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achillesuwu · 1 year

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AU where Alex save Dream of the fishbowl & Dream get his revenge on his father (+Jessamyis alive ) BUT but

Since he is still a kid well 😕 Alex is in a problematic situation. He needs a tutor but doesn't really trust anyone (and most of the people in the house are forever asleep now) . He is going to need someone to "" "look after him" "" (officially) + he doesn't really want to talk about his current father to anyone for any reason

So, when Dream (pov alex : really scary tall powerful dude) said "I will offer you a boon"

Alex basically thinks "I'm already in deep shit right now. I have nothing to lose" and say : can you be my father?

What Dream understood : "I chose YOU" and for him Alex looks like this :

Dream hesitate a bit but finally agrees and Alex is like "cool 👍 can you sign some paper, put me in school, assure you that I'm feed and see you in 10 years/for my school graduation/my wedding"

Little did he know that when Dream dads he DADS 😤

Anyway.

Why did I thought about this?

1930!Hob Gadling that is a bit suspicious about Alex of the "Endless"' dad. He never sees the guy but he must be a prick because everytime that there should be a parent's meeting with the teacher Alex avoid his gaze and find some excuse on why his father can't go. Of course Hob never pushed. He gets it 😔 poor boy, to have a rich snob for a father 😔😔

Meanwhile, alex : oh lord, oh god, I can't sit in a parent's meeting with dad again. Too much praise, he is too proud of me, I'm going to die. Please, makes it that Teacher Godlen will drop it. Oh god. please please-

Sadly Alex can't make Dream miss the school graduation

Just the thought of 1930 Hob Gadling face when he sees his stranger walking like he own the place with expensive clothes with Alex trailing behind him.

And well, looks. Hob WAS going to scold Alex's dad but

This is the stranger

Again, THIS IS THE STRANGER

Instead of a :( face Alex has a "why is my father embarrassing 😩 yeah yeah see you later I'm going to see my friend yes yes I love you too nooo don't hug me 😩 DAD MY HAIR😩😩" face which put every interaction he had with him in a new light

THE STRNAHER

Hob is half trying to hide himself because what the fuck and half looking because what the fuck HE IS HOT. (Some of his braincells are also running in panic because : wait, WAIT, ENDLESS. OF THE ENDLESS. IT'S HIS FAMILY NAME!? IS IT A FAKE NAME. would it be awkward if I said something like "hey, Mr Endless, about your son" or "Mister Endless, you couldn't wait to see me ~?" ... WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT ROBERT GADLING YOU CAN'T SIMPLY GO AND—.... He. He has. HE HAS A SON!?!? )

Little did he know that yes, Dream saw him and once he finally talked to every other teachers about how proud he is of his boy he is very much going to talk about that friendship thing

Meanwhile, alex : .... My dad is seducing my teacher. in my school graduation. Great. Wonderful. Can aunt Death comes pick me up 😩

#Dreamling #The sandman #dream the endless #jessamy the raven lives #alex burgess #Alex thought 'ahahahah to have the devil as my dad. What could go wrong? He is not going to be worst than father'#*pikachu face* he got a loving awkward dad #hob x dream #hob x morpheus #Alex the first day that he got Dream as his dad : Sir I was wondering if —#Dream : how did you call me?#Alex : Please excuse me. Your maje—#Dream : not dad :(? What did I did wrong my son? 🥹🥹 Do you want to talk about it ?#Alex.exe is not working anymore #my shit

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romantichopelessly · 6 months

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trans ronan trc reading. bc one person (@faggot-loser) commented on my post that I should actually make it.

the raven boys // the dream thieves // the raven king

#he got top surgery at the same time he got his tattoo that’s canon fr #the best part of this reading to me is that it can be read as transmasc or transfem or nb and.#idk there’s smth up with Ronan’s gender and more ppl should acknowledge it #this isn’t even rly getting into the dreamer trilogy. but maybe I’ll make a part 2 #the raven boys #the dream theives #the raven king #the raven cycle #ronan lynch #trc #idk if I’m proud of this one or not bc it’s lived in my mind so long but. we’ll see what ppl think i suppose

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paintedsunshine · 2 years

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murph king of dreams and his *checks notes* very alive magpie

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Imagine 1: A digital bust portrait of Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, holding Jessamy in his hands against his chest.

