#fuck wooden combs

[ylojgtr]

LMAOO I JUST LEARNED A FRENCH CANADIAN TERM FOR HARMONICA IS "RUINE-BABINES" WHICH MEANS "LIP RUINER" MY HATRED OF WOODEN COMBS HAS BEEN VINDICATED BY AN ENTIRE DIALECT

#harmonica #fuck wooden combs #linguistics #french canadian #québécois

[hrdenha]

— things they'll never know | s.jy

SYNOPSIS: a visitor at night doesn't sound so bad, isn't it? Not when it's your step brother who you spend your time fantasizing to.

PAIRINGS: stepbrother!sim jaeyun x virgin!reader

WARNINGS: MDNI! CONTROL WHAT YOU CONSUME. age gap, jake would be five years older than y/n who's now in college. loss of virginity. soft yandere jake although you really dont know what goes inside his head. strong fantasies by jake. yn being innocent but not so innocent. after shower escapades. silent touches here and there. endearment. IDK ANYMORE JUST READ. not edited, but hope y'all enjoy!

His home was silent when he got home from work. What can he expected when he's living alone? But sometimes he can imagine that you're here with him instead of your parents house. You're basically the reason why he bought a house much larger for a person living alone. He can imagine you reading a few books in the garden's patio, or play with layla in the living room, or maybe— fucking you in the kitchen as you tried your best to wash the dishes. Having your favorite skirt pushed up on your body as he fuck you with one leg up, your breast bouncing in every thrust he made.

And the best thing he wanted to do, fucking you in a room full on your pictures. Doing everything he can think of to have your pleasure out of you while being surrounded by the pictures he silently took whenever he had the time. Some pictures being your family's, you and jake together with your father and his mother... all smiles. As if the both of you didn't touch each other inappropriately. What would your father thinks if he knew every little thing that jake did and will do to his daughter?

Jake wasn't a saint. He knew he needed you, in more ways than he admitted to you. But, it's fine. You'll come around eventually. Maybe one day, you're the one who's trying to desperately cling on him begging for something jake will gladly give. He just have to wait.

After refreshing himself with a glass of cold water, he finally ascend the stairs towards his room. His senses immediately welcomed by the sweet scent of vanilla lingering in the air. The soft sound of water rushing was heard at the second door on the hallway, just beside his room. He stopped, the scent envelop his mind like a siren's curse hypnotizing it's prey to walk further into their trap. He didn't even heard the sound of water came into halt.

The impression of being alone was now thrown in the trash as jake walked in front of the door to knock. His hands doesn't even had the chance to make contact with the wooden door when it swung open revealing your small frame in front of him. The sweet redolence of vanilla scent became prominent each second passed that the door was opened.

Jake's breath was taken away from his lungs. You were standing in front of him, wearing nothing but a small white towel hugging your curves preventing everyone... most especially him to see everything. Your skin glisten from the water droplets that were kissing your soft skin; your wet hair was elegantly slicked back down on your back. He can perfectly picture your fingers slowly combing your hair as you take your bath.

"Jakey!" Jake internally flinched when he heard your cheerful voice. He look straight into your eyes as though he wanted to read your mind. 'fuck it!' He cursed before taking you by surprise, kissing you as if there was no tomorrow and to his surprise, you respond. He thought you'll scream at him, even slap him but no you fucking open your lips for him.

You groaned on his lips, hands snaking into jake's neck while he push your weight agasint the now closed bathroom door. He pushes his knee closer to you, practically letting you grind your core onto it by yourself.

"Look at that, flower. Do you want jakey touching you?" You nodded but jake decided it wasn't enough. "Use your words" He growled taking in your flushed face. "Mmm- I do want you touching me, jakey" You replied breathlessly on his neck. Jake's hand tug at the flimsy white towel causing it to drop and completely flash your bare body in his eyes. Jake cursed taking in the sight in front of him. He felt a surge of hot blood flowing through his veins and then to the very tip of his dick. Not now. Have patience, jake. Fuck.

He let himself touch you. His hands travelling down your soft skin, even flicking your nipples with his tongue.

"Can you ride my face, flower? I'll promise jakey will make you feel good."

It's been a week since that stunt the two of you pulled. After making you cum with his mouth, nothing more than that happened again in your disappointment, but that didn't stopped Jake in making advances. Giving subtle and not so subtle touches here and there. Grabbing your boobs just fine and saying it was all an accident. Or, that he wants to give you a massage and that came with a super close massage on your inner thighs giving accidental touched on your clothed pussy.

But then, you were still all smiles to him, as if nothing happened. So good in just receiving what he gives. Even closing your eyes whenever a certain touch got more desperate than the earlier ones but then again, you were receiving it innocently. As if being touched like this by your step brother is just a normal thing. As if your pussy didn't shake from the pleasure he just gave you the first day you moved in.

It was the start of summer vacation and instead of going with your parents, you decided to not go and stay in the country with him. With an excuse of wanting to have a brother-sister bonding and giving them their own 'time' together. That's a nice thing to say, right? No suspicions.

As the day progress, so is Jake's touches. Today is no different. Both of you in the theater room, watching a movie that both of you knew was long unnoticed for. The room was large enough for 20 people but despite the wide selection of comfy sofa, you decided that sitting on Jake's lap was the comfiest.

Nothing happened after you did, except from the 'accidental' grinding of your hips as you try to find a 'comfy position', both of you keep on watching together after that with occasional munch and drink from the food you ready.

Things escalated when you decided to step up your game, grabbing Jake's timid hands and putting it on your tummy making sure he was touching you directly on your skin. That's the reason why you wear a loose crop top shirt and a matching skirt with a cotton shorts that's thin enough to be called undies.

It seems like the man understand your purpose. He silently though shamelessly touched where you needed him to. He didn't react when he realized you're not wearing anythhng underneath, trying to keep his cool. Trying not to push you down and fuck you like an animal with no regards if you'll get hurt or not. That's what you should get for trying to push your luck but instead, the thing he pushed is your top. Pushing the material just enough on top of your breast for an easy access. The only thing he didn't do is touch you down there. Just a few inner thigh strokes wouldn't make the cut and you knew that he knew that, you're not the one whose feeling inadequately and deprived, the tent in his pants screams the same. And it feels like he was doing this on purpose whether he's teasing you or himself.

"I'm sleepy now, jakey..." You mumbled turning around to him before kissing the corner of his lips— you don't have a problem kissing him directly on the lips? — then pulling down your top which stopped his hands. "Goodnight" That's the last thing you said before walking to your room, the wetness in between your legs reminds you evidently of your step brother.

It was late at night, dreams are starting to work their way onto you albeit slowly, "Hey, flower..." The bed dipped and you heard a sound of shuffling from behind. "You asleep?"

You hummed, hoping it will be enough to answer his question. No, you're not. How can you, when you spend the last hours fantasizing about your stepbrother. Your finger weren't even enough to make you calm down. You still wanted more.

"Can't fall asleep"

"Can I help you fall asleep? Hmm, flower?" Jake whispered nuzzling by your neck as you lay on your back.

"Yes please", When the confirmation came out, jake couldn't help but groan. How can you be such a good, good, good girl just for him?

"Okay, just relax... let— jakey do his thing" That's the last thing you heard before a pair of hands travelled across your body, touching and kneading with lust and need. So tender and gentle with matching butterfly kisses over your clothes.

Jake pushed your top upwards, revealing your breast that never fails to make him hard. It's not small and not so big, just enough... just perfect fit whenever he let his hands cupped it. Now his mind is wandering to how it would bounce as you ride him. He can't keep himself from touching it after the fact that you silently give him a go signal to have his way on them earlier. And, just like earlier, it immediately respond by how fast it hardened.

His hands then continues that stopped at your waist, massaging it before making you open your legs, having it settle on either side of his body. Jake pushed closely, kissing your inner thighs with affection. Feeling his hot breath near your core made goosebumps rise on your skin. It took him some time before finally deciding to pull the material to the side that covers your nakedness.

"Shit—" He lowly cussed. Your eyes opened at that, peaking over him wordlessly asking what happened. "No panties, flower?"

"It's comfy..."

He snickers, eyes sparkling as he look down on you, "No, we both know that's not true flower." Not when you're this wet. "I bet you're waiting me to do this... hm?" You felt a finger tracing your slit, gently... softly, painfully as if a wind just traced your wetness just to tease you. "Just like earlier at the theater room?

"No teasing... jakey, please"

"Sorry, flower. Can't help myself. Is this all for me? Because of me?" And again, the tip of his finger ghosted over your line. You desperately chased it, unconsciously raising your hips just to let his warmth touch you.

Jake hummed, finally letting your wetness coat his fingers. Firmly rubbing your slit with the pad of his middle finger, making sure that every thrust would send pleasure on your clit. Wetness never stopped, the same time whimpers came out of your mouth.

And so, he let the same finger thrust inside. Slowly, having his finger feel the hotness from your walls before adding another digit. You moaned in response when he stared pumping it, can't keep himself from smiling just from the feeling of your walls. "...just my fingers, baby, and your pussy won't let it leave."

Jake let himself watch as you give yourself away for the pleasure. Look at you, writhing in pure bliss. What can your parents say when they know that the only time they can hear your voice raise was the time you where moaning in pleasure as your brother fingers you? Bet you can even be louder when it's his dick that do the work.

Your arms snake around his neck pulling him closer to enclose him with a kiss that jake gladly took, fighting for dominance that he's clearly winning. The same thing he wanted to do, dominate you.

Moans become louder as well as your breaths became heavier. Jake picked up his pace, finger you as he played your breast with his mouth. Can't have them go unnoticed, he love the way your boobs move as he fingers you. Your walls started tightening, and so is jake's cock twitch inside his boxers. With his fingers still thrusting, jake finally felt your orgasm.

He immediately dived down your pussy, licking your juices wholeheartedly as you whimper from how good he was making you feel.

"I want more, jakey...please"

Jake lick your pussy one last time before looking at you. Trying to fight the smirk that keeps making its way on his lips when he heard despiration in your voice, then faking the sadness in his face is just an easy thing to do.

"But I can't flower. I can't possibly do that to you. We know the rules right?" Jake keeps pushing your buttons, he should be. It's about time you choose, right? But, maybe he can have his way just this night. "I don't even know if you really wanted this. You're the one who told me that rule."

"But— I do. I want to. Let's forget that rule. I... I don't know what I'm saying that time" You replied breathlessly. And, jake felt he just win the lottery. He really had you where he needed. Letting you realize on your own that you want him as much as he wants you. Making you want the same thing you think should be forbidden from the start of this god forsaken relationship

"You really want me to help you, flower? Is that the reason why you eagerly wanted to spend your vacation in my house? You even rejected the idea of switzerland with our parents just so you can be here."

You tried to nod but stopped, he wouldn't like that. "Yes, I do. please." Trying to make your voice clear, but failed miserably just from the orgasm you had a few minutes ago.

"but how can I do that to you? you haven't even seen my cock yet. What if it scares you?" Jake continues to ask. His voice can make people believe that he's really concerned but the small patch of precum staining his boxer says otherwise.

"Let me see it. I promise I can take it." He hummed kissing your forehead before pulling you to sit up as he let himself do the same on the bed. "Then, take it out flower. Come on, here..." Jake guide your hand on top of his clothed tent, before using his to support his body weight as he watched you intently.

You give it an experimental squeeze, and jake can't help but groaned. "It's— hard..." You then pulled the material down, you didn't even need to pull his cock out when it willingly revealed itself to you. "...and big"

The man giggled from your reaction. "That's all you, baby. That's because of you." He whispered tracing your cheeks as you keep your eyes on his dick in awe.

"I did this?" Jake nodded, "That's why you should take responsibility. Now, how about giving it attention? Let's say a few licks? A kiss? Maybe, a thing or two from what you always do to that lollipop I gave you last time. Your call, flower. Just don't bite it okay? You don't want jakey to bleed to death, don't you?"

You laughed lowly, you certainly don't want to hurt jake. That's the last thing you want to do, the first thing being the want to pleasure him like the way he does to you.

You gave it a few pump. Jake was thick, with an average length. The tip is pink, balls are in same color, and gosh, he has the most beautiful and clean looking cock. Not that you seen others, jake wouldn't let you do that, of course. But then again, you decided that you don't want to do that. Not when you knew that Jake's is enough. It was standing proud in front of you, waiting just like it's owner who's watching you intently.

Your tongue then make in contact with his tip, giving it a few lick, earning confidence before you finally take the first few parts inside your mouth. "ah shit, flower... fuck! that mouth..." And from the looks of it, you're doing a good job. Your tongue swirled with his length as you tried to get accustomed on bobbing your head.

