I love you because you're real
But you're really in the arms of someone else
I love the way that you laugh
Except you're laughing in the company of someone else
I love the way that you dress
But you're dressing up for someone else
I love the way that you love
Even when you're loving someone else
As much as it hurts
I love you because I'm yours
Although you may not be mine
@holidaycrystal it's giving today 🥵🥵
1934-2024
pairing: opla!sanji x reader
summary: your plan was quick and simple. you would go to the kitchen, make some tea to ease your headache, and then return to your comfy bed. you weren't expecting to come across your crew's blonde cook barechested cutting carrots.
word count: 3.1k
warnings: 18+ content, smut, swearing, pet names, kitchen sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, cunnilingus, semi public sex, PIV
authors note: english is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes. read this fanfic on ao3: good looking. enjoy!
From the moment it slides in, he throws his head back taking in the feeling, mere seconds feel like minutes as he soaks up how wet you are for him, he grips you tighter pulling you onto him so he can go deeper and you can feel the whole of his length, as you let out a moan when he reaches your capacity it ignites a fire inside him and determination fills his face, he wants that noise coming out of you again and again
He pushes inwards, you lean into him, your rhythms melt into one another, he whispers your name as the euphoria raises in his body…
You and him together in this moment, complete perfection, you were made for each other
AstarionxReader Oneshot
CW: Explicit Sex
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Hot.
It was all you could think about.
The awful, oppressive heat.
Your bedclothes had long been kicked to the other side of the tent - even a thin cotton sheet felt like a heavy wool blanket.
Every part of you dripped with sweat - all around your hairline, the back of neck, behind you knees. Everywhere skin met skin, sweat.
You weren’t sure how long you had tossed and turned, but it felt like hours. Hours, slowly roasting in this endless, humid, heat .
You sat up, sighing in frustration, snatching up your waterskin and uncorking it.
You drank deep, gulping down mouthfuls of tepid water, but it did nothing to cool you. A dribble of water fell from the corner of your mouth and you felt it track down the side of your throat, over your chest onto your already damp shirt - but the water only teased, just as warm as the buckets of sweat already pouring off you.
Desperate, you pulled the drenched tunic off and threw it away, finding the tiniest shred of relief in being naked.
