Loke is the kind of guy to get on his knees and wail to God, “Why must our women suffer?!” He’d cry with one hand clawing at his chest while the other beats at the ground.
I love Gray, Lucy and Loke (also Cana, she’s here in spirit). The imagery and energy that they all share together makes me so happy. They’re all in-love and that alternates between romantic and platonic depending on the mood.
This entire post was inspired by @u1tear and the description on their post ‘hot girl and two bi guys with homoerotic overtones’. If we add in Cana then its just a group of bi losers.
My mind is being plagued by ZOSAN THIGH FUCKING THOUGHTS !!!!
heres a little drabble about Zoro who has an unhealthy obsession with Sanji’s legs (plus everything else about him) and Sanji who is very confused but rolls with it.
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The first time Zoro and Sanji hook up sanji reaches for lube to stretch himself and Zoro borderline BEGS to thigh fuck Sanji instead.
Sanji, confused but too horny to care, obliges. He crosses his legs in the air with his back on the dingy hotel bed, and Zoro grips both his fucking calves in one giant hand before pushing himself into the tiny seam between Sanji’s thighs.
Zoro goes fast, his hips pistoning in and out as he keeps begging for Sanji to squeeze harder, please, and who is Sanji to say no?
Sanji watches as Zoro lets out breathy moans on top of him every time the thighs around his cock shift or flex. The sight combined with the rhythmic friction of Zoro’s dick rubbing against his is hypnotizing- he can’t draw his eyes away.
They cum at the same time, and the mess gets all over Sanji’s stomach. They split, heaving and sweaty, and then Zoro licks the jizz off off his abs. The sound Sanji makes in response is obscene.
Sanji cums a second time (embarrassing!!) and a line of blood trickles down from his nose, onto his lips. Zoro surges up to trap him in a kiss, and Sanji can taste the salt on Zoro’s tongue amidst the metallic blood flooding both their mouths (which should be gross, but when he’s with Zoro everything is so fucking good).
After they clean up, Zoro falls asleep with one hand down the back of Sanji’s boxers, cupping his ass.
The next morning Sanji cusses him out for stretching the fabric permanently.
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GUYS I’m so normal about them I promise !!!! The Zosan disease possessed me and I blacked out & wrote this. hope you enjoyed lmfao
Cellbit sighs and downs another cup of coffee. He's sitting in his office, like he has been for the last five? Ten? Hours. Cramped up on the little wooden chair, one leg drawn to his chest. Glaring ahead at his theory board.
The picture of Felps missing has been removed a while ago. Instead, as a recent addition, another missing picture has been hung up on its spot. Next to eight similar looking ones. Richarlyson smiles happily from the picture in the middle, glancing not at the camera, but at Cellbit, partly out of frame, ruffling his hair.
At least, Cellbit dully thinks, he hadn't had to move any of the other clues or the web of carefully placed red string around the board. The possible suspects remain the same. The clues, also. It doesn't feel like a small mercy.
Cellbit glances to his left. There's Roier, passed out on the couch, after muttering words of encouragement and cracking jokes to lighten the mood until the early dawn. Cellbit momentarily relaxed as he maps out the features of his sleeping husband. Next to him, squished into the corner of the couch, now that Roier is sprawled out over it, is Bad. He has been staring blankly ahead every time Cellbit had glanced in his direction, only minimally acknowledging the others' presence. Cellbit doesn't judge him for it.
The last person in the room is Forever. He had crashed the fastest out of all of them, after running around in an almost maniac state, searching, screaming, pleading for any sign of their son. After the adrenaline had worn off he was reduced to a sobbing pile and Cellbit and Bad had carefully let him down to the Order, away from Richarlysons empty bed. Forever had refused to rest, and neither of them wanted the other to be alone at this time. So the restless president had sat down next to the couch table, hastily scribbling down plan after plan to get their children back, until his body had made the decision to rest for him.
Cellbit doesn't judge him as well. He knows this feeling, the desperation, intimately. He has learned from former disappearances. Ration your energy, keep a cool head. Go over the information you have again and again and again until maybe, finally, through bleary eyes, you find something that will make it all make sense.
He squeezes his eyes shut, opens them again to the unforgiving neon light of the office, and gets up to make himself another cup of coffee.
you want to save astarion from himself, from his fears and his destructive ambitions. you care deeply for him of course, but you also feel compelled to fix him because he is so dangerously like yourself. and in turn, in astarion's selfish and transactional way of looking at a world that has done nothing but hurt him, he tries to save you from the murderous tar pit within you that threatens you both. amidst the tragedy of his and your circumstances, a comfortable fondness grows. a deeply sincere adoration and respectful passion born of mutually-assured suffering. neither you or astarion has the vocabulary to express yourselves beyond painfully clinging to each other and a desire to be unchained from your very nature
I drew all this intending for it only to be as sketches. Then I coloured it all so!! It's not the most perfect thing but then again I am perfect so it is by default.
the thing I love about jrwi riptide is how caring the albatrio are to one another. like a lot of the time I feel a "found family" or even the group getting along has to be pushed by the audience and fans (mcu avengers and such comes to mind) but with jrwi the characters joke with each other and razz each other but you understand that each of them would go to great lengths for the others, and that kind of thing is really important to me, that no matter how the relationships are interpreted, the source material has amazing foundations for this little group that look out for one another and just GAH love em <3