"Hmm... just like that. Tighten your throat for me flower. Yes— yes! fuck. You suck like a fucking whore."

You finally got your own pace, sucking him just the way he like as his tip clashed on your throat learning to take advantage of it as you tighten the cavern, earning more praises from jake. His words together with his hand on top of your head pushing you gently but firmly on his dick feels like he's testing your limits and it's working, it even sends waves of pleasure down your pussy. You can feel it embarrassingly clenching to nothing which didn't go unnoticed to the man.

"Gonna cum, flower... gonna fill up that filthy mouth with my cum. Then I'll kiss you, letting myself taste my own cum from your lips before spitting it again on your mouth so you can swallow it. You like that hm?" He is so dirty but you like it just from the way you moaned while his cock is practically seeking pleasure on your mouth. His dick twitch on your throat the same time jake's hand pushed your head further down causing you to gagged from his tip. Thought he'll get angry but guess that just added to his pleasure.

You let him keep you in that positon for a few seconds, only pulling out when you felt his hands finally stopped pushing you down. Jake cums a lot, majority of it swim straight away down your throat knowing your last circumstance while some of it still manage to fill your mouth with some escaping down your neck and into his lap.

"Sorry, flower. Keep myself waiting for you for two weeks now" Jake whispered taking your hand before pulling you closer to him as you tried to swallow his cum, which you gagged embarrassingly but still manage to do so. The man laughed settling the two of you in a more comfy position, with his back now on the headboard and you straddling his lap.

"Don't have to force yourself to swallow it..." He said pinching your chin in affection before tracing the line of cum on your neck up to the side of your mouth before enveloping you in a messy kiss that you gladly respond with. Jake groaned when he tasted himself on your mouth, his hands started travelling on your body not leaving a spot untouched. He then break the kiss before swiftly pulling your top off of you, attacking your chest as his next target.

You whined in response, arching your back to make your nipples closer to his attention. "Ja-jakey...?" His cock made its presence known when it hardened again, poking on your pussy when you're directly sitting on it. "Feel that flower? Told you it's all because of you" Jake said in a matter of fact tone, licking your neck before sucking a spot on it intended to leave something. "Bet it can slide right inside just from how wet you are, flower." And it's true, the only thing stopping his dick from sliding inside is the presence of your cotton shorts.

"But we can't do that, knowing that your a virgin. You can get hurt if we do that..." Jake's words started to get drowned when you started grinding your hips, creating the friction in between, desperately holding... chasing something.

"No need to do that, up" You immediately stand up on the bed, gripping his shoulder for support as he started pulling the last piece of clothing you had with ease then making you straddle him once more.

You gasped when you did so. It was much more different when feeling him skin to skin, feeling the warmth, coating his dick with your wetness. "You're making me crazy, flower." His hand came on your waist guiding your hips to keep grinding on his cock. Your juices and his precum mixing heavenly tainting your folds. Jake then felt you kneeled, taking his cock on your hand before lining it on your hole.

He knew it wouldn't work but he let you, he can tend to the problem later. For now, let him feel you despite your stubbornness. You slowly sink on him, but it won't work. Is it because his thick? Maybe you're just that scared? Or, because of the itching pain that keeps scratching on your core as you forced yourself down his tip. But, you still want more.

"Jakey, I can't... I don't think this will work"

"Then let me? Would you let me do the work, flower?"

"Yes" With that, Jake pushed you down. Laying you on the bed before hovering on top of you. He took his cock, slapping it on top of your tummy, measuring how far it can go if he'll make you take him full. And it goes down your navel, fuck. That's so hot. You even felt it twitch again, his precum leaving a stain on your belly button. Even gigling as you touch his tip to get some precum and licking it with your tongue, which jake groaned.

He then let the tip scratched up and down on your folds, making sure he'll hit your clit everytime that makes you flinch in pleasure. When he had enough, jake then push your legs revealing your pussy to him in more ways one can imagine.

"Keep this open, okay?" He reminded as he tapped on your legs, "This will hurt for awhile but I know that you can take it." He kissed you again now in comfort, "You ready?"

You nodded your head, as you felt his tip slowly sliding in. When the whole tip was in, jake stopped looking at you reminding you to take a deep breath. And you did, you felt yourself relaxed ready to take another inch but the next thing you knew, jake immediately shoved his cock inside in one swift move.

"Fuck!" He cursed at the same time you screamed. "Ahh! It hurts, jake... shit, Why did you do that?" Tears now staining your eyes, the pain on your core still evident. "I'm sorry, flower. It would still hurt otherwise, why not have it in one go."

"Fuck..." You whispered, trying your best not to move or even breath.

Jake kissed your lips, then giving kisses all over your face "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He's apologizing but you both knew he never really meant it. Not when,

"Hmm, you don't have any idea how long I waited for this, y/n..." The pain started to subside from the way jake's thumb circled your clit that the matched with his small thursts. The diversion of your attention from the pain to the pleasure that jake is doing is deemed effective. It didn't took long before your voice started to build up to a whimper. You even grinding your body on your own now, "Move, jakey..."

He gladly do so. Jake started pulling out before thrusting right back in. He looked on the way his cock disappear from your pussy, clearly seeing the lines of blood on the edge of his gun and it turns him on even further.

"You're making me crazy, i swear. So, fucking crazy!" Jake's thrusts picked up its pace and so does your moan. The night was calm and silent but there's another story going on inside your room. The four corners of walls echoes the harsh slapping of skins, curses, groans, and moans.

"Jakey... ugh, jake! Yeeah..." Lewd noise continues to dominate and no one will care. No one will disturb the two of you. You can scream and cursed all you want and you'll never worry about a thing.

"Does it feel good, huh? Yeah, flower? Does my cock makes you feel good? Now, I can fuck you like a slut you truly are." The pleasure is intense. He keeps hitting your sweet spots without fail. His weight on top of you, his voice, his smell, his looks all mixed together in every thrust he make to push this pure bliss on you. You wanted him You needed him.

You can't even think straight now, the only thing your brain can think of is his cock rutting inside you and how you want it to keep going.

"Flower's now dumb with my cock? Bet you can't even function now without me fucking your pussy everyday. You like that? You like it if I'll fill you up with my cum? Have you walk outside with my cum running down your legs?" Jake laughed when you moaned in response, the unfocused look on your eyes as well as the way you clutching the sheets and your pillow is enough answer for him.

"Or, should I just make you pregnant? Right, make you carry my babies all night long. I'll fuck you every chance I get. I'll never leave you alone, not even for a second... ugh— will fuck you in the kitchen, fuck you while you wash the dishes or just doing the laundry. I'll even fuck you while we dine, will eat you out instead the dinner you cook before fucking you and cumming inside you again. And when you're pregnant, I'll still keep fucking you. I'll wait as your breast—" He harsly cupped your right boob before squeezing it, "becomes full with milk then I'll gladly drink it as I fuck you again and again until the baby is born. Our parents wouldn't even know that I'm the one who'll impregnated you, flower."

"Jakey... please,"

"You really think I'll let you go after this? I'll make sure you'll keep on coming back. Your my own personal slut, and sluts keep their pussy open for use whenever I like."

"Yes, yes. I'm yours, j-just yours jakey!" Jake pushed your legs further down to open, his calloused hands firmly pinning it on place as he desperately chase your high as well as his. "Fuck, flower... your tight—" It'll leave a bruise, and both of you knew it but doesn't care. Jake loves to leave his mark on you in anyway possible, and this is just one way after a few more ways he can think of, not that you mind.

"Uh, sh— I think I'm..."

Jake's thrust didn't stop even after you cummed, he keeps on rutting his cock inside even making you work for your third climax of the night as he chase that fine inkling of orgasm that keeps hiding away from him. Pleasure was on but he still finding something... more. And, it didn't took long before he finally got it. Groaning with his eyes closed as his thrust goes frantic before feeling his cum mixing with yours in painting your walls. He moaned in contentment as he reached his peak, laughing breathlessly after the stunt.

Jake gives you a kiss, more passionate and sweet. The harsh and desperate movement nowhere to be found as he keep his cock inside you with small thrust, as if he's keeping his cum from escaping your womb.

"You really want me pregnant?" You whispered after chuckling. Can't deny that you don't want anything other than his dick inside you. "I believe, I clearly expressed my opinion about that earlier flower"

You felt him pulled out, the same time you felt a hot line dripping down your hole. Jake on the other hand traced the line of cum before pushing it back on your whole that made you laughed.

"Jakey! You know that we can't..." The man pulled the covers on both of your body. Jake made himself comfy beside you his fingers tracing circles on your upperbody. "Why not? We're not the same blood and our parents can stay whenever they are if you want. Then, no one will stop us."

"You can do that?" You asked, hands busy playing with his hair. Jake simply answered yes. You don't know the things he can do much more the things his money can do. He can do that if you wanted him to. Maybe, you two will just get a call one day about an allegedly 'accident' that your parents are involved into.

Jake can do things. Hell this is much more easier compared to the things he did just to make you completely his. And, the parents will just be a small 'disturbance' for him. For now, he'll just let them have their fun on another country away from you or him. They wouldn't get hurt with the things they wouldn't know, do they?

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© hrdenha | 2024

#masterlist! #sim jaeyun #im back with another stepbrother series #cant get enough with jake most esp after watching his vlog #so here you go #one dirty and shamless stepbrother jake #enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #lee heeseung #park sunghoon #jake x reader #park jongseong

[aesthetic-bbyg]

SWEETNESS ~ BUGGY

LA!buggy x straw hat!reader

Based off of this post bc it made me giggle PT 2

Nattie speaks: y’all this mf clown has no right to be so fine but LAWRD. I’d do anything just for one lick. This is short nd simple but cute🤭

ZORO DRAGGED HIS FEET across the wooden floors of the Going Merry, ignoring the muffled screeching of the clown head inside the dark sack as he set his eyes on thing. Nightfall was approaching, everyone on the ship wanted some rest, yet nobody was getting any with the constant whining of Buggy. The green haired man pushed open your door, making you jumped slightly as you looked towards him with a raised brow.

“I give up, all yours now.” Zoro voiced practically dripped in annoyance, he tossed the sack across the room, making it land onto the soft cushion of your bed before slamming the door behind him.

You could hear groans coming from the sack, “Damn you, you fucking broccoli-haired ass!” You chuckled softly, putting down the comb you had in your hand and walking towards the scruffy bag. As you released the clown head he sighed in content, breathing in the fresh scent of berries that engulfed the room. “Ah, sweetness, so good to see you!”

“Nice to see you too, Buggy.” You giggled, “You doing alright there?” You asked, smiling a bit as the man got comfortable on your bed.

“Much better now that I have you in front of me.” He winked with a flirtatious smirk on his red painted lips. “I definitely thought he was going to put me with that weird chef guy again so he could chop me into piece and cook me or something.”

“Looks like you got lucky today.” You smirked back, grabbing him and placing him on the small vanity, going back to combing through your hair. Buggy was a simple man, with simple needs, especially since his whole body was gone. The angle his head was facing gave him more fuel into his dirty thoughts. His eyes directly faced your chest, eyes captured on the line of cleavage peeking from the low cut tank top you had on. He was hypnotized by you, for the first time since he was taken by Luffy and placed on the ship to sail away to Arlong island he’d gone completely silent.

You simply hummed, clueless of how the clown shifted slightly to get a closer view. You suddenly let out a huff, dropping the comb and looking over at the clown. “Y’know, I like having you around here, you totally make me feel special and even though the rest of the crew might really, really not like you, know I’m on your side.”

“Mhmm.” Buggy hummed in response, eyes hungrily watching you. “I appreciate that, sweetness.”

You smiled. “You hungry?” You stood up and took him in your arms, cradling him carefully like he was a baby. The blue hairs that peaked from under the striped bandana tickled your skin.

Buggy enjoyed being around you, especially since you were so generous and careful with him, the others simply tossed him into the sack or an empty barrel whenever he even spoke. But you, you fed him, you defended him, you took care of him and did the exact opposite of what everyone else did. “I’m hungry for one thing, that’s for sure, sweetness.” The clown replied, eyes still clued onto your tits as you entered the small kitchen.

“Hey, maybe we can brush through that tangled mess once we get a quick snack.” You replied giddily with a big smile, “Hey, and wanna know another thing—“ You heard a string of groans follow as soon as you stepped into the room with Buggy.

“I gave him to you specifically to get away from him.” Zoro groaned, making Sanji nod in agreement.

