#anonymous inbox.

[foreveric]

Imagine Keanu's characters's serach history on their computer.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 hol' up, lemme cook.

john wick:

most effective guns

vintage cars

how to care for a dog

kevin lomax:

best ways to make your wife cum

romantic restaurants near me

ongoing court cases

jack traven:

body cam videos

cute date ideas for girlfriend

local crime news

john constantine:

how to cope with cancer

demon possessions

near-death experiences

[dailyhatsune]

Could you make an ‘if Ver.’ Miku holding out a non-binary pride heart? Pridefully! She’s very proud! She wants us to see it!!

ah i forgot about the heart part but i decided to do all the pride ifs makin their way downtown, so i hope that sorta makes up for it

[the-trinket-witch]

Your malleus in your monster lover AU is so good,,, would it be possible for you to draw a reference of him? I love the concept so much

I can draw my own interpretation of it, though I have to note:

This is technically not my 'concept'. I've heavily taken inspiration from Takebayashi's 'The Conception' (A fanwork from the TWST Beckon of the Mirror 2021 event) The main adjustments I made were the removal of spinning wheels along the body as well as the mask.

(Photo reference pulled from lau_bud on tiktok)

As for what I'd draw:

Again, I've trimmed some concepts, and added some muscle detail around the wings, and given him a dragon's ear fins.

[canisalbus]

i would like to imagine that after machete dies, vasco starts collecting red things. red, like the soles of machetes shoes and the hems of his cassocks, the front of his nightgowns after a heavy nosebleed. or maybe he collects pink things, like machete's nose and ears and paw pads, or things white like his fur. he never collects anything black, however. red like the hems but never black like the fabric. black is too sad. it's grief, it's unfathomable loss and it means admitting machete is actually gone, stolen from the world. but ludovica is there, and she indulges his collections in little ways on the occasion. it's a small comfort, her love for her husband in their lavender way.

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[igbylicious]

My god Im so curious about Yunho from your Woosan fic 😫 anything for a solo scene with him to see what hes like esp cuz damn

oh god strictly speaking i don’t take requests but OOF anon it’s whiway and you caught my brain right in the middle of a perfect Yunho-shaped storm asdjhadshj. so here you go, i whipped this up real quick >:3c

WHICHEVER WAY: A YUNHO BONUS

(set before the main series but doesn’t need context. features a different reader character)

pairing: yunho x gn reader

genre: pure smut, strangers who fuck

wc: 2.5k

warnings: bdsm sex party but like a lowkey chill semi-privately hosted one, dom Yunho, sub reader, big dick Yunho obv, explicit consent, blow job, exhibitionism (you suck Yunho off in the middle of a room full of strangers), a lil rough face-fucking & light choking, hand kink, hand on throat, Yunho wears a leather glove, dirty talk, cum swallowing, light hairpulling (@ reader), copious amounts of drool, degradation that sometimes leans into praise, nicknames for reader (‘cocksleeve’, ‘cockslut, sweetheart), corruption kink if you squint, Yunho pov, mention/cameo of the skz aussie line, also a San cameo and he’s shy :3, implied threesome w/ San at the end

a/n: gender neutral reader, wearing clothes described to have ‘generous amounts of see-through fabric’ but no specific details. reader is called ‘little’ but in a sweetly demeaning way; not a reflection on physical size, and also called ‘pretty’. there is a mention that Yunho has larger hands

Yunho always enjoys the parties hosted by Chris. He has a ridiculously large home with plenty of room to accommodate his guests, zero tolerance for unwanted shenanigans — and great snacks at the buffet table.

People tend to underestimate the importance of a good snack during a sex party. Not Yunho.

He scopes out the room while munching on some kkokkalcorn, not in any particular rush to get his hands dirty or his dick wet. It’s still early; the door has not even been closed yet, but already there is a decent amount of people. Yunho knows some of them, at least by face, but there are some unfamiliar ones too.

Yunho hones in on the unfamiliar faces. He enjoys meeting new people, like that adorably inexperienced dom he met at his last party; nerve-wrecked yet filled with potential — but San is not here. Too bad. Yunho wouldn’t mind taking him under his wing again.

But San quickly fades from Yunho’s mind when a stranger catches his eyes. When you catch his eyes.