Dream is a very pale white man (/anthropomorphic personification) with very messy, short-ish pitch black hair and eyebrows. Tiny stars and galaxies seem to glow in his hair. Jessamy is a Pied Crow, a medium-large iridescent black corvid with a white feathered breast and collar. She is resting peacefully within Dream’s right hand, his left stroking through her plumage. Her head is tilted upward, her beak placed underneath Dream’s jaw. Dream’s eyes are closed, and his lips slightly parted. He does not seem to be wearing clothes. The painting cuts off below his elbows.

The painting is heavily stylized with multicolored brushstrokes on highlight and shadow points. Deep, vibrant purple, turquoise and blue in shadows, soft, pastel yellow, cyan and green in highlights.

Image 2 is exactly the same, except now deep red liquid runs down Dream’s fingers to his wrists. He is still holding Jessamy. Her plumage is clean and untouched from the blood.

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#this painting cost me my sanity because tom sturridge is too pale. sickening to shade. who allowed that #dream and his ravens #dream of the endless #jessamy the raven #morpheus #lord morpheus #the sandman #the sandman netflix #sandman netflix #digital art #fan art #no need to tell me she is a crow. i know and i am japing to cover my grief #the fact that i drew this pre-brief-lives knowledge. like. apollo threw the ball of imagery-prophecy at me #this took 16 hours. 13 of those were spent doing 4 failed attempts at shading. agony. utter agony #this belongs to the dreamholdingthingshecouldntkeepalive.png collection

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arklayraven · 7 months

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I wanted to torture Solomon again (◕‿◕) ♥

#;little raven speaks #;raven om calamity #;my edits #obey me #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #he's living my dream heaven pfff

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mortalsilence · 1 year

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"Oookay" said Hob, trying to continue the conversation, avoiding anything that could become an awkward silence. "So, what's your favourite animal?"

"My favourite animal? What poor excuse of a question to be asked a being like me is that?"

"Well, I asked the other day if I could know you better so we have less misunderstandings..."

"And you decide to ask me for my favourite animal."

"Your name or being are off limits, you basically hate me when I try to feed you, your favourite color obviously is black, sooo the next stupid basic question is your favourite animal."

Dream started smiling a little after hearing what considered obvious his human friend. "I don't really have one. They changed a lot over the millennia."

"Wha-? For fuck's sake, pardon my French, how old are you??!"

#morpheus obvious favourite animal is cats #morpheus is a cat #and a cat person #thats why he is fascinated by birds #everywhere you can find a morpheus feeding birds #my second theory is that he lives birds too because he lives her sisters wings and their sound #morpheus will never say his name to his (boy)friend #when i say never is never ever #hob could possibly ask if his favourite animal are ravens because he already knows matthew #hob cannot understand matthew when he talks but theyre friends and hob always has a beer for the bird when he comes #the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling #centennial boyfriends

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sargentoh · 1 year

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I was here. I exist. I’m alive, because I bleed.

#tdt/trc quotes that live in my head rent free #trc #the raven cycle #the raven boys #the dream thieves #blue lily lily blue #the raven king #adam parrish #ronan lynch #richard gansey #blue sargent #noah czerny #henry cheng #the dreamer trilogy #call down the hawk #greywaren #mister impossible #pynch #bluesey

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griombrioch · 1 year

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Hello if you can spare a few moments of your time what do you think of the prompt where Jessamy the raven gets reborn but as a human person and meet hob as a college student and met Morpheus not realizing he’s dream and she thinks is hobs boyfriend or husband?

Hello yes I have So Many thoughts on this.

First off, I fucking adore Jessamy and I'm heartbroken each and everyday that we never get to hear her speak in the Netflix adaptation.

