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onepieceyaoi100DEAR JESUS, GIRLS + GOJI, I HAVEN'T WRITTEN HERE IN FOREVER! Well, it's time for my Great Drabble Comeback. This topic is really flipping hot. Mmm. Ace. I hope y'all enjoy this here.
Title: Midnight Hour
Theme: Uke Ace w/o Smoker
Pairing: Just read it.
Rating: XXX. Trust me. Don't read this if you're widdle and/or innocent.
Word Count: 300. Take that, you sunnovabitch drabble.
He couldn’t sleep.
Memories wouldn’t allow it. They were harsh memories, filled with friction and pain, pleasure and goddamn there had been so much heat. Even for him, there had been so much heat. They had rolled and shaken, they had twisted. A thick hand had been rough and tight on his thick cock, and he had strained into it. Limbs thrashing, toes curling around nothing, a thin stream of blood weaving down the inside of his thigh. Flashes of light, dark. Big inside him, he had been so big and had filled him up, every time, over and over. Sticky and slippery and feet sliding on the hardwood floor. Thrown like a bag of grain, biting into cloth sacks to keep from screaming, he saw himself in the room at that midnight hour. Sometimes bent double, sometimes stretched, on his knees, feet in the air, reverse cowboy, on his side, standing up, bent over, and always, always filled, pulled open wide, pounded into. Nailed, drilled, fucked, screwed, taken, ridden, had. Smashed into the ground, he had been come into countless times. It ran out of him, down him, all over him, inside him, on his face, his back, his legs, his stomach, in his mouth. He had choked on the huge dick twice before finally downing its impressive girth. Saliva, sweat, seed, tears, blood, bile. All over the floor.
Roronoa Zoro didn’t take challenges lightly. Neither did Ace.
Ace had won.
He wouldn’t be forgetting the feeling of that heavy-as-hell, muscular, shivering frame losing consciousness on top of him, delivering sweet victory, anytime soon.
The memory haunted him, kept him up. His body ached to be filled again, to wrap around something, clench against it, hold it inside. But he was alone now.
It was too cold at sea.
Title: Midnight Hour
Theme: Uke Ace w/o Smoker
Pairing: Just read it.
Rating: XXX. Trust me. Don't read this if you're widdle and/or innocent.
Word Count: 300. Take that, you sunnovabitch drabble.
He couldn’t sleep.
Memories wouldn’t allow it. They were harsh memories, filled with friction and pain, pleasure and goddamn there had been so much heat. Even for him, there had been so much heat. They had rolled and shaken, they had twisted. A thick hand had been rough and tight on his thick cock, and he had strained into it. Limbs thrashing, toes curling around nothing, a thin stream of blood weaving down the inside of his thigh. Flashes of light, dark. Big inside him, he had been so big and had filled him up, every time, over and over. Sticky and slippery and feet sliding on the hardwood floor. Thrown like a bag of grain, biting into cloth sacks to keep from screaming, he saw himself in the room at that midnight hour. Sometimes bent double, sometimes stretched, on his knees, feet in the air, reverse cowboy, on his side, standing up, bent over, and always, always filled, pulled open wide, pounded into. Nailed, drilled, fucked, screwed, taken, ridden, had. Smashed into the ground, he had been come into countless times. It ran out of him, down him, all over him, inside him, on his face, his back, his legs, his stomach, in his mouth. He had choked on the huge dick twice before finally downing its impressive girth. Saliva, sweat, seed, tears, blood, bile. All over the floor.
Roronoa Zoro didn’t take challenges lightly. Neither did Ace.
Ace had won.
He wouldn’t be forgetting the feeling of that heavy-as-hell, muscular, shivering frame losing consciousness on top of him, delivering sweet victory, anytime soon.
The memory haunted him, kept him up. His body ached to be filled again, to wrap around something, clench against it, hold it inside. But he was alone now.
It was too cold at sea.
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