He stops reaching for more snacks, absent-mindedly using a tissue to wipe his hands clean while he watches you instead. You took the flexible dresscode and ran with it, wearing a sexy getup with generous amounts of see-through fabric. Covered yet exposed. Intended to provoke… but not exuding any particular authority. You want to be noticed, noticed by someone who will act on what they see.

It’s enough for Yunho to mentally categorise you a sub, or at least a switch. He can never be completely sure from just a look, of course — but Yunho has a solid track record of educated guesses, and you’ve put too much effort into your look to be unintentional about what message you telegraph to others. Well, you succeeded in your efforts; Yunho has noticed you, and he is definitely contemplating to act on it.

Your getup almost makes him feel a little under-dressed in comparison. Nice slacks and a flattering pinstripe waistcoat, a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to expose his strong forearms. The look is finished by a nice, bulky watch on his wrist and silver rings adorning his long fingers on one hand, a leather black glove on the other.

(Okay, maybe he’s not that under-dressed. He also wanted to telegraph a message.)

You must feel his eyes on you, glancing Yunho’s way and unmistakably pleased by his attention. You bite your lip, almost like you’re shy, but then you subtly arch your back a little, pushing your pretty plump ass back. You grin when Yunho’s eyes follow the movement, then you saunter over to the buffet table with confident steps.

Yunho watches with a slow, amused smile how you ignore him completely, pouring yourself a glass of water instead. Already you’re playing. He doesn’t mind that, not at all. He can give a little chase if you want to be pursued.

“Haven’t seen you around this scene before. First timer?” he asks. His voice is casual, his burning gaze anything but.

You look at him over the brim of your glass, hiding a coy smile. Your eyes flicker over to Yunho’s hands, lingering on his leather glove. “Second, actually,” you answer, though Yunho infers from your tone that while you might be new to parties, you are not inexperienced with this type of play in general.

“Shame,” he says with a shrug. “Wouldn’t have minded showing you around. Give you the grand tour.”

You set down your glass, tilting your head with a playful glint in your eyes. “…You can still show me around, if you like. Wouldn’t mind being seen with you.”

The way you tilted your head shows off the column of your neck in a way that has Yunho’s hands itching. He considers your grin for a long moment, flexing his fingers. You don’t waver.

“Yeah. I can do that,” Yunho says, something darker creeping into his voice. “So what are you looking for? Any hard limits?”

“Nothing outside what Chris doesn’t allow in his house,” you say, not in the least thrown by the directness of Yunho’s question. You talk through some of your expectations and preferences, and Yunho listens with vested interest as the vast extent of your compatibility rapidly becomes clear.

His pants are already getting a little tight. You notice.

“Then… want to play with me?” you grin, biting your lip at him.

“Thought you’d never ask.” Yunho extends his ungloved hand to you, and he chuckles at how you almost seem disappointed. “Hey. All good things to those that wait,” he teases, beckoning his long fingers, showing off his rings.

“I’m not good at waiting,” you sulk, but take his hand anyway. For all your pouting, Yunho can feel the shudder that runs through you as his warm palm envelops yours, his rings pressing into your skin.

He leads you away from the buffet table (‘shenanigans near the snacks’ is among the things Chris does not allow), across the house’s open floorplan to a semi-secluded lounge area. You won’t be alone there.

Some of your future bystanders look up at the new arrival, though a few are too wrapped up in each other to pay you and Yunho any mind. Soft moans and faint wet squelches make up the background music, punctuated by the occasional muffled cry from a private room nearby.

Everyone else is seated, but Yunho takes you to stand right in the middle of the lounge area.

“Now, let us see what you can do,” he drawls, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. It’s time to play for real now. “On your knees, sweetheart.”

As you do just so, Yunho glances about the room again. Everyone not otherwise occupied is watching you intently. Hungry interest; some of pure appreciation, others laced with envy.

Just as you unbutton Yunho’s slacks and pull them down, inhaling tightly when you fully comprehend what you are dealing with, Yunho catches the eye of a delicate young man with long blond hair. A pair of lips is lavishing his chest with attention and yet he can’t look away, can’t seem to decide if he wants to fuck you or want to be you, face-to-face with Yunho’s impressive size.

Yunho grins at the pretty freckled blush on the young man’s face — and then ignores him completely, putting his hand on your head to give you a light push down to his half-hard cock. He sighs in bliss when you press a soft kiss against the tip. A sweetheart you are indeed.