Jessamy's life as a raven was already her second chance. Like Matthew, she had lived a life in the Waking World in which anthropomorphic personifications of concepts did not exist to her. Nor did the reality of magic or the journey of flying between realms. Her first life had been a short one though. As a human, she'd been very sick. And frail. And, more often than not, alone. To die in her sleep and wake up a raven was strangely liberating instead of frightening. She could put up with the magic and the strange enigmatic man who called himself her King if it meant that she could fly. She was reborn into a body that no longer held her back. She could go anywhere and everywhere and nothing could stop her. Except the shells fired from a shotgun. Of all things.

All of this is to say, of course, that no one expects to have a third chance at life. And for quite some time, Jessamy herself doesn't even know. When she walks the earth again as a human, she knows that her name is Jessica Barnes. She knows that her parents died in a car accident when she was a toddler. She is told that they loved her very much. She knows that she doesn't remember her childhood - PTSD, she is told. For what, she is not sure and nobody seems to want to give away answers. She knows that she is drawn to history, to writing, to uncovering the truths of the past that still linger between the lines of a textbook.

The first time she sees Dream it is at the end of Professor Galden's lecture on a regular Tuesday. As his TA, she is at the back of the room. When she sees the lanky, dark haired man amble to the front of the hall, she doubletakes. Not because she finds it absurd for teachers to have partners, but because she swears she recognizes this man. From somewhere. She has another class across campus though, and Jessie's really not in the habit of stalking university faculty, so she makes a hasty exit. She still needs to talk to Robert about the classes' last exam scores, but an email will have to suffice.

The next time it happens, weeks later, the man stares back at her. He looks pained and she cannot, for the life of her, figure out why. She casts a glance toward Dr. Galden for help, but he looks just as confused as she feels. The man introduces himself as Morpheus, and something about that name is so achingly familiar. Morpheus Morpheus Morpheus.

She starts getting snippets, here and there. Tiny fragments of memory that she has no previous recollection of but the moment she experiences them, she knows that they are hers. A bus passes her on the street and she sees the wings of a thousand black birds. An undergraduate asks her about European rituals and she suddenly finds herself knowledgeable on the dark summoning magic from the 1800s. Eventually her name doesn't feel like her own anymore. Like she's outgrown it.

Finally, Dr. Galden's strange boyfriend (husband? partner? consort?) shows up in her dreams. She pushes through a door and ends up in an enormous white room with a thousand steps. Morpheus stands at the bottom of them, but the coat she's used to seeing has grown another several feet. It drags on the pristine floor. He is staring at her impassively, like he was expecting her. He doesn't appear to be in pain anymore. If anything, there is something akin to hope in his eyes. She should be afraid or at the very least startled by his ghostly appearance. She is not. She knows him.

"I know this place. Why?" "Because you are home, my dear Jessamy."

#asks #the sandman #dreamling #jessamy the raven #also jessamy the not raven #dream of the endless #hob gadling #amnesia #pls let my sweet girl live her best not dead life

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bludotpng · 1 year

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Brief Lives: Role Swap AU!!

Doze 💤 & Delusion ꩜ of the endless

Since January, I've been wanting to redesign them because I wasn't pleased with what I originally drew in November.

!!!! Spoiler Warning for Brief Lives since I am going to be talking about it for a bit !!!!

What I had in mind was that Brief Lives plot is still the same but Delirium has the bright idea of switching places to keep things interesting on their journey to find Destruction (also because she wants Dream to have fun with her one last time before shit hits the fan)

AU Example: When Doze and Delusion end up in Destiny's Garden asking for an oracle, Destiny confronts Doze that she need to stop her own delusion and realize that she can't save her brother from what is about to come. When Doze collapses from the harsh truth, almost reverting back to Delirium; Delusion steps in.

Getting serious and is fearful for his little sister, his Dream side shows (eyes black with twin stars) telling Destiny to basically mind his own business. He tearfully notes that he knows that they must talk to his son but he's staying strong for Doze. Regrouping, Doze and Del go to meet Orpheus.

That's as far as my mind is willing to go with these silly doodles and AU before I let it become my personality.

Don't take this seriously, but I imagine Delusion voiced by Andrew Garfield okay Bye!