“I’ll be out soon, stop your whining.” You replied with a roll of your eyes, reaching for the basket of fruit and picking out two apples. You picked up a knife and cutting board, quickly going to work and chopping up a few apple slices. “So as I was saying, nobody has ever taken me seriously, which why I also like you, you don’t make fun of me which is what many others do.”

Zoro and Sanji glanced at eachother with questioning looks as you proceeded with your mini rant, both of them making eye contact with the clown head that smirked at them, a cheeky look in his eyes.

“But I mean, Luffy chose me to be a part of his crew so obviously I can be more, I’m not dumb, and I feel like more people need to take me seriously.”

“Hey.” The clown smirked as he watched your every move, finally speaking up about his slight obsessing with your chest. “Nice tits.”

“Thank you!” You happily replied with a smile, placing the slices on a clean plate and taking Buggy back to your room as everyone stared in shock. “Goodnight boys!”

“Yeah, goodnight fellas!” Buggy called out, and if only he’d had the rest of his body he’d most definitely be given them a middle finger.

“How is it that a clown can do better at getting that girl then me?” Sanji muttered in annoyance.

Forever will live, love, and laugh Buggy

yummy, I <3 men who are bbyg’s

#buggy is my man #buggy the clown #buggy the genius jester #buggy x reader #buggy thoughts #one piece #one piece show #one piece live action #buggy smut #captain buggy #buggy one piece #buggy

[hyperactively-me]

Okay But this scenario:

(Y/N) and King! Ghost: *making out behind a bookcase in the royal library*

Soap, walking in the library: Your Majesty?

(Y/N): *shoves Simon off of her* it’s soap!

Simon, still holding onto her hips: Ow :(

(Y/N): *whispering* what’s soap going to think if he finds the king like this with me?

Simon: hmmm…lucky king?

(Y/N): *starts slapping his arm with one hand while she uses the other to readjust her dress.* SIMON!

teehee, this is a good one!! thank you for the idea 🙏

You were supposed to be studying right now, but Simon had other plans in mind. The plans in mind included being pressed up against the side of a bookshelf in the far corner of the royal library. A few books had fallen off the shelf when he walked you backwards until you hit the wooden obstacle, and he took the liberty of basically placing his whole body weight up against you as he pawed at you. 

You had tried to protest at first, saying how inappropriate this was, but as soon as he put his lips on yours, you were a goner.

"Si- Simon, not now," you scold as you grip your book tighter, his fingers caressing your cheeks gently.

You had gotten up to go find another book, searching through the bookshelves methodically. Simon was trailing behind you like a lost puppy, fingers grazing your waist every time you stopped.

"Really, I'm busy," you say, not as firm this time as he starts to squeeze your flesh. You try so hard to ignore it, but you're slowly giving in.

"Are you?"

He grasps your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, pulling your gaze away from the spines of books.

"Y- yes?" you squeak, your focus being pulled solely towards Simon.

Before you know it, he's kissing you, pulling your body flush against his. He had rucked your dress up, palming and squeezing your ass as he swallowed your kisses with his tongue. You groan lightly as you push yourself on him, his large hand grabbing your hips, trying to yank you against his thigh. 

A small moan escapes your throat as he kneads your skin, tongue shoved deep inside your velvety mouth. 

"Your majesty?" a voice calls out. Soap's voice. Oh fuck.

Immediately you start to shove Simon off you, pushing him back with all the strength you could muster up. He tilts his body in an instant, shielding you from view from the direction of the voice, just in case. You try to push him off again, but he refuses to let go, hands still firmly fastened on your hips. 

"What is Soap gonna think if he finds us like this?" you whisper yell, gripping onto his arm.

"Hmm...lucky king?" he responds quietly as he licks his lips, the lilt in his voice borderline cocky. 

Your mouth falls open at his response, and with feigned anger, you slap his bicep to let go of you.

"Simon! Now is not the time for jokes," you reprimand, your face growing warm, swatting his arm like an angered cat. 

"'S not a joke, but okay," he smirks at you, giving your ass a final squeeze before backing off. 

You smooth out your dress and hair as fast as you can, making sure you look presentable enough. Simon, the lucky bastard, looked perfectly normal. Clothes all in place, save for his slightly messy hair. He could write it off so easily as just forgetting to comb his hair, though. Why does he look so fucking perfect all the time, you think to yourself. 

"How do I look?" you whisper, patting your dress down a final time.

"Fuckable."

You just stand there. Horny fucking bastard. If your cheeks weren't warm before, they were on fire now. And his words definitely don't stop you from feeling a certain wetness between your thighs. You clear your throat loudly as you turn to move towards Soap's voice. 

"Goodbye, Simon," you say brushing past him, clutching onto your dress so you can speed walk away to Soap. 

Eh, she'll get used to that, he thinks to himself with a smirk, following behind you.

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(masterlist)

#i couldn't resist #lol #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon “ghost” riley x reader #simon “ghost” riley x you #hyperactivelyme

[sinnadone]

[Image description: a fifteen-panel digital Supernatural fan-comic, which begins with the last ever shot of the show, of Sam and Dean Winchester gazing wistfully over a river while leaning on the railing of a bridge with the Impala in the background, as the camera floats up and away from them. The four panels depicting this recede into darkness, which continues for a bit, until it is interrupted by the sound effect of a snap and dissolves to show the brothers waking up on the floor of a motel room, Sam with a headache and Dean with a startled “What the-”. The full, panel-by-panel description is under the read-more.]

Happy anniversary! here’s how gabriel can still win

[Image description, panels 1-4: the last ever shots of the show, receding into darkness until it is interrupted with a snap.

Panels 5-6: the darkness fades away to show Dean bolting awake with a cut-off yell of “What the-”. He is on the wooden floor of a motel room with a dark green-and-brown interior. Sam is on the same floor, in the background to Dean’s left, propped up on one elbow and touching his forehead with a wince. “Hell...?”, continues Dean, quieter, as his hand hovers over where the rusty rebar should be sticking out of his chest, finding nothing of the sort. In the meanwhile, Sam notices that the skin on his hand looks as young as the day Dean last died.

Panel 7: the brothers turn to each other in silent disbelief.

Panel 8: a voice from off-screen draws their attention to the upper left: “A terrifying little nightmare, wasn’t it?” They face the direction, Sam with shock and Dean with a raised eyebrow.

Panel 9: the camera turns 180% degrees to reveal Gabriel, casually laid out on top of the motel room’s desk, looking down at them with a smirk. His torso’s propped up with an elbow, both legs slightly bent, one parallel and one perpendicular to the desk’s surface. The hand of the arm doing the propping up is hanging off the edge of the desk and holding a can on whipped cream, while the other hand is leaning on his raised knee. On the wall behind Gabriel is a large framed painting of many golden wings. He continues, “This is where the fuck you’d be without Cas, blah blah blah...” . The panel stretches down to include the space under the desk, a bit of the floor and the Winchesters’ legs up to the knees.

Panels 10-11: a close-up on Gabriel as he snaps his fingers and a strawberry pops into existence right over his thumb and index. He sprays a dollop of whipped cream onto it, closing one eye in concentration.

Panels 12-13: the camera moves behind Gabriel, looking over the Winchester brothers staring up at him. Leaning the hand holding the berry back onto his knee, he exclaims: “So saddle up, boys!”. The background goes out of focus as he throws the strawberry into his mouth with a flick of his wrist.

Within a half-circle-shaped panel #14, the dome of it intersected by radiating lines, he savours the taste, smiling with his eyes closed.

The camera zooms in on his face, lit up from below by bright flames he is suddenly surrounded by, eyes glowing gold. Looking down and somewhat at the viewer, he says: “We’re going to Super Hell.” End of the main description, only background details and appearances after this point.

The comic is styled to look as if drawn on dark brown craft paper. It is fully colored but completely unshaded, except for the last drawing of Gabriel surrounded by fire, which features fully rendered lighting and flames. The motel room has dark green walls and dark wooden floor and furniture; on the side of the room closest to Sam is a one-person bed, and on the side closest to Dean is a two-person. All three men are white and vaguely in their thirties-to-forties, and all three are wearing jeans in various shades of blue. Sam has dark shoulder-length hair parted in the middle and wears a dark jacket over a red plaid button-up, Dean has dark blond hair in an Ivy League-type cut and an army-green jacket over a dark T-shirt, and Gabriel has blond combed-back waves and a purple short-sleeved shirt with the top two buttons undone. End of description]

#Supernatural #SPN #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Archangel Gabriel #Gabriel SPN #Superhell #(implied) #Destiel #Castiel #Fanart #Comics #My art #An Addendum #Supernatural Finale #Supernatural fix it #S15E20

[luna0713hunter]

Kiss me where it hurts the most

Zoro Roronoa x reader

Summary : sometimes,things happen and hearts break. Sometimes,everyone need a good cry. But maybe hiding away and crying alone,away from your boyfriend wasnt a good idea.

Warnings : none,just hurt/comfort,reader is having a hard time,break downs and panic attacks,soft zoro,fluff

For anyone who's having a rough time :) hope u get well soon

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Leaning against the wooden wall of the storage room,you calmly sit down and try to make yourself as comfortable as you possibly can in the small space behind the stored boxes. You try to be as quiet as possible;not wanting to make any noise and wake someone up.

You didnt want to be found just yet.

You knew what you were doing wasnt actually wrong;after all,its only human nature wanting to hide away and have a little alone time. But for some reason,you felt guilty. Guilty for running away from your friends' help,and your boyfriend's concerned gaze.

It was too much.

Your life wasnt all sunshine and flowers,thats why you chose to join the StrawHats and sail away; hoping that maybe becoming a pirate,may solve your problems. But boy,you were wrong.

Problems seem to sail with you as well. And no matter how hard you tried to bottle everything up,at some point,it was bound to break,and break you as well. So when everything became too much,you skipped dinner,told your boyfriend that you're tired and instead of resting,you found a secret spot in the storage room to calm down.

And when the first tear rolled down your cheek,you knew you were screwed;once your tears start, there's no stopping them.

You hands tightly press against your mouth as you squeeze your eyes shut and try to muffle your cries. Everything feels so heavy. Too fucking much. You have no idea what finally triggered your breaking,but whatever it was,it fucked you up good.

You lower your head and rest your forehead against your knees;since when life became so complicated? sure,ever since you remembered,you understood way too much,more than your age. You were always the kid trying to make everyone feel better,helping them and be a shoulder they could lean or cry on. But ironically,no one ever did the same for you.

So when your own boyfriend,Zoro,tried to make you talk,of course you shut him out;not understanding why he would waste his time listening to your nonsense. You were fine,maybe feeling a bit down and suffocating,but you were fine.

You wouldn't want Zoro to leave you after all with your problems-

Zoro would only hate you-

Who we would want someone with so many baggage after all?

Trying desperately to shut up the voices in your head,you wrap your arms around your head to cover your ears;so when a pair of rushes footsteps hurry toward you,of course you dont hear.

You jerk shakily,your eyes snapping open when a pair of hands settle on your shoulder and squeeze with a small amount of pressure;trying to ground you and make you look at him.

Him

Your lips wobble as your eyes lock with Zoro's;and with a sudden rush of panic,you try to push him away.

He doesn't move.

"Y/n," his voice is thick, heavier than always, " whats wrong?"

When you dont answer and choose to bite your lips until they almost bleed,with a sudden move, he's pulling you to his chest

"babe,tell me what the fuck is wrong. I swear I'll fix it."

And thank god your face is buried in Zoro's chest;because as soon as those words leave his mouth, you're breaking down again.

Your sobs are loud and heartbreaking to anyone listening,and you feel Zoro's arms squeezing you tighter. You wrap your own arms around his back,and burry your face more in his shirt;taking in his soothing scent.

Zoro always smelled liked rain,apples and freshly cutted grass.

"baby girl," his voice is soft as he rubs up and down your back;one hand combing through your hair, "dont cry. Tell me whats wrong. Who hurt you? I'll kill them myself."

"just," your throat feels hoarse after crying so much,but you manage to get out few words, "stay. Dont go."

And Zoro never denies you anything.

So you just sit there. Half in Zoro's lap,with your arms wrapped around his neck,and your face buried in his neck. His hands never once stop rubbing your back,and for someone not a fan of talking,he never stops his sweet words and gentle praises.

For you,Zoro is always a different man.

After a long time,when you're finally calmed down and tired from all the crying,Zoro leans his back against the wooden wall and pulls you completely in his lap to cradle you against his chest. Your eyes are heavy when you look up at him

"sleepy?"

And after a nod from you, your eyes fall shut when his presses his lips to your forehead.

"then sleep. We can talk when you're awake."

