an athletic trainer. Hell, even if you’d stayed in personal training, there’s no escaping the egos of gym bros. Everyone lifts more, knows more, trains better than you. With a smaller stature than most, you’d gone your whole life always being underestimated. Working out had always been a safe relief for pent up frustration and anger, letting you maintain a calm for the rest of the day. A godsent gift in your chosen profession. The MSBY Black Jackals’ team reputation was known far and wide in the industry. The most polite and friendliest team, hungry for growth. The “Eternal Rookies”, a moniker agreed upon by journalists and teammates alike in the volleyball world. It had been just the right move for you, but your professionalism had been shaken up from Day 1, when you met the rising star outside hitter, Bokuto Koutaro. 

Most guys that looked like that were always wolves in sheep’s clothing, regardless of team reputation. But Bokuto had surprised you in every area, clumsy yet straightforward and honest. Earnest in practice and a trusted leader during games. Strong and smart but humble and kind. And agonizingly good looking. Work days became an every day battle to not ogle the man every second he was in your sight. Coming to the gym in the morning was your refresher, a clean way to start the day to ensure you're energized throughout. But it seems Bokuto also frequented the morning time, so you had been adjusting to come earlier and earlier to try and avoid him. Waking up at 3 am from a particularly delicious dream, was enough reason to head straight to the gym to clear your head. Taking a quick break you glance up to the mirror to ensure proper stance, eyes widening seeing the very devil from your dream getting off the treadmill and preparing for his routine. Head down, completing incline chest rows, your entire backside on display for Bokuto. He had finished his cardio and started his lat exercises, fortunately unfortunately the machine was positioned to maintain the weights area in direct line of sight. He had wanted to power through his routine, crushing on the trainer was a childish distraction and completely unprofessional. Having childlike fun is one thing, but entering frustrated territory was completely unlike him. The heat that sat in his core, rising up, coating his entire torso in a voracious fire with desire he’d never felt before. He hated it. He’s always been in control of all his emotions and desires, but you shook every semblance of proper thought from his head. Failing miserably at keeping a focused mind, he dove into the siren’s song and watched you closely throughout his workout. Wiping down machines, adjusting weights, huffing through his sets, but eyes trained on your body throughout it all. He had watched you wrap up and make your way to the yoga mats for cool down stretches. 

With only a nod of acknowledgement, the two of you hadn’t exchanged any words in the past couple hours of working out. Maintaining distance in balanced routines for the day, a dance playing out in the gym. But the tension was palpable, suffocating in the already stuffy gym air. You watched a bead of sweat drip down his chin into the crevices of his pecs. Wondering if it had traveled down his abs and through the defined v-line you could glimpse every time he raised his arms. You licked your lips in hope for a taste, even if in your imagination. The craving for a taste increased, because you had felt his eyes on you the entire time. Watching every movement, eyeing you from top to bottom and back. You could feel the ghost of his hands running over your body. Leaving behind a tantalizing trail of heat everywhere, yet not placing a single finger on you. As you leaned down into downward dog, Bokuto had stopped to take a water break, eyes washing over your body in haste. A smirk playing on your lips as you feel yourself fall over the edge of your self control. “Bokuto-san, could you help me stretch out my back?” 

The last gulp of water catches in his throat, coughing as he averts his eyes. Finally breathing air back into his lungs he turns his attention to the voice calling for him. Headphones now out, he hears you repeat your question, as if it hadn’t been bouncing around the walls of his mind already. His throat somehow dry despite finishing off his entire bottle, he makes his way over. Watching as you adjust yourself into pigeon pose, left leg fully stretched out and right leg folded out and tucked in. Opening up your hips to stretch, you motioned him to push down on your back. Palms on your back he leaned down on you, folding you completely over, without any resistance. Your chest flush against the mat and arms spread out forward. With a slight push up off you, he stands up to watch over your form. Drinking in the ease of your stretch, mind running with other ways he could be folding you to take him in completely. A jolt running right to his core when he meets your eyes to see a flush on your face, still pressed against the mat as you watch him. 

“Ya like what you see Bokuto-san?” The words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. The heat of the room, the thrum of your heart in your ears, blood rushing to multiple places at once, has all your senses on high after your workout. Bokuto’s weight against you had set your entire back on fire, engulfing you completely and you ached to feel him over you again. “My form, it looks ok?” You tease as a flush comes across his face. With a lick of your lips, you roll over, legs spread open wide. “Can you help stretch out my front too...I can fold into another position if you’d like?”  The question crashed over Bokuto, anchor ripped out of the ground, untethered and washing away into the depths of the ocean. He closed the distance in a few short steps before pulling you up into him, lips against his in an instant. Tasting you finally, feeling you with his hands, swallowing you completely. His parched throat slowly soothed as he drank you in, the way he needed.

Relentless moans falling out of your lips, echoing in his mind. He looks down at you ruined, but you reach your hands out to wrap around him to bring him closer for more. He closes his eyes to fall right in, a new anchor rooted in your waves pulling him as close to you as possible.