#my art #artist on tumblr #the sandman #the sandman fanart #dream of the endless #delirium of the endless #matthew the raven #role swap au #redraw of some sorts #someone needs to take Dream and Delirium away from me #I can't be trusted with them #Del just wants her brothers to be okay in her own delirious ways #brief lives #brief lives au #doze #doze of the endless #delusion #delusion of the endless

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dimension-20-every-introduction · 11 months

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There are no new Introductions in Dimension 20′s The Ravening War episode 5.

#dimension 20 spoilers #dimension 20 #d20 introductions #the ravening war #the ravening war spoilers #acoc:trw #there's a moment i jumped out of my seat realizing i wasn't gathering the pcs' new battle stats when i realized like #wait i already DID do that pfffftlxbncklxnc #but yeah huh- i thought there'd be at least one? or a couple? but i guess they died before they could be important enough #to have an intro card ig #but it DID have some returning characters i didn't expect #also lkxcbnkxlcb raphanial- tfw you have your gay awakening at 93 #dope about colin living out the vengeance against the shitty parent dream shout out to him #also these fucking pc dynamics are the BEST i love these guys so much #stacked cast FOR REAL #whoof- finale next week. and who knows what comes after..... see y'all then!

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emmmerson · 2 years

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i am Normal about the dream thieves (<- lying)

#it's so perfect...sometimes sequels are bad but the dream thieves is GOOD #there are so many good lines in it too #ronan lynch lived with every sort of secret oh god #in that moment she was a little in love with all of them !?!?#what do you WANT ADAM oh god i love that line #adam softly punching that wall. my heart #them talking to calla while she's doing yoga like upside down on those silks...#calla n ronan's aggressiveness about protecting the people they care abt #plus it's like. so much lead up to pynch bc bllb doesnt even HAVE ronans perspective #also consider: kavinsky #also consider: the gray man #two really weird kinda fucked up side characters that i also kind of love #anyway. yes. i'm normal about this book #the dream thieves #trc #the raven cycle #em.txt

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mildew-dread-mold · 1 year

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proposed addition to the monmouth manufacturing kitchenbathroomlaundryroom:

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yourtamaki · 9 months

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rip my ribcage open (devour what’s truly yours)

zoro x f!reader

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warnings: tummy-pusher zoro, squirting, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, prone bone, chokehold, slight breath play, creampie, violent imagery, religious imagery, bit of aftercare.

zoro thinks you might be trying to say his name.

he’s knelt between your legs, sitting back on his haunches and rocking his hips just enough to fuck you with the fat tip of his cock. there’s a rhythm to the unsteady rise and fall of your chest. short inhale, long exhale, the same way you always sigh his name when he’s reduced you to this.

tears dotting your lashes, drool seeping from the corner of your mouth, hips bucking mindlessly trying to get him to slip in deeper.

fuck, you’re hungry for it.

zoro is not a man of many indulgences. he doesn’t allow himself to be. having too many vices can only lead to a weak mind and an even weaker will. he eats but he does not savour, he sleeps but he does not dream.

but he’d be a shit swordsman if he didn’t understand the balance in all things. denying himself all of life’s comforts would make for a rigid spirit, brittle and easily broken. so he’ll sip on some sake and enjoy its fire in his belly, he’ll nap on sunny’s deck so when he wakes, it’s to the sight of his crew set to the backdrop of the setting sun. and when the sun dips below the horizon, there’s nothing to stop him from finding you in the dark and pulling you into a hungry kiss.

that balance is what makes nights like these all the better. knowing that having you like this, spread open and vulnerable, is good for him. that you’re making him a better man, a stronger man, just by letting him take you apart and make a mess out of you. there’s no need to resist the temptation now of bending low to press his lips to your trembling ones in a slow, ravenous kiss.

you taste like need and the sweetest of sins and he licks at the roof of your mouth, knowing he’s damned himself long ago to crave you for as long as he lives.

"if you want something, you have to ask,” he says, pulling back and idly groping at your tits, pinching your nipple when you don’t answer. you throw your head back at the sudden sensation and a wild heat blooms in his chest at the sight, scorching his ribs. how easily you bare your neck for him. how thoughtlessly.