With another nod,you close your eyes and fall asleep. And strangely,you dont dream of anything.

#one piece live action x reader #one piece x reader #opla zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #opla zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x reader

[sonder-paradise]

𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐎𝐡, 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦 — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭

◊ ft. kazuha, cyno, wanderer, gn!reader

◊ genre. fluff, infuriating love, accidental confessions

◊ a/n. based off that tik tok audio that goes “oh, i hate him! but, oh, how i love him”

— 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚

oh there was something just so infuriating about kazuha sometimes. he runs through your mind in a wafting haze and despite his sweet, charming smile, you see the way he teases you. the way he brushes his fingers against your cheek, asking with an innocent smile if you're alright.

"are you sure you wouldn't like some assistance?"

you can see the laughter in his perfect eyes and you pull back. he's just so charismatic, just so lovely, just so... so annoying!

the one night you're not with him, you're speaking with the wind. it combs back your hair with whispy fingers and tells you to spill your secrets.

"oh, i can't stand that man sometimes!" you sigh, "he's too charming for his own good!"

kazuha smiles to himself, sitting in the branches above. he sends a flickering leaf down to you, but you pay it no attention as it kisses your head.

"but i suppose that's why i love him..."

with that, he tumbles from the tree's lofty wooden arms and stands before you. your eyes widening before he's reaching out to seemingly cusp your face.

"y/n... you've got something in your hair."

his hand flickers to the leaf settled on your head and you stare at him in vast awe. oh, he truly is just so annoying!

— 𝐂𝐲𝐧𝐨

bursting into your bedroom, you flung your items from your travels to and fro. frustration pulses through your mind before you settle on the sofa nearby, plopping down and clutching a throw pillow.

that bothersome general mahamatra! you stared at the pool of items you had thrown onto the floor. everything you carried during your brief travel with him.

"how can one man be so oblivious?!"

from the shadows of the doorway, cyno peers inside. he questioned your odd behavior early this evening, but never had he thought he was the root of your problem.

"ooh! i hate him! i hate him!"

cyno's stunned; frozen to his feet. you dislike him that strongly? the throw pillow in your hands flies towards the door behind which he stands and for the first time in a long time, cyno flinches hearing its impact.

"but, god, i can't hate him," you sigh, "not when he's so..." the words drift away from you but cyno catches them. he wants to, anyways.

and he feels his cheeks warm.

he peeks in through the doorway, watching as you stand to pick up the pillow. you're a mere couple of inches away from him and his heart races in a way he's never felt before.

and suddenly, he's staring into your eyes and—

"...cyno?"

ah, could a heart potentially stop this way?

— 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫

you could not believe that such a horrific nuisance of a man claimed a piece of your heart. you stared at the white handkerchief Scaramouche had handed you earlier.

how pretentious he sounded whilst clicking his tongue and wiping away your scratches and wounds after a rather nasty fight. his scolding felt like acid against your skin.

yet, the way he gently wiped your cheek and dabbed away the caked-up blood embedded on your fingers...

you crumpled the clean handkerchief in the palm of your hand. you wouldn't... you couldn't...

frowning, you held the handkerchief to your face, trying not to remember the way he stroked back your hair just so he could get a better look at you.

"fuck...!"

"what's got you in such a shitty mood?"

the very man you were cursing arrived at your side, smirking somewhat at your rather erratic behavior.

"what're you doing here?" you grumbled, narrowing your eyes at him.

"i'm here for you."

your eyes widened, your breath got caught in the back of your throat, your mouth opened and you—

"Not literally you though. Just to get back my handkerchief."

This little...!

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[sashiavi]

Puppy!Sam guarding me after I end up carrying his pups? He’s just being a good boy!

He is such a good boy :(

Warnings : 18+ Smut | PuppyBoy!Sam | hybrids | pregnancy | descriptions of pregnant body | cum eating | creampie | Smut Under The Cut |

Puppy!Boy Sammy who got a little carried away one night, breeding up your pussy from the back over and over, rocking the bed frame hard into the wooden panel walls of your farmhouse bedroom.

He's just so delighted to find out you're going to have a litter of his puppies! Just imagining your belly swelling up over the coming months has him wagging his fluffy tail.

Oh, Puppy!Sam would be so protective of you. Shamelessly wrapping his arms around you from behind, stuffing his face into the curve of your neck and inhaling sharply. He'd absolutely prohibit you from the deep and scary mines, the most he'd let you touch is the quarry, and even then he doesn't trust that rickety minecart to bring you back safely.

Poor Dusty would tilt his head in confusion at the awful grumble Sam gives him on your way to the Tavern, arms protectively around you in a heated one sided stand off.

Silly Puppy!Sam who gets defensive when Shane makes a one off attempt at small talk with Sam, asking how you're going with everything. The glare the older man receives is enough to force him into the freezer for the rest of the shift.

Sweet Puppy!Sam would insist on helping you whenever he could. Combing your hair, making you dinner, bathing you in the tub.

Poor Puppy!Sammy can't hold himself back at the sight of your swollen achey tits, nipples pert and hard from the cool night breeze, accentuated so lovely by the sudsy bubbles of your bath.

He'd kiss you, lick your neck, bite and nibble into your supple skin. He just can't keep it together, lifting you up in a clumsy princess carry, his eyes zeroing in on the subtle swell of your growing belly squished up by your thighs as he walks you to the bedroom.

He didn't care if his clothes got all wet and soapy, not when his puppy cock strains hard against the fly of his pants.

Puppy!Sam just loves and cares about you so much! Promising he won't be too rough, ensuring he won't hurt you or your tummy, he'll just rub up on you, Kay?

His hand holds his thick, pretty puppy cock right on your swelling clit, angling it perfect on you, sticking subtly with a kiss of his drooley milky pre.

His puppy ears would flatten against his head, tail drooping stiff as he ruts and fucks between your slick folds, watching his pink tip bump your special little spot.

Puppy!Sammy whines and babbles, selfishly begging for praises -

"M' a Good Boy right?"

"Doing a good job? Hnnmph?"

"Gonna b-be careful- promise!"

And he's such a good boy, rubbing your clit with his pudgy fat tip, whimpering sweetly when he spurts his hot spatters of cum all over your pussy. He rides it out on your cunt, biting into his bottom lip with his little pointy canines.

Puppy!Sam doesn't come down easily. He fists at his cock, catching all the dribbly cream he'd dumped on your clit, dragging it down to your twitchy pulsing hole. He'd reassure you - "Jus' the tip.. Kay? Goes here.. belongs here~" He'd babble stupidly.

Poor Puppy!Sam twitches and cries when his fat puppy tip pokes into your warm hole. He promised he wouldn't, really! He didn't wanna hurt you or his pup in your tummy, but how can he resist when you're sucking him in so sweetly?

He'd really try his best to just fuck you with his tip.. Just the tip! But when your soft growing belly jiggles with his motion, when your tits wiggle subtly- poor Puppy!Sam can't help but bottom out and hump up on your cunt, pushing his cum deeper and deeper, slowly but surely urging another hot, creamy load into your weeping pussy. Your pretty pup stuffed body is just too much for him to resist!

Yoba he'd cum and cum again, unloading his seed into your cunt again and again, never learning anything after so many nights of doing it.

Dumb and filthy Puppy!Boy Sam who insists on cleaning you up with his sloppy pink tongue.

His tail wags and throat keens softly as he laps up his own sticky mess, hands pawing over your thighs and hips, massaging your joints while he fucks you again on his mouth. He'd fight the urge to sink his teeth into your cunt, to suckle a bruising mark on your sensitive clit, opting to kiss and smooch up on everything he can get his lips on.

He'd pop up with a smack of his lips and a dopey toothy grin, coming up to nuzzle at your nose, plopping a yucky wet kiss on your lips. A snuggle is in order (after he brushes his teeth)

Puppy!Sam treats his pretty, pregnant mate like a princess, waiting on you, treating your pussy with his cock and tongue, absolutely nurturing you in any way he can~

Property Of : SashiAvi ♡

#ʚ•*°SashiAvi Writes°*•ɞ #stardew sam #stardew farmer #stardew valley smut #stardew valley #sdv sam #sam sdv #sam sdv smut #sdv sam smut #stardew sam x reader #sdv sam x reader #stardew sam smut

[aris-ink]

hide and seek with yan!jungkook except reader is in trouble and if he finds you, let’s just say she won’t be walking the next day. dub con + fear kink + degradation + dacryphilia? (loves seeing her cry idk if you want to add that)

this might be a little different from what you imagined? and I'm a few hours late but happy halloween 🎃

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: strangers to lovers

warnings: where do I begin? mentions of smoking, manipulation, corruption, allusions to kidnapping and stockholm syndrome, dub con, fear kink (including threats of violence), choking, manhandling, degradation, dacryphilia, rough sex, creampie, and aftercare

"Oh baby," he sighed as he threw down his cigarette, crushing it beneath his boot. "You are so fucking predictable."

Slowly, as if time didn't exist for him, he stepped onto the rundown porch, disappearing from your sight. For you time seemed to be running out, the haunting ticking of the old grandfather clock almost taunting you.

You backed away into the thick shadows of the room, your feet careful on the creaky, wooden floorboards. You reached for the doorknob behind you and opened the antique wardrobe, paying no mind to the cobwebs in the corners as you walked inside and shut the door.

If you would have seen this house a few months ago, it would have frightened you. Abandoned and hollow, layered with dust and echoes of ghostly memories. But since you met Jungkook you've learned to make friends with the things in the shadows. The darkness that swallowed you up here was exactly what you needed. It didn't matter if you entered a beast's layer. The beast waiting for you outside was much worse.

You could hear the front door opening downstairs, heavy footsteps trudging forward. You crouched down and forced your mouth to stay shut, no matter how hard it was to breathe. No matter how stale the air, or how bad the anxiety that gripped your throat. Hide and seek was a silent game; you didn't want to know the consequences for breaking the rules.

But somehow, the silence was worse. You could hear the rattle of your heart in your chest, like windows and shutters blown open by a violent wind. You could hear Jungkook's weight making the stairs creak, an unsettling melody that pulsed through your skull. Was there no part of you that he didn't hold in the palm of his hand? No part of your body and soul that hasn't been scratched and marked by his claws?

"You can keep running, baby," his voice rang through the building, sweet and low, like a lullaby. "But you're only running from yourself."

You covered your ears, trying to push the words out of your mind, trying to ignore the fact that his footsteps were getting louder, clearer. How long would it take him to find you?

A sudden gust of hopelessness made you shudder, your eyes burning. Your feet were sore from running. You've spent hours combing through an endless ocean of trees, trying to drown yourself in its cold grip, looking for at least a drop of civilization. Anytime you thought you lost him, you heard him call your name. It echoed through the night, echoed through your bones. When the tiredness began to settle in, it was hard not to accept the fact that even though Jungkook was a monster, he was not a liar. There was no one around to help you. Not for miles. He knew exactly what he was doing when he dragged you to the middle of nowhere.

The moon high up in the sky was your only companion, and you stared at it for too long, with a resentment that made you burn. Was god not supposed to be up there? Did he really abandon his children and let demons roam free?

Maybe he never existed.

You wished you could say that made you feel alone. But Jungkook's presence was like a bony hand crawling up and down your spine. Just when you thought you could walk free, the earth bellow you opened up, and he was right there to drag you under.

"Where are you, sweetheart?" He cooed, his footsteps pausing at the top of the stairs.

You shut your eyes. You could hear more creaking as he stalked through the different rooms. The feeling of hopelessness magnified into despair, completely eclipsing your heart.

This house was your last chance. You managed to escape his shackles only to end up here, about to be caught again. Even though he's held you captive, he has never put a hand on you before. You didn't know what to expect tonight.

A light seemed flicker in your head as more doors opened and closed, Jungkook's soft humming spreading throughout the house.

What did he mean when he said you were only running from yourself? Did he know you were going to end up hiding in this old ruin?

You opened your eyes and felt your hands soften their grip on your ears.

Of course he knew.

Who would know the area better than him? He must have chosen it for a reason. He must have left your door cracked open on purpose. What for? To prove a point? To feed his delusions?

An anger you haven't known before made you feel hot from head to toe, the ice in your veins sizzling. Suddenly you found it much harder to control your breathing, even more so when you heard him open the final door.

Just like that all that separated you from him was a few meters and the thick, old wood of the wardrobe.

He tsked as he entered the bedroom.

"Last chance to come out," he offered. "Aren't you cold, my angel? I just want to take you home."

You resisted the urge to scream, to tell him that his place will never be your home, and that you hated him with every fibre of your being. Instead, you remained silent. Living long enough on the run, even prey could pick up a few tricks from the predator.