You start off slow, not taking him very deep yet; first a few hungry strokes with the flat of your tongue over the underside of his slowly hardening dick. It creates an easier slide for your hand, but your mouth is focused on sucking his cockhead, teasing at his slit. Yunho takes deep breaths, not wanting to show just how affected he is already.

He idly wonders if this is your usual style, working up to more, or if you’re a little intimidated by his sheer girth and length. He wouldn’t mind that — it’s kinda cute, honestly. And it does lead to wonder just how filthy you’ll get once the timidity wears off…

Yunho likes the thought of that. Wants to coax it out of you.

“Cute,” he taunts with a raspy chuckle, sinking his ungloved hand into your hair. “The little cockslut is nervous about taking my dick down that tight throat. Never had one that big before, have you?”

You moan around him, glancing up with a pitiful shimmer in your eyes. You take him just a little deeper, whine in frustration at the physical limitation of your mouth, and pitifully shake your head at him.

His cock twitches, and not just from the vibrations of your whines. Usually Yunho believes he doesn’t have an ego about his size, just appreciates its utility — but then someone like you comes along and proves him all wrong.

A light movement catches Yunho’s eye, and he chuckles again. “Look at you, can’t even keep your hands to yourself,” he scoffs as you try to relieve some of the pressure between your legs. “No. No, that won’t do. Cocksleeves don’t get to touch themselves until they’ve served their purpose.”

You make a noise, slightly more distressed this time as you stare up at him.

“I’m not good at waiting,” you had said. It sounded bratty to Yunho’s ears at the time, still does now, but there is not a hint of defiance in your needy eyes, only desperation.

“But… I happen to be in a friendly mood. How about we make a deal,” Yunho offers in compensation. (Fuck, is he soft on you already?) “You keep your hands where they belong” — he pats on his thighs — “and I will use mine to reward you after.”

Just to make his point, Yunho goes to lightly wrap his gloved hand around your neck, leather pressing against bare skin, while his other hand tugs at your hair a little harder. He saw you check them out earlier. Yunho knows perfectly well how most people feel about his hands, and you are no different.

You swallow thickly around his cockhead, anticipation shuddering through you. Obediently, you press your palms against Yunho’s thighs, fingers brushing against his hipbones. Good. Yunho likes his hands too, likes using them. Especially to wrap around a pretty neck like yours.

“Then come on, sweetheart,” he says, tugging at your hair again. “Show me how far you can take my cock without gagging on it.”

Again, you let out a little moan around him, in protest this time.

Yunho’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “Oh? My little cockslut is ready to choke on my dick now?” (You sure changed your tune on that one quick. Yunho is definitely not complaining though. Maybe you really aren’t a brat.)

You make an affirmative noise that grows whiny when his gloved fingers tighten ever so slightly. Shit. He’s gonna have so much fun with you.

“Then relax for me, sweetheart. Let’s see how deep I can fit in that tight throat.”

The answer is, right around three-quarters deep. It’s a brave effort, honestly; some don’t even get that far. And Yunho hardly cares about the neglected part of his cock, not when you are so warm and welcoming and wet around the rest of him, drool leaking down your chin. Your eyes are even tearier than before, swollen lips stretched obscenely around his fat cock.

You gurgle weakly, your eyes fluttering shut as you let him guide you up and down his length. He can’t imagine that your jaw isn’t aching, but you make no noise of complaint, content to let him take control now it’s clear where your limit lies. Yunho is fine with that, except…

“Look at me,” he says, just sharp enough to snap you out of your cockdrunk haze. “Let me see those pretty eyes while I’m fucking your mouth. A good cocksleeve can do that for me, can’t you?”

You blink up at him, your gaze wet and shimmering. There is almost an innocence to it, like it’s your first time sucking dick and you are in the middle of a holy revelation right here on your knees for him. Never wanting to let him out of your mouth again.

Although… Judging by the way you’re starting to squirm, rubbing your thighs together, Yunho suspects that last part might just be wishful thinking. He hisses when your nails dig into his hips, like you’re trying to stop yourself from reaching down. Yunho smacks at your hands in warning.

“Hey, hey, don’t go and ruin things for yourself now,” he sweetly coos, though his grin mocks as he firmly rubs his thumb over the length of your neck. “You were doing so well, is this your limit? Is this as much as a fragile cockslut like you can take?”

Immediately you whine in protest, trying to shake your head but pinned by Yunho’s hold on your hair, stuffed too deeply by his dick.