"please, zoro, please. want you deeper, i wanna feel you here,” you take his hands, sliding them down your body until they come to rest on your lower stomach. irritation, sharp and sudden, cuts through his haze.

“don’t fucking beg,” he says, low and even, “you don’t have to beg. ever.”

it’s so far beneath you to plead, he has to swallow down the growl building in the back of his throat. zoro would topple empires for you, would cut the very moon in half if you asked, and you think you have to beg him for anything?

he doesn’t wait for you to nod before he starts pushing in. it doesn’t matter if you understand yet or not, he’ll fuck it into you until you do.

there’s a moment after he’s bottomed out inside you where neither of you move a muscle. he grits his teeth from the effort of holding on to the frayed rope that is his restraint and letting you get used to the wide stretch of him. ages pass before you reach up, slowly as if to not startle the beast above you, and cup his face in your soft palm. you stroke your thumb across his cheek, just on the edge of his scar. your touch is warm and gentle and cracks something inside him wide open.

the rope slip from his fingers. he lets it.

there’s no warning, no build-up before he’s pressing both palms down on your stomach and fucking into you. you reach up to hold on to any part of him, settling around his neck, a balm on his flushed skin even as your nails dig and bite into him.

“you feel that? hmm?” his smile feels jagged and sharp, more demon than man but you only moan at the sight of it, “you feel me in there?”

it’s a strange sensation, feeling himself carve a space inside you, the push and pull. it’s filthy and more intimate than it has any right to be and he fucking loves it.

“fuck, feel you i feel—” a rough thrust cuts you off and when you catch your breath, you’re still rambling, “—so good, you’re so good.”

zoro’s been called many things in his life but good isn’t one of them. it’s never bothered him before. good men don’t claw their way up in the world and leave a trail of slaughter in their wake. good men don’t scream at the heavens and demand to be heard.

zoro is not a good man. but he can be good. to you. for you.

“breathe, baby,” he says, “don’t forget to breathe.”

he presses down a bit harder and your reaction is instantaneous, legs kicking out, the tears that have been threatening to spill over since he stuffed a pillow under your hips finally sliding down your cheeks. you take him so beautifully and something barbed wraps around his heart and squeezes at the sight, shredding him to bloody pieces.

he knows you’re close before your eyes start to flutter, can feel it building like a storm inside you and chases your pleasure with reckless abandon.

“zoro.”

short inhale, long exhale. his name a sigh on your parted lips as you clench tight around him and cum. he doesn’t stop moving for a second, doesn’t let up the pressure even as he feels you gush all over him, soaking his cock, his thighs, his stomach. his strokes stay sure and steady as he fucks you through your high.

you shudder beneath him before relaxing back into the bed and he slows to a stop to let you catch your breath. it hurts to look at you, all divine and fucked out. it’s a sight too holy for a hellbound man like him to behold but he drinks it in anyway, burns it into his mind.

what’s one more sin to a demon?

zoro slips out of you with a hiss through gritted teeth, taking a moment to admire the creamy ring around his base, your arousal and cum still dripping off him. you’ve marked him as yours and yours alone without even trying and his cock twitches at the thought.

“no why?” you whine as he pulls back further, “give it back.”

“turn over,” even as he speaks, he’s manhandling you until you’re laid out on your stomach, hips propped up with the pillow he takes care to push under you. zoro kisses down your spine before settling between your spread legs and greeting your cunt with a broad stroke of his tongue, “i ever tell you that you taste good like this?”

“like- mmm fuck,” you say, all breathy as he circles around your swollen clit, “like what?”