Jungkook laughed. It irked you to the core.

"Okay then."

One step, then another. Slowly, ever so slowly, you rose to your feet, dedicated to not making a sound until the very end.

Shuffling; then a sigh.

Then silence.

Through the breaks in the wood, your eyes long adjusted to the dark, you could see his boots stop right in front of the wardrobe.

The ticking of the clock seemed louder, slower, stretching the fabrics of time into eternity.

Tick... tock.

Tick... tock.

The doors flew wide open.

"Got-"

you was knocked out of his lungs when you threw yourself at him, scratching blindly and kicking your feet where they could reach. You were akin to a furious kitten pouncing at a tiger, but it didn't deter you, and neither did the wetness you began to feel dripping down your fingers.

"Fucking hell," Jungkook gritted, the momentary surprise fading quickly as he gripped your wrists, shoving you straight back into the wardrobe with a thud.

You yelped at the impact, your wrists stinging, your head aching from the blow. You weren't quite sure if your eyes welled with tears from the pain, or from how scared and small you suddenly felt next to him.

"Fuck, did I hurt you?"

Dizzy, you looked up at him. His face looked pale and blurry, and you briefly wondered if you misheard him.

It didn't matter. You were so tired of playing games.

"Fuck you!" You spat, though your voice shook, your throat feeling tight. "Let me go, you fucker."

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, exhaling deeply.

"So you didn't hit your head too hard. Good."

Your mouth opened to spit out more insults - what did you have to lose by now, really? - but everything in your brain shortcircuted when he leaned in and kissed you.

You froze for a moment, the weight and the warmth of his lips paralyzing. The tears spilled, as though only now you just realized that this was happening. And you were never going back to a normal life.

Jungkook cooed at you when he felt the wetness, pulling away to wipe your cheeks. Your mind fuzzy, you noted the long, dark streaks your nails left on his neck.

"Is it setting in?" He murmured. "Are you getting it now?"

You blinked, the throbbing in your head dulling, but you still couldn't think straight.

"You're mine," he brushed the next tear away with his lips, soft and gentle. "Only mine."

You shook your head, sniffling quietly. Jungkook grabbed your chin, staring into your eyes.

"Baby, you could run to the end of the world and I would still find you. You know it, and you fucking crave it. Why can't you just let go?"

You frowned, shaking your head more vigorously. Each word out of his mouth felt blasphemous. Like something that shouldn't ever be spoken out loud.

"Mhm," Jungkook purred softly, rubbing his nose along your cheek. "I own you, angel, body and soul. Feels good to be caught, doesn't it? I bet you're fucking soaked."

Your heart jumped to your throat, your nails digging into his hands. He didn't seem to care. There was something feral in his eyes, and it spoke volumes by itself.

"I bet you rubbed that little pussy every night knowing there's no one around and I can do whatever the fuck I want with you."

You gasped, instinctively lifting your knee to kick him, but he caught it between his muscular thighs, tightening his grip on your wrists.

"No!" You snapped, using the last of your strength to trash around, your elbows knocking into the wood behind you. "Let go! You're fucking delusional."

Why were you crying? You hated looking so weak, and how he seemed to delight in it, barely budging at your antics.

"Shut up," he narrowed his eyes, clenching his jaw. "Stop fucking lying."

His tattooed hand gripped your chin again. His lips knocked into yours, uncaring for permission, unaccepting of denial. His fingers dug deep into your cheeks, squishing them.

"Don't try to bite," he hissed. "I'll bite back harder."

You trembled as he pushed his tongue inside, his breathing hot and heavy in your mouth. His self control was unraveling. He kissed you harder the more you refused, and the ground seemed to spin beneath your feet. It made you ache in so many ways you couldn't tell what you were feeling, or that he released your wrists to pull you flush against him. All the adrenaline seemed to be fading from your system, your emotions quick to catch up with you and drain your strength.

You still pushed at his chest. Fed up, he wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing. You whined into his mouth, your stomach dropping, your eyes shooting open.

"Don't think I won't choke you until you're fucking blue, angel. You can scream all you want, I don't give a shit. You'll look pretty in any color to me."

You blinked rapidly, feeling your heart shrink, and with it the rest of your spirit. You felt so small, your lungs constricting, heat flowing through you in violent waves.

Eyes dark, pupils blown wide, Jungkook tightened his hand around your neck.

"Got it?"

You found yourself nodding immediately, your mouth gaping, but unable to form any words.

"Good girl," he murmured, rewarding you with a sweet kiss, his grip easing slowly.

He leaned his forehead on yours, releasing your neck, allowing more air to flood into your lungs. His next kiss was more gentle, a warm pressure that made your eyes fall shut again.

Why were you still crying? You wished you could stop the tears, even more so when Jungkook groaned, sliding his hand onto your ass.

"God, you're so pretty," he whispered, scattering heated kisses across your neck, pushing his hips into you. "Pretty when you cry," he opened his mouth and ran his tongue along your skin, inducing shivers. "Pretty when you run," he sighed, proceeding to suck a bruise above your collarbone, ignoring all your squirming. "Pretty when you fall apart for me," he mumbled into your skin. "So pretty inside and out."

You were almost mortified by the mewl that escaped your throat. Almost. The darkness behind your eyes was beginning to feel warm and hazy, his words making your knees buckle. You had no choice but to wrap your arms around his neck not to hit the ground, and he pressed you harder into the wardrobe.

"I got you," he soothed.

What a cruel comfort. His body was becoming your only grip on reality, the heat and the hardness of it keeping you grounded.

"Don't be scared. I won't hurt you."

The amusement in his voice didn't do much to convince you; although even without it you probably wouldn't have believed him.

Or would you? Your mind was becoming scattered. You didn't know what to think anymore. He enjoyed hurting you in many ways, but a part of you knew that he was too obsessed with you to do any real harm. It didn't matter, anyway. He was already unbuckling his belt, his hands shaking from excitement. He was going to prove his point, after all, claim what was his forever. This was no time for foreplay or sweet nothings.

He lifted you up so easily your breath caught in your throat, hastily shoving your panties aside to push the hot, swollen tip of his cock against your entrance. He was so hard and big, you couldn't stop yourself from wincing, your nails digging into his shoulders, scratching at his leather jacket.

The small gasp that left him was followed by a deep groan.

"Oh, you little slut. I knew you were fucking soaked."

Humiliation rippled through you in burning waves, but you didn't have time to dwell on it. As if his last shred of sanity just vanished, replaced by sheer, carnal need, he rammed inside you, hard. You whimpered from the sudden stretch, your cunt pulsing and clenching around him. He gritted his teeth.

"Fuck."

He tightened his grip on your thighs, not giving a damn about your legs or the wardrobe shaking as he started fucking himself into you.

"Oh fuck," he moaned breathily, "oh fuck, yeah."

You could feel yourself leaking around his cock with every harsh thrust, his filthy, shameless enjoyment of it making your stomach tighten. You tried to swallow the noises building up in your throat, but no matter how much you hated it, this was the best you've felt since a long time. And you did hate it so much, because it was exactly what he wanted. He studied all parts of you carefully while he tore you apart, and waited patiently to have you on the brink of crumbling before he fixed you up. Before he made you take every inch of his cock, made you feel real.

The first moan that broke through your lips was loud. Louder than the squelching of your pussy being pounded, or his balls slapping against you. His cock twitched inside you, hitting all the right spots, making you stickier with precum.

"Look at you," he said breathlessly. "What a good, little whore. This was all you needed, wasn't it?"

He adjusted you, strong arm keeping you steady, and one hand making its way back to your face to tilt it towards him.

"Wasn't it? I know you better than you know yourself, baby," he brushed his lips against yours. "And I know that inside this good little girl who needs love is a good little slut who needs an owner."

You ripped away from his grip, unable to stand his eyes staring so deep into your soul, your cunt tightening around his cock more with each dirty word.

Jungkook grabbed your face, almost giving you whiplash from how fast he turned your head back towards him.

"Don't you fucking look away from me if you want to come tonight."

You lower lip trembled, but you didn't dare to disobey him, desperate to continue tumbling towards the high that was tingling through you. Jungkook shivered against you, his thrusts growing sloppy, sweat dripping down his temple.

"Good girl," he breathed, leaning his forehead on yours. "Fuck, gonna come inside this tight, little hole. Keep my pretty whore nice and full."

"Oh god," you whined, your back arching, a jolt of panicked pleasure shooting straight through you. "Don't-"

"I can feel you clenching, baby. You fucking want it. You want to be- fuck- dripping with my cum, yeah? Won't wanna run off next time. Will be too b-busy drooling all over my cock, fuck."

You barely registered the pain of your head hitting the wood behind you again, or the fact that Jungkook didn't scold you for looking away. He seemed to getting just as close to his own high, groaning lowly as he fucked you faster.

"Yeah? Fuck. Fuck. If you ever run from me again, I'll fucking ruin you. We'll see how pretty you'll look in red. You're fucking mine-"

You shuddered, your cunt clenching as it gushed, your cries filling the empty house. He pushed so many of your buttons, your entire system seemed confused; or maybe Jungkook has been right all along, and he did know you better than you knew yourself.

As if through a fog, you could hear him curse and moan with you, urging you on, his hips stuttering.

"Fuck yes, good girl, yeaaah-"

The warm rush of his cum inside you was the last thing you felt clearly. It seemed endless, thick, overwhelming, adding to the pleasure pulsing through you.

After that, you didn't feel much of anything, hanging on to consciousness by threads, floating in the dark. For the first time, you were glad that he was so much stronger than you, because you limped in his arms, and even though he still hasn't caught his breath, he managed to catch you.

His heart pounded against yours as he pulled you into his embrace, cradling you like the most precious gift from the universe.

"Good girl," he whispered into your hair, stroking it softly. His neck was warm against your cheek, damp with your tears and his blood. "I love you. Good girl. My sweet, precious girl."

You sighed, too tired to speak or think, but he didn't seem to mind. There was only one thing that he really wanted after tonight, and that was to take you home.

"Let's get some rest, angel."

For some reason, you had no doubt he would have carried you through those damn woods to get you into a comfortable bed. But Jungkook knew how to plan ahead, and his car was parked not too far from the ruin. You could remember the graze of cold air on your skin when he carried you outside, soon replaced by the smell of leather and the warmth of his car. You could remember a damp cloth soothing your aches when he put you to bed, washing away the sweat and the grime and the stress of the night.

Then his arms. They wrapped around you like wings, pulling you close, petal lips brushing your neck.

For the first time in months, at least for the moment, the word home didn't feel so wrong.

#listen I stayed up the whole night to write this so forgive me adjjhsjshdhdfhs #jungkook x reader #yandere bts #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts smut #bts scenarios #bts reactions

[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 3rd: School | Bad Reputation - Joan Jett and The Blackhearts | Combative

cw: pre-steddie (vaguely set s2), weed, migraines, un-betaed because I'm challenging myself to write these in under an hour read on ao3 | link to series on ao3

It’s 1985 and the boys bathroom smells like weed.

Interestingly, the boys bathroom smells like weed before Eddie ditches his last period to smoke in the little cement block room, window cracked and far less obvious than whoever’s in there ahead of him.

Probably a Freshman who doesn’t know any better, or some first-timer who hasn’t learned the ropes yet, he thinks to himself. 

What he doesn’t expect to find when he pushes the heavy wooden door open is recently dethroned King Steve, sitting on the disgusting tile floor smoking a poorly rolled joint in the corner of the bathroom. Wedged between the sink and the wall, he looks… small, sad, lost, even. If Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d recruit him for Hellfire. He certainly looks the part of lost sheep. 

Steve startles when the door opens and, in what may be the only time in Eddie’s many years at Hawkins High, relaxes when he sees Eddie. Steve’s eyes widen and then look away, back down at his hands. His shoulders clench and drop. His entire body seems to move to defend itself before retreating back into whatever stupor he’s smoking himself into. 

Eddie has no idea what the fuck is happening that Steve Harrington doesn’t take him as a threat after his years of proving himself to be just that. Nor can he imagine what the fuck Steve’s experienced that’s caused it. Seconds pass and Eddie just stands there, door closed behind him, unsure of what to do. Hotboxing the bathroom with Steve hadn’t been his plan, but he’s been desperate for just a few drags off the joint sitting heavy in his pocket all day. 

“You uh, you know that window opens, right?” Eddie asks, gesturing toward the window with his chin. 

Steve doesn’t look up. “Sure do.” 