“That’s it,” Yunho hums in approval. “I’m gonna move a little faster now, alright? Be good and swallow my load, then I’ll give you everything you need.”

You moan eagerly, letting him fuck into you with shallow but rough thrusts. Muffled whimpers and wet gurgles escape past his cock, your chin soaked with saliva that spills down onto his glove. It doesn’t take him much longer, not with how good your hot mouth feels enveloping him, and the eyes surrounding you and him still watching how Yunho takes exactly what he wants from you.

He grunts sharply when he hits the back of your throat and you spasm around him with a loud, choked moan — and it takes all his self-control not to buck harder into your willing mouth. He could break you, he knows that. You would gladly let him, he knows that too. Not yet. Not this early in the night.

Instead Yunho pulls back until just his cockhead rests heavy and leaking on your tongue. He strokes his spit-glistening length, just a few quick passes and he groans lowly as hot euphoria bursts through his veins, magnified by the sight of your throat bobbing as he spills inside, swallowing him down.

Yunho pants with harsh breaths as he carefully releases your hair, still semi-hard when your glossy lips are finally released. They stay open in a wide ‘o’ as you stare up at him in a daze, like he fucked the shape of himself into them.

Your knees are stiff and unsteady as Yunho helps you back on your feet. It endears him, appealing to his softer side again. The sloppy mess on your face and neck, however, appeals to a different side. He sort-of wipes you clean, two tender hands cupping your cheeks, but he doesn’t try too hard. He likes the wrecked look too much on you. Wants to see how much further he can take you.

But as Yunho glances up to give his audience one last look, his eyes light up when he finds a familiar face. A face that has clearly been watching them intently for at least a while, cheeks dusted with an adorable blush, a distinct tenting in the pants underneath.

San.

Almost as shy and uncertain as the last time, though he no longer looks like he might bolt at any second — and he looks exactly as eager to please. Yunho is still not wholly convinced that San isn’t a switch, despite what he may say himself; but then again, Yunho’s guesswork has never been an exact art. Doesn’t matter right now anyway. A sweet thing like you might be just what San needs to melt that uncertainty away… and Yunho finds himself in a sharing mood.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Yunho murmurs to you, gently brushing his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Yeah,” you say, slightly hoarse but with a tired, radiant smile. “I’m really good.”

“Then… how does my pretty slut feel about having two cocks tonight?”

Your eyes widen in surprise, but you quickly find the target of Yunho’s suggestion, whose flush deepens when he realises he’s been noticed. Your breath catches at the sight of San, and Yunho smiles slowly as he draws you towards him. The night has just gotten started, and already it’s far beyond even his sweetest expectations.

[aphrogeneias]

being so disgustingly in love that you can’t keep your hands off each other and it’s nothing more explicit than regular PDA but even your friends can’t deny how cute you guys are. like yes they’re disgusted that their friends are so affectionate regardless of who’s watching but they can’t begrudge you cause shit aren’t you both perfect together?

"Don't roll your eyes."

There's no way he can tell, because Steve is not looking at Dustin. He's looking at you instead, eyes following the frame of your face as he presses a small kiss to your jawline.

"I wasn't rolling my eyes." The boy retorts. To anyone who doesn't know him, it might sound like animosity, but you know there's a playfulness to it.

"Yes, you were." You decide to chime in, but you're not really looking at him either. Looking down at Steve from where you're perched on his lap, sitting straight, but still comfortable. There's plenty of space on the couch, but neither of you want to be away from each other.

Why would you?

From where Dustin sits, opposite to you, he sighs. "It's just... It's nice. This is nice..." He points at the two of you.

"Why do I sense there's a but coming in that sentence?" Steve teases, squeezing you tighter, and kissing your shoulder. You stifle a laugh, knowing he's doing it on purpose.

It's not any different than what you normally do — the kid isn't wrong. You often don't take your seat, your boyfriend serving as yours instead. You're never too far from each other, hands and lips gravitating towards each other's like satellites. Like gravity, you don't question it.

Why would you?

"But you don't have to kiss all the time." Dustin winces, furrowing his brows. You're still not looking at him, but it's endearing. "Do you, now?"

"When you have a girlfriend as hot as mine, you'll understand."

His protests — "I do have a hot girlfriend!" — fall deaf to your ears when Steve leans closer again, stealing a kiss from your grinning lips.