“stretched out,” he murmurs, “open.”

you’re past the point of words as he grabs two handfuls of your ass, spreads your sticky lips open with his thumbs and buries his tongue inside you. he savours the sweet little gasps you let you like the finest sake, groaning into your pussy as you start to rock your hips and grind your clit against him. he can’t catch a full breath, thinks he might be suffocating, and moans a bit louder.

a swarm of words bubble up hot and fast in his lungs, taking up space where breath once lived. half-formed thoughts try and fail to take shape in his mouth, weighing down the tongue that makes you writhe in the sheets.

he can’t bring himself to speak but if he could, he’d show you. zoro wants to crack his ribs open so you can see the bloody wreckage you’ve caused, let you crawl in and keep you safe next to the heart that’s always, always, been yours. he’d probably burst into flames with so much goodness inside him but that’s alright. at least he’d keep you warm.

the words stay trapped where they are though and all he can do is all he’s ever known how to. he goes to work. zoro is singleminded in his task, fingers digging into the fat of your ass to keep you still while he devours you whole and it doesn’t take long before he’s pushing you off the edge he never let you stray too far away from.

he laps at your folds until you start to squirm away, crawling up the bed and away from him. he lets you put a bit of distance between you, lulls his prey into thinking it’s escaped before he pounces. between one breath and the next, zoro’s on you, draped along your back, licking at the sweat that beads down the nape of your neck. you arch into him, pushing back against the hardness digging into your ass before he rests his weight down on you, forcing you flat on your front.

“where do you want me, baby?” he asks, kissing behind your ear, “tell me where you want me.”

in this moment and in all others, zoro would do anything you told him to. you could make him hump you like an animal until he cums and lick your skin clean or stand across the room and jack off by himself with nothing but the lingering taste of your pussy to help him get off. he’d do it and he’d do it without an ounce of shame.

“want you inside,” you slur, “wanna be full.”

his entire being in the palm of your hands and you choose to be merciful.

“you sure?” he lifts up off you just enough to get a hand around his base and nudge his tip against your clit, “not too sensitive?”

“yeah, pl- i can take it.”

his grin is all teeth when he hears you correct yourself, “that’s my fucking girl. stay still, baby. let me take care of you.”

you’re soft and slick from his spit and two orgasms and when he bottoms out all at once, it’s with a low groan in your ear that echoes behind your breathy moan. sinking back inside you feels like rapture, like something he’s done nothing to deserve but basks in anyway with an endless greed.

he wraps his arms around you, one across your front groping at your chest while the other hooks around to put you in a headlock, keeping you pressed flush to him as he starts to rock into you. zoro is quiet in his worship, purposeful, and you’re nearly as quiet in receiving it, the room filled only by your soaked cunt and ragged breathing. though you don’t say anything, he can hear you loud and clear.

short inhale, long exhale.

a holy call he’s helpless to answer.

zoro fucks you to the rhythm of his name, short, devastating thrusts with his whole weight thrown behind him. he wants to live in this moment, could spend the rest of his days with his cock dragging along your walls slow and sure, relishing the way you tighten like a vice around him every time he flexes and cuts your air off mid-gasp.

but he swore an oath at your altar and zoro has always been a man of his words.

he cums with a sigh of your name, spilling inside you for what feels like ages before he collapses over you boneless and spent, his softening cock keeping you plugged nice and full just like you asked so sweetly for.

“you okay?” he asks, pulling out as gently as he can and helping you roll over when your trembling arms make it clear you can’t do it on your own.

“mhmm,” you pull yourself up until you’re nose to nose with him. zoro holds still as you scatter kisses across his face like stardust. his temple, his scar, the corner of his mouth. there’s no order, no pattern he can discern to the affection you bestow but he accepts it the way all blessings should be received. with silent gratitude.

“nothing hurts?”

“no. but you’re carrying me to the bath.”

“okay.”

you tuck yourself into his side, reaching up to idly roll his earrings between your fingers, “and washing my hair.”

“okay.”

“and i’m gonna wash your hair.”

“okay.”

“say something else.”

he thinks for a moment, thinks of all he could never put to words and lets them stay as thoughts. instead, he meets your eyes and settles on a simple truth, “you’re beautiful.”

a smile, radiant and bright, breaks across your face. what happens, he wonders, when a demon is the cause of something as divine as your smile? it’s a question he doesn’t mind spending his life searching the answer to.

dedicated to: mah wife @katslutski and the loml @saotoru

#zoro smut #one piece smut #zoro x reader #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro smut #roronoa zoro x reader #god this has been in my drafts for so long

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