“Got it. Cool. Okay, uh—” Eddie sputters. He’s had very few interactions with Steve, each one civil enough to leave no bad blood besides the company Steve keeps. Or, well, kept. But none have been long enough for Eddie to get a handle on Steve, not in the way he usually can.

Steve sighs and begins to stand. “I’ll get outta your way, man.” 

Something in the way he moves, the way he grips the sink edge tight and rocks once to gain momentum before Eddie stops him, reminds Eddie of Wayne. Veteran Wayne, who works a harsh manual job and is no less than 25 years their senior. That can’t be normal, he thinks. 

“Hey no, I’m uh, actually here for the same reason. Mind if I just,” Eddie trails off as he locks the door and wiggles his joint around, holding it between his pointer and middle finger. “I’ll crack the window so we don’t get busted.” 

“Yeah, I don’t care, but leave the window closed. It’s too fucking loud.” Steve shrugs and Eddie stops mid-stride. 

Eddie looks back down at the spot Steve has settled back into, his head carefully resting against the painted cinder block wall with closed eyes. It’s easier to watch him like this, long eyelashes spidering across his cheeks and brows furrowing. A tiny line appears between them, vertical, and Eddie holds himself back from smoothing it out. 

“Alright, just know we’re probably gonna get caught.” Eddie compromises as he sits on a toilet, the stall door open, and lights up. 

The flick of his lighter brings him a moment’s comfort, followed by the familiar warmth curling into his lungs. His throat burns and he coughs once, then twice, before exhaling. Little puffs of smoke leave his lips in one long, continuous breath. Immediately, the frustration of his meeting with the guidance counselor, the anger at his English teacher for failing him when he was fucking trying, the shame and disappointment of having to go home and tell Wayne he’s being left back– again– vanish. He knows it’s temporary, that it’ll all come rushing back to him in an hour or two, but for now, his brain is quiet. 

For now, the bathroom is silent. Long moments pass in surprisingly comforting stillness, just Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington in the strangest show of camaraderie imaginable. 

Eventually though, Eddie’s lips loosen.  

“Why are you in here anyways? Shouldn’t you be like… I don’t know,” Eddie starts, miming the act of dribbling a basketball. “Doing some sport thing?”

“I do more than play sports, Munson.” Steve’s eyes roll and he shakes his head, grimacing at the movement. Eddie can’t quite put it together, what that reaction means. 

“Huh. Coulda fooled me. And probably like, the rest of the school’s population. The rest of your Kingdom,” Eddie teases, gesturing widely with both arms. 

“There’s no Kingdon, you ass. Much as you pretend to stay outta the gossip, I know you know what happened. And I’m glad it did, so drop it, okay?”

Steve has a bite to him, an attitude that Eddie admires and can’t help push a bit further. 

“So you fall from grace and now you sit on grungy bathroom floors to smoke? Alone? That’s sorta my thing, just say–”

Eddie’s words get drowned out when Steve interrupts. “I’m down here smoking, alone, because I have a fucking migraine. If I have to see one more fluorescent light or hear one more high-pitched screech in the hallway, my brain is going to leak out of my goddamn ears.” 

Even stoned, Eddie puts it together all at once. The closed window. The cool tiles. The struggle to get up. He doesn’t know the full story, but he remembers Steve walking around with his face beaten in and the rumors that it’d been Billy’s doing during a fight, and the time before that, when Jonathan had gotten a few good shots in. Damn his bleeding heart, but Steve suddenly feels more like a lost sheep than he could’ve imagined.

Someone Eddie feels the urge to protect. 

Eddie stands carefully, all too aware of the sound of his own footsteps as he finds the hidden switch to turn the lights off. There’s still a tiny bit of light filtering in from beneath the door and through the window, but it’s darker. Safer. 

“I can be quiet.” 

Steve looks up at him, brows drawn tight in confusion, and Eddie’s chest aches. How infrequently does someone care for Steve?

“I’ve been in classes with you. I’m not so sure you can,” Steve retorts, a little less sarcastic now. Eddie makes a show of sitting back down on the toilet and mimicking zipping his lips and throwing away a key. It gets an actual laugh from Steve, and goddamn him, Eddie loves the sound of that. 

Eddie watches as Steve’s eyes close again, this time with a relaxed forehead, and stares at him while they  finish their joints. Alone, together. Maybe they could actually be friends, Eddie and Steve. Steve and Eddie. There’s a ring to it that Eddie hates because of how good it sounds. 

He’s drawn out of his thoughts by a rattling at the door and subsequent pounding. Steve’s eyes open and dart between Eddie and the door. “Fuck,” he whispers. 

Fuck is right, Eddie thinks. If he wasn’t already getting held back again, he would be now for what he’s about to do.

He crouches over next to Steve and takes what’s left of his joint from his fingers. “Do you have anything else on you?” 

Steve shakes his head No and opens his mouth, only for Eddie to press a finger against his lips. “Get in the stall and flush the toilet when I open the door.” 

“What–”

“Get in the stall,” Eddie whispers harshly, helping Steve to stand and all but shoving him in the stall he’d been in previously. 

“Dude, they’re gonna know I’m here, it’s fine,” Steve resigns. 

“Not if you have nothing on you, just say you had to take a piss and I was already in here. I’ve got a reputation, you don’t. Who are they gonna believe? Besides, I’m not graduating and you are. Consider it a graduation gift.” 

Before he can open the bathroom door, before he takes the fall as planned because of course, the principal believes the story they’d concocted, Eddie feels Steve place a gentle hand on his shoulder. 

“Thanks.“

As he’s dragged to the Principal's office and suspended, an all too familiar setting, he hopes it’s not the last time he gets to smoke with Steve Harrington.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie month #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #st fic #myfic #eddie month prompts

[10yo-anon]

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A/N: a piece i never finished. This has been sitting for 2 months. My actual first piece of writing, too!

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Your peaceful life in your home village was perfect— growing up at a local bakery by dusk, tavern by dawn where starting as a toddler you learnt how to make, cook, and bake delicacies, from smoked steak to cultural foods day by day, eventually taking the small bakery-tavern in your name once the clock hit and  your beloved loved ones had perished.

Keyword: was.

It all crashed so fast, so soon... you wondered what could've happened if the feared myth— the king of curses, as they call, Hadn't ambushed your village, Hadn't gone on a killing spree, breaking down everything and everyone he could see in his view, Hadn't followed the narrow grass pathway leading to your bakery (curse you sweet aroma of bread), hadn't walk in and look at you in the eyes before your vision went out, without knowing what he even did.

Snapping out from your train of thought, you stay laying at the futon you were set to rest at. Your hand goes up to comb through your hair in an attempt to calm your thoughts and heart rate down. Your life's getting soooo fucked up. You don't feel like you. You don't feel like yourself wearing the plain kimono the unknown servants dressed you up in, you don't feel like yourself staying at an unfamiliar room, you don't feel like yourself when you aren't in your homey small house where you wear your simple flower pattern kimono topped with an apron.

Had you done anything so wrong whoever god or goddess watching from above or below give you this fate? Whether the answer was yes or no, you'd plead and bow and cry for them to change your fate, if only you had the chance.

Now you're stuck at an eerie castle, where uncomfortably several servants, cooks, and concubines scatter around. Thankfully for your poor unfortunate life, you were captured to become one of his personal cooks. You wonder if that was his last minute choice, to take you as his cook due to the aroma of your baked goods. It was understandable, however you would've picked to be sliced into pieces like your fellow villagers than to work for him. Fortunately for you, you didn't become a servant, you knew you were tidy, but not tidy enough to work as a servant. You were heavily grateful for not being a concubine, perhaps you werent..qualified enough to bring pleasure to him. hurtful, yes, but you you could not dare think of being used as a mere toy he could play with whenever he pleased—..maybe it would be better, not him. After all, you dont understand sorcery and curses as your now burned down village was secluded.

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You silently hum a tune to yourself as you were left alone at the large kitchen after miss Uraume said you were assigned to make the Lord's meal. The ingredients you were givej and said to use were..odd. atleast one of them were as the others were simple ingredients like seasonings and fresh vegetables. It was pieces of meat unknown to you. Maybe it was because you weren't wealthy enough to buy them. Maybe.

You tried to get comfortable around the castle, it wasnt that difficult to since you've never seen Lord Sukuna walk around anywhere, you doubt he was even here..until now that is. You did your own observations here and there, which you had obtained hypothetical facts about him.

you slide the plate with his meal to the side and take the wooden chopping board along with a knife and basil leaves, ready to cut it up to finish off the meal, you start chopping, but your thoughts go another place.

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1. The human form of gluttony.

— He's quite a man..or demon of appetite. Though he doesn't demand for food much, the amount of cooks handpicked be him to serve meals says tons. Its as if he prioritizes them. The food— not the cooks, that I know.

2. ..hormonal.

— The terrifying amount of concubines he has is..terrifyingly uncomfortable. It is not my business to talk about it as I am a cook, a mere servant for him. But that fact doesn't make it any less uncomfortable to think of when I look at him..well, think of him, since I've never seen him in person.

3. Mysogin—

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Your eyes widen when you feel the sharp blade cut through the pad of your finger. Hissing in surprise, your dominant hand drops the knife to the wooden cutting board as you shake your bleeding hand to lessen the sting.

Using your uninjured hand, you take the chopped basil leaves and sprinkle it on the meal you made, finish it off right on time as a maid—wait..a woman with a golden kimono..a..concubine? Arent concubines simply for the kings pleasure? Why is she here? Your thoughts slip out of your mouth before you notice. "Am I not allowed to bring food for my King?" She responds in a snarky tone. Ah. You remember this maid, Yorozu was her name? You don't know. But you do know that shes delusional. Clinging onto lord sukuna like a leech, thinking her feelings were reciprocated. Poor woman doesnt know he merely sees her as an object. (You dont feel sympathy with the way she talks to you, fortunately.) "I don't think this is any of your business, but I'll forgive you." She walks closer to you, nudging her shoulder with yours before taking the prepared food. You give her an annoyed side glare, keeping quiet.

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"My lord, your meal has arrived." The maid's voice echoes around the dining room after the clinking of a bell. "It's about time it does. I suppose my standards about my cooks are too low, no?"

.... *unfinished asf*

And yeah. Tahts it. First piece of writing i did. Never finished it. Dont think i will 🤗

#jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #lmao #sorry #im sorry #☆— 【 fanfiction !! 】

[skribblezcorner]

Zosan haircut time!!!!

had to write this after getting the idea from my last post lmao. I love the idea of Sanji being like "ugh you look fucking terrible" and then forcing Zoro to take care of himself. they're so stupid and gay and in love omg. beginning part is mostly Zoro and Nami but that's ok because they're wlw/mlm solidarity always!!!!

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More than anything, Zoro loves sunbathing on the Sunny's deck. Something about the warm light makes him want to melt into the wood. However, Zoro finds it very hard to enjoy the sun when it is boiling outside, and he swears he can hear his sweat sizzle when it meets the wooden flooring.

"We're going through a summer climate, just wait it out." Nami sips on her martini, laid out on a lounge chair and taking cover under an umbrella.

"Easy for you to say, you witch. You stole all the shade." While Nami's basking in the shadow of her parasol, Zoro's sprawled out on deck, sweating his fucking balls off. His whole body is damp, and he's stripped down into just a pair of loose shorts to cool off.

"Go hang out with your boyfriend in the kitchen," She says.

"He's not my boyfriend. I fucking hate you."

"The feeling's mutual, you sweaty loser."

Zoro groans, peeling himself off of the floor to sit up and comb his fingers through his shaggy hair. It's too long to stay out of the way, and it's uncomfortably wet where it sticks to his forehead. Zoro would tie it back, but it's too short for that. In short, he is suffering.

"I'm gonna die from heatstroke because of you," Zoro shakes the excess moisture from his hands.

Nami scoffs. "Stop whining, hop in the sea or something."

Zoro briefly considers this, but decides that's more effort than it's worth and tries to take a nap instead.

Zoro hears someone stroll out of the galley, and cracks his eye open to see Sanji balancing a tray of smoothies in one hand with a beach towel in the other. He's dressed down, an open Hawaiian shirt and blue shorts replacing his usual suit.

"Hello, my darling, Nami-san! I've just prepared smoothies. Would you like one?"

"Yes, Sanji-- thank you so much," She says smugly, while looking directly at Zoro. "You're a saint, You know that?"

He watches the cook hand Nami a drink from the tray, and Sanji's eyes follow her gaze to the floor where he's lying. "Oh my god, marimo. you look like -excuse my language, Nami-san- a fucking caveman."

"What are you talking about?" Zoro would pick a fight, but it's way too hot to bother.