[persnickety-doodles]

Any korasami fic recs?

In no particular order:

Don't Play No Game That I Can't Win by @korrasamibottles

Where the Snow Takes Us by @asamiontop

I Don't Like My Attitude, It's Gonna Be a Party by @appalesbian

Stars Guide Us Home and anything in the Avatar and the Inventor series by @sniperct

Skin by @xaibaugrove

Rainy Morning by ViolaSolaro The Honeymooners and To The Brink by @hohfics

keep it steady, please, keep it strong by @kittymannequin

A Night at the Inn and Improbable Holiday Meet Cute by selftaughthuman

Still Her Avatar by softly_speaking_valkyrie

Just to name a few!

[tamas-love]

（ 제목 ）JAKE THOUGHTS.

PRESENT.⠀⟡​⠀in which, jake goes from your admirer to your boyfriend. REQUESTED.⠀⟡​⠀by anon: "whatdyou think bf Jake would be like? Sfw"

（ 심재윤 ） — pairing = fem!reader x bf!jake ୨୧ warning = nothing, just physical touch and jake being a cute golden retriever. ୨୧ wc = no count.

a/n : sorru for accidentally deleting this anon's request, but here you go anonnie!! i hope you like this <3

click me! ↓

admirer!jake who was so excited when he found out you were in the same classes as him on his schedule. admirer!jake who asked for your number with the excuse of talking about a group project. admirer!jake who noticed you were failing in math and offered to tutor you at his place, free of price. admirer!jake who makes sure you're comfortable and have food at all times when you're at his place. admirer!jake who walked you back home since it was too late to be alone. admirer!jake who did little things (like making you lunch, buying your favorite snacks, bringing you drinks in the morning during school) that made you warm up to him easily. admirer!jake who walked you home on particular night from his place and decided he'd shoot his shot. admirer!jake who gently pushed you against the entrance door of your house, his hand beside your head. admirer!jake who slowly leaned in, looking at your eyes softly for permission--once you nodded he leaned in and press his lips against yours. his soft plump lips, gently kissing yours. admirer!jake who showed up the next night holding a big basket filled with your favorite snacks, a pair of matching pajamas, and your favorite plushies to give you as he asked you out. you excitedly said yes and celebrated with a long make out session and jake who stayed over the night.

present!bf!jake who takes you out on a date every weekend when he has free time. present!bf!jake who takes photos of you when he finds you cute and saves it to his album named 'my baby girl' present!bf!jake who posts you on his story everyday, makes sure to give you 100 hugs everyday, and 100 kisses everyday so you don't get lonely or accuse him of not loving you. present!bf!jake who shows his love and affection through physical touch (his hand on your thigh--gently rubbing it, interlocking your fingers, playfully picking you up, giving you back hugs, making sure his hand placement made your heart flutter..) and acts of service (buying you food, letting you go on his phone with trust, cutting your steak into easy bite pieces, making you food even if you didn't ask for it..).

© tamas-love on tumblr, © tamas-love on wattpad ㅤㅤ𓈒ㅤㅤ𓈒 taglist open.⠀⦂ ⠀@nheyri , @uoalirie , @moonpri , @minaz-luv

[turtletaubwrites]

Can you do a reader x Zoro where the reader has a sex dream about Ace and Zoro gets jealous

Thank you so much for the request! 🙏🏼😊 I've been wanting to write for Ace, so this is a little taste for now. I hope you enjoy it!

Just a Dream

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Ace x Fem!Reader (just a little dream)

Word Count: 1288

Ao3 Link

Summary: You have a delicious dream about your captain's brother. Your boyfriend, the first mate, is not pleased when you wake up.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Smut, Established Relationship, Unprotected Sex (Don't Do That), Jealousy, Anger, Dom Zoro, Vaginal Fingering, Hair-Pulling, Rough Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Come Shot, Comeplay, Sex Dream, Possessive Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation

A/N: This one shot isn't part of my We've All Got Needs series. I hope you like it!

The cold night kept you up, so you left your tent shivering, heading toward the small fire. 

“What’s wrong, sugar, the night too cold for ya?”

A gasp left your lips when you saw Luffy’s brother across the fire, tilting his head with a smirk. 

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, and your lips parted as Ace sauntered around the fire, sitting close enough to breathe along your cheek.

“I can warm ya up.” 

His voice came out in a low rasp as he ghosted his lips along your neck.

