(One Piece) Subliminal
April 7th, 2006 18:54![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: Subliminal
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: NC-17
Words: 300
Notes: For
onepieceyaoi100, prompt "talking".
So fuckable when you sleep.
You don’t even snore, you pansy.
For once not scowling, not shouting.
Quiet. Vulnerable.
Fuck, I love that word.
You never wake up; I could yell right in your ear, and you’d just keep dreaming.
But I’ll whisper instead. Wouldn’t want to wake the others.
And you seem to like it.
You always make the best sounds when I talk to you like this.
Yeah, little whimpers, just like that.
You love it, don’t you? When I talk to you, when I tell you all the things you deserve.
How I should bend you over a table, rip those stupidly tight trousers down, shove three fingers up your ass and hear you beg for more.
How I should slam you against the mast, fucking grind you into the wood, right in front of Luffy and Usopp and your precious Nami-swan.
Show them just how tough you really are, down on your knees, never able to get enough of my cock down your throat.
Hmm, getting excited, aren’t you? Can see how fucking hard you are. You love it when I talk to you like this.
You want me to take you against the railing, don’t you? Looking down at the ocean as I make you scream.
You want me to yank at your hair and leave bruises that never fade, don’t you?
Yeah, that’s it, you’re close, aren’t you?
You want me behind you, tongue buried in your ass, while you cook. Want me to make your knees buckle, want me to steal your breath, want me to own you.
I do, you know. I own you, you little bitch.
Yessss…
Look so good when you come.
Ever wonder why you have so many wet dreams? Shitty love cook.
…
…
… You’re awake, aren’t you?
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: NC-17
Words: 300
Notes: For
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So fuckable when you sleep.
You don’t even snore, you pansy.
For once not scowling, not shouting.
Quiet. Vulnerable.
Fuck, I love that word.
You never wake up; I could yell right in your ear, and you’d just keep dreaming.
But I’ll whisper instead. Wouldn’t want to wake the others.
And you seem to like it.
You always make the best sounds when I talk to you like this.
Yeah, little whimpers, just like that.
You love it, don’t you? When I talk to you, when I tell you all the things you deserve.
How I should bend you over a table, rip those stupidly tight trousers down, shove three fingers up your ass and hear you beg for more.
How I should slam you against the mast, fucking grind you into the wood, right in front of Luffy and Usopp and your precious Nami-swan.
Show them just how tough you really are, down on your knees, never able to get enough of my cock down your throat.
Hmm, getting excited, aren’t you? Can see how fucking hard you are. You love it when I talk to you like this.
You want me to take you against the railing, don’t you? Looking down at the ocean as I make you scream.
You want me to yank at your hair and leave bruises that never fade, don’t you?
Yeah, that’s it, you’re close, aren’t you?
You want me behind you, tongue buried in your ass, while you cook. Want me to make your knees buckle, want me to steal your breath, want me to own you.
I do, you know. I own you, you little bitch.
Yessss…
Look so good when you come.
Ever wonder why you have so many wet dreams? Shitty love cook.
…
…
… You’re awake, aren’t you?