The blonde cringes. "Your hair looks like someone ate it and then spat it back out onto your head."

"Okay, well, fuck you too then!" God, everyone's out for him today. What has Zoro ever done to deserve this?

"Ugh. Stand up, you dunce." Sanji nudges Zoro's head with a sandaled foot. "You need a haircut."

"I can give myself a haircut." Zoro nods in the direction of his swords, trying to move as little as possible.

"Are you insa- no! I'm cutting your hair, properly. Now get up."

"I don't wanna."

"I swear to god," Sanji sighs. "My dearest Nami, do you mind holding this for a bit?"

Nami peers at the two of them through her oversized sunglasses, a knowing smirk on her face as she takes the tray from Sanji's hands. "No problem."

Zoro doesn't have time to get a word in before Sanji reaches for his ear and bodily drags him all the way to the bathroom.

----- "I don't understand how you let it get this bad," The blonde lectures.

Zoro grumbles as he slouches on a stool in front of the bathroom sink, glaring at his own reflection. Sanji was partially right with his comment earlier - Zoro's hair is a damp, scraggly mess on top of his head right now. From where he is, Zoro can see the cook as he lines up all his fancy hair-cutting stuff, whispering insults under his breath. He looks kind of...domestic, out of his suit. It's the one thing Zoro appreciates whenever the Sunny passes through climates like this. "Okay, I'm going to attempt to fix this mess, and you are going to stay still," Sanji asserts as he slides into place behind Zoro. "as in, do not move."

"I know what 'stay still' means."

"Surprising. I thought you only spoke in grunts."

They both fall silent, Sanji draping a towel over Zoro's shoulders and clicking a button on the clippers in his hand. Gentle fingers push Zoro's head forward to access the strands at the nape of his neck. The whirring of the machinery and Sanji's hums every now and then are the only sounds in the cramped bathroom, and Zoro almost falls asleep to the feeling of the blond's hands in his hair.

"Hey." Sanji delivers two sharp taps to the back of Zoro's head. "Stop slouching, you're making it uneven."

"I'm so hot."

"I'm sure you are, you meathead. sit up."

Zoro begrudgingly straightens his back, getting a better view of the cook's freckled face reflected in the mirror. He always gets freckles when it's sunny out. They look like little constellations, scattered across his cheeks like that. Zoro wants to touch them so badly.

A few minutes pass, and Sanji moves to the front of his hair, taking a black comb from the counter to parse through the mess draping over Zoro's forehead. His face is scrunched in concentration, a crease between his eyebrows visible as he snips away with a pair of silver scissors. Zoro just...watches, staring intently into the other man's eyes. He's not sure if he's delirious from the heat, but is the cook's face turning red?

Sanji pauses his ministrations to frown at him. "Stop fucking looking at me. It's creepy."

"Sorry, sir." That earns him a snort and another smack to the side of his head. Zoro closes his eye (reluctantly. very reluctantly).

It feels like forever before Sanji finishes up his hair, ruffling it slightly before commanding Zoro to open his eyes.

The haircut is cropped close to his neck in the back, his overgrown sideburns shaped to follow his hairline. His hair is still a bit long on top, but it doesn't fall over his face.

Zoro's reflection looks better; neat, almost. He actually really likes it.

"It's okay, I guess." Zoro's lying through his teeth. It's fantastic, anything Sanji ever does is fantastic.

Sanji looks at him through the mirror. "Hm. Handsome little marimo." He nods in self-approval before packing up all his stuff, whisking the towel from around Zoro's shoulders to take to the laundry room.

Zoro sits there, bewildered, watching the other man maneuver around the tiny space unbothered- what?

He turns to look at Sanji as the blonde saunters out of the bathroom, definitely already busying himself with something else.

When Zoro turns back to his reflection, he doesn't fight the tiny smile that crosses his face. Sanji thinks he's Handsome.

The smile's gone just as quick as it came, replaced with a scowl as he hears a female voice giggling through the wall to his right.

"Nami, I'm going to murder you."

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Nami was eavesdropping the entire time lmfao.

Nami, to Zoro: wow so handsome!! such a handsome wittle marimo arent you so wittle?? ooga booga doo!!!

Zoro: i am not above killing lesbians. Anyway BRAND NEW HC that Sanji gets freckles when he's in the sun he's such a cutie patootie i love him.

Pre-slash Zosan domesticity fuels my soul <33333

ALSOO!!! opening up asks cuz im running out of ideas :P if you ask me for something I'll probably write it thanks

#one piece #zosan #stupid gay people #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #zosan brainrot #cat burglar nami #one piece nami #platonic zonami CANON #wlw/mlm solidarity #does this even count as a ficlet anymore #my posts are getting progressively longer with each one i write #its 4am #i haven't slept in 72 hours

[matchadobo]

KIDD; festival confession

wc: 1639 summary: kidd and name spend the summer matsuri together and confessions were made. warning/s: fem reader, nooooneee very fluff

"if you take that goddamn long we'll leave you." kidd grumbled by the wooden seat that was too small for him. he was munching on some candy apples killer gave him while waiting for you to get ready. but you know he didn't mean that, like hell he'd leave you when he couldn't keep his hands off you at random parts of the day.

"go ahead, you'll miss me." you replied, trying to figure out where to snag the ornamental hairpin that somehow got tangled with your locks. "one more second, okay? this stupid fucking thing got my hair in a bust!" you tried prying it off your head. it was the last thing you needed to fix before you finally get ready for the festival.

"i'm comin' in." kidd was, of course, too impatient to wait for you. so when he swept the curtains open and ducked down to get in the narrow compartment of a room, his world had fucking stopped for you again.

when he saw you in that bright red yukata adorned with white flowers. he knew you picked the red one because you knew he'd like it. a smile slowly made its way to his lips, you look the same kind of beautiful just as the day he met you.

you look a little silly with the tangled ornament, he snorted and sighed, giving your cheek a little pinch before taking the ornament by his hands. "you shouldn't have tried-"

"shut it." you cut him off, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. kidd was impatient, and eager, and always annoyed. but never with you, he was surprisingly patient and earnest. he even goes an extra mile to craft pretty little trinkets for you. so despite the maddening task that is your hair, he managed to get the knot out of your locks. he was quite literally towering over you so he can clearly see what's going on. you two spend quite a bit of time in there annoyed at that thing.

once it was all gone, you almost discarded the ornament away when kidd yanked it out your hand. "turn around. i'll do it." you took a couple of seconds to look at him, how uncharacteristic of him. "come on," he turned you around himself because his ears were turning red at your gaze.

his fingers combed through your locks, lightly brushing the strands of your hair as he gathered them all in a bun. you shivered lightly each time his knuckles or the tip of his fingers touches the back of your neck. but he wasn't innocent either, the sight of your bare neck and shoulders had him in a chokehold. the honest and strong urge to just grab you by the neck and kiss the spaces that lacked his lip marks. this was a different kind of intimate that you two were too scared of breaking the tension on.

"there." he gave his craft one last look. his human arm reached over from behind and raised your chin so you can look at yourself at the mirror inside the fitting room. "that's how you do it."

you two took your time memorizing and engraving the sight of the both of you in the mirror. kidd and you in a yukata in the absence of bloodshed that is your everyday, devoid of the peril that awaits your lives.

"kidd! name! the fireworks are gonna start soon!" the others called out, both of you snapping back to reality. a bit sad that the moment was cut off short. but this was the reason why you insisted on visiting a festival, you wanted to watch the fireworks with the crew.

"sorry you didn't get to experience the other stuff in the festival before the fireworks started." you nudged him a little, hands behind your back as you two strolled by the cobbled stairs.

"i got to experience something waaay better, don't worry." he replied, catching your eye as you looked back and saw the light tint on his cheeks. he avoided your gaze, pretending he wasn't looking at you.

"kidd i," just before you could finish, the fireworks started and surprised you. as you both descended the stairs, you two stayed at the bottom and admired the dancing lights by the sky. you gazed above as the colors captivated your full attention while you captivated his.

"hm?" he replied, silently observing and committing to memory how you look like tonight. how your eyes glisten with the pirouetting hues of the evening sky, how you perk up and point at the animals and figures the fireworks made, how your cheeks puff up each time you smile at every light that grazed the sky.

"a-ah nothing," you suddenly grew shy, locking glances with him. now dawning at you that he was looking at you the whole time. "just wanted to say thank you, for letting me have this night." you smiled at him, pressing your lips afterward and fiddling with your fingers.

he suddenly took a long, deep breath, avoiding your gaze as you catch his ears reddening. he wanted to say something; something he had been keeping for a long time. but as eustass kidd himself, pride is a much bigger hurdle to overcome. but he might be willing to do it just for you. he said he wouldn't fold first, he said it's you who'll be chasing because apparently 'you're crazy about him', it's you who'll keep dreaming about what life would be like if you two'd tie the knot, and it's you who'd be confessing.

so he himself doesn't know why he reached over for your hand as he pulled you closer. and once he had you in his grasp, his hand ghosted the skin of your neck and held onto your cheek. his fingers spanning the lower side of your neck while his thumb rubbed by your cheek and his palm held your jaw. this was one of the rare moments where he wasn't scowling and he held all the love for you in his eyes.

"then i'd like to say thank you for making the last five years of my life tolerable. i had someone to look forward to everyday. i learned to love and what it feels to be loved. i have my tireless cheerleader by my side at all times, bugging the shit out of me. i have someone to hold close to each sleepless night. i have one delicate treasure in my life i pledge to protect, your smile; i have to keep ya smilin', aye? if the day ever comes where i do the opposite, please fuckin' kill the living shit out of me. 'cuz goddamnit, i finally had one fuckin' weakness. i finally found someone to spend my life with." he couldn't stop the tears streaming down his face. you could tell that he was holding this back a lot for a long, long time. you stayed quiet because it all felt like a dream.

kidd wasn't a very vocal nor a person of words, he always expressed everything through actions or not even at all. but the way you look tonight, he doesn't want to lose that sight of you nor forget the words he wanted to say. eustass kidd was no coward, but when it comes to love and you, he suddenly is nothing but a shell. but he doesn't plan on living like that, nor does he plan to continue to lie to you.

"you broke my goddamn walls, name. from the day you first butted heads with me, from every insult you returned each time i push you away, from each ounce of patience you gave me and hoped for the best in me, from the way you look at me differently, from the times we fought side by side; those always did a number on me, from the warmth you engulf me each cold night the phantom pain haunts me, to the way you smile at me and cheered me on to my dream, our dream. i fucking love you." he choked out a sob, laughing stupidly at himself as if a montage of you appeared on his head.

at his last sentence, the grand finale of the fireworks concluded. your heart will absolutely implode out of your chest. you reached over to hold his hand, removing it from your cheeks and cupping his big fist with both of your hands. "i tamed the beast, huh?" you reached over to wipe the tears on the corner of his eyes, pulling him down by the neck gently. "i always knew you're a little sweetheart inside."

"pft. the pirate king shouldn't be so warm and fuzzy." he pressed foreheads with you, later pressing a kiss on your forehead.

"i do that to you, huh, captain?" you teased him, hug becoming tighter. "say, if you love me that much, why don't you take me out on a date? it's a festival after all." you tilted your head in amusement, poking at his nose. he blinked at you twice, pale at your words. he legit wasn't ready for this.

receiving no response, you leaned in to his ear and whispered. "i'll give you a kiss after."

"why not do it now?" he fixed you in place with a firm grasp on your lower back. "don't make your captain wait." he said in a low tone, leaning back a little so he could raise your chin. he got a good look at how all the blood in your face rose. so he took matters in his own hands and planted a kiss on your lips, under the bright moonlight and the surrounding festival music across town. killer and the others figured kidd finally confessed from the evident red in his ears and cheeks when you two got back.