“O-Okay…”

He chuckled, the sound making you shiver, the cold night already forgotten as Ace licked your collarbone, leaving kisses and bites on your skin. 

Ace pulled back, smirking at you as he placed his hat on your head. The intense warmth of it traveled down as he sat back on his heels.

“What a pretty thing you are.”

He pushed you back onto your elbows and tugged your shorts down, the cold air hitting the wetness already dripping for him. 

“Mm, so eager for me,” he teased, plunging one finger, then two into you. Everything was happening so fast, and you were overwhelmed, desperate for more. 

“Ace, please…”

“Ace?”

His thumb moved to your clit, but you couldn’t feel it as the weight of blankets shifted on your skin.

You yawned as the scene drifted away, a small whine escaping your throat while you tried to hang onto it.

“Did you fuck Luffy’s brother?”

Zoro’s voice, thick with anger, pulled you from sleep. Rubbing your eyes, you shook your head, trying to sit up as you looked at your boyfriend.

“What’s going on?”

Zoro was sitting against the headboard, arms crossed as you turned to face him. 

“You were fucking moaning, telling Ace to heat you up and shit.”

He practically growled those words, and his eyes narrowed as he watched your skin flush. 

You couldn’t help but laugh, instantly regretting it when Zoro’s jaw tightened.

“It was just a dream, it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Right, a loud dream about you fucking the captain’s brother.”

Still not fully awake, you took a breath before diving back in, Zoro’s feelings clearly more affected than you realized. 

“It was only a dream, Zoro. Nothing ever happened. And I don’t want it to. I’ve got everything I need right here.”

His scowl only deepened as you grabbed his thigh.

“You’re in my bed, you came on my cock how many times last night, and you’re dreaming about getting fucked by that- that pretty boy? Luffy’s-”

“Zoro, Zoro, I’m sorry. I can’t control what my brain does when I’m asleep, I promise you’re the only one for me.”

Internally grinning at his ‘pretty boy’ comment, you crawled onto his lap, straddling him. You laid kisses on his neck, but gasped as his hand reached into your pajamas, his fingers pulling away with thick strands of your slick. 

“Zoro, I-”

“I was about to wake you up with my cock since you were moaning so pretty. But you were too busy getting fucked by another man.”

His voice was low and even, making your breath catch.

“Zoro, please, it was just a dream. I promise-”

“I’m gonna make you forget he exists.”

The threat in his words, and the sudden grip he took on your hips made you gasp. He forced your body closer, until you were grinding on his hard length, the pressure on your clit drawing moans from your lips. 

Zoro gripped the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head to the side. His lips, tongue, and teeth were rough on your skin, and you shuddered, digging your nails into his shoulders.

“Zoro-”

“That’s right, Y/N. The only word out of your mouth better be my name. At least until I fuck it into you.”

High, breathy moans left your throat as he continued rolling your hips, his cock twitching under your clothed pussy. 

“Say it.”

“Z-Zoro…”

He growled as he pushed you off of him, pulling your pajamas off while your skin burned for him. 

“Keep it up, because I’m not stopping 'til you pass out. Then you’re gonna fuck me in your dreams. Is that alright with you?”

He had taken his boxers off, asking for consent as he caged you in, his arms planted by your head, while his cock was dripping precum as it twitched above your core. 

“Ye-” you started, but his eyes narrowed, jaw clenching as his face loomed closer.

“Zoro! Zoro,” you corrected, nodding while you squirmed against the sheets beneath him. 

He grabbed your chin, holding you still as he brought his lips to hover just above yours. His eyes burned into yours from so close, and you held your breath, the thrill of his jealousy making you wetter than it should have. 

“You’re mine.”

He breathed those words into your mouth before kissing you, claiming you with his tongue. 

Chuckling, he ate your moans as he rubbed his leaking tip around your clit. 

He pulled back to watch your face as he pressed into you, only the slick from your dream and his threats to prepare you for him. 

You bit your lip as he worked each throbbing inch into you. The sweet sting of the stretch sent your eyes rolling as you moaned his name.

Pulling out slowly, he thrust back in while you whimpered, your mind already empty of everything except for how he made you feel. He laughed at you again, rolling his hips as he built up speed.

“Look at this greedy pussy of mine. So fucking hungry, sucking me in like this.”

Zoro ran his strong hands over your thighs, pressing them down to get a better view of where your bodies connected, the sloppy sounds getting louder with each thrust. 