#manga #anime #one piece #eustass kidd #cha writes #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #eustasscaptainkid #one piece eustass kid #eustass captain kidd #eustass x reader #one piece eustass #one piece x female reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece kid #one piece scenarios #eustass kid x you #eustass kid x y/n #one piece fluff #one piece headcannons #eustass kidd x reader #eustass kidd x y/n #eustass kidd x you

[johannestevans]

sorry im thinking about izzy standing in mary's house and just sort of vomiting out everything he feels about his relationship with ed because he sees it here in this house in the shadow stede's left, but worse

and mary, faced with everything stede's stolen from her like

said so bluntly? so coldly? with a sort of wooden tone by this hoarse-voiced, exhausted, grizzled man who somehow has so much in common with her? this rough-handed sailor covered in tattoos, their lives so different, the end results, their pain, the same?

izzy hates stede bonnet but after three days with her just says how much more he hates him now. he hated him before out of petty spite and the fact he's a posh cunt - but here like. he's leeched everything from her. used her as a vessel to pour his feelings into, then out of

used her in almost every sense - without desire for her, care for her. shes never even been a person to him, less even than his shadow, and izzy says how wrong it is how disgusting. he says stede bonnet's name and spits on the floor as if to wash it out of his mouth

and hearing it said like that like. hearing someone else SAY it, she just. shes so close to just bursting into tears

bc the focus w the widows club has been in moving on - not grieving whats come before. why would she grieve that bastard?

but now shes sobbing and burying her face in his fat tits as he touches her so tenderly with those rough hands of his bc like. shes grieving HERSELF. shes grieving everything that he consumed of her like a fucking vampire. and izzy just holds her and asks. what can he do?

what can he do to make it better? to make her happier? what can he do to make it right? kill bonnet? he will. do labour for her? DIY? fuck her boyfriend where she can see, let her watch? kiss her hands? comb her hair? kneel at her feet and look at her lovingly? he'll do it all

#musings #izzy hands #mary bonnet

[livwritesstuff]

The first pair of shoes Eddie purchased for himself when he started rebuilding the life he’d lost when his trailer was destroyed was a pair of Doc Martens.

They were new (well, not new – he’d still thrifted them, but they were barely worn, probably surrendered by some yuppie who liked the style but couldn’t handle the pain of breaking them in) and big and black and heavy with steel toes and thick woven laces.

Those boots went everywhere with him – navigating those first few years of recovering from all the trauma he’d suffered in ‘86, finally leaving Hawkins in 1990, his move to Washington in ’94 to live with Steve while he finished out his psych program, their joint move to Boston a couple years later, his first book release in ‘95 and his second in ‘99, not to mention all the countless big and small adventures that filled in all those gaps.

When Eddie and Steve’s daughter Moe was born in 2001, Eddie temporarily retired the boots.

There was a period during those first few years of her life when she was both very small and always underfoot, a combination that meant concerns about tripping on her were high enough without Eddie adding steel-toed boots larger than his kid into the mix.

So for a while, the boots sat on the floor in his and Steve’s closet collecting dust.

Then Moe got a little bit older and the boots started collecting other things.

“Ed, come look at this,” Steve snickers.

He’s in their closet, trying to tackle the cataclysmic mess that has accumulated over the last year and a half, because trivial things like cleaning had kind of taken the backseat the second they met Moe – as they should; Eddie maintains that there is literally nothing he’d rather do than spend time with his daughter, bar none. Alas she does need to nap sometimes, and he supposes that’s when all the other shit gets done.

He joins Steve in the closet to see that he's holding one of Eddie's Docs.

“Look what Moe did,” Steve continues, holding out the boot.

Eddie takes it, immediately noticing that it’s even heavier than usual. He peers inside to see that it’s filled to the brim with stuff – a small wooden car, a travel deodorant from his last trip to New York for work, a pair of socks, sunglasses, several loose bandaids, one of Steve’s combs, a roll of Smarties (it’s a wonder she didn’t eat them), a veritable cache of treasures in the eyes of their eighteen-month-old. 

The other boot is pretty much exactly the same.

“Oh my god,” Eddie beams, “She’s fucking incredible.”

“She’s inheriting your raccoon behavior," Steve replies with a wicked grin.

“Alright.”

#i know we only ever see eddie wearing sneakers #but i know in my heart of hearts that he’s a doc marten kind of guy #steve is usually against buying expensive clothing items for babies who will outgrow them in six weeks #so he’s able to catch eddie off-guard when he buys moe a matching pair – eddie just about dies obviously #when they retell this story years later hazel (the literal animal expert) tells them that raccoons don’t actually cache things #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson

[angelltheninth]

Wild Side

Pairing: Male Gargoyle x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, size difference, size kink, established relationship, biting, marking, voyeurism, dirty talk, pet names, masturbation, tongue fucking, fingering, cunnilingus, tail fucking (clit stimulation)

Word count: 1.9k

Ao3

A/N: This is the first time I'm dipping my toes into this kind of stuff. There's not nearly enough gargoyle smut out there for how hot they are. I wanna fix that.

It was a little past midnight when you got tired of waiting in your room on the rainy night. He was supposed to be here already. Perhaps he didn't wake up tonight? Or something happened to him?

No, no, you couldn't think like that, he'll be here, he always visits you, every night without fail for months now. He'll be here you just needed to have patience and wait.

You lasted about 10 more minutes before you threw the covers off yourself in horny frustration. By now your body was like a clock, getting horny at midnight when you knew he visited. You glance at the window, at the raindrops falling against the glass, at the thunder illuminating the sky in hopes of seeing a flying figure. Nothing, and he was almost impossible to miss.

Thunder cracked outside of your window again, masking your groan as you lifted your nightgown enough to leave your thighs bare, purple hand marks visible around them, very big hand marks at that.

Already wet it was easy for you to push two fingers inside of yourself, it was easy, you were used to so much bigger by now. So your fingers, or any of the toys you had in your collection paled in comparison to his cock.

"Started without my dove?" A voice boomed through the room, cutting through the storm as well as your whimpers. You managed to open your eyes enough to look at the hulking figure perched on your open window. "Couldn't you wait for me?" He asked with an amused smile and a tilt of his head to the side, his fangs shining in the lightning, his horns which curved along his skull then ended upward nicking the window frame.

Instead of stopping you spread your legs and bent your knees, giving him a full view of your fingers going in and out of your you, and your puffy folds squeezing around them with every thrust. You could feel his yellow eyes watching you with great intent.

"You were late. It's not my fault. I was horny." You pulled your gown over your breasts, your nipples stiff thanks to the cool air coming through the window.

"At least you're honest. I appreciate that." He slowly stepped down and closed the window, his large dark gray wings unfurling behind him. Now that he stepped a little closer you could see the droplets of rain still sticking to him, dripping down his long black hair, down his back, over his muscular chest and abs, vanishing into the leather belt keeping his torn pants up. "I'm sorry about being late dove, the storm delayed me a little. I had to watch out for your planes, they're really pesky this time of year."

He waned to explain himself, to say he was sorry but that's not even remotely what you needed right now. "Apologize later. Right now I need you to get over here."

His tail excitedly swished behind him, his ears perking up to catch all the little sighs and wet sounds echoing around the room. "I could smell you even through the stormy skies. You need me." He cupped his cock, it strained in his pants, twitching in from in anticipation, "You need this."

You didn't even bother denying it. There was no point. He could see you, hear you, smell you. You pulled your fingers out, they were shining with slick arousal, temping the gargoyle closer. His pants were almost torn apart by his claws, making a soft thump as they hit the wooden floor. "I always need you handsome." You chuckled as he crawled over you, the bed creaking under his weight as he cupped the back of your head with his clawed hand.

It was almost funny how before you would shake under his touch, but not it was the most comforting thing in the world to you. As he combed his fingers through your hair you pressed your wet fingers against his lips. His warmth and smooth skin came as a surprise at first, as did his abnormally long tongue which he loved to use on you. He loved your taste, loved cleaning your fingers, licking around and between and sucking the digits clean of your cum.

You sneaked your arms around his neck as he settled between your legs, his hard cock laying on your stomach. He was already leaking cum, lots of it too. He was just as worked up as you, "Did you fly here with a boner?" You couldn't help but laugh into his neck, kissing his jaw next, your hands traveling up his horns then back down to hold him still close.

"Perhaps." He grinned against your cheek, "Would it turn you on more or less to know that I dream of you while I'm stone?"

You pressed your lips against his, licking into his mouth, your tongue running over his fangs, electing a purr from him as you rubbed your slick pussy on his length, "Does that answer your question?" Judging by his cock throbbing he more than got the answer he wanted out of you. "Need me to take care of that for you?"

"Always. But before that," He pulled back to take your gown off over your head and tossed it across the room. His eyes raked down your breasts, across your stomach and between your legs. "I want to eat my fill of you." He cupped your butt in his hands, and lifted you up, folding you in half, your cunt in his face and your legs falling over his muscular shoulders and interlocking between his shoulder blades. "You smell so sweet."

He flicked his tongue over your clit, the button of nerves twitching against the appendage. Careful not to hurt you with his sharp fangs he puts his mouth on your pussy, his tongue sliding in, its slick thickness filling you up while his tail taps and flicks your clit in tandem.

The way he holds you up, while making it easy for you to ride his tongue it also prevents you from reaching out to him and hugging him close, which is what you've been craving all night. You felt his cock pulsing against you, his cum smeared and trickling down your stomach and between your breasts. With one last dip of his tongue you came into his mouth, bucking your hips wildly into his mouth and against his tail. He drank every last drop of you, his hums sending more vibrations through your body.

"I need to have you my dove, I'm sorry, I can't wait any longer." Truth be told neither could you. His tongue was heavenly, you always loved it when he ate you out, but what you really wanted was the big, throbbing dick between his legs.

You let his tail wrap around your thigh, his hand laying on your back, covering it in its entirety while the other came to rest on your cheek, or the entire right side of your head really, "I'm ready. Please take me." You've been ready for hours now, and now finally you were gonna get what you wanted so desperately.

He was always careful when he entered you, well aware of the difference in size. What was normal for him was fucking huge by your standards. You were so small, so fragile in his hands. He would break you in half if he wasn't careful. Thankfully you were both very much lubricated by now, his pre and your slick mixing together, allowing him to slide in, half of him fitting inside very snugly.

Your pussy was so full of him, stretched out around his cock, feeling his cockhead deep inside you. You were more than certain he could break your hips with his thrusts if he wasn't careful.

A gasp fell from your lips as he dragged back then sank back in, your walls accommodating him, his girth sinking in with less and less resistance each time. "You feel like heaven around my cock. I won't even get enough of you." He growled as he leaned down to your neck, his teeth pressing against your skin. "You still carry my scent on you."

"I always will." You held him tighter and hooked your free leg around his back, right above the base of his tail. "You should already know I'm yours. Inside and out." You were yours since the night he first woke up and laid eyes on you, since he first kissed you and pulled you into his lap, opened your pussy up with his cock and came inside you.

His nose nuzzled your neck, his longue tongue licking the spot he bit down on moments after. The pain shot through you and all the way down to your clit and cunt. Your walls fluttered around his cock, trying to pull him in deeper despite knowing you couldn't. Your juices' dripped down his length and his full balls as he held your shaking body against his firm muscly form.

"Can I finish inside you tonight, please dove?" You could feel he was close by the way his muscles tenses and his tail tightened around your thigh.

"Yes." You whispered a little breathless. As much as you loved being absolutely covered in his cum you wanted it inside this time, you needed it or else you wouldn't be fully satisfied tonight.

His hips snapped forward, his hand leaving your cheek to claw at the pillow next to your head, the tearing sound accompanied by his roar and the thunder clapping outside your window as he flooded your cunt with jets of warm, thick cum. His wings spread out behind him and cast a shadow over the room, as if shielding you, his mate, from anyone's view but his own.

You moaned and sighed against his neck, kissing him, knowing full well you can't mark him in the same way as he does you but always encouraged you to try. You felt like it was amusing to him. "I love you so much." You whispered against his pointy ear, giggling as your breath tickled it and caused it to twitch.

"And I love you, more then anything in existence. My love, my dove, my mate." He pulled out just as slowly as he sank in, the fountain of cum flowing freely between your legs. His eyes narrowed, displeased that it's not staying inside as he wanted it too.

You smiled at him and shook your head in amusement, "You'll get more chances to creampie me big guy don't worry." You pull him into a firm kiss, your eyes closing in bliss at the same time.

He purrs at the thought, his chest rumbling against yours. When he pulled away he leaned to kiss your cheek as he used the sheet to wipe you down between your legs. Normally you'd protest but you knew by now that he would never leave you cold. As the dirtied material hit the floor he laid on his side and pulled you against his chest, his tail coiling around your your hip, one hand on your shoulder, the other on the back of your head and his wings falling over you like a blanket.

You kissed the expanse of his chest, "See you tomorrow night." You smiled as you closed your eyes and let your head hit the pillow.

"Tomorrow night. I'll arrive on time, I promise." And he never ever broke his word. You feel asleep not to the thunder and rain, but feeling his deep breaths, his chest rise and fall against you and his muscles rippling with each breath under your fingers.

#monster x reader #monster romance #monster boyfriend #monsterfucking #monster lover #gargoyle x reader #monster imagine #monster x human #monster x girl #monster smut #gargoyle smut #monster fic #terato