He was hitting so fucking deep, gliding over the sweet spot inside you. You had to keep fighting your instincts to moan how good it felt, instead letting his name through your lips like a mantra. 

He smirked down at you as he brought his thumb to your clit, and you clawed into his back while you fell apart.

“Whose cock are you coming on, baby?”

“Z-Zoro’s…”

He didn’t let up, thrusting through your orgasm, before rolling you onto your side. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, then slammed into you, the new angle curling your toes as you screamed. 

You were a twitching, drooling mess as he kept going, folding your body however he wanted. Your mind was so lost in the pleasure and overstimulation that you couldn’t even say his name, let alone anything else.

He flipped you onto your back again, smiling as his thumb wiped the drool from your lips, wringing another orgasm from your wrecked body. 

“Now there’s my good girl. You’re gonna go back to sleep now, looking so pretty with my come all over you. And I’d better hear my name on those lips, or we’re gonna have round two.”

Nodding dumbly, you opened your mouth and let your tongue hang out while Zoro pulled out of your aching cunt, fisting his cock.

“Fuuck, who do you belong to, baby?”

“Zoro,” you moaned, twitching with pleasure as hot lines of come covered your chest, some landing on your chin and tongue. You licked your lips clean, and he kissed you, rubbing his pleasure into your skin.

He pulled you against him, wrapping his arms around you as he covered you both with a sheet.

Part of you wanted to argue, to go clean up, and get ready for the day.

But Zoro kissed behind your ear, and his whispered words made you forget about everything but him. 

“You’re mine.”

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! 💚

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[vellichorom]

Happy chrimble!!

having been reminded of kevan's tweets, i got UNREASONABLY inspired &... well,

happy chrimble ~ !!!

[foreveric]

What does your username stand for?

it actually is a combination of the words "forever" and "euphoric"! i chose "forever" because it's the name of a song i've been listening to a lot recently. it's linked below if you wanna give it a listen ❣️

[tgtbata]

i hope it's not too weird but it'd be so cute if you could draw sam w (dog) tail and ears i think </3

they're researching how to get rid of the curse (well, sam is, at least.)

[dadmareau]

Child dream exist

Adult nightmare: so you have chosen all my love and affection

[popfizzles]

S'been a real long day.

[From This Prompt List]

[shirokuart]

Reimei trio chilling together

[aphrogeneias]

You dont have to fill this as a request but ive been thinking about reader who is afraid of intimacy and eddie who is breaking down her walls

"Dont look at me like that..dont smile at me like that"

"Like what?" "Like youre in love with me"

And he keeps pushing her and pushing her til she breaks down and cries because she does need/want him and they have a snotty wet kiss

Eddie's been looking at you like that all night.

Disarming eyes staring into your soul, like they know all of your secrets. Maybe he does, and if he doesn't, it makes you want to tell him them all — about the way he made your heart race, about why you'd never let him kiss you for longer than a moment, scared that you'd let yourself go too far, about how you much you wanted to let yourself go, but you couldn't.

Lest he sees you for who you are, lest he sees too much and decides to look away. Maybe he has, maybe you'd shown too much already.

You don't mind it all too much, come to think of it. Not when he looks at you like that.

"Hey," cold fingers touch your chin softly, just enough to guide your gaze back to his, bringing you back from your reverie, "where did you go?"

"Nowhere." You say, but your eyes drift to his lips, and back to his glinting eyes, then back to his lips, betraying your answer.

"Really?" He asks, drifting closer. "Not thinking about kissing me, then?"

Your breathing falters, but you don't. Eddie makes you brave, you decide, for his own braveness is contagious. Captivating, like the electric current that drew you to him.

You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. A first in your brief relationship, and it you let yourself linger, taking his bottom lip between yours, savoring the feeling. Eddie remains still, but you can feel him smiling against your lips.

"I'm always thinking about kissing you."

It's no more than a whisper, and you don't meet his eyes as you say it. Then, his hands touch the sides of your face, once again gently forcing you to look at him.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

You nod, unconsciously holding onto him by the wrists, the comforting warm feeling of his jacket under your cold hands.

He lowers his forehead to rest on yours, his voice matching your whisper. "I'm always thinking about kissing you too."

In that breath you share, sitting closely at the back of his van, not an inch separating you, you don't mind being seen. Not when he kisses you like that.